donewithlifefornow
Chan never expected his soulmate mark to wake. It had lived its whole life as a faint, apologetic flicker - proof, he believed, that love simply wasn't meant for him.
Then their arms touched - barely, briefly.
For one sharp heartbeat, Chan's mark sparked - small, startled, alive.
It wasn't a blaze. It wasn't even a promise. But it was enough to make Chan wonder if fate hadn't forgotten him after all... just waited for the right touch.
[Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]