Taekook. That's all I have to say. ___ He ran to the door and pulled it open. And there he stood. The International Playboi. He was even more beautiful in real life then he was on the tiny screen of his phone. Jungkook's soft black hair was wet on the bottom from sweat--probably from climbing all those staris; the building didn't have an elevator--but he looked beautiful nonetheless. His eyes were big and round. They were a warm chocolate hue. Tae stared at Jungkook's eyes, his stomach clenching. He felt...he felt weird. Fuzzy? But before Tae could do anything, Jungkook threw himself on Tae. At first, Tae barely registered what was going on. He just stood there motionless in an embrace as the world painted itself anew. Tae felt warm and gooey. He just wanted to melt in Jungkook's arms. As the butterflies in his stomach took over, Tae realized what happened.

A simple hug grew into a true love, that gave a dying boy, a reason to live.

A world, a world where people have soulmates, each and every person on earth is connected, bonded to another one, wherever this person is. A world where soulmates can communicate with each other through skin, everything they wrote, sketched, or draw on the skin, will appear on the soulmate's and disappear a few minutes later.