Mail Order

Chapter Two: An Unexpected Arrival

It had been a full week since the day he had filled out the forms and allowed strangers to find his match. Mark had been working nonstop. His home had looked as if no one lived there. Everything was in place, no dishes were dirty. The only part of his home that made it look like a living person was there was his bedroom. Clothes strewn on the floor, bed obviously slept in, and his closet door open due to him searching his closet for clothes.

A few important clients had all requested his services and he was inclined to take all of them on at once. The good news was, today was his final work day of the week. The second piece of good news was the fact that the site had contacted him back within just two days. Mark remembered Yugyeom saying something about finding Bam Bam taking a total of three weeks.

Mark shrugged, finalizing the song he had been working on. After playing it back, He saved it to his computer and burned a copy to the CD for the artist. Placing the CD in the case, Mark wrote her name and the song title on the CD.

An email notification sounded and Mark pulled his phone out of his back pocket, quickly opening the email from the Match Team.

Your Spouse is on their way!

Thank you so much for participating in our services. We hope you and your spouse match up well. Good luck on marriage.

The Match Team

Arrival Time: 15:00

Incheon International Airport.

Flight 363's Loading Bay.

Your new spouse has your photo. They will approach you.

Good Luck

Mark checked his watch... 7pm was an hour away. His heart sped up a little as he imagined how it would be.

Mark was a naturally quiet person. Many that didn't know him thought he was a moody guy, until they were able to talk to him. Though, that happening in its self was a bit of a phenomenon. Very few had gotten close enough with the auburn haired that he would actually speak.

He had said that a girl that was talkative was ideal.. So hopefully, if Mark was lucky enough, she would be able to carry a conversation. 

Would she be as perfect for Mark as Bam Bam was for Yugyeom?  Would she be little and cute?  Wide eyes and a pretty smile? 

Mark nearly skipped down the hallway towards Yugyeom's studio. The younger wasn't teaching anyone currently, but that didn't stop him from dancing his heart out. Mark had seen Yugyeom's dances really mature over the last few months that he had been working there. Yugyeom avoided falling to the ground when he noticed the figure in the door way, watching him with a large grin.  

"She's going to be her in less than an hour!" Mark exclaimed, not being able to contain his excitement any longer. Yugyeom grinned back towards Mark.  

"That's awesome! That was so quick!" Yugy exclaimed, "Is she at IIA? I heard traffic is pretty heavy, you may want to head over now." Mark glanced back at his watch, only a half hour to go. Time was really flying.  Mark nodded, letting his hand raise in a wave as he hurried from the room. "I better be the first to meet her, Hyung!" The younger yelled to Mark. 

Mark was still in earshot of Yugyeom. He let a giggle escape his lips, "You will Browny!" He called back to the younger, before he reached the elevator that would bring him to the parking garage. 

Mark didn't drive anything too flashy. It was just a black, four-door sedan. But, Mark liked his car. It was reliable and fast enough. Fast enough wasn't an issue, because just like Yugyeom had thought, traffic was hell. A drive that normally would have taken 5 to 10 minutes took closer to 20.  Mark glanced at his watch as he rushed to the loading bay. Less than five minutes and his wife would be here! 

He could feel the adrenaline speeding through his veins. Mark's heart began to beat faster, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, an extra bounce in his step.  

With the call that Flight 363 was now unloading, Mark was pretty invested in trying to figure out who his new wife was. One by one, passengers were unloading. Mark saw a few pretty girls among them, though no one ever gave him a second glance. 

Mark's nerves began to get the best of him. What if this was a scam? Did that company catfish him? 

 "Mark Tuan?" The brunette shifted his eyes to a blonde male wearing a snap back, holding a piece of paper. Mark looked the guy over a bit more. He was wearing  a pair of tight jeans and a plain white tank top that showed off his muscular arms.  

Mark nodded slowly, "Yes, I'm Mark Tuan of Beast Entertainment Records, Thank you for noticing me, but I'm currently waiting for someone." He stated politely before switching his attention back to the doors, which two flight attendants were closing. He walked over to the pair, "Excuse me, there isn't anyone else?" He asked in the same polite tone that he had used with the man earlier. 

The attendants shook their heads as a combined no.  Mark sighed. He had been scammed. No wonder it was so quick. He trudged back over to the chairs and threw himself in one. His eyes closed as he tugged at his hair. How could he have been so stupid? That was obviously a scam. You can't just get a matched wife in a week. 

His body let out a strangled groan. "Mark Tuan?" He allowed his left eye to open and peer up at the guy from a few moments ago. This boy had some resilience. Mark's dark orbs followed the boys movements as he sat down next to him. 

"Yes? Did you want something?" Mark's polite attitude falling away slowly. 

The blondes eyes widened before he coughed, a hand at the back of his head. "You don't know?" Mark saw a light blush tinge the cheeks of the blonde. 

Great time to get bashful.. Mark thought.

"Don't know what?" The blonde turned his head away and handed Mark the piece of paper he was previously holding.  Mark gingerly took the piece of paper.

It was his application. 

It was his photo. 

It was his marriage license.

All of these documents held one similarity aside from Mark.. That one thing being a certain name. 

Jackson Wang.

 Oh shit.