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Marks That Make Us (A/B/O Minji G!P)

Everyone knows the first words your soulmate will say to you appear on your arm as an identifying mark. But what if those words are...really dirty?

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Hanni is fourteen, going on fifteen, when her mark appears.

She's making out with Taylor Young, an alpha boy her mother doesn't approve of, against the back wall of the school. Omegas aren't supposed to be on this side. She doesn't care. He has his hand on her breast and his uncouth fingers in her panties. She has her tongue in his mouth and her hand wrapped around his dick.

They've done this once or twice now. Usually it ends with Hanni having to wipe a handful of semen against the red brick wall, and Taylor red-faced, doing up his pants. This time he seems determined to give her some kind of satisfaction too, and she wishes he wouldn't, because his nails are dirty and untrimmed, and he's too rough, but something about the frenzy of it, with his cock warm and sticky in her hand and her breath coming out in pants in between awkward kisses, and Hanni feels like she might almost—

"What's that?" Taylor puffs out. His laugh is startled and high. "Oh shit, is that your mark?"

Her left forearm had been up against the wall, gripping against dry brick for purchase, and the words there appeared as if by magical tattoo gun.

Damn, you're tight.

Taylor's laughing hasn't stopped. It feels like a thud of rain pattering on her ears. She's staring at the words on her wrist, ears burning, but then he turns to her and she wishes he would say something kind, maybe something sweet.

Instead, his mouth twists in a cruel fourteen-year-old-alpha grin. His breath smells like Extra gum and sour milk as he starts to speak. " 'Damn, you're —"

She puts her hand on his face, and pushes him away. "Oh come on, Hanni don't be like that, it's just a joke."

But Hanni doesn't listen to his whining recriminations and muttered insults. She goes to collect her book bag, and decides to never let anyone—particularly not stupid alphas— see her mark again. And that's that.

***

Minji is sixteen, going on seventeen, and she loves the fact that she's been picked for the varsity lacrosse team, but she doesn't love the locker rooms.

She disrobes nervously, keeping her wristband on tight and tucking the towel around her waist. The wristband is sweaty and itches, and she wants to take it off. Her mother told her the wristband was her choice, and she could choose to never show people her mark if she wanted, but that was just 'mom' talk. Minji knew out here, in the real world of high school, it was weird not to show your mark.

The only other kid she knew of at school who wore a wristband was the lonely beta boy who sat by himself at lunch period, eating a ham and cheese sandwich. No one talked to him. Word was that his mark read Your dick is in my fish tank.

Minji doesn't want that fate.

She's on good footing here. The team likes her so far, and her step-sister has laid the patchwork for a successful high school career. Everyone likes Haerin, with her brash mouth and her mark that says You saved my life, Agent Kang.

Minji wishes her own mark was as noble. Or even just less obscene. Instead the words on her right arm say Fuck, you're big.

The words aren't what she wanted. They make her blush. Sometimes, in the shower, she tries to scrub them away. Eliza told her that her mark would make sense in time, and Minji tries to internalize that some nights, when she lays awake and wonders what kind of omega would ever say that to her right away, without ever knowing Minji's name first. But it doesn't make sense.