Book 2 : BTS 👀, Skz🥰, Ateez✨

Soulmate 1.1: Difficult Start

I'm in my apartment and I sigh. I'm annoyed with the tons and tons of assignments the professors gave us for the weekend. It's endless. Work is endless.

"I want to sleep." I whine as I put my head on my desk

Yet, I know that I better finish this. My parents allowed me to take an apartment for college and I'm glad that I'm not living with them anymore. They were the definition of Anti-Soulmates. Thus, when they learned they were soulmates, they stopped living together.

Weirdly, the pain that is supposed to feel when soulmates are far away, turned into anger. Into, a strict behavior and both awaited good results from college. Meaning I should be at the top of my class. The pressure they put on me was tough to live with to be honest.

Moreover, they insisted of the fact that the concept of soulmate was bullshit. Something, I got along with since it was repeated to me endlessly from my childhood to my early adulthood. Whereas my older brother, who found his soulmate, constantly contradicted them.

Heeseung lived with his soulmates since the start of high school. My parents completely ignored him and I was banned from seeing him ever again. However, we were in the same college so I would without a doubt see him. 

Not that it happened yet. He tried numerous times to reach out for me, but each time he was heavily reprimanded.

My parents were rich. 

Owning a law firm, they both had they own part in it since the divorce. Still, they worked side by side. The nonsense my family was based on did not faze me anymore. I finished my homework and after packing everything for the next day I decided to step inside the shower.

I was someone looking quite average. Long light brown hair, quite chubby while not obese, a body that was not really used to doing too much sports. Back pain from being sat at a table to work for too long, a little bit of black circles due to insomnia and.... I sigh.

"They are there." I whisper to myself

I can't see them because they are on my lower back. Nonetheless, I can feel them. I trace the seven stars on my lower back as I look back at my green eyes in the mirror. No matter how many times I repeat to others that I am nothing but a Soulone, someone without Soulmates, it doesn't change a thing.

I take a photo and I notice with relief that they are still colorless. Barely noticeable on skin, they only get colored if the soulmate comes in contact with the mark.

How do soulmates recognize each other then?

Fate plays a big part.

However, that is all for people who believe in Disney stories. Actually, when you touch your soulmate, it is like an electrical current running through the tip of your fingers. I grimace as I think of that. My goal in live is to be a spinster with seven cats.

Nothing more, nothing less.

If I could also get a great job out of college, for my parents to leave me be, then I would be happy.

Would I?

I close my eyes. Existential questions won't get me anywhere. If I want to survive on earth and from my parents, then I need to do a good job and to be as discreet as possible. I take my sleeping pills and set my alarm.

Tomorrow is another day. Where a new class starts, an economy class that was my favorite.

I walk around the campus.

Why are there so many people gathered seriously?

I walk near the crowd and I see three guys together. They look very close to each other. They don't give a damn about the crowd and even the guy with a lot of ear piercings. He has the hood of his zip-up hoodie on. All black. I frown, but one thing is clear.