~ Byun Baekhyun ~

"Do you want to explain what happened back there?" Lay questioned trying to catch up with the smaller male as he dashed to his locker after being released from the nurses office.

"I have no idea what happened there alright, all I know is that that word wasn't there before"

"I know that Baekhyun but it can't just magically appear on your wrist like magic!"

"I don't know Lay okay!" He yelled "I have no idea how this happened alright?! So let's just leave it"

The teacher was stunned, Baekhyun had never raised his voice to him before. Although he was older and it shouldn't have hurt him as much as it did Lay backed off and allowed Baekhyun space to do as he pleased.

Slowly he punched in the numbers to his lock and opened his locker with such force that it bounced off the locker next to it. The small amount of students that lined the hallways looked at him with sad eyes, yet no-one approached him, he was an outsider. Small and nothing to show for a guy except the dick between his legs.

He recalled a memory in the back of his head at the time some weird and perverted guy on the first day of school had thought he was a girl. They had talked for a bit until Baekhyun broke the news of actually being a guy. The dickhead (A/n: Dickhead: Just an Irish name for someone who is an idiot or stupid person, I'm not sure other places use this word or not so I thought to put a description) then cornered Baekhyun up against a corner and asked him to show him his dick for proof. The poor guy never saw his balls again because Baekhyun was pretty sure he kneed that guy so hard they shot back up into his stomach.

Ever since them everyone knew Baekhyun as the weird feminine guy who was gay as hell and didnt care what other people thought of him, yet it was because of his bravery that caused the bullying. Every boy who he had turned down at one point had ganged up and decided to torture the hell out of him as a sick punishment, girls getting involved over jealously.

Putting the books he could have used in class if it wasn't for the captain of the dickhead team, Wonho, Baekhyun slammed the locker closed and locked it having no interest if staying the rest of the day.

He never got to the front door.

《 Park Chanyeol 》

"Appa? Are you alright?" Chanyeol wondered watching as his Dad came rushing into the house.

Suho didn't say anything and pulled his son into his embrace, holding him close and tightly as he cried into his chest. Chanyeol's heart broke.

"Dad-" he whispered not expecting his voice to break half way through. Chanyeol bite his lip to keep his tears at bay but they fell anyway. The walls of his demeanor crumbling, the hard walls he had to build due to his Fathers strict personality crumbled because of the man in his arms.

"Shhh, my dear please" Suho begged, through sniffles "please don't say anything and let me hug you until I finish"

Chanyeol nodded and wrapped his arms around his Appa's frame keeping him close, hiding him away from any prying eyes.

"Thank you" Suho finally smiled pulling away with a smile on his lips. Chanyeol nodded in understanding, yet he kept his Appa close to him.

"How was the office today?"

Suho chuckled at the attempt of topic change yet he didn't want his son to think that it went unnoticed. "It was alright, we landed a pretty good deal with another company so I was in meetings all day"

Chanyeol nodded and pressed a kiss on his Appa's cheeks. "Well I have some news"

Suho raised a perfect brow and urged his son to continue. Chanyeol took the hint and drew a deep breath not really knowing how to break the news of his mate to him.

"Is this what I think it is?" Suho gasped, grabbing Chanyeol's hand and holding the inked arm up for him to see. "Your mate mark is by marking your bodies by pen or marker ink am I right? Oh Chanyeol please tell me I'm right"

Chanyeol smiled warmly down at his Appa before nodding, the tip of his ears blushing red in embarrassment. "You caught me" he chuckled.

"And has he replied back?"

"Appa, I only wrote beautiful what else am I supposed to do?"

"Clean the ink off and send him another message!"

Chanyeol was frozen for a second, his mind ticking away, Suho was almost certain he could see the gears turning in his son's mind. A peck met his forehead in reply before he was greeted with empty air.

Suho chuckled and wished his son luck with finding his mate.

~ Byun Baekhyun ~

"What are you doing stop!" Baekhyun yelled, his back aching against the cold tile floor of the school hallway.

Classes had just started up again after a small break and Baekhyun's plan of escaping didn't go as planned. Wonho's friends had taken it upon themselves to get revenge for the 3 day suspension period the principal had given him.

"Look here Key he likes drawing on his arms" an ash grey haired guy smirked pulling Baekhyun's shirt sleeve down to see the image more clearer.

"Maybe we should add a few details, what do you think?" Key chuckled pulling a marker from his backpack.

Baekhyun started fighting against the restraints that held him down. But like before his body gave out too quickly and he grew tired forcing the attempt to escape to halt.

He felt the familiar feeling of the cold ink brush onto his skin, more than likely ruining his drawing.

The sound of oncoming footsteps forced the boys to pull away, yet before they could run they were pulled off of Baekhyun once again and held back, this time by Mr Jung and Ms Choi the teachers that had helped him out earlier.

"My office now" the principal glared at the two students who cursed in reply. With a nod the teachers pulled the students away and towards the office, the principal bending down to help the smaller up.

"Mr Byun-"

"I was going to leave but they stopped me, I know it's against school policy-"

"I was just about to come and tell you that you were free to leave, but I just so happened to stumble over these guys"

Baekhyun glanced at the ground in embarrassment before nodding. "How about you take the rest of the week off from school, relax after everything that happened? How would that sound?"

Baekhyun's ears perked at the opportunity to stay in bed for a longer period of time during the mornings. It was only Tuesday meaning that he had the rest of the week off.

"Thank you so much Mr Principal" Baekhyun smiled and bowed a full 90 degrees to show his undying respect for the man before him. 

The principal chuckled and nodded his head "No need to thank me Mr Byun, I will have everything sorted out for you to attend school on Monday next"

Baekhyun nodded and bid forewell to the Principal, who had held out the bag he was forced out of in order to get to the ground quicker.

"I will see you bright and early Monday morning!" He called over his shoulder as he rushed out of the school doors and into the sunshine which seemed alot brighter today than any other time he had seen it.

With a deep breath Baekhyun looked down at his ruined drawing. The stem of the plant had been covered in terrible childish drawings of the male reproduction system.

Baekhyun's cheeks blushed in anger as he quickly pulled the sleeve of his shirt down, trying so desperately to cover the ruined drawing.

He boarded the bus and stepped off at the stop just outside his apartment complex. Rushing inside he rose the evalator all the way up to the fourth floor.

As he pushed the key into his keyhole he glanced over to Yixing's door and smiled sadly, he never got to say goodbye to his teacher. With a slight mental note he promised himself that he would go over and explain to Lay what happened and that he wouldn't be needing a wake up call the following morning.

Knowing that he would forget it later Baekhyun took a pen from his nightstand and brushed the first list of things onto the back of his hand.

He slowly made his way to the kitchen sink and bathed his arm in soap, rubbing the ruined art off. His eyes filled with tears as the word continued to stay no matter how hard he tried to get it off.

With a sigh and a new red abused arm Baekhyun glanced at the back of his hand and grinned.

Warn Yixing.

Grabbing a towel Baekhyun walked over to his bathroom, completely forgetting that he needed clothes too. Grabbing his phone that he didn't use much,he switched to YouTube and began listening to a song that usually brought a smile to his face.

Baekhyun related to the song due to the background he had of growing up in the countryside of Korea. No wonder everyone called him a weirdo and a crazy person, they just didn't understand him. An orphaned kid who grew up alone with foster parents who sent him on his way to Seoul when he was old enough to live on his on. He felt like he needed to impress people but he could never force himself into being something he wasnt.

《 Park Chanyeol 》

Chanyeol inwardly screamed when he felt the tingling sensation attack his arm once again. His gaze fell onto his arms in adoration and curiosity.

"What could he be drawing this time"

What he was met with seemed to turn his stomach. Chanyeol's eyebrows furrowed together as images of dicks both small and large were drawn into his skin. They were rushed and nothing like the plant behind them. Chanyeol felt an uneasy wave of guilt wash over him.

Something didn't feel right.

Almost as quickly as it had started the tingling stopped and Chanyeol's arm was laid to rest. While his brain filled with unanswerable questions Chanyeol's eyes met with those of his Father who was walking down the hallway towards him.

With a roll of his eyes Chanyeol turned onto a new corridor and tried his best to keep his eyes trained to the floor however his Dad was much quicker even for an older guy.

"Chanyeol look at me" he hissed, his fangs coming out in an anger moment.

Chanyeol sighed and pushed past him, cutting down the hallway leading to his room.

"I told you an order you better fulfil it!" Kris yelled slamming his son up against the wall, his fingers wrapped around his throat.

"Go on" Chanyeol hoarsed out, his throat tightening under the pressure. "Take my head off please, I can't stand to live under your name anymore"

Kris' yellow eyes dissolved and returned back to their dark brown. The grip on Chanyeols neck loosened before he allowed the limb to fall to his side.

Chanyeol pushed the man back forcing him to stumble up against the other wall. Kris stared down at his son in pure shock.

Chanyeol's eyes were pure blood red and Kris hadn't seen anything like it in the thousands of years he had lived.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me again" he warned staring his father in the eye so he would get the message he was trying to put across to him.

Before he could go overboard Chanyeol pulled back and breathed deeply, his eye closing as he did. Only to open again as he blew the air out of his lungs.

"I'm expecting you to find a mate in the next couple days otherwise I will have no choice but to marry you off to the daughter of one of my board members" Kris stated, his voice still laced with fear.

Chanyeol scoffed shaking his head in return "You can shove that proposal up your ass Dad because there is no way in hell I would go through that marriage willingly. You might as well cut out my heart now, if you think I'm going to do that"

Kris sighed hard, his fingers rubbing against his temples. "Chanyeol I don't have any other way to do this, you need to be mated before you become king"

"Well Dad did you ever stop and think that maybe I dont want to be king? Huh? Maybe I never actually wanted the title, maybe I couldn't care less about what happens to me if you say no. You have never been a role model to me so why should I hope for a job that you made look like a terrible thing since the moment I was born"

Kris was silent, tongue tied with his son's honesty. Chanyeol looked at him pathetically before pushing him aside using his shoulder. He didn't even stop to talk to a worried Kai. The only thing on his mind was finding his mate and by god was he going to do it sooner rather than later.

"Just so you know, that little drawing on your arm was cute and all but do you really think you can find him before I find you a bride?" Kris' voice played in his mind. Chanyeol immediately shit the King from his mind and blocked him from entering ever again.

"I'll find him" he nodded entering his bedroom "Its Tuesday, I won't give up just yet Father".