Fates Ink

Chapter 2

"N-no I don't want a soulmate!" I almost yell. I kick the stales, smash a mirror, punch the wall a few times. After calming down for a few minutes, I fix myself up and head to class, for real this time.

"Jungkook, you're late." The teacher reminds me. I roll my eyes and sit in my usual spot. Class is boring, I know this shit already. I go to draw a dick on my arm, (I do that to annoy my soulmate) But I already see something there. A complex dagger, stabbing through a heart. It looks so real. Words start to appear.

'I met my soulmate today, at least I hope I did, he never draws anything on his arms except for dicks. (That's hard to explain to the parents when you're eating dinner and a dick shows up on your arm.) He never looks at what I draw anyways so I write on my arm, like a diary. It's usually the other one but I'm right handed to it's really messy when I write on there. I hope he loves me eventually, I remember seeing the news article about him hating soulmates and how he'll reject them not matter what. Maybe he'll finally except soulmates and love me. I love the way his name sounds with mine, Park Jungkook. Maybe Jeon Jimin. I like that better

He scratches out the last bit with our names in it. I have to admit, I like the sound of our names together.

I drew the heart and dagger because that's what my heart feels like when he said he hated soulmates. The article was a few years ago so I forgot about it until I heard him say his name. He seemed so annoyed at me. I hope I didn't ruin this relationship already.

I grab my pen and try to write back to Jimin. But I can't think of anything to say. I pull my sleeves down and start taking notes during class.

"I can't believe my soulmate is Park Yoongi!" Tae squeals again. He's really excited about this. I don't know why. Soulmates are stupid.

"Aish. We heard you the first time 'Park Yoongi is my soulmate,' 'I wonder if he'll love me,' 'I wonder how big his dick is,'" I say, sarcasm dripping in my tone.

"Who's wondering about whose dick?" I hear someone ask. I do a 180 and see Jimin and Yoongi behind me. Yoongi just caught me making fun of his soulmate, who was freaking out about his dick. Well shit.

"I-I, No one! No one was asking about dicks! I mean come on! Who would ask questions about that?" I ramble. I can't believe my soulmate and my friends soulmate caught me making fun of Tae for freaking out about dicks.

"Jimin's soulmate draws dicks on his arms. It's really funny when we're at dinner and our parents see a dick appear on his arm." Yoongi says, giggling. Jimin has a small blush creeping up his neck. I smirk at my handwork.

"Is that so?" I ask.

"Yep! My soulmates great though, he writes me messages that help me get through the day!" Yoongi responds. I guess he didn't realize that his soulmates nickname is Tae. I look over to Tae and see that's he's holding back tears.

"Yoongi, can I talk to you for a second, alone?" I ask him. He nods. I grab his wrist and head for the bathroom. I don't like seeing my friends upset and I don't like when it's because of soulmates.

"What is it Jungkook?" Yoongi asks, once inside the bathroom.

"Roll your sleeves up." I command. He rolls the sleeves up and sees Taes full name in silver, cursive writing.

Taehyung

"You've met your soulmate Yoongi." I say, I don't like beating around the bush. His eyes go wide.

"I-I did? How did I not know?" He keeps rambling on and on about it and pacing.

"I introduced you to him as Tae, his full name is Taehyung." Yoongi freezes.

"R-really?" He asks. I nod. Yoongi runs out of the bathroom, I follow after him, back to our friend group. Once there, Yoongi grabs Tae and crashes their lips together. J-Hope wolf-whistles, I smirk and realize Namjoon and Seokjin aren't here, (probably making out in an empty classroom) and that Jimin is looking at me, like he wishes we could do that. I give him a disgusted look.

We all head back to class. During class I feel a sharp pain where my soulmate's name is. I roll my sleeves up and see Jimin tracing over the name in a pen. Why is he doing that? I'll ask him later. The bell rings and I head to my locker, only to be stopped by Jimin. He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins me against a wall.

"What the fuck are you doing Jimin?" I ask, venom dripping from my voice.

"You're my soulmate. You hate soulmates, well I love them." He says, crashing his lips on mine. It feels good, but I won't give in to the stupid idea of soulmates easily. I don't kiss back. Jimin pulls away.

"Thought that would work?" I ask with a smirk. "Try something else." I say. Jimin, to surprised to do anything, loosens his grip. I pull my hands free and shove him away, heading to my locker, and see Yoongi and Tae making out.

"Get a damn room!" I yell at them. They blush and look at the floor.

"Jimin told me whose name was on his arm finally, he loves the idea of soulmates, his favorite part about them is the name." Yoongi says, I gulp. "Don't mess this up Jungkook. He believed in soulmates all his life, He convinced me that soulmates are the best thing to happen to you. Don't fuck it up." I nod. Tae gives me a look. I slam my locker closed and head outside. I hope on my motorcycle, a black, Kawasaki Ninja. I grab my helmet and ride home. 

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Guy's, I'm a nice person, so I published this chapter early. A week early. You're welcome!