The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
After I become aware that the sun is up, and know for a fact that it is actually morning I briefly consider just hiding under the blankets and denying that a new day has dawned. I didn't get a lot of sleep. I am sure I was overreacting but when I thought for even a moment that Jin might not want me in that way it seemed to break off a fragment of my heart. I roll my eyes when I glance at a specific calendar app on my phone. I guess that could be partially to blame too.
My monthly visitor should be just around the corner, and it's highly possible that my hormones are completely on the fritz. Which could definitely account for my over reaction. I know my body well enough though to be certain that it hasn't arrived yet. But, I am also officially awake now so I might as well get out of bed at this point. I fling the blankets completely aside before sitting up and looking around the room.
My eyes trail over the bag sitting on the floor beside me. I had removed it from my bed last night and pretty much ignored it when I flung myself on the mattress to have a good cry. Hobi hasn't told me what time our date will be so I suppose I should go ahead and get a shower that way I can at least partially be ready if he tells me it will be an early date.
When I walk into the bathroom I glance at myself in the mirror. Yeah this is going to be a heavy makeup day. My whole face looks blotchy and swollen thanks to a mixture of a lack of sleep and crying into my pillow. Hell I vaguely remember having to get up and change my clothes because I had cried myself to sleep, and I was still wearing my dress.
Once I get out of the shower I glance at myself in the mirror again. Luckily the shower did help the swelling some, but it did nothing for the shadows underneath my eyes. Before going down to do anything regarding breakfast I decide to go ahead and apply concealer and makeup to my face in an effort to keep my crying jag hidden from my soulmates. Not that I want to keep it secret per se, but because I am sure I am overreacting. I don't want them worrying over something that I can't completely make sense of myself.
I choose loose fit comfy clothes to wear for the time being before I head downstairs. I kind of hope that Yoongi is down here already working on breakfast. I am just not in the mood to cook this morning. Hell, I'm not in the mood to eat really either.
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Unfortunately it's not Yoongi I find at the stovetop, but Jin. He looks over and smiles at me, and I do my best to mirror the expression despite my sore feelings. "Good morning, Princess."
"Good morning, Jin. Whatcha makin'?" Whatcha makin'? Really? God, I sound so fake right now.
He shrugs. "I just figured I would replicate those pancakes you made the other day."
I nod. "Sounds good." No, no it didn't. It sounded like something that would sit in the pit of my stomach like a big ball of lead right now. "I'm going to cut up some fruit in case someone might want something different to go along with them." Yeah, like me.
