Destiny's Mark [Yoongi/Suga x Reader Soulmate AU]

Chapter 3

The snowflakes drift gently through the air, most of them settling on your window sill. You sigh as you watch the snow blanketing the entirety of the city, before turning to look at the calendar on the wall. The date 30th of December glares back at you, burning itself into your retinas and producing a spark behind the neuron connections inside your brain.
Two months have passed since you got the soul mark. Two months of self-loathing and self-burn. Just the first week of November you spent it in the hospital, in a catatonic state, not managing to believe what the soul mark brought into your life. The Mark Office of Iceland were kind enough to come by and try to help you with anything, the kind woman and the grumpy dude always visiting, never bringing you any good news. They never managed to find any information about your kind of mark, so they could only keep with their side of the story.
   Brushing your fingers upon the minty-blue colored circle on your left arm, you breathe in to keep the anger from rising, and glare at the line pattern inside the circle. It covered the top half of the circle and left the bottom empty. The color glared against your pale pink skin, always requiring your attention when you did not have it covered. For that reason alone, you always kept it covered when out. It never acted any way: no colors, no shifting, no changing, no timers, nothing. It just always was the same. For all you knew, the mark was made by an alien; actually, you hoped it was an alien. Then you could travel around the universe and galaxies and never come back home, instead of mothering kids which were supposed to be your soulmates.
    Turning away from the window, you looked at the phone on the stand and sighed as you dialed the number of your friend. Even now, you remembered the first time you called her from the hospital you were in, right after you got the mail you were fired from your job back home. The moment she picked up the phone, you started crying into the phone, having missed her voice, wishing she was there in your room. When she started panicking and saying she will get the first plane right there, you stopped crying to explain what happened and told her not to do it, that her job was more important. She was ecstatic about the fact you got your soulmark and asked if you already found the guy, but the moment you explained to her that the guy is either a kid or a newborn, silence was heard on the other side of the phone. Shattered glass was heard from the other side and you gasped, immediately calling her name, just in time to hear sobbing overlapping your voice. She was crying, for you and her, for everything that seemed unfair in your lives, and soon after you joined her in her crying. You spent an hour crying and making plans for everything that could go wrong in your lives. She wanted you to move with her, but you refused her and told her you wanted to at least try to make it all by yourself.
  "Hello~" you heard her voice say through the speaker of the phone, the video call showing her wave at you, already looking up and down at you in your chosen outfit for the evening. After you got out of the hospital, you applied in lots of places, and you were happily accepted in London, at a firm which specialized in transportation and exports. You were mostly in a secretary position, but you specialized in multiple positions, and the bosses adored your way of doing things. And that is how you found yourself a week before New Years' given vacation and the boss giving you the key to a loft in central London and a ticket to a masked ball for two days during New Years'. When your friend heard that, she squealed in happiness and immediately pointed to your green dress, which was a perfect fit for your bright, red hair. It also fits with the Holiday theme which was everywhere since 1st of December. All you had to do was find a mask for the two nights, and it did not take long to find the perfect mask.
    Your friend watched as you put the mask on and twirled once for her viewing entertainment, her laugh ringing like bells inside the rented loft, and you smiled. It was hard to forget about the pain the mark brought into your life, but as long as you covered it, and your friend kept being by your side, you were sure you could keep on living, even if you were to never meet the kid of your life.
  The green dress reached your knees, hugging and hiding your curves at the same time, and you were happy with that. Modesty came easier to you than showing everything off, and to make sure your chest size was better hidden, you took the green capelet and put it on, feeling the warmth hugging you from all sides. The long sleeves of the dress covered the mark on your left arm, situated right in the center of it, right below the veins on your wrist, sometimes making you think their dark blue spilled into the mark colors. You combed your red hair and without needing to add makeup, as the entire night would be spent with the mask on, you grinned at your friend as she gave you a thumbs up. The black stockings and low heeled, black shoes managed to make you seem taller, and confidently, you added the black mask to your face. The string was not tight around the head, so the mask sat comfortably on your face, and it was easy to breathe in, even with the material covering your nose until it reached the top of your lips. The dragon scales hand-painted onto the mask gave off a green sheen when the light hit them, and you felt proud you could find that mask. The sharp dragon cheekbones gave off a slimmer effect to your face, and you felt regal as you wore the mask. The slight horn indentations which came out of the top of the mask were masked perfectly between the tufts of red hair which came on top of the mask, making it look like they were really growing from your head, and not the mask. All in all, you both decided you looked wonderful, and ready to mingle.
  "Remember the red lipstick, and smile. Never stop smiling, and make tons of friends! Show them how awesome you are!" your friend encouraged you and kept trying to make you laugh with her silly antics as she tried to show you examples of what you should do. You grinned at her, before checking the clock and seeing it was almost time to go if you wanted to at least make it in decent time before 10 p.m. You waved at your friend, blowing her a kiss with a silly wink attached to it, and she grinned, catching it and putting it on her cheeks before winking back at you, and you both turned off the video call at the same time.
   Immediately, the loft felt too empty and quiet for you, so you quickly took your small purse, and went out, calling a cab as you went down the stairs to wait outside for it. Luckily, it took just about five minutes until the cab pulled in, and you immediately gave it the address of the party. They looked at you oddly, but you just set your worries aside and breathed in to calm down your nerves. You had to have fun and make friends, and keep away from alcohol, cringing as you somehow still felt the phantom sickness from that week after the alcohol coma you almost put yourself into. When the cab pulled in the curb at the gigantic manor, you blinked and almost wanted to ask the driver if it was the right address, before you saw other masked people go inside. Paying the driver, you bid him a good night and a good shift, and taking in a big breath, you stepped outside of the cab, slowly making it up the stairs, legs feeling like jello with every step.
    Reaching the door, you show the ticket at the door, and the guy nods at you, opening the large door for you to go inside. Swallowing nervously, you try smiling at him and nod back at him and step inside, immediately being assaulted by bright lights and loud chattering. You wanted to turn around and leave right at that instant, you felt so out of place. Everywhere you looked, people have gathered around in cliques, chattering and gossiping, some proudly putting on display their soul marks. Somehow, seeing all those marks embittered your wishful thinking about making friends and your hand unconsciously made for your mark, gripping it tight and wishing it never appeared. Still, you smiled and tried to mingle around, bidding people a good evening and trying to talk with them. But everywhere, all your ears heard were fake politeness and gossips, and your brain started hurting, wishing it could drown it out somehow. The night barely started and you wanted to escape this dreadful masked event already.
      But just as you were tempted to reach for the tall champagne glasses, your ears were blessed with the sound of a piano playing. Abandoning the idea of getting drunk, you made your way to the center of the room, marveling as you did not notice the beautiful black piano, so large and commanding attention. Yet no one paid it even a glance, even as a person was sitting down and beautifully playing the ivory keys. You were mesmerized by their posture and the way they played, lost in the song, and you felt your heart tugging at every connection you had inside your body: emotionally, mentally, physically. The melody was a bittersweet one, and your brain was almost capable of placing it from where it heard it but was too caught up in the storm of emotions it brought inside yourself. Your hands clasped in front of your chest, swaying to the sad yet endearing sounds of the piano, eyes welling with tears behind the mask, feeling the story the song told was familiar, yet so foreign. And when the song ended, you could not stop yourself from clapping and looking in admiration at the stranger who just played such a heart-wrenching song.