Sign

Jaebeom vaguely remembered when he was around 6 years old and he had found a marker in his father's office. He had wanted to try the pen that was so different from his crayons. Back then he knew he couldn't just write on the paper in the office or else he would get to hear something. And taking the marker with him to his own room was also not the best idea since his mother never liked it when he took stuff from other rooms to his own.

So he took off the cap of the marker and simply started to draw something on his arm. In his head it was supposed to be a cat, a cat he has wished for to get for his birthday. But in the end it wasn't a cat, he wasn't sure what he had drawn himself but if there would exist a cat that looked like his drawing, well then what a poor little thing.

It seemed like the minute he finished drawing the lines changed, even if it was just a slight change but it almost seemed like the lines got washed off his arm. Where the lines had been strikingly black, they faded with each second he looked at them.

Confused he stared at his arm and the drawing. Just a few moments later his drawing was gone, erased from his arm like it had never been there. Curious as little kids often were he started once more, this time trying to draw more prettily. His end product was maybe a bit prettier but still not the cat he imagined in his mind. The moment he was satisfied with his drawing and wanted to put back the marker to where he had taken it from, his mother stepped into the room. Her eyes went from his face to his hand where he still was holding the marker. Her eyes widened when she saw the black ink on her little son's skin.

"Oh, my dear! You shouldn't do this, that's not good for your skin." she had said. Later he found out what she had meant with not good for your skin. It was believed that writing with any kind of pen on your skin was leaving scars and was a risk for getting skin cancer. And so it came that he stopped thinking of this event, it was also overshadowed by his next birthday when he got a cat, Nora and believe me what a beauty she was nothing compared to his drawing.

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He forgot about the incident until one particular school lesson. The lesson was about soulmates, fate and what it meant for each of them. Utterly confused he had looked at his teacher. Soulmate? His parent's had never mentioned anything like soulmates or that they met because they were soulmate. He saw the confusion in the eyes of his classmates. So was it normal for the parent's to not tell their children?

"Until now your parent's have tried to keep you away from this knowledge. Because it was once decided that children until a certain age should live freely without this knowledge. There have been cases where someone had no soulmate. Maybe he or she passed away at an early age and we haven't heard of any cases where the soulmate left behind would find someone else. So imagine what it would do to this person knowing that they would never find their other half." the teacher looked from one student to another. Jaebeom felt a shiver go down his spine. It made sense somehow to him that until a certain age the whole soulmate stuff was kept away from children. But like their teacher had just said what if their soulmate passed away during childhood? What if he or someone of his class could never meet their soulmate?

"Some of you might have already experienced some kind of interaction with your soulmate by accident, some not." while talking their teacher rolled up his sleeve. Jaebeom could spot some ink on his right arm it was probably just one word but from his seat he wasn't able to say what it said. Confused he looked at his teacher. He had seen him in a dress shirt before and then he had never any black ink on either arm. Had he gotten a tattoo recently?

"You all are able to talk to your soulmates even at this moment. And since showing is always better I will give you an example as to how that would go." while talking their teacher had stepped behind the projector where he normally would lay papers behind so the class could see the page projected on to the wall behind him. Not so this time, he put his arm where Jaebeom had spotted the ink on underneath the light and so the camera.