Jungkook is lonely, spending his entire life waiting for his soulmate. The tattoo's leaves fall from the tree as he gets closer to meeting the one, but he gets so sick of the reminder. How long must he wait in loneliness?

Jimin is tired of not being accepted. He waits to meet his soulmate with anticipation to finally be accepted. How long must he wait in loneliness?

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JK
The day starts with an annoying ringing in my ear. Why must my day start so early? Birds squealing, the awfully bright summers sun burning through the gaps in my curtains.

I get out to do my normal morning routine: shower, brush teeth, wash face, 7min Exercise. After exercising, a warm cup of tea from the cafe down the street calls me to collect.

But not today. Too many people out here, too many couples, too many to hold in the extraordinary pain of loneliness I feel inside of me. I need to feel loved again. I need to feel alive.

I spent the whole day mourning, waiting for someone, anyone, just to enter the heavy, steel gates I was trapped behind.

The wind blew carelessly through my open window, curtains flapping uncontrollably as I waited for a special someone.

I let mind wander aimlessly as I thought of the possible outcome that my soulmate would meet me here. But there wasn't anyone, just me, alone, in this filthy household. Time has flown by and my love is starting to fade.

The tattoos along my body are the only things in my life that satisfied me. The one I cherish the most is dark-ringed tree, which mainly covered the right side of my arm. Seven beautiful, vibrant green leaves and a ebony black stump could catch anyone's attention, but as the clock ticks, the ever so green leaves start to disappear. Each month they are removed off my inked body, then my soulmate will appear right before my eyes. If that's true, I only have six more months until they all disappear.

I was told, any being who has the same inked tree as mine will become my soulmate. I need to find them before my time runs out. Only two special people get given this tattoo; once they've been chosen, the artist removes the image permanently from ever being seen again. I hope I can find them before all hope is lost.

JM

I don't think there is a cure to loneliness.
It is a killer disease, but no cure or way to feel like it doesn't exist. It is often looked past, or told "You'll find someone." With a pat on the shoulder.

But there is a cure to loneliness.

A person. Someone. Anyone. A human with the ability to love.

I want to believe I have a soulmate...

I should because of this sketch of the most beautiful tree in the world, etched into my skin with no regret, yet I still long for one to love me.

I spend my days walking aimlessly, staring out of the windows longing for a feeling. A feeling of someone there.

It's painful.  I get it; people feel lonely and they hope for someone. But why are they not appearing?

Is it a he? If so that's good.
If it's a she I'm not sure if I'll be happy. Which is not what I want right now. All I want is to be happy with the one for me.

But where are they?

JK
Fuck it. I'm going outside. I need my fresh air. These dreadful nights I have of being alone, I need someone to stay by my side. Someone to keep me company.

The piercing sun had boiled my skin as soon as I stepped foot out of my house. The heavy, steel gates burnt like hell as soon as I grabbed them. Summer is not my season.

I need something to distract me from the loneliness burying inside me. Something to make me feel like myself again.

Even if the fresh air doesn't help, I can't stay locked up in this tower forever. Just a short trip to the convenience store would do me good. Water? Snacks?

Tank top- Check
Ripped jeans- Check
Crippling depression- Check
I'm ready to leave.

JM
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna leave this place and have a fresh start. I'm my own self now aren't I? No one can stop me. I make my own rules now.

Instead on roaming around my house with nothing to do, I should at least get some oxygen. (Plant farts) Staying isolated in this heat contraption isn't good for my mine or anyone's health. The Air Conditioner doesn't even work. How is this day going to get any better?

You know what? I'm gonna fetch a few groceries from the store and make myself feel better. Ice Lollies? Fizzy pop?

Ahhh... I just love how the sun glistens onto my skin. The cool breeze passes through my hair, and the scent of sweat coming from every corner I walk past.

It disgusts me, but I have to get used to this. This is the new life I want to live. I'm ready to make a new start

Author

It was a windy day. The wind danced about, messing Jimin's hair up. He lets out a groan, fixing his hair for what felt like the seventeenth time. The wind whistled in his ears, and rustled his clothes.

It was annoying, but also his favourite weather. Most people avoided the weather so it was quiet and there was not one person in sight. The deserted street might as well have been from a cowboy film.

The wind rushed through his hair, calming him down. His headphones were blaring out 'Can't Help Falling In Love' by Elvis Presley. It made him sigh; he was still hopelessly lonely, waiting for the day he is cured.

It was still quiet. But it wasn't deserted. There was a tall man, or it seemed to be a man, dressed in clothes that didn't seem to suit the weather. He had on skinny jeans, showing his muscular thighs, but also had on a sleeveless shirt with a cap and mask.

He was strange. But he didn't really seem like a threat. He walked slowly, taking in the air as of he had no other place to be than outside.

He seemed in his own world, dawdling on with headphones in.

He came closer to Jimin and he could see his facial features. He had beautiful eyes, but still hadn't looked up.

As he wasn't looking, what came next was pretty inevitable. Jimin was stood frozen at the beauty of what he could see of the man, and they collided.

The strange beautiful man spoke in a husky voice, as if he hadn't spoken in years. "Sorry."

But Jimin didn't really hear that. He was too busy looking at the beautifully inked tree, across his upper right arm, identical in everything but colour to his own tattoo on his left arm.

He grabbed his wrist.
"Wait."

This was written by both me and my bestie @GucciTaes95 bc we cool kids  This was originally going to be a full book but it ended up dragging on and sounding weird so I added it here. I hope you enjoyed it!!!