Black Ink {Yoonjin}

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Kim Seokjin had always pinned the 'soulmate thing' as a private matter that stayed between him, and himself only. Despite being the big romantic he is, he had never been truly interested in his own love life- Seokjin was that kind of person who let fate have their way.

Scientifically, a soulmate's skin possessed the incredible ability to act as a channel, letting any form of ink pass through, from a destined person to their respective partner.

Basically, if you got a pen and wrote a word on your arm, your soulmate would get an identical one in the same point, as if you wrote on both of your skins at the same time.

Seokjin knew a lot about it, he was a hopeless dreamer and though he wasn't very fond of the concept, it didnt stop him from learning facts about it. He knew that when a pair gets married, they usually get a tattoo on their arms which (obviously) matched. It was quite a sweet thing if you asked him.

But he had also heard about how if your soulmate died, the coroner had to mark the remaining partner with a black line that was placed at the wrist, creating somewhat a bracelet. 

The line was thin enough to be dismissed but thick enough to never be forgotten.

(Seokjin thought it was just too cruel to handle, and always tried not to look down at his own wrists.)

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At the age of 17, Seokjin constantly tried to push out all thoughts on his soulmate. By this point, he was already over of the overwhelming thoughts such as;

Just how terrifying could it be, being bond to a complete stranger for the entirety of your life?

What if they were a murderer? A criminal? Someone who puts milk before cereal?

What if Seokjin couldn't love them?

What if they didn't love Seokjin?

The system had their flaws, after all.

Was it really worth the risk?  

(it still didnt stop them from creeping up on him at 2am while he lied alone in bed, contemplating the meaning of life and his future)

He supposed that whoever was on the other end was like him too, as he rarely saw any ink appearing from his skin. Seokjin usually only saw them appearing on his arms during examination season which were tiny little notes or the occasional nirvana smiley faces littered around his long limbs.

As for Seokjin himself, he wasnt an avid writer, well, except...

It all started when he was introduced to an array of romantic comedy sit coms and various genres of music, from ABBA to Sonyo Shidae. 

Long story short, in the dead of night, on his (particularly) bad days, he took an habit in writing lyrics around his fingers and down on his arms' sides alongside a few doodles.

The task kept him concentrated, and helped brush away the tears; of course, as soon as he would calm down, he'd wash away the evidence.
The brunette never noticed any changing in his soulmate pattern of writing and just assumed they were asleep like every normal person and never saw anything.

But Seokjin wasn't normal, and now that he was almost 18 and evolved from bittersweet rock bands lyrics to poetry and korean girl groups, (which was 50 times more refined and 500 times more embarrassing) he was determined to move on with his life.  

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