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Mark blinked at his ceiling, his eyes connecting the paint spots (the ones that had been there since he had moved into the house) to form shapes and names that he honestly didn't want to think of at the moment, or ever again.

Johnny laughed when Mark had shyly told him that Donghyuck was his soulmate. He threw his head back, almost getting out of the cameras view, and his laugh rung in Mark's ears (which his earphones were at fault to but he blamed it on Johnny's obnoxiously loud sound torture). 

"I knew it." He had said, pointing at the camera with a proud look, his cheeks pulled up so high, that his eyes squinted into the shape of a crescent moon. "What did Donghyuck say?"

Once Mark explained to him that Donghyuck, his soulmate and best friend, didn't know about their fated string, Johnny facepalmed, and the sound caused Mark to grimace. After an hour's call, Mark abruptly ended the call, throwing his phone aside, unable to handle the 'advice' Johnny was giving him. He couldn't go up to Donghyuck and tell him that they were soulmates. It wouldn't make anything better, but actually ruin whatever they had, which wasn't anything but a platonic friendship, going for them. 

Letting out a groan of frustration, Mark whipped his head to the side, grabbing his phone and bringing it to his face. He went on Google and guessed it was time to ask the internet for help, since his brother, the one who knows the answer to literally everything Mark ever needs help with was completely useless. And although the internet could not be trusted, especially after the time Mark had spent hours searching for a specific song, only to find out that it had been under a different name, it was the last option he had.  Mark tapped the search bar, and then thought about what to type up.

How to make your soulmate love you—

How to make someone believe in love—

How to—

An idea crossed Mark's mind, and he hesitated for a few seconds, wondering if that could even be possible, before typing it up with a heavy heart.

How to get rid of your soulmate?

Unlike the previous results, where some sappy experiences of other people showed up, some actuals guides appeared, most of them from reliable sites, and Mark hurriedly tapped the first one he saw. As it loaded, Mark chewed down on his lip. If he was to find a way to get rid of his soulmate, would he be happy knowing he doesn't have anyone else? Then again, Donghyuck never loved him in the first place, so it would be quite easy for him to move on, perhaps find another person who's soulmate-less.

The website flashed a blue colour, signalling that it had loaded, and Mark scrolled down.

Different ways to get rid of your soulmate:

One. Kill them.

Well number one was definitely out the window.

Two. Hire a hitman to kill them.

Mark shook his head, disappointed by the results so far (and questioning the sanity of the person who wrote this guide) and scrolled even further. 

Three. Cut the red string of fate.

Wait what. Mark almost dropped his phone as he tapped the screen for the link, his heart beating faster as the blue line at the top of the screen took an awful time to reach the other end. A longer explanation of the process showed up, and he read through it carefully.

The red string of fate is the thread-like object that is tied to one of your fingers. Although nothing can pass through it, since it was a spiritual object that connects your soul with another one, determining your attraction towards the person, if you were to have the intention to get rid of it, or pull on it, you could. 

The method of getting rid of the string is simple. First of all, acquire a pair of scissors, nothing fancy or magical, just a normal pair that are lying around your house. Once you have them, the next step is to gently cut the string of fate. The process is not painful in anyway, however, a part of your love towards the person does disappear after the cut. The force that binds you two together would've been separated, and nothing will be holding you two together, meaning that you are no longer obliged to be in love with the other person. 

As the red string is cut, a new one will appear soon after, or perhaps it could take a while (depending on your conditions and who you match with). That new one will make you connect with someone else, and the force of attraction between the two will be stronger than the one before. 

Maybe Mark could do this. He could cut the string of fate, allowing himself to connect with someone else, someone new, someone who believed in love, someone who could love Mark. Someone who was not Donghyuck. But then Mark froze. What if he was to cut the string, then when it would be Donghyuck's birthday, and the boy might've finally learned to love. What if he waits till 12am, all giddy and excited, waiting for his string of fate to appear, but it never does. It never flashes into his room, surprising him, and making butterflies erupt in his stomach. What if Donghyuck doesn't connect to someone after Mark cuts it? 

"No." Mark shook his head, leaning over to his nightstand and dropping his phone next to the lamp, switching the light off before collapsing back into his bed. "I can't do that to Donghyuck, he deserves to know that he did have someone who could love him."

And so, Mark threw his blanket over his nose, shuffling around in the bed in an attempt to find a comfortable position, but his mind remained wide awake, thinking about Donghyuck, and their fate. 

"I could…" Mark turned around in his bed once again, the blanket slipping from over his mouth and gathering at his neck. "Try to make Donghyuck fall in love with me?"

And with that, Mark grabbed the blanket and yelled into it, before falling back down onto his bed and sighing. It wasn't going to be easy, trying to make Donghyuck love him, but he could at least try.