ink bound (JJK, Book 1 of the Soulmate Series)

chapter five

It's been 2 months since I've got my soul marks. I have been searching for an entire 2 months for my soul mate and with no luck. I've searched every single karaoke bar and went to every music festival. I even went as far as "accidentally" showing my soul marks on social media in hopes that someone will see it and recognize it as their own or maybe they know someone who has the same soul marks. 2 months and I haven't felt one single sign of my soul mate being close. Not a single burn from my marks or a tingle. I'm holding out hope that fate will just bring us together soon.

Unfortunately, my mind has always been a troubled place and I feel like somehow my soulmate knows who I am and they just don't want me. This thought has not done well for me mentally and I've spent most of my days recently going into this pit of depression that I don't shake until Malia literally pulls me out of it.

Right now I'm in one of those pits of depression. I'm heavily considering sound proofing my walls because the amount of songs that I've been screaming into my microphone is probably hurting Malia's head by now. Every day I'm grateful she's my friend soulmate because she knows this is exactly what I need. Screaming my heart out to sad songs always makes me feel better. I've been at it for a good 10 songs now and I can hear Malia coming towards my door.

She slowly opens the door and turns on the light trying to let whatever light she can into my extremely dark room.

"You know, you should really record yourself and start posting covers, you sound amazing" She says while walking towards my bed. In true Malia fashion, she basically throws herself on my bed making her body jump a little.

I turn in my chair to face her and dramatically roll my eyes because we've had this conversation a million times and each time I refuse because as much as I'm confident that I can hold a tune I know that I am nothing compared to other singers.

"I'm serious" Malia continues with a pout "Maybe if you post covers it could possibly find it's way to your soulmate."

My ears instantly perk up at her words. Why didn't I ever think about that? My following on instagram is pretty good with around three thousand followers a majority being people from Guam and a good amount from the states, but still with enough people watching it could possibly get pretty far.

I jump on Malia smashing her into my bed. She grunts and laughs as I kiss her forehead like a grandma kissing her grandkid after not seeing them for a long time.

"My beautiful best friend you are a genius"

"I know" She says patting my arm "You should post one soon, we leave to LA this Sunday"

My eyes widen and I sit up panicking because I haven't even thought about LA.

"Holy fuck I have to start packing" I say rushing towards my closet to pull out my suitcase.

"Girl relax it's only Monday night, you're not even gonna be bringing a lot" Malia says rolling her eyes at me. "Record your cover tonight, and then you can upload it before we get on our flight."

With that, she gets up from my bed, pats my shoulder on the way out and lets me know that dinner is gonna be ready in an hour. I work on moving all my equipment over to my desk. I could've just set up my camera at my studio area but the background would be all my BTS vinyls. I'm not ashamed of it, but I don't want it to be the center of my video. I want people talking about the singing and not my taste in music.

After moving over my mic and my piano to my desk, I grab my camera from my shelf and set it up. Everything is prepared, now I just have to figure out a song to cover. This is gonna be pretty easy because all I really have to do was look at my playlist and see what I've been listening to for the past couple of months and bingo! What About Us by Pink seems sort of fitting.

I run through the songs a couple of times on my keyboard and then warm up my voice a little to prepare for Pink's crazy notes. 10 minutes later, I hit record and just go with it. I introduce myself and welcome everyone to the channel and then I let it all go.

(Play the video)

The anxiety and heartache I've felt the past couple of months was being poured into this one song and I actually feel sorry for Malia because of how loud my voice is right now.

After playing the last notes of the song, I end the video and immediately move to get the memory card out of my camera and into my computer. I watch the video through and despite me wanting to cringe at hearing my own voice it was good enough to post. All that's left to do is create a channel on Youtube and edit the video. I didn't think I would be this excited about posting a video like this. I'll keep the vocals raw for now because this is my first video but I have so many ideas for the next cover and how I can record it better.

I hear Malia yelling out to me because she texted me 15 minutes ago about dinner being ready and I haven't come out. I add the title, description and thumbnail to finish up the video and set it to go public the day we leave to LA. Finally done, I close my laptop and walk out to the living room.

"Taylor, that sounded so amazing!" She squealed once she saw me enter the kitchen. "I can't wait to see the video"

"Thanks bestie" I nudge her arm "You were right about getting it out into a video. It feels like I'm singing with a purpose now or at least an audience. I feel a lot better"

"I'm always right"

I roll my eyes at her. "Whatever. Now I'll be singing all the time so if you don't get any sleep just remember that you're always right"

"Yeah yeah, just hurry up and get your food because I'm gonna eat with or without you"

I spend the rest of my night eating some homemade chicken soup and watching some weird horror movie Malia finds on Netflix.