#mark tuan soulmates

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

~🐰♡

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

[sweetestofchaos]

To-Do List

Uᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 09/09/2024

You make fun of Minho’s (shinee) grandpa laugh (one-shot)

MET Gala!Jackson likes his interviewer (one-shot)

Hyunjin smut with a thick s/o (one-shot)

Safe Place ft. Bang Chan - After a hard few weeks, Chan just wants to breath a little easier and he can only do that with you.

Have Mercy ft. Jimin/Yoongi - Jimin falls in love with the very soul he is supposed to devour. When he gathers the courage to confess it seems that someone far more evil finds her alone. (1/3)

Run From Me ft. Taehyung - Taehyung and you have history together, a very, very long and twisted history. (5/??)

Take on the World ft. BTS - When Seokjin imprint on a child, the Min pack has to prepare for parenthood (14/??) 

Blackthorn ft. Yoongi - The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. (16/??)

Cafuné ft. Namjoon and Yoongi - As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Y/N doesn’t have time for love…or does she?  (7/??)

Got7 Pregnant Social Experiment

Knock, Knock ft. Jaebeom/Yoongi: Jaebeom is finally woken up by his soulmate after how much time? (2/??)

Prompt Me Hoe - A bunch of AU’s featuring different idols

Butterflies ft. Seokjin - Y/N is an American song writer that befriends Kim Seokjin

Era of Love Series ft. Got7 - Nothing like that good ol’ college au

Lactation Kink: Poly!BTS - (2/3)

Chain Reaction ft. Bambam (5/6)

Chain Reaction ft. Kim Yugyeom (5/6)

The Jayde Heiress ft. BTS - Back against the wall, Arissa must learn to live in Bangtan’s world if she wants to survive. (to be rewritten)

You cry because you can’t fit their clothing - Got7, BTS, Monsta X

They meet you, their celebrity crush - Got7, Monsta X, Stray Kids, BTS

You crying in the shower - Monsta X, Shinee

They get to do a stage with their crush - Stray Kids, BTS, Shinee

You run into your ex and they see you have a child - Got7, Monsta X

When your top falls off in the pool - BTS, Shinee, Monsta X

You wear braids to a fan sign - Got7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

You’re pmsing - Ateez

You hit on your boyfriend while drunk - BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

Barber Shop ft. Kim Namjoon - Alysia just wanted to get her son’s hair fixed, she wasn’t expecting to fall for his new barber, Alpha Kim Namjoon.

Wherever You Are ft. BTS - This is what happens when you catch their eye while enjoying the nightlife.

Dragon’s Heart - Prince Jaebeom is the last descendent of the mighty dragons that left the Earth long ago. When a sudden attack leaves him wounded, Y/N saves his life. (Fantasy Au, Strangers to lovers)

Capture the Heart ft. Kim Seokjin - When Seokjin’s playboy ways come to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him…based off this gif set (Strangers to Friends to Lovers / College AU)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (Pirate AU)

A Replacement For His Love ft. 2seok

a/b/o au, historical au, forced caretaking au

(Don’t) Hold Me Tight ft. TaeJoon

a/b/o au, forced caretaking au

Anything You Want ft. BTS/Got7

sugar daddy au, gang au, ceo au

Skylight ft. ??

neighbor au, hurt comfort

Trust Me ft. Mark Tuan and Song Mingi

demon au, gang au, dead dove

My All ft. Youngjae

fake dating au, pregnancy au

The Dragon’s Apprentice ft. BTS’ Rapline

dragon au, fantasy au, mxm

Not A Dream ft. Jungkook

ex to lovers au, gang au

Hey, My Baby ft. Jimin

strangers to lovers au, vampire au, sugar momma au

Something Like Fate ft. ??

strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint

Untitled ft. Got7/BTS

dragon au, sugar daddy au

You See Me? (I see You) ft. Hoseok

military au, brother’s friend au

Smile For Me ft. Jimin

actor au, stalker au

Handsome Devil ft. Shownu

demon au, unrequited love, fake dating au

Recipe For Love ft. ??

strangers to lovers

Looking For You ft. BTS

soulmates au, dream walking au

Michael & Jackson, After the Singer? ft. Jackson Wang

strangers to lovers, idol au, fake twin au

All of You ft. Bambam

yandere au, non-idol au

Pass You By ft. Minhyuk

ex’s to lovers au

Leave Me Alone ft. Changkyun

gang au

Enough ft. Vernon

friends to lovers au

Remembering You ft. Yoongi

married au

Consequence ft. Jungkook

vampire au

Untitled ft Jimin

werewolf au, a/b/o, friends to lovers au

Say Ahhh ft. Many Idols

personal chef au

Fairy Floss and Cottontails ft. Yoonkook

hybrid au, Easter au

Motion of the Ocean ft. Jackson Wang

mermaid au, fantasy au

The Story of You ft. Kim Namjoon

soulmate au

Q&A ft. Jaebeom

teacher au (sequel to Not So New Professor)

Welcome Home ft. Seonghwa

friends to lovers au, idol au

All About You ft. San

friends to lovers, gang au

Hear Me ft. ??

band au

Hello, Again ft. Monsta X

strangers to lovers, Idol au

Lost and Found ft. Monsta X

gang au

Lost My Halo ft. Gang7

high school/college au

Fall Apart ft. Mark

gang au

Sweet Pea ft. Yugyeom

gang au

Lie To Me ft. Jackson

gang au

Sub-Rosa ft Jaebeom

gang au

Isn’t Something Missing? ft. Youngjae

gang au

Count For Me ft. Jinyoung

gang au

Two Piece ft. Bambam

gang au

[christinesolstice]

When the Whole World Stops.

1. The Concert

Summary:

Fallon has been out of her last horrible relationship for two years, fully focusing on her health and happiness with no plans to date anyone in the near future.

Unknown to Fallon, Jackson Wang sees her in the crowd at Mark Tuan's concert in Chicago and when he does, he heart starts beating in a way that it never has before. But he loses her in the crowd after the concert.

Will he ever see her again?

Will they wind up together in the end?

Will there be love or betrayal?

Soulmates or enemies?

Notes:

So this story actually came to me in a dream, literally! When I woke up, I immediately called my best friend and told her all about the dream that I had and we laughed about how vivid it all was. Months later, the dream still plays over and over in my head so I finally decided to make a story out of it. Not all of these details were in my dream, I just sort of... Built off of the dream. I hope you like it!

I'm not entirely sure exactly where I'm going to go with it and who all I'm going to have in it so I will try to remember to updates the tags.

Trigger Warning: There will be mentions of a past relationship that was mentally and physically abusive. There will not be a lot of things like that but it will be a very important key to the flow of the story.

~*~

Fallon Watkins and Alicia Brinney stood in the extremely long wait line that came out of the Chicago House of Blues doors and wrapped around to the side of the building.

Having been almost two hours early for the concert that they were going to see, they came to the venue early in the hopes of getting better standing room.

The two women stood on the busy sidewalk in the cool October air waiting to finally see Mark Tuan in concert. They felt as though they had waited forever for this day to finally arrive. The women had planned this trip the very second that they had discovered that Mark was going to be going on a solo tour in the US.

Alicia had even waited, with her laptop open, for the tickets to go on sale, doing everything she could think of as to not miss this opportunity. Mark Tuan was the eldest member of a well-known Korean Pop group by the name of GOT7. The all-male singing, dancing and rap group was comprised of, you guessed it, seven members: Mark, JayB, Youngjae, Jinyoung, BamBam, Yugyeom and Jackson. Alicia had been a huge fan of GOT7’s music for a long time, ever since her teenage daughter started listening to KPOP. But last year, Alicia had introduced Fallon not only to the Kpop group Got7, but to Kpop music in general.

Fallon had never realized that Kpop even existed until Alicia had shown Fallon the Got7 music video, Hard Carry. Right before Fallon found out that GOT7 existed, the group had decided to split from their company and most of them had signed onto different companies. So while GOT7 had not actually disbanded and were still together, they were also solo artists in themselves and Mark was on his first solo tour.

“I’m so excited that I’m shaking! I can’t wait for this concert to start!” Alicia said excitedly, bouncing up and down in her new heeled boots, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fallon rolled her brown eyes playfully and nudged her best friend with her jacket-clad shoulder, “The only reason that you’re this excited about his concert is because you think you’ll get a chance to kidnap Mark right off of the stage.”

Alicia laughed evilly and rubbed her hands together, looking like a diabolical villain from a TV show, “All I’m saying is that you could easily cause a big distraction and then when the timing is perfect, I’ll grab his hand and make a run for it.”

“Mmm…” Fallon hummed out loud, “I still don’t think this plan of yours is going to work. How are we supposed to kidnap a fully grown man?”

Alicia slung her slender arm around her best friend conspiratorially.

“Oh I think it will. I think he would just come along with us.”

“Oh sure,” Fallon said snorted, “Then we can just put him in our Uber and hide out back at the hotel.”

Alicia nodded her head enthusiastically. “Exactly! See? The plan is genius! Plus, He’s small enough that I think I could fit him in my suitcase.”

“Well seeing as how your suitcase can fit you as well as all of your clothes, you may have a point.” Fallon chuckled at her friend’s delusions and then pumped her fist in the air as the line started moving forward.

“Yes! It’s almost time!”

Fallon truly felt that things happened for a reason, when they were supposed to happen and how they were supposed to happen. She also believed that her best friend had introduced her to K-pop music at the absolute perfect time in her life.

Two years prior to the concert, Fallon had gone through a very rocky divorce from her mentally abusive and controlling ex-wife that she had been married to for only six months.

Fallon and Layla had dated for five years prior to getting married and almost every second of the relationship had been absolutely horrible. Fallon was constantly depressed, stressed and worried. She had been mentally abused to the point that she was afraid to even get out of bed to go to the bathroom in case it woke up her partner.

She lost of herself completely and had almost faded away into nothing.

Getting divorced and leaving, moving out on her own and into her own place was the bravest thing that Fallon had ever done in her entire life.

She had no choice, however, she had to leave for her own safety. The last few months of the relationship had seen the start of Layla becoming physically abusive. And after one particular incident, Fallon knew that she could never go back.

Over the span of the next two years Fallon had grown exponentially in herself. It wasn’t easy, not at all, not one single bit.

And even though her relationship had been horrible, she still had someone there with her 24/7. Learning how to be alone without being lonely had proven to be very a difficult task for Fallon and, for a while, and she went through a phase of what she called, “Trauma Humping” because of it.

The phase lasted for only a few months before her head cleared and she realized that she didn’t want to do that anymore. The random sex never meant anything to her, it didn’t help her feel better. In fact, it always left her with a deeply unsatisfied feeling in the pit of her stomach. After thinking about it, Fallon discovered that she still believed in true love and she still believed that her soulmate was out in the universe somewhere.

She didn’t care if her soulmate was male or female, instead she cared about their spirit and their heaty. So she finally started focusing solely on herself and her own happiness. She started working towards finding her passion, what made her heart melt and happiness to bloom on her face, researching to figure out what she truly believed in or didn’t believe in.

To put it simply, Fallon had been discovering herself.

Alicia snapped Fallon out of her thoughts as the line began to move forward once again.

“Um helloooo! Where you even listening to a word that I was saying?” Alicia asked, looping her arm through Fallon’s as they made their way inside the doors.

“Mmm. No, definitely not.” Fallon responded honestly. Alicia playfully punched Fallon in the arm.

“Bitch! I resent that, I’m a wonderful conversationalist.” Alicia said, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

“Look, all you were talking about was what your plan was going to be to kidnap Mark and since I do not plan to help, I need to close my ears to it so that I can testify honestly that I had no clue what you did that caused security to tackle you.”

Alicia laughed, “No, no, no silly. We aren’t going to kidnap him, he will willingly just come with us. He’s a good boy.” Fallon smirked and shook her head.

“You are soooo delusional bruh.” “And? What’s your point?” Alicia asked, arching a single eyebrow up high. “You would be the EXACT same way if it was your precious Changbin.” Fallon nodded sheepishly, finally cracking and giving in,

“You know.. you’re right. You are 100% right. I think I may just join you on that long road to Deluluville.” Alicia nods smugly,

“That’s the spirit! Trust me, Deluluville is a WONDERFUL place to be! Now Let’s go see our man!”

~*~

Mark Tuan paced back and forth anxiously around his dressing room, doing voice exercises and trying to expel the nervous tension from his body.

Hopping up and down from one foot to the other foot, he shook his hands and trilled it tongue over and over. This was his third stop on his first solo tour and he was still just as nervous before a performance now as he was back when he had his first World Tour with his band mates.

“Man, what I would give to have them here, ugh!”

Mark started stretching his muscles, warming them up to get ready for the night. He spread his legs, bending forward to touch the floor, stretching out his thigh muscles and lower back when a hand came out of nowhere and smacked him extremely hard on the butt.

Mark jerked in upwards shock and whirled around to find his friend and fellow member, Jackson Wang standing there grinning at him.

“Jackson! Man!” Mark cried in delighted surprise. “What are you doing here, man?” Mark asked as they slapped hands and pulled each other in for a hard hug.

“I was in Chicago on business and realized that you were performing here tonight so OF COURSE I had to show my boy some support!”

Jackson slung his arm over Mark’s shoulders and twisted Mark’s nipple through his shirt. Mark huffed and pushed Jackson’s hand away, rubbing his sore nipple through his shirt.

“Just picture it Mark.... you’re on stage, doing your thing, the vibe is immaculate. The lights lower, the music slows and then BAM! I run out onto the stage butt naked.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at his friend in a very suggestive way.

Mark threw his head back and laughed so hard that tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He pushed Jackson’s arm off of his slender shoulders.

“No way man! I’m trying to NOT kill the fans that show up tonight.”

Jackson shrugged while sitting down on the couch, running his hand over the velvety arm rest.

“It would make for an interesting time though! Just think about it, Mark Tuan and his EXPLICITLY rated US Tour. Your thirst tweets will be even more wild.” Jackson said teasingly, picking up one of the couch pillows and tossing it at Mark’s chest.

“Maybe next time bro, besides, I think the tweets are wild enough as it is.” Mark says, a blush creeping the back of his neck and onto his ears.

Mark tossed the pillow back at Jackson and then sat down beside him on the couch, groaning when he heard his knee pop.

“I’m getting old, man. Look at me, I’m practically ancient.”

“Oh yeah man, I can totally see the forehead wrinkles and everything!”

“Shut up jerk,” Mark says but without any heat behind his voice.

They both smile at each other, relaxing back onto the couch and settling into the comfortable feeling of being around family.

“It’s great to see you man, really.” Mark says in all seriousness, his facial expression turning cloudy.

“Sometimes… I don’t know. For a while I thought that I was going to give up music completely. I thought that I didn’t really have an identity outside of what we were created to be. I didn’t know who I really was. It was rough for a while.”

Mark sighed and pushed a hand through his short hair. Jackson leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and nodded solemnly.

“I understand that. Completely. I… I have even thought the same thing about myself for a while. It was hard, mentally, knowing that we were all signed with different companies but hey, look at us now, it’s actually working out!”

Mark nods in agreement, a half smile on his lips. “You know what they say, ‘When one door closes, another one opens.’”

Jackson stood up, stepped in front of Mark, grabbed his shoulders and began shaking Mark’s shoulders back and forth quickly,

“Now you’re about to go on stage and win every heart that’s in the audience tonight! You’ve got this man!”

Jackson dove in for an impromptu hug and Mark laughed, pushing Jackson away from him as he started trying to cuddle into him.

“Get out of here with that shit,” Mark said and then cracked up at Jackson’s hurt, puppy dog expression.

~*~

It was packed to the brim in the House of Blues with many GOT7 fans as well as fans that just discovered Mark when he started putting out his latest solo music.

Fallon found herself being accidently jostled around by some of the other concert goers. Everyone, however, was politely saying “excuse me” and “I’m sorry,” before being bumped into someone else on the other side.

The House of Blues was beyond sold out!

Fallon’s excitement was radiating out from her body in waves and it was really amping up the closer it got to time for Mark to be making his appearance on stage.

Fallon looked around her and noticed everyone, including her best friend, getting their phones and ready for the performance. She shook her head in amusement. She would probably take a few pictures herself but she wanted to mainly focus on the music.

Mark’s music hit a place in her soul that had been pushed down and ignored for far too long. Fallon planned to enjoy every second of the concert and soak in every bit. She craned her neck to look up at the full upper floor and over to the upper VIP section. Fallon was trying to see how many fans were up there when she noticed a man walking around heading to the VIP seating.

She thought he looked very familiar but from this distance she couldn’t be sure. She squinted her eyes to try to get a better look but right then the overhead lights began to flicker and dim, and loud cheers and whistles rang out through the building.

Mark appeared like an angel on stage and Alicia grabbed Fallon’s hand, immediately swooned over the singer as he laughed shyly and waved to everyone in the audience. Mark took a deep breath and stepped forward into the mic.

“Hey everyone, My name is Mark Tuan and I want to thank you for coming to see me tonight. This is the third stop on my first solo tour and I’m so nervous but also so excited to be performing for you. I hope you like the set!”

Loud cheers erupted through the concert hall as the spotlights lowered and the music began to play.

~*~

Jackson leaned against the railing of the VIP section to look down at lit up the stage below.

His chest constricted with warm emotions while he listened to Mark’s clear voice float upwards on the air.

Jackson was so fucking proud of Mark that he could barely contain himself from throwing himself all over Mark in the dressing room. To see their shy eldest member making his comeback was awe-inspiring for Jackson. He remembered the struggles that Mark had when they first left JYPE. Hell.. they had all struggled with that huge decision and with the events that happened afterword. However, no matter how much Jackson dealt with, how much stress he had been under, he knew that it was nothing compared to the fact that Mark had been in a rougher spot mentally and had even sought out counseling for the way he had been feeling.

Jackson had been so worried about Mark, they all had honestly. It also made it way more difficult to be there for each other when several of them were living in different countries now. But now, looking out at one of his best friends, one of his BROTHERS, he could finally feel that everything was coming into place.

They were seriously all doing it, they were all making it until they could get together again. And not just making it but they were THRIVING with it.

Jackson’s eyes, hidden behind his dark sunglasses, rove over the crowd until his gaze gets caught on the same woman he saw earlier when he was walking to the VIP seating.

He had noticed her first by her hair.

On the front left side of her hair and halfway into her bangs was a wide white streak. He had wondered if she had that professionally done or if she had done it at home herself.Either way, Jackson though that it looked great in her dark hair and with the way the streak from that side of her face.

Jackson had watched her throw her head back and laugh freely at something that one of the women standing beside her had said. Her smiled had hooked him. He didn’t know what it was but something about her called to him. It had been a long time since he had felt that way about someone, let alone feeling that when first laying eyes on someone.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t know if I have EVER felt that way on first seeing somebody.’ He thought to himself as his eyes wondered back to the woman again. Just looking at her made his heart throb.

She was standing closer to the front of the stage. In the perfect position to record the entire concert, but she was the only one who did not have her phone out. While all of the people surrounding her had their phones out recording the concert, she was standing there with her eyes closed, just soaking it all in.

‘Intriguing’ he thought to himself.

He felt caught himself smiling as he watched her start singing the lyrics to the song that Mark just started. Realizing what he was doing, Jackson straightened up and decided to put all of his focus on Mark.

It wasn’t even a few minutes that went by before Jackson’s gaze had wondered to the woman yet again, singing her heart out.

“Sometimes I look at myself

It’s a little bit selfish

I tried but I can’t win

You don’t even know

How could somebody look at me

And think that I’m happy?

I haven’t been laughing

Too much anymore”

From his vantage point above the crowd, he could see that the young woman has started crying, the tears on her cheeks were being reflected in the ceiling lights. Jackson frowned and felt his heart constrict. He ran his fingers through his hair and puffed air out of his cheeks.

“What the hell man, get ahold of yourself.”

He continuously tried to look away from her but his gaze kept finding her again and again throughout the night.

~*~

“OH MY GOD HE WAS AMAZING!”

Alicia yelled into the night air as they stumbled out of the building, their legs a little wobbly from the alcoholic beverages they had consumed during the concert.

Alicia clutched her chest dramatically and pretended to swoon and faint, folding herself in against Fallon. Fallon laughed and caught her best friend mid-swoon.

“He really was!” Fallon agreed whole-heartedly. “I knew his music was amazing already but hearing it in person… It’s on a whole ‘nother level. I would say that this concert would be in the top 5 that I’ve gone to, for sure.”

Alicia sighed happily and hugged her best friend to her side. "

Thank you for coming with me friend, you’re the only one I know who doesn’t make fun of this 42 year old woman for listening to Kpop and being crazy over these men.”

“Oh please!” Fallon declared, “If it wasn’t for you introducing me to Kpop and Kdramas then I never would have known that I was destined to marry Lee Dong Wook. And don’t forget, I’m 32, so I’m not far behind your old ass.”

Alicia laughed loudly and held her best friend’s hand while they found where their Uber ride was parked. The two women continued talking about their favorite parts of the concert as they climbed into the Uber and headed back to the hotel to reminisce throughout the night.

~*~

Jackson waited for Mark back in the dressing room, not wanting to interrupt Mark signing signatures for the VIP fans. Jackson was disappointed in himself and kept beating himself up over and over again.

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he groaned and slide over to lay on his side on the couch.

He had tried not to look at the woman, and when the concert neared its end, he had the overwhelming urge to go wait outside for her.

He forced himself to stay still, telling himself over and over, “You’ve been single for three years. You need to focus on yourself and your career. You do not have time for a complicated fling.”

He thought he had it licked. He thought that he was going to be able to ignore his rising feelings.

And he did.

Until the concert ended and then in a flurry of panic he tried to rush outside, only to realize that he would never be able to find her in the crowd at night.

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he reiterated, punching the couch pillow with every word uttered.

[myquietimagination]

Februari (Be The Alpha Girl, Build Your Alpha Future)

1. Alpha Woman. Aku udah beli buku The Alpha Girls, Bagus banget!!! Akhirnya aku bisa terarahkan.

2. Kontrak kerja Selesai. Sedih sih, but this is life. Welcome to be mature. Ayo kita belajar dan belajar lagi. Cari pengalaman sebanyak-banyaknya, kembangkan dirimu.

3. Drama May it Please The Court Kelass banget!!! Makin kepingin belajar hukum. Seneng deh, kalo nemu tontonan berkualitas.

4. Penderitaan dimulai dari saling memiliki

5. Mark!! Ternyata dia juga peduli tentang Climate Change. Keren

6. Lesson Learning dari The Alpha Girls sebagai berikut. Pertama, Tidak perlu cantik, yang penting berpenampilan menarik. Menjadi leader bukan berarti menjadi yang berkuasa tetapi menjafi seseorang yang peduli dan melindungi. Kejarlah ilmu setinggi mungkin, bukan hanya untuk dirimu tetapi juga untuk membantu orang lain. Fondasi dari penampilan menarik adalah Kesehatan. Mencari jodoh dengan riset dan investigasi itu perlu.  

7. Ayo tulis tentang dirimu di Tumblr. Entah tentang hobimu, imajinasimu, tentang mark lee dan lain-lainnya.

8. Aku ketemuan sama kembaranku haha. Bukan beneran kembaran, tapi dia adalah teman pertamaku di SMA (Setelah dipikir-pikir dia adalah orang pertama yang saya ajak kenalan pas tes peminatan di SMA). Dia itu mirip banget kayak saya, sama-sama anak tengah yang memiliki fase hidup yang hampir mirip. Saya juga banyak belajar dari dia. Kalo sama dia, rasanya energi saya terus bertambah. Semoga kita bertemu lagi di peristiwa baik lainnya.

9. Hari yang agak melelahkan karena ngurus SKCK. Sumpah Lelah banget karena muter2 fotocopy, print dll. Tapi satu hal yang paling aku sukai dalam perjalanan, saat saya mau print foto dan menemukan toko print Pelangi. Toko itu dimiliki koko yang udah berusia (Udah keliatan agak botak dan keriput). Koko ini rendah hati, sopan pengucapannya, dan lembut melayani konsumennya. Yang saya kagumi, Koko ini cuman kerja sendirian, tapi dia bisa handle semua. Fix, dia menginspirasi saya sejak saat itu. Saya mau kayak dia saat tuan anti, mengelola tempat kerja sendiri untuk menghabiskan sisa-sisa waktu dengan damai. Kayaknya, saya pengen berkunjung ke toko itu lagi hanya untuk melihat betapa Bahagia si Koko saat bekerja.

10. Kunci mencari pekerjaan adalah bersabar dan pasrah kepada Allah bahwa hal baik akan datang kepada kita. Saya sudah dua kali melakukan interview pekerjaan. Pekerjaan yang saya pilih ini sesuai dengan jurusan saya saat kuliah, saya tak ingin banting setir profesi saya karna ternyata saya sudah jatuh cinta dengan PWK. Tetapi, untuk memulai karier di bidang ini ternyata tidak mudah, banyak pekerjaan yang memberi gaji tidak sebanding dengan pekerjaan yang kita kerjakan. Cukup mengecewakan, tetapi inilah proses kehidupan. Belum lagi, banyak teman yang memiliki nasib serupa. Senang karena kita memiliki nasib yang sama tetapi juga sedih karena kita di nasib/ masa hidup seperti ini. Saya jadi teringat Ketika kontrak kerja yang kemarin sudah habis, saya dan rekan-rekan kerja menangis. Yang membuat kita sedih adalah kita tak akan lagi menjalani kegiatan ini bersama-sama lagi, karena kita sudah nyaman satu sama lain dan kenyamanan itu tak lagi kita rasakan bersama lagi. Saya harap kita bertemu dengan kenyamanan masing-masing dalam waktu lama, hingga menemani kita di akhir hayat. Baik untuk karier dan soulmate untuk hidup ini.

11. Saya ingin belajar bikin Dumpling/Mandu. Saya ingin belajar memasak resep2 baru.

12. Finally, ketemu si cepoy haha. Aslinya ketemu dia cuman pengen dengerin cerita dia ketemu sama pujaan hati yang sekarang. Lucu sih mereka, ternyata si cepoy menemukan karakter fiksinya jadi nyata. So Sweet. Eh, tapi kita banyak ngobrolin hal-hal yang luar biasa. Tentang keinginan kita di masa depan dan arti bahagia menurut masing-masing orang. Dan ternyata tujuan saya dengan si cepoy ini ada yang sama, yaitu memiliki pekerjaan yang stabil. Kita ingin sebagai wanita kita tetap memiliki backing up sendiri walaupun di sisi lain nantinya kita bertanggung jawab sebagai ibu rumah tangga. Apapun pekerjaannya, selagi pekerjaan itu berkah, bermanfaat, dan membuatmu Bahagia, jangan ragu untuk menjalaninya. Saya pasti bisa, kamu pun juga begitu!

13. Saya diberi kesempatan menjadi salah satu tim penyusunan KLHS (Kajian Lingkungan Hidup Strategis). Dari dulu saya ingin belajar tentang KLHS. Kemarin saya senang Ketika membantu Bu Ema mengerjakan jurnal penelitian dari KLHS. Dan tak menyangka sekarang saya termasuk dari bagian yang menyusun dokumen ini. Semoga kegiatan bekerja dan belajar ini selalu diberi keberkahan dan kebermanfaatan. (NB: Setelah mendapatkan info ini, saya excited sekaligus khawatir karena ini pertama kalinya saya ikut bergabung proyek dosen khususnya tentang KLHS).

14. Ada ya orang yang Bahasa tubuhnya keliatan loveable banget. Saya liat fenomena ini di dalam diri aktor korea, Kim Rae Won. Ini gara-gara saya liat drama Which Star Are You From, Doctors, dan The First Responders. Awalnya pas liat aktingnya, keliatan kayak natural, eh pas liat btsnya emang orangnya kayak guard person, keliatan melindungi sekali. Melindunginya tuh kayak ada rasa sweet, warm, dan cinta kasih, ngerti ngga sih atau saya yang berlebihan ya haha. Coba aja liat salah satu dramanya trus jangan lupa liat btsnya juga. Nanti kalian tahu apa yang saya maksudkan dari penjelasan sebelumnya haha jadi

15. Lagu rekomendasi bulan ini adalah Silver Lining by Cali dan Sunshower by SE O.

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searching for a roommate: maybe also love (3/?)

soulmates!au  (part 3/?)

part 1/ part 2/

genre: angsttttt fest pairing: Mark x OC inspired by prompt: (i’ll add the link of the list when i find it) 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 100. ”You’re my soulmate?!”

even soulmates have a hard time admitting they want each other

the next morning, i head into the shower; wanting to be quick and not bump into mark. it’s a late morning for me because i’ve started writing more and reporting less so i spend most mornings at home. i know mark goes to work around 8am so i beeline quickly but still bump into him. godddd my luck’s non-existent.

with my hair soaking with only a towel wrapped around me, i freeze; hoping he’ll ignore me. my head’s still kind of touching his chest but all he does is stand there. i don’t know. i don’t even look up at him.

“hey.” he says softly

i ignore him and continue to walk past him.

“why didn’t you eat?” mark asks because he probably sees the food he’d left for me untouched as he heads towards the front door. i can hear the hurt and when i shut my eyes cringing; i picture his face looking hurt too.

i really don’t know how to make things better between mark and i.

—— text ——

arista: hey jackSUN: this sounds ominous  what’s up arista: mark and i are having roommate issues well not really but like after our housewarming party he’s been so off and i just went off yesterday but only cus he was looking for a fight 😤😤😤 jackSUN: dont ask me he was already grouchy when i saw him arista: wtf happened at the party i was busy with the guests weren’t u two joint to the hip … wait is this a bro code thing jackSUN: i can neither confirm nor deny just think about what you were doing that night which could’ve led to mark’s “weirdness” arista:….

mark’s out in the living room when i finally step out of my room. eyes all wide, staring at me as i’ve caught him mid-bite. i freeze at my room and also just look at him. “hey.” i sit beside him

“hey.” there’s a small smile on his face as his eyes follow me. i’m trying to focus what’s on the tv. “are you hungry? i know you haven’t eaten all day.”

“it’s fine. i’m not hungry.” i lie in a mumble, eyes still on the tv.

“arista.” mark’s attempt at trying to sound stern makes me laugh a little but i try to suppress it. he catches this and nudges me. “i didn’t cook it so it’s even more delicious.”

“i love your cooking.” i mumble, pulling the couch cushion onto my lap. it’s difficult for me to look at him even more. and i am being honest but i really like mark’s cooking. even if he never adds enough salt or seasoning.

he chuckles. that sounds like my favourite thing. “you’re the only one, arista.” from the corner of my eyes, he’s smiling and rolling his eyes at me. my heart’s melting. i’m weak in the knees; thank god i’m sitting down.

“i’m sorry for what happened at the party.” i mumble as he gets up from the couch. when he hears, he pauses. his entire body freezes and head turns to me. “i don’t know what happened but i just want you, us, to be normal again.” god, i hear my own voice. i sound so sad. i don’t want mark to pity me.

“it’s okay. i was just being dumb. it’s nothing. you have nothing to be sorry about.” he says, casually and continues on his way to the kitchen to get food. for the short while he’s gone, my heart’s pounding but i can feel it in my head.

tonight, mark and i talk about that night. when we first met at the club. he details me on what happened because i’m still blurry. really, all he tells me about is how i’d asked him to come over so he could be my roommate. 

///

(flashback third person POV)

mark can’t seem to keep his eyes off of arista. his eyes keep wandering onto her; some supernatural power that keeps pulling him towards arista. when she’d come up to the table, he’d found himself frozen. like something in his head clicked but he couldn’t place what went off. he clues that she’s close to jackson and jaebum; how easily she laughs with them. with all her friends. he doesn’t know where this urge comes from but he’s silently wishing (really really badly) that he hopes he can make her laugh as easily

jennie nudges mark, noticing his gaze at arista throughout the night.

— text —

jen: r u into her?????/

mork: shut up before you draw any attention

jen: isnt she into jackson??i heard jaebum saying thatmork

mork

the incessant beeping of his phone, he finally replies; annoyed. despite the fact that the two of them are sitting together

mork: jfc JEN I SWEAR

//

as jennie yells the dare to arista, mark’s entire body feels like he’s frozen but also burning entirely too hot in anticipation to see what arista will do. he already feels his heart breaking; it seems ridiculous because he’s barely spoken to her and met her 4 hours ago.

with arista’s face so close to jaebum, mark finds himself uncomfortable. he doesn’t like what he sees. his eyes bounce from grace to jackson; who look the least shocked. they must’ve known about her feelings because the two of them almost share the uncomfortable feeling he’d been feeling but were actually showing it while mark remained stoic mostly.

he leaves a little space as arista rushes out; leaving a tense air between all of them. jaebum’s face stuck in shock; mouth slightly agape and turns to jackson.

“what the hell was that?” jaebum mumbles. mark feels bad for arista. he wishes he could feel actually bad though but a part of him is glad that jaebum doesn’t like her back. maybe that means he could talk to her. he isn’t even thinking about dating her. for now, he’s trapped in her magnetic field. she’s so powerful to him; that he just wants to talk to her; know her.

//

even from the booth, mark’s eyes tried to search for arista on the dance floor. sometimes he caught glimpses of her; dancing the night away. again, she looks so carefree and he wishes he could be a little like that. he is like that but he could never especially after what’d had just happened. 

“i’m gonna go get another round.” mark clears his throat and tells jaebum and jennie before heading to the bar.

“MARK!”

“arista!” he mimics her enthusiasm, finds himself smiling wider than he should. “are you okay?” lowering to her height, he asks into her ear. still dancing to the beat, arista’s swaying. mark finds her pout cute.

“i feel like shit! but i’m really drunk right now!” she giggles, yelling over the music so he lowers himself to her height mid-sentence.

“i think you were very brave.” he’s referring to the moment with jaebum and her but she doesn’t get it and only bounces to the music restlessly which makes hims laugh. amused, he watches her for a bit.

“hey, do you wanna be my roommate?” when he’d said brave, he really hadn’t realised that she was that brave. she barely knows him but she’s looking at him so intensely with a genuine smile, which is beyond mark’s understanding because how can a drunk person do that?

“how’d you know?” he asks. why’s he trying to have a conversation with a drunk person?

“come over saturday!!” she yells into his ear which makes him jerk. but her hands grip onto his arms tightly, jumping to the new song playing. “mark, you are absolutely beautiful.” she breathes and he cringes at the smell of alcohol on her breath.

she’s still cute though. /// “you’re a fucking psycho!” i laugh as mark finishes telling me about the night i’d drunkenly yelled into his face. practically demanding to be my roommate; not even a suggestion really. “i was so wasted and you still came.” there’s a sparkle in his eyes as he looks over at me; that teeth-showing smile making me weak.

 mark smiles for a few more moments. “i didn’t want your bravery to go to waste.” he shrugs. 

“well, thank you.” i want to hug him. i want to hold him because he’s making me feel so warm. 

“you’re my favourite roommate.” why did i just say that…… “i mean—“ i start taking my words back but he interrupts me, with his hand on my arm. 

“you are my favourite too.” he says that so genuinely. i almost believe him. god, i wanna get lost in his eyes. there’s a faint smile on his face. i feel like i forget everything when he’s there.

“so can you tell me why were you being so distant?” acutely aware of mark’s hand still on my arm, i place mine over it.

then, it’s silence.

he slowly removes his hand from me and it scares me. maybe i’d been too careless about throwing that out there. maybe he’s still not comfortable with me.

“i saw you with jaebum. out there in the balcony.” he says and i watch him, nodding for him to go on but he’s biting the corner of his lip again. “i don’t know arista. i just felt jealous. but i really don’t like you that way.” he adds the last part way too forcefully which stings a little but it doesn’t surprise me. “i guess i just forgot you had other friends beside me.”

i laugh a little. “you’re so dumb.”

“but you like dumb things.”

“right.”

i’m getting flashbacks to our first conversation in the apartment. i love dumb things.

// we go back to normal after that. whatever normal had been for us anyway. but a part of me is getting mushy feelings for mark; probably because his admission about being jealous made me like him a little bit more. (totally not in a romantic way though) it takes a lot of guts to admit ugly feelings like jealousy though and I'm glad that we’re close enough for that. so my life’s kind of getting on track, my roommate and i are friendly. more and more articles are getting assigned to me instead of on-site reporting. now, all i have to worry about is about these soulmate marks. but it doesn’t matter; a soulmate is meant to be; i don’t have to search for him. hopefully. // mark’s not home. which is weird because it’s mark? he’s always home if not at work. well, i mean he is a single guy. an attractive one. he’s bound to have some fun? i guess? it feels weird even wondering. i sigh; feeling lonely as i serve myself dinner for one. i’d also come back home a bit later than i’d anticipated, like i said, i’ve been getting more articles. so, when the lights were out at home, i’d gotten a little disappointed. 

why do i even wait up for mark? getting antsy, i start biting on my nails. like it’s completely irrational but i start getting angry at him; how could he not text and be like; “hey i’ll be night don’t wait up” okay, but the thing is, he doesn’t have to… we’re just roommates. whatever. 

i force myself to bed. he’s a big boy. despite being a heavy sleeper, i’d gone to bed on edge so i wake up to the sound of things crashing outside. normally, the apartment could be on fire and i wouldn’t realise if asleep.

i know it’s mark. instantly. without a doubt. leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, i watch him wobble into the living room. he’s probably knocked everything in the hallway. 

mark’s eyes slowly look up to me and a sloppy slow smile forms on his face. and i notice that his eyes look sheepish as he leans on the couch for balance; still looking at me. “ari, i don’t feel so good.” he covers his mouth as he gags. 

“mark, don’t you fucking dare.” i warn, rushing beside him. even the thought of having to clean up puke is making me gag. i want to be angry but he keeps making gagging noises; looking over at me with his eyes that scream innocence. you know the ones where kids know they messed up but expect their parent to help them clean their mess up. 

so he throws up in the toilet bowl with me beside him on the floor; patting his back. but not before he threw up on himself a little before we even made it to the bathroom. surprisingly, my gag reflex hasn’t reacted as i comfort mark throughout his puking. huh, i guess he brings out another strong side to me. normally, i puke whenever i see someone else throw up. 

“arista, i can’t do this. i can’t.i can’t.” he shakes his head, teary-eyed from the constant puking. “i’m gonna dieee.” he slurs before he leans into the toilet bowl again. 

“god, mark. you’re a fucking mess.” i try not to laugh as drool edges on the corner of his lips. “c’mon,” i start unbuttoning his shirt because the smell of vomit on his shirt’s killing me. “you have to get cleaned.” 

“why are you undressing me!?” he yells a little too loudly in my face. 

i scoff. “because you threw up on yourself and i can’t sit here with you all night if you smell like that.” reasoning with a drunk is impossible but he silently agrees and lets me unbutton it; eventually taking it off himself. 

//

the next morning, i’m awake on the couch with asleep against the foot of the couch. (with a bin from my room to throw up in) awake before him, i try to slip past him to get dressed when i notice him shirtless. then, i remember that i’d helped undress him last night. now, i’m only human so i stare at him; shirtless and still slightly hugging the bin. god, he looks like an angel. everything on him looks so soft. 

crouching down to face him, i notice the mark on his chest. similar to mine. shaped like a little heart. i choke a little when i realise how similar they really are. no way. don’t be a fucking weirdo arista. thousands of people probably have similar marks. i check to see if it’s on his left. and it is. my entire body starts burning up when i realise. no way. no way. 

i always thought that there’s this show-stopping moment when you see your soulmate. like, you two just know. did i ever have a moment like that with mark? i mean, i’ve always been drawn to him? or am i just making it up in my head now because i’ve seen his mark? 

mark doesn’t even feel that way about me so there’s no reason for me to hype myself up. sometimes soulmate marks fade. like ray and mine. maybe mark and i aren’t romantic soulmates. i’m not sure how to react now that i rationalise that we may not be romantic soulmates. but it’d make more sense; we’ve always clicked. but … i’ve never wanted to kiss mark in the kitchen when we were both goofing around; cooking dinner. never. not even when we were furniture shopping and we both pointed at the same thing at the same time with the same lame joke....nope... not even then.

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Beautiful Thing | 04

Pairing: Jackson x Reader, Jinyoung x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU (Jinyoung) Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: GOT7 is promoting SeoulMate by wearing their device and going to "search" for their soulmate. While their devices are active, they're not allowed to contact their soulmate. That is until they pair with you. Word Count: 4.7k Warnings: Jinyoung’s a little mean.

A/N: I found the old taglist for this story! If you want to be added or taken off, let me know. @screechingaussie @forever-svtt @stitchattacks @xanny91 @jiminslye @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @etaerealboy @esplosionedicoloriintesta​

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The room was as dark as an underground cavern. Heavy curtains blocked out all outside light. The small MacBook cast an eerie blue light over the young woman camped out on the floor in front of it. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of various sizes, all of Jackson. Even the blanket wrapped around her shoulders had his face on it. This was her home, her sanctuary.

Frantic screams filled the room, only to stop and rewind, playing again. Over and over. The same clip.

The moment GOT7’s SeoulMates went off.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, noting every visible face as she searched for any signs of recognition or glee. There was none in that clip. Bomi quickly closed it and opened up a new one from a different uploader. An entirely different section and angle of the crowd. She’d dedicated countless hours to finding evidence, anything that pointed her toward the truth. Somewhere in the hundreds of fan-cams from the event would be the truth.

She swore she’d find it. And fix it.

Two days later, the guys were in Nashville. The meet had gone smoothly, ending with tears and sighs of disappointment. Jackson had been on edge, waking up each day with apprehension, knowing that it’d be the day they’d try to take his soulmate away. He’d gone so far as to memorize your number just in case they decided to wipe his phone as well. Jaebeom still seemed pissed but hadn’t stopped talking to him. It was a good sign. Maybe his words had gotten through to Jaebeom. Maybe.

After a few hours of sightseeing, the group went back to their hotel and ordered room service. They goofed around until Mark suggested they head to bed. They had an early flight to Chicago with another SeoulMate promo just before lunch.

Almost an hour later, Jackson was in bed, staring at the ceiling. Yugyeom’s snores punctuated the soft hum of the air conditioner, drawing Jackson’s attention for a bit. Though he hadn’t been able to call you, you’d had fantastic conversations by text message. You had a great sense of humor. Or, if you found any of his attempts to be funny bad, you didn’t let on. He liked that about you. You were kind and considerate, knew how to take a joke, and occasionally dish it out. You didn’t mind his flirty nature either. And when he was serious, you weren’t put off or concerned. In fact, he was as comfortable with you as he was with the guys.

He wondered what you looked like when you slept. Did you snore? Though it was late, you could’ve been awake. He wanted to call you. He had the opportunity. Yugyeom usually slept like the dead, so there was a reasonable amount of privacy. He picked up his iPhone from the nightstand between the hotel beds and tapped through the prompts.

The phone rang four times before your soft voice filled his ear. “Hello?”

“Hi, _____.” He glanced at Yugyeom before rolling over to face the windows. He could see the night sky through a sliver of space between the curtains. They were high enough that the lights below didn’t disrupt his view of the stars. “I’m sorry I took so long to call you back. And for calling so late. I wanted to catch you before you went to sleep.”

“How did you know I was in bed?” Fabric rustled as you got comfortable. “You’re not spying on me, are you?”

His cheeks burned, and he shut his eyes tight. “I, uh, I paid attention to the times of your messages. The last ones come about this hour.”

“But you said you’re traveling.” Your teasing tone gave way to one of curiosity. “Wouldn’t the change in time zone throw you off?”

“I use a converter to figure out the time.” He toyed with his hair. It was the truth. He’d wanted to be able to read your messages as soon as they were sent, so he’d had to figure out your time zone. He’d had to make sure that the others wouldn’t hear the notifications and ask questions, especially their managers.

“You know, I gotta admire your level of dedication.” You sounded impressed. “It almost makes up for everything else.”

“So, I did a good job? It’s okay?” He bit his lip.

“Of course! It’s flattering and shows you care.” Your words chased away his worries of coming off too eagerly. “So you were in Florida the last time we spoke. Where in the world are you now?”

“Tennessee.” He answered promptly.

“It must be nice to travel. I’ve never been outside of Texas.” He didn’t miss the longing in your words. He traveled so much now, he’d lost the sense of wonder and adventure it used to give him. You’d enjoy traveling with them. Wait. You said—

“Texas?” Jackson sat up. “You live in Texas. I’ll be in Texas for the weekend.”

“Really? Which city?”

“Dallas.”

“Get. Out. I live in Dallas!” Your excitement was contagious.

His heart skipped a beat. Destiny had a funny way of working out sometimes. “Can we meet up somewhere? I know it’s sudden, but I don’t know if another chance like this will happen in the future.”

“Oh, it’s—I mean—I’d like to meet you, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon. You seem nice enough—”

“Okay, okay.” So much for not coming off too eager. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “We can come back to this. We have a few days.”

“I mean, you haven’t even told me your name yet.”

Jackson sucked in air. He hadn’t. In fact, he’d been purposefully avoiding it. If his voice didn’t give him away, his name would. He worried his lip. You’d shown a lot of restraint to keep from bringing it up until now. If he was serious about meeting you, then he knew he’d have to spill the beans sooner rather than later. He exhaled shakily, “Jackson.”

You chuckled and said, “…Thank you, Jackson. You’re really sweet.” Your reaction, or lack thereof, soothed his nerves a little.

Hearing his name roll off your tongue gave him chills, the good kind. “I’ve heard that a lot before, but it never meant as much as it does now.”

“Like, cavity-inducing sweet.”

He covered his mouth and laughed, not wanting to wake Yugyeom. “Is it too much? I can stop if it’s too much.”

“No, no. I-I like it. It feels real, y’know? Like I can tell you’re not trying too hard. This isn’t a front or anything, but the real you. So I don’t mind. Anyone else, I might shut them down, but you? You’re good.” You let out a dreamy sigh. “I’m sleepy now.”

“Hm, you should go to sleep. I don’t want to let you go, but I have an early morning, anyway.” Jackson pouted.

“If you didn’t have to get up, what would you do?”

“Stay on the phone with you until we both fell asleep.”

“Do you know how high the phone bill would be? I’d go into debt, Jackson.”

“I’d pay the bill for you.” He was serious, and he hoped you realized that.

“I wouldn’t let you.” You countered, “If I talk until I fall asleep, then it’s worth it. I don’t do that often.”

“That’s best friend stuff.” Jackson smiled at the thought. “Best friends stay on the phone for hours, then struggle to pay the bill together.”

You laughed, “True. So we’re best friends now?”

“Are you kidding me? I’d give you a kidney if you needed it.” He flopped back on the bed. “At the rate you’re going, you might need it. I’ll keep it on reserve, just in case. Drink more water, please.”

“Oh, no—”

“I’m serious, _____! And eat more fruits and vegetables.” He hated to nag, but your health mattered that much to him. He knew from experience a happy body contributed to a healthy mind. With the stress of work, he wanted you to be as happy as you could be. “Please?”

“If it matters that much to you, I’ll try to eat better. More water and fruits and veggies.”

“Then I’ll introduce you to organic foods.”

“Jackson!”

“Okay, okay. We’ll take it slow. Month by month.”

“Thank you. And I’ll think about meeting up when you come to Dallas.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re doing those things for me. I wanna do something for you. Balance, you know? I don’t want to scare you off with nutrition and health lectures.”

“Well, meeting you would be for me as much as it is for you.”

“Okay, but the healthy stuff?”

“Um,” you paused, and he waited. “Can you send me a picture of you? I noticed you don’t have a profile pic for the app. I’d… I want to know what my soulmate looks like.”

Jackson froze at your words. They weren’t allowed to update their profiles, so he hadn’t bothered. He was more than willing to send you a picture. There were tons of selfies in his camera reel. But would you recognize him? So far, you hadn’t mentioned being a fan of Kpop. Again, he faced the painful truth—if he wanted to meet you, he’d have to take a flying leap of faith and tell the truth. It’d be lying if he kept it from you. You’d likely be upset. “Okay, gimme a second.” He scrolled through the pictures and settled for one he’d taken when they were in Buenos Aires last month. It was well lit and taken before he’d been attacked by makeup artists and stylists. It was closest to how he looked at the moment. He held his breath as he sent the image to you.

There was a brief silence before he heard rustling on her end. “Ooh! I got it.” Another pause. “I-I wasn’t sure, but I hoped I was right.”

“About?”

“You. When we first talked and you mentioned ‘they’ wanted to reset your SeoulMate. I mean, GOT7’s all over the news, especially after the riot at the event.” You hesitated before continuing. “I hoped you were the one who’d fight for me.”

“Why me?”

“No idea, honestly. It was a feeling at first, then it became a wish, a plea.” He didn’t miss the way loneliness crept into your voice before you shook it off. “Anyway! Back to the picture. You weren’t kidding about working out.”

“You thought I wasn't honest?” he asked, half amused and hurt.

“I mean, well yeah. You know guys like to brag. Or at least the ones I’m usually around do. For them, going to the gym means maybe ten reps with weights, then granny walking on a treadmill for five minutes before passing out in a bowl of nachos.”

“Please cease contact with anyone who does that,” he said with a straight face, voice devoid of emotion.

You laughed hard, bringing a smile to his face again. “Okay, goodnight Jackson.”

“I’m serious! I can’t coach you back to good health if you’re exposed to people who drown in cheese. Please. That’s a terrible—if not terrifying—influence on you. If they try to talk to you, sprinkle coconut water on them and run away in the name of clear skin.”

He swore he heard you snort in between giggles. “Goodnight, Jackson!”

He sighed and lowered his voice, “Goodnight, _____.”

Jackson held the phone to his ear until the phone beeped signaling the end of the call. He rolled over onto his back with a goofy grin on his face. He finally felt tired and closed his eyes, ready to embrace sleep.

Then Yugyeom spoke quietly, “Oh, how I hope you’re prepared to buy my silence.”

Yugyeom knew he was taking advantage of the situation, but as he munched on the crispy fried chicken skin, it didn’t seem like a bad thing. He didn’t know where Jackson got the chicken from, but it was delicious. The perfect combination of crispy and juicy. The tastiest blackmail ever. Hands down. Chef’s kiss.

“So…?” Jackson fidgeted nervously, barely touching his own food and drink.

For a second, Yugyeom was at a loss. “Hm? Oh! Your secret’s safe with me and my chicken.” He held up a drumstick with triumph. He never intended to tell, but when Jackson started offering payment for silence, well… Jackson let out a sigh of relief and sagged in his chair. Yugyeom wiped the grease from his lips with a napkin. “I do have one question, though.”

Jackson looked at him wearily. “Yeah?”

“How do you know you can trust her?” He put his chicken down with care. “You’ve never met her. What if Jinyoung’s right about her?”

Jackson went silent with a frown as he took his time to answer. “Truthfully, I don’t know. It’s just a feeling I have in my gut that I can’t bring myself to ignore. It’s the same as when I first got the idea to pursue music, to actually try it out. Like then, I had so much to lose and everyone was against it. Why jeopardize something that’s sure and reliable for something that, to them, is guaranteed to blow up in my face?” He huffed out a breath. “And look where I am now.”

Yugyeom nodded and picked up his food again, not wanting it to get cold. “And how do you feel about her? It’s been, what, three days since you started talking to her, right?”

Jackson nodded as he fished his phone from his pocket. “It’s like I’ve known her forever. Talking to her is effortless. I don’t have to pretend to be happy because she sees right through me. Every time. She lets me vent about the events and management. She agrees it's fucked up and suggested I come up with a way to repay our fans if it really bothers me. Yug, I know physically I haven’t known her long, but if this soulmate stuff is the real deal, then she has to be it for me.”

Yugyeom sipped his soda. “But what if the company fixes the issue, and she’s paired with someone else?” ‘Like me,’ he nearly added. “What will you do if you go through the trouble and anger everyone just for her to walk away in the end?”

Hurt flickered in Jackson’s eyes. “It’s her choice. The same could happen with me, you know. Right now, she’s become a very dear friend, at the least. That’s what I care about. Just getting a chance to meet her in person, making this whole thing feel worth the pain it’s causing. That’s all.”

Yugyeom wouldn’t admit that he felt the same. He recalled the thrill, the unspeakable relief he felt upon seeing those two words flash on his device. Before this, he had very different ideals about how he’d meet his soulmate. Sharing her with six other people, no matter how close they were, wasn’t what he had in mind. And the more he listened to Jinyoung and Mark debate the legitimacy of their pairing, the less he believed in the impossible. Though he was dangerously close to giving up on you being his soulmate, there was no reason he couldn’t be civil like Jackson. Make the pain worth it.

“You should ask her to meet up tomorrow.” Yugyeom blurted out the words. “I’d like to meet her, too.”

Jackson couldn’t mask his surprise. “You don’t think it’d be too pushy of me?”

Yugyeom shook his head. “You’ve given her some space about it, but you have to make sure she understands it’s important to you.”

Jackson nodded as he unlocked his phone. “Should I call or text her?”

Yugyeom went back to his food. “Maybe text her first? That way, you’re not putting her on the spot.”

“Right, right.” A sly smirk teased Jackson’s lips and Yugyeom decided then that he’d support Jackson, no matter what. A true smile that wasn’t caused by any of them or their fans. Was it really so bad to just…hope for something different, better? No. It shouldn’t be.

True to his word, Jackson didn’t bring up the meet until the day before. Fortunately, there had been a shift in schedules at work so you had the day off. When he texted you the invite and location, you were overcome with last-minute doubts. What if it was a prank? Someone could be impersonating him. Didn’t celebs hire impersonators to shake the media or crazy fans? And what about the rest of the group? What if—?

“_____, just go.” Mama put the plate she’d been scrubbing back in the sink and turned to you with her hands on her hips. "It’s a public place.”

“But what if he sees me and changes his mind?” You pouted. Sometimes it was hard being the daughter of an idealist. “What if he’s not okay with my ethnicity?”

Mama scrunched up her face, then let out an annoyed sigh. “Girl, you’re overthinking this. Everything you’ve told me about him doesn’t add up to a guy who cares about race.”

You shook your head and got up, carrying your empty plate over. “I know, and from what I can tell, he doesn’t. I just…you never know, right? Everything I think I know could be wrong.”

“Understandable, but this guy is your soulmate. You talk about him as if you grew up with him. What if this is the only chance you get to meet him? Are you really gonna throw it away?” She leaned over and looked you in the eyes. "Really?”

You closed your eyes, unable to withstand the weight of her gaze. “I just—Okay, I’m scared. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he changes his mind and goes back to ignoring me? What if he isn’t who he says he is? I…” You looked down at your hands and realized you were peeling the polish off again. Dammit. You’d worked hard to make it look professional. “I really like him. He’s a great listener and funny and smart and compassionate. I don’t want to lose his friendship.”

“_____,” Mama tutted, dried her hands on a dishtowel, then reached for your face. The scent of clean citrus enveloped you as her thumbs stroked your cheeks. “Baby, there are times when you have to take a leap of faith. You have to have the courage to do something new. Any other time, I’d be on the same page as you. Trying to talk you out of it. But this? It’s worth a shot. I’m willing to bet Jackson is worth the risk.”

You met her eyes. “What if you’re wrong?”

“What if I’m right?” She countered. In addition to being optimistic, Mama was the wisest person you knew. An old soul who had moments that bordered on premonition. Her intuition was hardly ever wrong. In your heart, you knew she was right. Jackson worked hard to keep in touch after your first phone call. He’d been consistent. Seeing that she was serious about you giving Jackson a chance, you gave in.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll go, but if anything happens to me, I want compensation with dessert.” You pouted. She let you go with a peal of laughter and pointed at you as she backed away, returning to the sink.

“Deal.” She grinned as she clapped her hands and wiggled her hips. “Now go put on something cute!“

You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen.

Something cute? You yanked tops and bottoms out of your closet, assembling and rearranging them to create something you thought Jackson might see as cute. As you held up a floral top to your body in the mirror behind your bedroom door, you realized something. Why were you trying to impress him? He wouldn’t care about how you looked. He just wanted you to show up. You could be yourself around him. You put most of the clothes back in the closet and dresser, opting for a simple t-shirt and jeans combo with your favorite pair of shoes. You dressed to impress yourself and had a feeling he’d be impressed with that. You fussed with your hair and did your basic makeup routine. In the end, you liked how you looked.

After grabbing your purse and keys, you poked your head into the kitchen. "Bye, Ma. I’m heading out.”

She turned around, saw your outfit, and grinned. “He’s gonna love it.”

“Bye, Ma.” You fought a smile and left.

The Kay Bailey Hutchison Convention Center was beautiful. Then again, a lot of the buildings in Downtown Dallas were. It was right around the corner from the Omni Hotel, a building laced with LED lights that lit up the skyline at night. As pretty as it was, parking was a bitch. A royal one. Every parking garage within two miles of the convention center was filled. People were walking for nearly a mile just to get back to the building.

Luckily, you’d checked out the other events the center was hosting and opted to take the train and a bus. Altogether, it probably cost the same as parking, but you didn’t have to worry about your car getting stolen or broken into. You slipped on the lanyard Jackson had sent you in the mail “just in case.” VIP. The badge was about the same size as your little android phone. It even had Jackson’s signature on it.

You got through security and were directed to one of the ballrooms. The lobby was buzzing with activity. The crowd was mostly female, all milling around, waiting for the event to begin. Seeing the banners all over the place, advertising the SeoulMate Hi Touch event with GOT7. You sucked in a breath upon seeing Jackson’s poster. This was real. It was actually happening. Butterflies took flight in the pit of your stomach as you pushed through the crowd to the closed doors that matched the number on your badge.

Your fears from before briefly surfaced again. What if he changed his mind?

One of the banners with the whole group on it caught your attention. You’d only spoken to Jackson, but the rest of the guys were here, too. What did they think of this, of you? What was their reason for staying silent when Jackson hadn’t? Did they approve? Were they against it? Did they support him? Did they even want to see you?

‘I’ve waited my entire life for you.’

You paused. Something told you he’d meant that no matter what. Whatever the others’ reasons for not responding to you didn’t matter. Shouldn’t matter. You weren’t here for any of them. Just Jackson. Because he wanted you there, wanted to see you. If you kept that in mind, things would be okay. This had to be okay. Despite how the situation looked, you wanted to meet the guy the voice belonged to, see the face behind the words you got through text messages.

You took a deep breath and stepped up to the doors. Two men dressed in black held their arms up to stop you, and you pulled the badge out. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t have to speak. One of the guys lifted the badge up to his face, reading Jackson’s signature. “Oh, it’s her.” He smirked and nodded to his partner, who lowered his arm and opened one of the doors enough for you to pass through. The one holding your badge nodded his head in the direction of the door. “You’re good.”

“Thank you.” You nodded your head in thanks and passed through the door into a new world.

The room wasn’t as big as the lobby, but still larger than you’d expected. Chairs were lined up in rows around a stage that lined one of the walls. The stage itself was a wonder. LED lights illuminated it in various hues. Another large banner served as the backdrop to the tables and chairs lined up in a row. The Jackson you’d pictured sending you messages and calling you stared back at you with a smile you’d only imagined seeing until now. The butterflies went ballistic. You felt nauseous for a moment and forced yourself to take a few deep breaths.

This was real. It was happening.

A door opened to the left of the stage and a guy with dark hair walked in. You recognized him immediately. Jinyoung. You opened your mouth to greet him, but his glare stole your breath away. Another guy stepped in behind him. Jaebeom. Jinyoung turned to him. They spoke rapidly in Korean while looking at you suspiciously. You stood there, internally freaking out because here they were, in the flesh. It was simultaneously surreal, yet grounding.

Then you noticed their tone. Whatever they were saying, it wasn’t happy. Jinyoung turned back to you and said, “Why did they let you in? No one’s allowed in yet.”

You held up your badge. “I was invited.”

He eyed the badge but didn’t come closer to inspect it. “No one invited you. You’re just saying that. I bet you stole that from the staff.” He turned to Jaebeom and said something else. He gestured at you a few times, and you got the impression he wanted back up. Your eyes met Jaebeom’s. He looked awkward, somewhere between curious and upset. His response was low and Jinyoung didn’t like it.

“Look,” you said, holding your hands up in surrender. “Even I’m unsure about this, but I got a badge in the mail. It’s signed by Jackson. The security guys even recognized it and let me in.”

“You must have paid them off. You saesangs are shameless. Don’t you have a job? Something better to do than pester us like this?” Jinyoung hissed. While you normally found his angry old woman trait endearing, having it aimed at you changed your perception. His words stung, but you forced yourself to remember he didn’t know who you were.

“Jinyoung, wait—” Jaebeom put a hand on his friend’s shoulder but was shrugged off.

“You have the wrong impression of me.” You took a step forward, and he took a step back. Fear flickered across his face before a hard sneer settled in its place. “Yes, I’m a fan, but that’s not why I’m here. I just want to see Jackson.”

“Jackson?” Recognition dawned on their faces, but they didn’t care to share the knowledge with you. Of course, they wouldn’t.

“Yes. Him. I’ve said his name a few times now. So where is he?” You looked behind them at the door they’d come through. “Just wanna say hi and I’ll be on my way.”

“You’re wasting your time.” Jinyoung looked you in the eyes. “You won’t get anything from him. He made a mistake in reaching out to you. Now you’re here trying to profit from it. Leave Jackson alone.”

“What?” You blinked a few times as his words sunk in. You went out of your way to grant Jackson this wish and you were beginning to feel like you shouldn’t have bothered. You should have told him to shove it when he first called. But, no. You had to be all forgiving and kind and shit. And where did that get you? Nowhere. You only wanted to meet your soulmate. You didn’t expect much more than that. You didn’t deserve the accusations and fucking attitude.

So, you snapped.

“Okay, you know what? Fuck you.” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. So don’t assume you know what I want. I wouldn’t give a fuck if he was the richest man on Earth or homeless with two cents to his fucking name. I came here for Jackson, whoever the fuck that may be. Whoever calls me at night to let me rant about my day. The guy who lectures me for eating shitty fast food and wants me to drink gallons of water like I’m the little fucking mermaid. Okay? So shove all of that crazy gold-digging fan shit up yours and use the weight to float back down to Earth.” You spun on your heel, pulling the lanyard from around your neck and tossing it on the ground as you headed for the door. “Fucking asshole.”

And you made sure the door slammed shut behind you.

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Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom knew that when he first met you at the company that you were the one. There was something about you that was just so captivating, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Of course at first, he didn’t want to seem like a creep and cross his boundaries, but when he noticed the way you looked at him, he knew there was some kind of spark between the two of you. He made sure to request you to do his makeup for him so that he could spend as much time as possible with you. For some reason, the two of you felt so comfortable with each other as if you had been friends for years. It was a risky situation, but you were worth it. When Jaebeom wants something, he will strive to great lengths and work hard for it.

After asking for permission, he’d take you to the amusement park for your first official date outside of work. He’d be nervous at first to slip his hand into yours, so he’d need to mentally encouraging himself to make the first move. He found it absolutely adorable how you’d grip onto his hand tightly and hide your face in his chest on a ride that was high up since you were scared of heights. Jaebeom didn’t know his heart could possibly beat that fast, but it always did when he was around you. He had a soft spot for you. After several rides and won plushies, he’d offer to drive you home to make sure you got there safely. You’d share your first kiss in the car before removing yourself shyly after feeling your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else but him.

Mark Tuan

It was like magic when he laid his eyes on you. He felt all warm inside and butterflies began to occupy his stomach from how nervous, yet excited he was to meet you. There was this unspoken truth about meeting your soulmate and how you just knew with no explanation. That’s how Mark felt when his gaze met yours. It wouldn’t be awkward at all even with Mark being a quieter individual. He would feel the connection that two of you had running through his veins and it would be easy for the two of you to converse about any topic. It was the same for you as well, which frightened you a bit, but also excited you about the endless possibilities that awaited the two of you.

He would make sure your first date was special so that you could forever remember it and how amazing your soulmate was. It would be a picnic in the park on a beautiful spring day with all of your favorite foods. How he knew your favorite foods? Let's just say he had a feeling. He would take you to the arcade after and the two of you would play fun games together until dinner time rolled around unexpectedly since time seemed to escape you. After spending all day together, he would walk you home to your apartment before telling you how he had the best time today and wanted to see you again with a few more compliments added into his speech. He would end the night with kissing your soft lips and that’s when both of you felt the fireworks go off in your hearts, knowing you were one another’s soulmates.

Jackson Wang

Jackson always has had good intuition and after seeing you in the streets with a friend, he knew he had to talk to you. Something about you was pulling him in and his curiosity wasn’t helping. He would introduce himself to you like the sweet guy he is and ask you on a date and for you number since he thought you were the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid his eyes on. You felt the sudden connection, even after his cheesy pick up line, prompting you to give your number to him with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was a short interaction, but Jackson wanted to wait till your date to wow you. He had already begun to plan it out in his head as he began preparations since he was going to see you in a few hours.

You would be a mess from how happy you were that this random guy came and asked you out, yet you knew he wasn’t random. Your heart felt different when you met each other’s gaze and felt like you knew him, like he was your soulmate. It was a weird feeling, but you were certain you were right. You had never felt like this before with your previous boyfriends. The date would be a simple dinner on a balcony in a nice restaurant that he rented out for the two of you. The conversation flowed so easily and the tension between the two of you was undeniable. The night wouldn’t end there though. He would invite you back to his apartment where the two of you would end up getting more familiar than expected. There was no point in denying the feelings you both had for one another, regardless of only just meeting a few hours ago. Even so, he would be a sweet gentleman to you the entire time and make sure anything he did, you were comfortable with.

Park Jinyoung

It actually wasn’t the first time he had met you, but it was the first time he was feeling this sudden pull towards you that he couldn’t quite explain. It was as if the universe was telling him to go and talk to you, that the two of you were meant to be. Something corny like that, but nonetheless, he introduced himself to you. He was a regular at the coffee shop you worked at, but he had never talked to you before, funny enough. Jinyoung asked you for your number after reading your name off your name tag and asked you on a date as well. If he was going to do this, he was going to go big or go home. You had always thought he was handsome, but never thought he would be interested in you, so with being taken back, you politely agreed to his request.

The date was more than you had expected, but then again, he was a famous idol. It was a yummy dinner on a yacht that he had privately rented for the night. You were clearly surprised, but Jinyoung thought it was adorable and promised your next date wouldn’t be so overwhelming. Some may think Jinyoung was flaunting his wealth, but actually, he just wanted to take you on a romantic date that you would never forget, and you definitely wouldn’t forget this. When the two of you were talking about your personal lives, you knew he was your soulmate from the way he looked at you. It was a look of love that would last for ages. There was that sudden gut feeling most get when they know they’ve found their soulmates, and it was clear both of you felt it. The rest of the night would be filled with laughs and good conversation as the two of you relaxed on the boat in each other’s arms until the sun began to rise.

Choi Youngjae

Youngjae wasn’t one to believe those sayings like ‘love at first sight’, but the moment he saw you, he knew you were the one. He’d stop to pack his belongings so he could go to you, but as soon as he would be done, you were no longer there. He already had your features memorized, so he’d search and search until he knocked into someone, that someone being you. It would be such a surprise since he never thought he would find his way to you, but with the way you looked into one another’s eyes, he knew it was you. Neither of you would be able to say anything, too immersed in each other’s wide smiles, until he’d nervously ask you if you wanted to get coffee together. Despite the two of you being shy, it was not at all uncomfortable, especially with his cute eye smile and kind gestures towards you.

Youngjae knew you were his soulmate from then on. You hated green tea ice cream, watermelon, and cucumbers. All the things he also hated. How did he get so lucky? He simply ran into you and he didn’t want to let you go so quickly. Before you knew it, hours went by from talking and you had to get to your part time job. Youngjae would offer to walk you there since it was late and he honestly didn’t want to leave you. He’d drop you off at work, but not before exchanging numbers and planning an official date. You felt your cheeks flush and heart rate increase at the thought of being able to see him again. You’d nervously place a kiss on his cheek before running inside, mentally screaming of happiness.

BamBam

It definitely wasn’t how he expected his day to go, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. BamBam stepped in when he saw some guy yelling at you over the counter, someone who seemed to have known you, saying some hurtful things. He didn’t know what came over him, but he was not going to stand for it. So when your eyes met after he told the guy to back off, that’s when the two of you felt this weird connection, like you were the one for each other. He’d ask if you were okay before going back to his table. You didn’t miss the looks that were exchanged between the two of you until your shift was over. He’d catch up to you and ask if he could take you out to dinner before heading home.

It only took a few conversations to know you were his soulmate. The one he wanted to grow old with. He thought his mind and heart were playing with him at first from how bizarre it sounded, but the heart doesn’t lie. It felt like the two had been friends for years since you clicked and had similar interests and dislikes, which made things easier for the two of you. BamBam had sneakily asked you on a real date, but you actually thought you were on one right now, which shocked him, but you were more than happy to go on another date together. You were sure to exchange numbers before the end of the night, so that you could see each other more often, hoping things could progress from there. You knew he was someone you wanted by your side and so did he. And he was going to make sure that happened.

Kim Yugyeom

He would be so confused when he caught your gaze while on his way to his next promotion and felt like time had stopped. He would memorize your face and would immediately tell his manager to contact you, so he could speak with you after his promotions. He didn’t know what came over him, but it was like he felt the sudden connection between the two of you and he desperately needed to know who you were. Once the two of you met, you would be over the moon with happiness that he had asked to talk with you privately and get to know better. It was a private coffee date at the practice studio, which Yugyeom apologized about since it wasn’t the ideal first date. You didn’t mind though, you would rather have a chill first date like this than something overly extravagant, which he liked about you.

Just from talking for a few hours, Yugyeom knew that you were his soulmate. He had never connected so deeply with someone in such a short amount of time. This was a new experience to him, but he was excited to see how this would go and excited to take you out on a proper date for your second one. Any sort of physical touch usually didn’t bug Yugyeom, even if it was from a female, yet when he went to hug you goodbye, he felt butterflies in his stomach and his breath hitch. You smelled like home and he didn’t want to let you go from his warm embrace. He was thankful he had gotten your number and was able to text you whenever he wanted since he wanted to talk to you all the time. Even though he should have been focusing on practicing his dance moves, he couldn’t help but daydream about where he should take you on your next date and what more he would learn about you.

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Mark’s bag felt much heavier once it was lifted from his shoulders. 

The ride back from Busan to Seoul was miserable, especially two days after Rose went away, and the man tried his best to sleep through the entirety of it, yet nothing but images of that night and Rose walking off were running in his head. He was exhausted with overthinking about what to do and how to fix things, but cheating on someone wouldn’t heal with plastering a ‘sorry’ on top - hell, he knew giving Rose the entire world wouldn’t heal it.

But...

He didn’t regret it.

Mark, in the past, was much too proud to say how much he secretly cared about things, and that shell soon took over, desensitizing the man from further expressing sincere remorse over his actions. Of course he cared - he cared that he hurt Rose, and he cared that she’ll never view him in the same light again, but he wouldn't go back in time to remake his decisions.

There’s another Rose, right?

The man was convinced that the moment he’d step foot into the apartment, Rose would be on the couch, sulking, waiting for her boyfriend’s return to speak with him -- that’s when he’ll apologize with a velvet bouquet of flowers in his hands. Roses, most likely.

With that misconception engulfing his mind, it was much more of a surprise to Mark to find that upon stepping into his apartment and trudging towards their shared bedroom, he found nothing but empty cupboards and closest, an overly tidy room and dull moonlight illuminating the place. 

Frantically, Mark dropped his bags on the nearest floor and scavenged his rooms and hallways for traces of things his girlfriend might have forgotten or purposely left, for a note or a gift or something; for a trace of Rose, yet moment upon moment he came up with nothing; there was nothing left to remind him of a person he once had.

Entering the living room, he crumbled to the floor in despair, looking up at the ceiling in hopes of a divine power to help Mark deal with the situation. As cold and detached as he was, there was a metallic weight over Mark’s heart and back, and a shudder went through his body.

As he looked down onto his lap, averting his attention towards his wrist, the reminiscences of a fading tattoo barely showing on his golden skin. 

“No, no..” he whispered as a tear trekked down his cheek, dropping with a delicate splatter on his black jeans. A pit of anguish began to sprout in his belly as he saw his skin turn completely blank, not even a hint of another tattoo, a mark - anything that could signal another chance.

He drops his hands and slumps his torso, avoiding contact with anything apart from the faint idea that Rose may still come back, that he still has a chance at love. Regret began hitting at about that moment, an emotion which Mark couldn’t necessarily understand, and he laid his back onto the cold wooden floor, staring up above, loss and helplessness seeping through his cells.

“Rose,” he whispered. “I’m sorry..”

But ‘sorry’ wouldn’t do it, ‘sorry’ wouldn’t make her reappear and ‘sorry’ won’t help her love him again. ‘Sorry’ won’t do shit, and his actions were useless, much alike his words, and he felt sick.

This was it, this was his fate.

Mark was alone, utterly and completely alone, and there was nothing he could.

Hopefully, as the years would pass, he’d learn to give and receive love properly, as one is meant to - with gratitude and grace, yet how likely could that be?

Mark doesn’t want to be loved, he just wants to be adored.

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When We Dream (M) | mkt

pairing: soulmate! mark x fem! reader genre: drabble, soulmate! au, fluff, smut, some angst, slight horror [warnings]: mature content, detailed scenes, detailed sexual content, nightmares, mentions of murder + blood, fear, oral (receiving), distance word count: 2.4k summary: Ever dream of a stranger? As the same man seems to be within your dreams, the only link you have to finding out his identity - how he always seems to be around - is by lucid dreaming. A/N: bro i don't even know about this one, it was a fever dream (literally) and has a lot of blind spots. a continuation might be necessary? this is why i made it a drabble. it’s meant to confuse you and make you think.

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Darkness. That's how dreams always begin. Whether or not you fall asleep immediately, it always manages to find you. Imagination running wild. A thin thread connected to others that can deliver you to the unimaginable, and yet he was always there.

A man - whose name you hadn’t received - a face you couldn't forget.

Desultory settings, almost alone in another world, you took notice of him over time. At first, he was just a bystander within your dream. Walking down a sidewalk, most people were faceless due to your mind never being able to comprehend other's features. But he stood out. A gentle smile as your eyes met his brown ones, keeping on his agenda within the dream. You continued on your way, not knowing what was next. You never controlled dreams.

Too fit in your own daily life, you were drawn to dreaming - it seemed to be the one sense you inherited without having to use any effort or force. It was natural.

By the second time you saw him, your mind grew analytical. Though most dreams faded when your eyes would finally open, his face was seared into your brain. Throughout your days you believed you saw him within other people. His presence a mere mirage. Set in a myriad of daily problems, you always found yourself dreaming instantly as your body fell asleep. 

This dream - in particular - was nothing less of a nightmare.

Running down a twisted hallway with nothing leading you but dim light bulbs above, you were panting. Tears rushing down your face, fear had taken over your body. Something was chasing you, but you couldn't see it. You were afraid enough to be running, scared out of your mind. Screams echoed from different sections, the building seemed like a motel built inside of a factory - another setting your mind didn't program well.

Loud, booming stomps came from behind you, making your pace speed up as you looked through the doorways of the building. One quick glance into a room, and you were met with the gored scene of a murder. The next room you saw was full of flowers, but a woman and man having intercourse. Her moans making your tears fall faster, you couldn't understand the situation. Scared to peer into another room, you kept moving forward. The hallway seemed never-ending. Rounding a corner was when your gaze met his again.

He stood much taller than you, a simple outfit on him as his light brown hair blew from the breeze that was created by you running. He held out his hands, palms in your view. You halted in front of him. Eyes filled with worry, he took your wrist, running down a different hallway. Turning to look back, you noticed he was just as scared as you.

"Where are we going?" you called out to him. With another short glance back at you, he continued to tug you behind him.

His longer legs made it hard for you to keep up, pace slowing every few seconds to reassure you were still in his grasp. Taking you through more hallways, he finally reached a door that was locked.

"Why are you set on this door?" you asked as he let your wrist go, fingers running over the top of the doorframe. He searched for a key to the padlock latched between the door and its frame, ignoring your question. Stumbling around and tossing objects, he found a small key underneath a potted plant. Turning back towards you, he took your wrist once more, placing your hand on his hip. Putting your index finger through the loop of his jeans, he watched over you.

"Do not let go of me," he spoke deeply, inserting the key into the padlock and turning it, pulling it from the latch. Opening the door, you were met with an indoor forest. With the setting being wildly different than the creepy motel-factory, your body shook. As the door shut, you were convinced the other place had vanished. "Don't let go of me." the man repeated as he yanked you forward into the leaves of the trees.

The moist area made you sweat, the man lunging through the bushes. He was convincing you that he knew where he was going, but you sustained his process as being disoriented. Rummaging through more bushes, the two of you stood at the trunk of a large tree. The tree being triple its normal size, both of you shared a curious glance, making your way up to it. Placing your hand against the bark, the man's hand moved beside yours. Hand just as warm as your own, a gasp fell from your lips when his hand made contact against your finger. Feeling his body close to yours, darkness fell over you again, the bright sunlight peeking through your lids pulling you from sleep.

You constantly asked yourself: Is he just part of the dreams? What is his purpose? How was he there again? But no clear answers ever surfaced.

Researching the meaning behind seeing the same face, the universe seemed to always derail you. No mentions of it were accounted for; you were alone on this journey.

You had to give the universe credit, though. Mother nature binding with it constantly sent you on a whirl. Your mind shallowed and allowed you to fall asleep once again, body on fire.

Laying in a pure white room, you rocked up into friction against your core. Opening your eyes, the scene was much different than the leading dreams. White curtains on the blindingly bright window, walls shell white, a large bed with a thick duvet, something moving against you as you could only moan. A tongue was pressed flat against you, your hips bucking into someone's face. You were at a loss for words as your orgasm hit you quickly, mind foggy. You couldn't tell if this was all real or not.

The duvet moved, his gaze meeting yours again. He wiped his chin, taking in a breath. Eyes brighter in the white room, you stared at him in disbelief.

"Hello." he smiled, cheeky and fresh.

"Hello." you choked out.

His lips moved to your bare torso, a confused look on your face. He was so comfortable. Unable to fight against his kisses, your head fell back against the puffed pillow. Moaning into the air, his hands ran up and down your sides, fingers gentle.

"I-I," you stuttered, his face peering up at you, keeping his eyes fixed there while his kisses continued up to your breasts.

Kisses turned to bites. A small hickey was sucked onto your breast, a moan passing through your entire body making you jolt against him. A smirk on his face, a single hand placed at your pelvis held you against the mattress. Keeping with his teasing, he seemed resolute. Lips moving everywhere, his face was fully centered above yours. Finally able to see his features in full view, you were at a loss for words.

Your heart was beating so fast, you knew he could hear it. With a bright grin, his dark eyes blinked and squinted. His cheeks rose up from the smile, soft and kind. His hair smelled like generic soap, the locks soft as you raised your hand to his head and intertwined your fingers within it. His peaceful kisses moved across your face, ending at your lips where they floated above your own. Staring down into your eyes, you watched his irises disappear behind his eyelids, lips connecting with yours. As the oxygen rushed out of your lungs, a spark was within the seam of your lips. Moving in sync, your fingers in his hair gently moved from his head, latching to the back of his neck to bring him closer.

Pulling from you, his eyes shot open, wide with fire. You looked up at him with confusion, brows raised. Never in your life had you experienced such a link to someone else, much less the rapid heartbeat of theirs mirroring your own. His touch on your skin created a heat you never felt before, the mix of feelings emanating from both of you making the room fill with tension. Fixed on each other, you sat in silence with your mind becoming conscious of the dream-like state.

"Are you real?" you asked him, his head tilting as he blinked.

"Are you real?" he mimicked your question with abashment as he sat up on his knees between your thighs.

Neither of you had an answer. Within the white room, all you could do was stare at one another. His features seemed realistic, much more than the others you've come across in your dreams. He seemed to be flesh and bone, just like you. Though you weren't awake, he felt all too real. Your breathing sped up under him, eyes shutting as you woke in your own bed, a position you've become accustomed to.

Body weak, you shook as you stood from your bed. Madness, the dreams had escalated into your reality, your core still aching from the man's touch as you were idle in the middle of your bedroom. Gathering your bearings, you walked to your desk and sat before the computer. Turning it on, you opened your browser, typing in a subtle search of "dreams". The vague study led you down a rabbit-hole, words passing your pupils as a single title caught your thoughts. Lucid dreaming.

Reading over the search, everything listed that in order to stay lucid dreaming - you have to really want it. Staying focused, you would be able to control the dream for a limited amount of time while unconscious - yet conscious. With the slim chance that you would be able to hold a full conversation with the man - to be able to retrieve answers - you agreed with yourself to try it.

Night fell over, your room calm, mind settled as you laid on your back above your covers. Muscles relaxing, breathing steady, you fell asleep within minutes. The darkness took over, everything pitch dark. Your eyes opened - but nothing was in your view.

"Do you hear me?" you called out, hoping the man would hear. Nothing sounded back, your own voice echoing in the dark space.

"Hello?" you asked, voice louder this time. "Relax and control it. Focus. Talk to me."

The darkness seemed to fade as you stood in a room. Walls of black tiles plastered about, an illuminating light behind each one. It looked as if you were in a purgatory state that your mind couldn't envision. Finally being able to see around the room, you noticed the man was now standing at a distance away from you.

"Hello," he spoke slowly, peering around the strange room as his gaze looked you up and down.

"How did you know to do this?" he questioned, eyes large as his hands moved into the pockets of his jeans, rocking on his heels.

"It's called lucid dreaming," you said quickly, moving towards him. "I don't believe our minds can create a setting currently, so let's use this time wisely."

He nodded, hair bouncing as he watched you stare back at him. His lips curled up, taking in your form. His teeth shined through with a smile, making your heart leap.

"It is you." he grinned, your head tilted to the side. "How did we find each other again?"

"Wait," you said, eyebrows furrowed. "Weren't you purposely getting into my dreams?"

"No, not quite. You were in my dream first, the sidewalk."

Your breathing stuttered. Looking down at the floor in thought, he swayed. He wasn't part of your dreams - he is separate, and you both managed to come across each other in a state of mind neither of you could comprehend.

"So, you are real?" he asked, referring to the dream in the white room. "I wasn't just dreaming of a stranger with no face. It really was you again!" he jumped, his right hand reaching out for your own as he held it, looking into your eyes.

"What does this mean?" you asked, startled. "I mean, how is this possible? I didn't think separate, cognitive minds could adjust to the same consciousness, much less same dream states."

He seemed just as confused as you, similar to your second meeting. Looking into your eyes, his brown ones seemed darker than they were in the white room. Purple marks lined under them, his face seeming tired compared to the original instances that you met. He seemed almost ill.

"Are you okay?" you asked, voice almost in a whisper.

His eyes shined in the dim lighting, grip on your hand tightening as he glanced down at the floor.

"Mark?" you spoke.

"H-How do you know my name, Y/N?" he asked, head shooting back up as he seemed lost with his own sentence.

He never mentioned his name, as you never mentioned yours either. Words were falling from your lips as if your brain knew something you didn't. "I-I don't know. You know mine, too."

His hold on your hand warmed your skin, similar to how his body heated you up in the white-roomed dream. Barely able to speak, his eyes were focused on yours. His head dipped down, lips against one another as they met your own. The spark cascaded between your matched lips. His grip on your hand seeming to go numb. You felt darkness take over for the last time. With his touch tattooed into your skin, you laid on your back. Eyes opened to your ceiling, mind wired, you breathed in.

Months passed and it felt as though Mark never let you go. From time to time - within your dreams - you could still feel his kisses. His hot skin against your own. But you never saw him. You felt alone in the world, the connection between the two of you lessened.

Sitting on a bench in your local park, the sunset was in the sky as people moved along their own path. The metal bench below you was stiff, your body standing and stretching, turning. The bright lake beside you was blinding from the little sunlight left, and as your left hand moved to block it out, a shadow was in your view.

Mark stood before you, a wide smile on his face. The purple marks under his eyes were gone. Slowly walking to you, he took your hand in his, lifting your knuckles to his lips as he placed a chaste kiss to them.

"Hello again, Y/N." he smiled. "We have a lot to discuss."

[markie-baby]

We'll Go Way Back

Dream Log | 12.20.20

Hi EVERYONEEEE. It’s been an exponentially long time since I’ve been on here and an even longer time since I posted a Mark dream (mainly because I haven’t had many worth telling). But I figured after the year we have had that I should get back on here and post some the good ones I had for ya’ll as well as a bunch of shit I had in my drafts :) I hope you all are safe & healthy, and have continued health & safety in this new year. For all those who have been heavy effected by the events of last year both physically and mentally, I want you know that my heart is with you <3 I love you.

Disclaimer | ALL of my “Bias Dreams” posts are 100% actual dreams I’ve had of my biases. I hate the smell, look, taste, and sound of bullshit, so why would I serve it to you guys on a silver platter with a side quail eggs, cheese fondue, and some assorted fruits, and call that shit a five star meal? Enjoy!

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So the dream is really weird (and slick beautiful & powerful) and there are some pieces I don't remember but I think it starts off with me going on a plane to go to college. And the college campus is huge and picturesque. Especially the cafeteria. So I'm there and kind of feeling so-so about the experience and I'm socializing with other students there, I don't recognize anyone there. So then I head to the café and I'm sitting there alone and kind of hating the food and starting to hate being there, so I get up and throw my food away. As I’m leaving the café, I notice that it’s suddenly night time and then I see Mark in a corner sulking. But I guess in my dream, the universe that I am in exists out of the current one. He’s not Mark of Got7, he's just Mark to me. So I kind of look at him and then he nods at me and I nod at him.

"What are you doing out here?" I ask him.

"I don't really wanna be in there. Don't really want to be here." He says back. "What about you?"

"Um, it's my second year (of college) but I just got here so I don’t really know anyone. I don't even know if this is what I really want." I respond.

He doesn't respond back for a few seconds. "Wish you could turn back time?"

"Yeah..." I sigh.

"Do you want to go back in time with me?" He smirked at me.

"...yes."

So Mark pulls out this little handheld blue remote contraption with like a small antenna on it, a little screen, and a little dial and button. Then he turns the dial and presses the button and 4 years are taken off our physical bodies (19 & 23) not effecting the time in our current environment. So while I'm standing there trying to figure out wtf just happened, Mark is like, "Wanna get out of here?" And smiles that smile that just UGHHHH. So I'm like "Yes." What follows after happened almost like a montage in my head. We decided to run off of campus and just do random, but beautiful shit. We got into his vintage, yellow car he had parked on the street of the campus and we went to see a superhero movie, and then we played in the arcade where we got really competitive lol. Then he drove us to an old school amusement park by the beach and we were the only ones there and we rode on a bunch of rollercoasters and screamed and laughed. And then it got dark, we went stargazing and talked about our interests and dreams. Then Mark asked me if I wanted to go furniture shopping. I was like furniture shopping for what? And he was like for our house when we live together.

So I was like "Sure, why not!"

So we went to some Target IKEA hybrid, and legit started furniture shopping but it was so cute because he was holding my hand the whole time, and asking me what I think what would be good for the apartment, making sure we both came to an agreement. But then it got really sad and weird, because while we were looking at bathroom mirrors and then the glass in the mirrors turned into moments in time from our past, like Mark's baby pictures, his debut, etc. And my baby pictures, and me going to highschool and college DEPRESSED, and then me finding myself & drawing again. And then Mark turned to me and was like, "we gotta go back." And in a beautiful kind of way, I knew what he was taking about and why. We cant live in the past, we need to move forward and actually live like we did with each other today. So, nodded and took the little way back machine out of his pocket and turned the dial and I was about to press it when he pulled me closer, put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. BICH. WHEN I TELL YOU I LITERALLY FELT. HIM. KISSING ME. JESUS. TMI, but he’s such a good kisser. On GAWD. And he was passionate!!! OOoooowEeeeeee. Anyways, he's kissing me and my hand slips and presses the button slowly turning us back. Then he pulls away still holding my hand and I ask him, "So what now?" Then he's smiles, "I think I'm gonna pursue music like I wanted. What about you?"

"I honestly don't know...but I want to live my life how want it. I want to be happy this time around." I say.

He smiled. "What about us?"

"Pursue your dreams first. When you get all big and famous then come and find me :)"

"Okay..." he answered.

Then we both started walking away from each other and next thing I knew , I was back on campus and it was super bright and sunny outside and I was feeling great. A bich was doing cartwheels on the front lawn and shit saying hello to everyone. Then I see two classmates who I apparently know, (a guy and girl) and the guy asks me where I've been and I tell him that I went of with this guy named Mark and we had an amazing time together. And girl asked me why I am super happy like what happened to me. And literally I just blurt out "I'm dropping out!" And I get up and run to the cafeteria to get food to drive back home.

A bich chasin her dreams.

~until next dream~

[moonprincessdiviniation]

Mark Tuan's Future Partner/Soulmate

Date read and posted: October 11th, 2020

So I've been really curious about this one since I got it, everyone always says it's another Virgo or someone just like him. My cards always give me the most interesting answers, let's hope they do it again 🥰

*DISCLAIMER: readings concerning kpop/celebrities/musicians/YouTubers are just for fun and hold no fact.*

What's their current energy?

The Chariot, King of Wands, The Hermit, Ace of Swords, 5 of Pentacles

They're currently going through a new journey in their life. They've had to make a quick decision and stick with it. I get the feeling this wasn't something they wanted to do, but was the only option they had available for them. It feels almost like a break up, but I don't think they were really dating. They know they need this time alone to reflect and really get an understanding of what they want, but it feels bittersweet. This person feels like they could've easily learned these lessons even with someone by their side. They're getting better though and learning more about how their previous actions were hurting them.

What does Mark like about them?

Knight of Pentacles, The World, The Emperor, 6 of Swords, 3 of Pentacles and Strength for bottom deck energy.

Mark really likes that they're always there when needed. Whenever something goes wrong they're quick to point out the good things to look forward to. They love traveling just like he does, so he has someone to go on trips with. Always exploring new places together and I get the feeling that this person has a lot they want to show him. So fucking stable, holy sh*t, they're with him, supporting him and just being there for him whenever he needs them. There's not one moment he can think of when they haven't caught the ball. This person is quick to bring Mark away from negative thoughts and experiences. He really appreciates how they kinda steer him towards the rainbow every time it rains. Just like, yeah, we're soaked and it's fucking pouring, but damn if that double rainbow isn't so pretty and vibrant. He loves how well they work together and how hardworking they are. He's seen them work before and how invested they are, no one is doing it better than they are. Over literally everything though, he loves their strength. This person has been through a lot and because of that they're great at holding the fort down. He doesn't have to worry about taking care of them after a rough day, they do it on their own.

What do they look like?

Here and Now rx, New Life, By The Book, Happy Happy and Building Blocks for bottom deck energy.

Green eyes, or possibly hazel. Their hair is long, dark brown or like an auburn red. I'll say maybe shoulder blade length hair if not really long. This is a definite foreigner! I'm seeing a poc too 🥺 This person could be mixed or just a different nationality from him, but they're stunning and he loves them for it. They wear a lot of neutral/warm tones, it compliments their skin tone.

How do they work together?

Pillar of Light, The Initiation, Play, Leap and Align Your Life for bottom deck energy.

They help each other to be better versions of themselves. Constantly pushing each other to be better and do better. They go through so many difficult things together and come out stronger knowing they didn't have to do it alone. Together they face their inner demons and work on improving them. They help him be more playful 🥺 constantly goofing off together and letting out their inner child. They're so cute stop it 😭 Together they take risks they normally wouldn't take alone. Striving to get through anything so long as they have each other. Both of them are always working to improve their lives and how to balance everything out. Leave it to Mark to find someone who has high expectations of themselves like he does 😅

[idolsastrology]

GOT7 & Their Soulmates

It's time for GOT7 and their Juno signs! I already did this with other groups. I will take a look at each members Juno sign which tells us about our soulmate/life partner. I will be focusing just on the sign, because I don't know everyones birth time, so I can't focus on the houses.

Aries Juno 🌸 YOUNGJAE

Juno in Aries points to an assertive and competitive soulmate who is very independent and often quite stubborn. Youngjae wants a person who is a natural born leader and is willing to fight for him. These people are usually confident, strong, dominant and most importantly passionate about their goals.

Gemini Juno 🌸 BAMBAM

Bambam's soulmate could be described as witty, intellectual, sociable and talkative. He wants someone who he can have fulfilling conversations with and build a relationship communication is no problem. His soulmate definitely needs to have a great sense of humor and be able to adapt to any situation quickly. 

Virgo Juno 🌸 MARK

Virgo is all about being structured and organized. Mark's soulmate for sure embodies that. This person is also strongly supportive and shows their love mostly through their actions. Mark wants to build a relationship on strong foundations, so his soulmate needs to be attentive and try to work towards a harmonious partnership!

Libra Juno 🌸 JAEBUM & JACKSON

Libra is such a lovely sign! It is ruled by Venus - the planet of love, so it safe to say that these two guys want someone romantic, loving and sweet. Their soulmate is most likely a harmonious, well-balanced person who seeks peace in all situations. They are gentle, kind and enjoy affection + traditional displays of love, so candlelit dinners and roses!

Scorpio Juno 🌸 JINYOUNG & YUGYEOM

I am not at all surprised that these two have their Juno in Scorpio lol. Scorpio is all about intensity, passion, sex, deep trust and loyalty. That's what they expect from a relationship, they want the time with their soulmates to be transforming and life changing. Jinyoung and Yugyeom can probably get jealous easily, so a devoted partner is a must.

[supgot7]

jinyoung: dont u dare act a fool when we leave the house

jaebeom,acting a fool 2secs after leaving the house:

[markachu-4ever]

Wait, what?- Soulmate AU

Summary: Everybody is destined a soulmate. However, not everybody has the luxury of meeting them. Usually, you and your soulmate have the same symbol on the same spot of your body. When you are near your soulmate, your symbol begins to glow. When you meet your soulmate, your symbol disappears. So why is it that when Y/N meets her soulmate her symbol doesn’t disappear? Could she possibly have two soulmates?

Pairings: Y/N x Mark, Y/N x Jinyoung

Genre: Soulmate AU, series

Word Count: 288

Warnings: None

A/N: I am trying something new so please comment any suggestions, feedback, or ideas. I know this first part is boring but I will hopefully build up to the drama. I hope you enjoy the prologue. :)

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PROLOGUE

“Mom please don’t make me go!” you argued with your mother.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I’m not going to let you stay here wasting your life waiting for your pathetic soulmate to come sweep you away. You are never going to find him. What you need is an education and if you don't listen to your father and I we will cut off all contact with you,” replied your mother.

“What type of parents send their daughter away to a foreign country and force her to forget her life in Texas. I have friends I don't want to leave behind, you can’t make me do this!” you yelled while trying to think of any decent excuse.

“The decision is final. You either move to South Korea and study hard or you will no longer be considered our daughter,” argued my mother with a stern look on her face.

I glanced at my father. He gave me a sad look but didn’t say a word. Of course he wouldn't defend his own daughter. My mother practically controlled him. I ran up to my room silently crying. I cried for an hour then decided to take a bath to clear my mind.

After a lot of thinking, I realized I didn’t have anything to lose. I don’ t have any friends since we all drifted apart after high school and most of them had already found their soulmate. I hate my mother so I would finally be able to get away from her. The only downside is that I would miss my dad. But he apparently doesn’t care enough to speak up. So what do I have to lose? Nothing. The decision has been made. I’m going to South Korea.