Jungkook stared at the names on his wrists. The only reaction that came from him was a twitch of the eyebrow and a spasm from his lip muscle. He could feel the eyes of his classmate burning into him but he was too preoccupied to care.
It was just his dumb luck that he would get his soulmates names during cram school. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was stuck in his uniform until the wee hours of the morning forced to study. However, now he was stuck with six damn names on his arms, while his classmates stared at him oddly.
He quickly pulled down the sleeves of his blazer in attempts to cover them but everytime he tried to write something it rode up. Jungkook decided that maybe it would be best if he learned via listening today and copied the notes later.
Later, as he was eating his breakfast, his mother noticed the names on his wrists. To say she was shocked was a severe understatement. The woman in all her thirty-eight years of being alive had never once dropped something, not even when she was a child, because that would require something gaining intrigue enough for her to pick it up.
However today, as she saw not one but six names on her son's wrists, she dropped the glass of juice that was in her hand. The shattering of the glass, mimicked by her voice moments later, as she started ranting profanities. There was no doubt that she was highly distressed by what she had seen.
Jungkook was so surprised by the sudden change in his mother's calm demeanor that he didn't argue when she ordered him to his room. However, as he lay on his iron man bedspread, he couldn't help but glumly think that all the revising he did for the test today was wasted.
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our soul | ot7
Fanfictionwhen the universe fucks up and gives you six soulmates instead of one aka in which the boys learn to navigate a world where they'll no longer be alone in all the best ways possible
