Mail Order

Chapter One:The Struggle Was Real

You just need to get married, Mark. That's all you need. A good wife.

These words were the wonderful few that ran through the auburn haired males head at least forty five times a day. Always in his mother's tone of voice or his own sarcastically mocking himself as if he were his own mother.

Mark Tuan was twenty three. Single. Painstakingly single. The man had a good paying job as a lyricist and producer for a local record label, Beast Entertainment Records. He loved every point of his career choice. And, was well known for his lyrics and beats being some of the most sought after. This did cause a lot of his time to be put into his job and it was the reason his last relationship failed. Too much working, not enough time with her.

Mark sighed, pulling at his hair. What could he do? Put an ad on craigslist? With his luck, he'll find some woman who just wants to marry so she can kill her husband.

His eyes closed as he grabbed at his hair once more, the action his go-to stress reliever. With a groan, the man stood out of his comfy chair by his sound board. He had been mixing a recent artists music, but with all of the stress, his thoughts just went to back to the idea of marriage. He couldn't concentrate. He stretched until a pleasant feeling pop, or rather, sequence of pops was heard.

After grabbing his wallet, Mark started his walk down the halls, heading towards the drink dispenser. The man needed caffeine to survive his ridiculous schedule.

You just need to get married, Mark. That's all you need. A good wife.

A loud groan echoed down the halls as Mark's thoughts reverted to the same statement that it was always stuck trying to drill into his brain. That thought was employee of the year status inside of Mark's mind. He stuck a dollar into the machine, grumbling to himself about the shitty analogy that he had thought of. Mark was so involved with ganging up on himself and the drink he was purchasing he didn't notice the 6' male standing next to him, until of course, a hand lightly gripped Mark's shoulder.

The concerned face of the young coworkers shocked Mark as he shrugged the boys hand off. "You okay, Mark?" Yugyeom started, allowing the hand previously on Mark's thin shoulder to settle in his jean pocket. Mark looked at the boy's casual stance, a twinge of jealousy working into Mark's nerves. Yugyeom had just turned twenty, was the most watched choreographer, after single-handedly choreographing a dance where over thirty dancers were involved. The boy also had something Mark hadn't... a marriage license.

Mark nodded to the taller, "Yeah, just a bit of stress from my parents to get married. But with our schedules, you know how hard it is to actually go on dates. I don't even have a girlfriend." Mark let out a small chuckle, feeling a bit of the weight lifted.

Yugyeom smiled, nodding along, "The same thing came from my parents. They never minded that I liked men but my mom wants grand babies and Dad wants what she wants. They believed I should be married before doing so." He explained, tossing a dollar into the machine that Mark was just using, selecting a bottle of water. Relaxing against the wall, "I'm lucky Bam Bam was a found so quickly."

Mark's eyes darted towards Yugyeom. Found? Mark had always assumed the pair had been dating a while before they had got married. Bam Bam had always looked at Yugyeom like he was the only person in the world. Not to mention, their skin ship was one of lovers that had been together for years. "What do you mean found, Yug?" Mark questioned. Yugyeom chuckled as his cheeks became a rose color.

"Well..." Yugyeom started, the blush getting more apparent in his cheeks, "Bam Bam was a matched mail order Groom." Mark nearly lost control of his mouth, nearly spitting out his drink. Luckily, he was able to contain the drink. By the reaction he received, Yugyeom continued. "Yeah, mail order seems really weird, but all I had to do was file a form describing what I like, attach a photo and fill out the marriage license. And the company took care of the rest, and Bam Bam and I were married within three weeks." He paused, "I never thought he'd be so perfect though." Yugyeom smiled, thinking about his cute husband.