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Mark continued to walk back to their dorms. It was darker and Johnny and Jaehyun were both careful as always to try and get in without any... sasaengs.
All they had wanted was to take a walk to the closest convenience store, but of course the daily dose of stalkers had to dampen the mood. Yesterday Doyoung had nearly run one over with his bike, and Haechan had to call the cops on one.
It was honestly getting worse and worse, and for Mark? It was stressful. He felt like he couldn't go in public leisurely without having eyes or cameras in his face.
Some people claimed it was what he signed up for when becoming an idol.
He didn't.
He signed up to sing and dance on a stage, so what he loved for a living, help people all around the world, and bring people together with his music. He didn't sign up to be stalked.
But instead of these usual thoughts he thought about the girl that had taken away the sasaengs.
Hailee Choi.
English.
He couldn't see her face but he could tell she was famous enough of the girls knew her. Maybe she was some new actress? Seemed like there were lots of those lately.
So when he walked into the dorms and while Taeyong and Doyoung cooked dinner, he went to go search up the name.
Well wanted to.
"Mark," Haechan yelled practically into his ear.
"Let's play Call of Duty!"
Mark grimaced as he looked at the younger's pleasing face, his computer already showing the home screen behind him.
Could he honestly say no?
Of course not.
That's why he ended up writing 'Hailee Choi' on his forearm and rushing to sit next to his friend.
That was until he felt a tingling on his arm underneath his sweatshirt sleeve.
He quickly pulled back the material in excitement.
Sure he had rejected her temporarily, but after feeling the old tickle on his arm, he was rekindled with the joy of seeing what they wrote.
Taeyong's arms were always covered in little neatly written messages and his sloppy handwriting, and the few times he saw Ten he was sporting a couple of messages on his hands or ankles.
Mark missed his soulmate's gleeful messages. It had been about a year since they had last talked to him, and he/she was always so nice.
'Fuck off.'
Mark stared at the words that were covering his 'Hailee Choi' in thick black ink.
Haechan leaned over him to get a glance at his arm before bursting out in laughter.
"They're awesome," he cackled clapping his hands, "I'm on their side!"
"Shut up Hyuck," Mark mumbled before placing his hands on the gaming keyboard.
After a couple rounds of Mark losing and Haechan rubbing it in, Taeyong finally called.
"DINNER!!!"
Haechan snickered as he once again beat Mark and shut off his computer. Mark followed behind to eat whatever the two had fixed.
The whole time he was silent.
That couldn't have been his soulmate.
His soulmate was nice and bubbly. They were happy and was always understanding even when Mark asked for time.
Never once had they cussed at him.
And he felt sick.
About a year and they already hated him.
After dinner he raced to his room and pulled out his laptop and typed in 'Hailee Choi.'
Then it popped up.
Thousands of magazine covers, articles, and photos.
She had black hair, but lighter brown eyes. She had freckles dusting her cheeks in the more natural photo shoots. Her bangs laid perfectly across her forehead and her skin had a natural glow. Wide eyes and a button nose, she was undoubtedly pretty.
A model.
The girl who had saved him, Johnny, and Jaehyun had been a model.
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I've had God's Menu's 'DU DU DU DU DU DU' stuck in my head and anytime I do something I hear 'DU DU DU DU DU DU.'
