Sparks of Something

"Soulmates are those that we've known many lifetimes, have had many karmic contracts with, and with whom we have resolved conflicts. Marriage partners may or may not be soul mates, though they will be a soul contract. With true soul mates, there is no struggle. What's leftover is love. "

– Karen M. Black

Wedding Day went boring as I'd already thought. Everyone was busy with their own works and responsibilities. Surprisingly the works assigned to me end by half of the day and I was glad about it. But poor Ryan, being the brother of Deedi, he was running around like crazy checking on things. It's a great day which comes with great responsibilities and duh so many people. The worst part is the dress. Like those heavy garments and ornaments, the end of the world when it comes to the heels!

Well, I was hoping I could wear my usual casual clothes. But NO...my mom and sisters planned something for me. They dragged me into the women's makeup room and made me sit on the chair while the stylists do something to me. They were exclusively hired by aunty as she is the owner of their beauty parlors and spas. I really needed to die, bruh!

So here I am, playing on my phone while the hairdresser did something to my hair. Straightening, curling, highlighting, who knows what else she is doing. I don't even know whether any speck of hair will be present on my head after all this chemical stuff is sprayed on it.

So far, my eyebrows had been plucked, I've been waxed. Thank god I had no much hair on my skin that it was not painful. My face was washed, rinsed or whatever that is accompanied by it. I was starting to respect actresses who do this every day, which is nerve-racking. I'm currently wearing a face mask now with a pungent smell. My poor face suffering!

"It's done!" chirped the stylist who was admiring the work she had done in my hair.

My hair? I've no word, literally. My once wavy hair is now straightened and is curled at the ends, it had light blue strands and my hair was now a shade of hazelnut instead of pure black. Really? Light blue? I guess that's the color of the dress I'll be wearing.

"Did you like it?" she asked squealing. She is a beginner I think.

"Yeah, you are good," I said not wanting to disappoint her as she'd only just started her job.

"Thank you!" she bowed, "Now can we look at your dress?"

"Yeah" I sighed keeping my phone back in my pocket and standing up.

I'd pleaded with my mom that I don't want extravagant dresses and all. It'll be so hot and I won't even be able to breathe properly in it. She finally understood my desperation and chose a light blue dress for me along with a long sleeve blue transparent half waist overcoat.

At least I won't stumble over it, so yeah!

I tried it on with the help of the stylist and I was okay with it. I could breathe and it was all I wanted. And it hugs my body not so tightly which was great, it was comfortable.

"You have a great body, ma'am," she said looking at me with wide eyes.

"Thank you," I pulled on my watch, "And please stop calling me ma'am. I'm younger than you"

"No can't do" she shook her head helping me adjust my coat, "It's part of the job"

"Yeah, yeah, capitalism" I rolled my eyes.

I just hate the concept.

"You've got a beautiful necklace there" she beamed at my blue crystal necklace, "It's a perfect match for the dress. You should keep it".

"Yeah, thank you for the suggestion" I adjusted my hair.

"You are most welcome" she clasped her hands together, "Now let's go to the makeup".

Oh, here it goes! Let's go mess my face. How exciting! Note the sarcasm there.

As I sat down and she started her job again, I wondered where Jimin was. He had not spoken anything after we got here yesterday. He didn't even cuddle with me at night like he used to. He said he had to have some time alone and I left him be. I don't know what's going on inside his head, I wish I could read his mind but it was obvious that he is thinking about things that are troubling him. But he won't tell me and I'm not going to force him too though I really needed to know in order to send him back. I don't know how he's taking the news that an ugly girl is his soulmate. It's utter rubbish but can't edit the truth. I'll let him take his time. I haven't seen him since I woke up, I can only hope he is somewhere around the place because he can't teleport to other places other than places a particular perimeter around me. He might be here, I should look for him and check if he's okay. Yep, that's right.

"Done!"

I looked at the figure in the mirror. It wasn't me at all, I don't know her. Whoever was staring back at me had big round eyes with a sharp and warm gaze, she looked beautiful and cute with light features. She'd light-brown eyes, rosy cheeks, and pink glossy lips. I wished to be this in my past but I'm never gonna be that stupid again. I'd accepted for who I'm and I'm ugly, this is just the work of makeup; nothing more, nothing less. Under this disguise, I'm terribly ugly.

"You are beautiful, " she giggles.

"Thanks," I mumbled looking away from my fake face.

The door to the door burst open to reveal my mom and sisters completely dressed. My sisters and I were bridesmaids so we had similar dresses in different colors. They looked ravishing as always. They praised the make up artist for making me beautiful because I clearly am not. At least the girl got praise and by the looks of it, she's blushing. I'm happy for her!

My mother stuffed my foot into a pair of heels which I clearly had difficulty walking but she insisted that I wear this just like my sisters who are literally pros in heels. They could run a mile wearing it, while I keep stumbling.

I practiced a little and finally got control of it but it was still uncomfortable, well who hears?

The traditional music is flowing through the air as we waited for the cue to walk down the aisle. The wedding was not from the church but from a beautiful park or, I don't know, something like that near the church. People were sitting at both sides of the aisle happily chatting about the wedding. The place was filled with the odor of flowers and honey, so much flowers decoration and it was perfect. I mentally noted to say a 'nice job' to Ryan. He should become a wedding planner instead of an electrical engineer.

A flower bouquet was in my hands and I was annoyingly twirling with it while my sisters and some other girls chatted happily. Behind them, deedi and her father were nervously smiling at each other. In my front, I could see the groom, his friends, and the priest. Oh and deedi's brothers. Ryan caught my gaze and waved at me, I just gave a salute.

My eyes moved towards a figure standing a few feet away from him.

Jimin.

He was staring at me. I just gave him a small smile which he returned without hesitation. I guess the boy was with Ryan. I was glad that he was fine.

Finally, the guy in front of me asked us to walk as we were taught, you know in slow motion with the rhythm of the music. I don't get the point there, she will get there anyway, why glorifying and making us walk for 1 minute slowly when she can just get there in 10 seconds by normal walking. I don't know these traditions at all!

Two children were walking in front of me and I followed them. The atmosphere was quiet except for the booming music from the speakers. People stood up and looked at us. Many people looked at me admiringly but when their eyes caught my sisters all those admirations will vanish like pooff! I'm nothing compared to my sisters, and I never will be.

After what felt like ages, we reached there and the usual traditional speech of the priest began and ended with the exchange of 'I do's. No, no, there is no final kiss here. Just an exchange of smiles and holding hands.

Everyone then resumed whatever they were doing after congratulating the newlyweds.

I just found a seat and sat there massaging my feet. The heels are kicking in.

"You okay, Mia?" inquired an angelic voice.

I looked up and was greeted by the handsome face of Jimin. I hated to say this but I kinda missed him. I was accosted to his presence and when he suddenly disappears I just have some sadness envelop me. Maybe it's the soulmate thing.

"Mia?" he asked waving in front of my face.

"Y-yeah?" I asked blinking my eyes. I didn't realize I was staring at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked concern stuck over his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine, " I composed myself, "It's just the heels. You know, I never wear them. It just hurts a little".

I was in an abanded corner so the risk of people seeing me talk to nothingness and calling me crazy is slim.

"Oh, do you need help?" he asked looking at my feet, "Let me see"

He squats down on the floor and took one of the foot and placed it on his lap to examine, I guess. He turned his head slightly to see the bruise. My whole body shivered under his soft and gentle touch as I gripped the sides of the chair.

What the hell?!

I just stared at him. Was that butterflies in my stomach? Woah, I can't take my eyes off him.

"Mia, I think you should put a bandage over there," he said gently placing them on the floor and looking up at me.

I cleared my throat, "Okay"

I stood up slowly but lost balance. Jimin caught me by my arms and held me up against him.

"Careful," he said and wrapped one of his hands around my waist.

I really wanted to stare at him but this weird feeling in my stomach was not helping at all and not to forget that my whole body was on fire. Aish, what's this?

By leaning on him I walked towards the infirmary in the church. People were giving me weird looks but I didn't care. Jimin was holding me firmly and I was not having a good feeling about it. It's just...I don't know how to explain but trust me, it's weird.

Right when we reached there, Jimin took out two bandages from the first aid box and placed them on both my heels. Again that feeling came back almost like electricity shot up my body, I was completely paralyzed.

"Okay now?" he asked standing up.

I nodded and looked down and touched the spot.

"Who forced you to wear this?" he asked taking my heels in his hands and clinking it together.

"My mom" I sighed.

Jimin sat beside me on the bed as I stared onto nothingness. 'Awkward' was hung over the air and even the flies flying by were chanting it. But both of us couldn't break it. It was somehow unbearable but I won't blame him, there was so much going on and it must be hard for him. But I needed to know why he was away from me. Maybe he won't say but I'll ask.

"Sorry-"

"Where wer-"

We both begin at the same time and looked at each other. He laughed nervously scratching his neck while I looked away.

"Go on" I mumbled.

"No, you go on" he protested.

I just stared at him.

"Okay, I'll say," he said gulping," I wanted to say sorry for not being with you till this morning and yesterday night too. I was... just sorting things out you know, we need that sometimes. I really am sorry for leaving you" he looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"I know," I said smiling, "What you heard yesterday was rubbish and impossible even. You needed time to wrap everything around. I can understand, you don't have to say sorry at all".

"You are so understanding" he widened his eyes, "I thought you were gonna be mad"

"I don't become mad for silly matters, Jimin," I sighed, "I may be cold but I can read people's emotions very well. You needed time and I gave you".

"You are not cold, Mia," he said which took me by surprise, "You are a nice person. You just won't show it".

"Wow, you got a record dude," I gasped dramatically, "The first person to call me nice"

"Gladly accepted, your highness" he bowed like a prince.

We both chuckled at our silliness and when it died down tension filled the air. I felt uneasy. He was glancing at me biting his lips, I can tell that he wanted to say something but was doubtful, I kinda guessed what he wanted to say.

"About the soulmat-"

"Can we just omit that part?" I cut him off looking at his confused face, "Our priority is to get you back to your body. Can we stick with that?"

He looked taken aback and confused.

"But-"

"Mia!" my head shot toward the door where Ryan stood. He strode towards me, "Why are you here? Your mom's looking for you for the feast," His eyes went towards the compression on the bed made by Jimin, "Were you talking to Jimin?"

I looked over at Jimin and saw that he was thinking about something, "Yeah"

"Well, you should go there as soon as possible" Ryan urged, "You guys can talk later"

"Okay. Jimin, I need to go," I said, "See you around".

Jimin just nodded mindlessly as Ryan dragged me away.

Sorry Jimin, I can't afford to talk anything about it.

I'm afraid, I'm scared to trust.

I don't want to be hurt, again.