Ink || JJP

1 - Flowers

JinYoung POV
  I remembered the first time I saw lines on my skin. I was young, 5 years old at most, when I saw blue, red and black lines appear on my arm. They made weird shapes and lines. I called for my Mother.

"Dear! Those are what I call, Soulmarks. Soulmates, you see, are connected by heart, body and mind. What you're seeing is one of them, the body. Whatever appears on your soulmate's skin, appears on yours, what appears on yours, appears on your soulmate's," she said excitedly, clapping her hands in delight.

  When I grew up, those lines became more Organised. Instead of mindless shapes and lines, they started becoming objects, trees, arrows, houses, flowers and the same damn cat over and over again. But sometimes, I would get bruises, scratches, on my arms, legs, sometimes, on my head.

I'm guessing that whoever my soulmate is has a cat because whenever they draw the cat, I get scratches on my wrist, and I can hear a really faint "Damnit Nora." Probably just a hallucination.

Now that I'm a student, I've finally gotten myself a flat, far from my sisters' teasing of my constant cat marks and drawings. They weren't even mine.

When I was at the flat alone, I would watch as small lines appear on my arm. Seems like my soulmate really likes drawing flowers.

When I wrote on my arm, no one responded, so I just assumed no one could see what I wrote so I just kept writing on it. Sometimes they were useful, like reminders, sometimes they were complete bullshit, like "BamBam wore heeled boots today, he looked like an asshole."

Nobody responded until today.

I wrote on my wrist, "Revise for Exam tomorrow." Suddenly, words appeared right next to it, "good luck." When I saw that, I freaked out and screamed. My roommate, Jackson, ran in concerned. Holding a frying pan, he stood in my room.

  "SOMEONE REPLIED TO ME," I screamed, pointing to my wrist. He placed the frying pan down and started screaming with me. After that, I laid down on my bed, still shook to my core that I had a soulmate.

  I had a soulmate, who was alive and well, who at this moment, was alive and well. Who had written down on their arm.
Who had an arm. To write on their arm.

  Suddenly lines started to appear again. "WHAT DOES IT SAY WHAT DOES IT SAY," Jackson shouted. I glared at him to calm down and finally I read it.

"G B" (in Korean of course but I'm too lazy to check the correct short forms for Girl and Boy)

"What does that say, my Korean is still shit. What does that mean," Jackson said quickly.

  "That person is asking me if I'm a girl or boy," I explained to the Chinese boy. He nodded understanding, I hope at least.

  I circled the obvious answer of 'B' and waited, but the reply never came. Only a red handprint on my face appeared, along with a few bruises.