Inked

Chapter 25

YOONGI'S POV

"YOONGI, THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM KNOCKING, THE NEXT MOMENT, I AM BREAKING THIS DAMNED DOOR," my mom grunted, almost on the verge of breaking the door when I woke up with a light headache.

I remember yesterday night, I just changed and slept. Didn't bother to eat or to even dry my hair. I sighed heavily.

What is love if it doesn't have any sacrifice? What is it if people who are ready to forsake their lives not allowed to be together?

"YOON-"

"YEAH I'M UP!" I yelled back, ruffling my own hair. Sora must be devastated. Things like these affect her alot. She has been really particular about her relations. She cannot just watch them wear away.

I somehow managed to stand up with the exhaust I have been carrying, trudging to the bathroom. I need to leave at 7:30 for the airport. And it's already 7:15. I woke up late, and I don't blame myself. I didn't even want to wake up knowing that she's hurting and she may be hurting till I don't know when and I cannot assuage her pain.

I sighed again. I think I'll be sighing a lot more in this life. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, something took me by awe. No, it was not Sora again, flirting. It was my pale skin glowing over my left eye.

I shook my head, once, twice. It wasn't there, my ink... It's gone. It's vanished. I touched it softly and the mirror reflected my wrist. The letters fairly big and visible.

M.S.R.

My heart dropped to by stomach that was levitated back by the butterflies in there. Moon So Ra. A smile crept slowly up my cheeks as I admired that for a few minutes.

Oh shit! I don't have the time!

I rushed out, pacing downstairs.

"Yoongi the luggage-"

"Mom, gimme a minute," I spoke and ran out of my house towards hers. I pressed the doorbell impatiently. I was still jogging in one place, trying to contain my excitement but it was not something in my hands.

I bit my bottom lip when she wasn't responding.

"SORA! MS MOON! MS TOMATO-CHEEKS!!" I tried calling her out but to no avail.

Call? Phone! Where's my phone? It's in the car, still! Her phone is there too! Shit!

"Sora!" I called out.

"Yoongi, you're officially dead," my mom came out. "It's 7:25 and you're not ready? What are you even doing?"

"M-mom, Sora, that..." I pointed to the door, finding the appropriate words to use when it struck me like a truck. She's my soulmate but she doesn't have a mark...

I am not her soulmate then? What if... She deserves to love but I don't deserve to provide her the love she deserves. Shit! What if it's me who cannot love her right?

It surely is me.

My heart sank at the thought.

"Yoongi, just go and get ready!" My mom gave me an intimidated look.

"By the way, your mark?" She asked. "You applied the concealer already? Good Job. Now get ready."

I nodded softly once giving a glance to the door. My heart aches... At the end, it was me. It was me who didn't deserve to love her right. My eyes pricked by tears but I managed to tuck them in. She'll find someone so much better than me. She deserves someone better than a jerk like me.

I got ready and bid adieu to my mom. My eyes still at her door that was closed. She promised that she'll see me off.

"I'll miss you, Yoon," my mom said.