I was living in an alternate world where once marked, the iris would change to deep red and the first to fall in love was you. Unfortunately, I found myself in this unsightly predicament and on top of that, with no memory of who had marked me and the reason behind their act.

I was marked when drunk and the person that marked me remains unknown to date. My bet is they were probably living a life of promiscuity after all, who goes on marking another then does not take responsibility of their mark?

Moreover, being marked was just the tip of the iceberg since my marking was considered incomplete, having imprinted on a total stranger...

I wonder to date what they saw in my imprint.

Was it displeasing or perhaps too mysterious...? Maybe they had a view my boring life and didn't want to partake in being one with a pensive individual like myself... Or perhaps, I was just overthinking everything and all of this was an accident.

Honestly, I do not know how to feel or whom to direct my rage to. I find myself completely lost, as if someone has misdirected me to a very dark unfamiliar path filled with wild noise yet here I am, standing in false courage, ready to find out the reason behind my rescue and marking.

Will it revive my mood to it's former self, or simply just make it much worse? Was searching for the truth going to benefit me in any kind of way? Was it worth it? I wonder.

In truth, am just a college student that enjoyed living a life of minding my own business, an individual who would find fulfillment in solitude therefore, why did it have to be me? Who chose me for the attack and why? I never did anybody any harm in fact, I was very much aware of exactly how others perceived me as a person and the names they called me. More importantly, why in the world did I agree to partake in social events I promised myself never to be part of? Here I am now, I was facing the consequences of it all by myself.

As if that were not enough, the only person I ever liked and loved would never glance my way, not in this lifetime or the next especially after my new status. Who would want a marked lover who had no knowledge of whomever put them in such a predicament. Additionally, this long time crush of mine is dating my dear sister and we all share the same room.

I have learned my lesson before multiple times, starting a new relationship, living that dating experience then finally breaking up. All of these things always seem to end exactly in the same manner and those that practiced monogamy like myself often would end up getting hurt. This fact was proven well by my rescuer, the person I hated most in this world and they equally despised me just as much.

Never will I ever love again.

Yeon's POV

It was at a collage party the night my world came crumbling down. I should have sensed things were a miss but my sister, as usual insisted I tag along and like a fool, I followed suit.

Thank goodness Niel, her boyfriend, wasn't around.

"Don't you think people will notice you graduated from college long ago the more you keep blurting about life after graduating? What if they start asking me who you are?"

"You worry too much Yeon. I obviously look much younger than you so take care of me." Mijin said smiling while holding onto her chubby cheeks. She was clearly trying to act all cute just so she would tag along because she was bored.

"You better not play matchmaker with me this time. I've already had enough heartbreaks as it is and clearly, we do not share the same taste."

"Will you stop complaining Yeon! Niel also thinks the girl is cute too.."

"You told him? Mijin, I already told you I have someone I like already...besides, I'll be meeting them after the party that's why I told you not to mix my cocktails with a lot of vodka!" I lied.

"Oh who cares! You're in your final year and your eyes are still as dark as night. Aren't you worried they'll keep remaining like that?"

Mijin had been right. I was worried about the lack of change in my eye color. Most of the time, it would have already turned grey or a lighter shade if I'd been closer to meeting my fated mate but nothing changed despite me dating a couple of times. Maybe my fated mate wasn't born yet, neither were they alive... Who knows?

As I glanced back to my sister, I was confronted by an empty chair next to me. She'd abandoned me and was off to fool around again with someone else. How is it that she had everything I wanted and took it for granted? Why is Mijin always flirting around with other guys when Niel loved her? If she was going to treat him like this whenever he was away, then she should have just given him to me completely.

I'm lonely...and disgusted by my jealousy.

"Damn it, I drank too much..."

"I'll get you some water." A voice said behind me and as I turned to look back, I was met with one of the most famous basketball players in school. Why was he talking to me? All I could pay attention to was how strikingly handsome he was.

"You're not a girl sent by Mijin are you?

"Who?" The guy seemed confused obviously. Why would I ask him if he was a girl...I'd better leave and go find Mijin. Sitting by the bar alone just attracted unwanted crowds...especially hot sexy guys like the famous and most awarded player in college.

I almost stumbled down before he grabbed onto me, pulling me back to my chair and insisted I don't move away. What had Mijin put in my drink that made me more than tipsy? And why was this guy starting to look like Niel? There was no way it was Niel... I needed to stop drinking... I should drink some water before I end up doing something stupid.

"Here...I believe someone may have spiked your drink." The guy said as he handed me a plastic cup with a clear liquid inside and as I gulped it down, I was glad it tasted like water.

The last thing I remembered of that night is being dragged on the floor. I kept on asking the figures around me where they were taking me but they didn't respond. There had been a lot of noise that gave me a migraine and I wished everyone would just shut up. However, when I opened my eyes, I was back home, in my bed as Mijin and Niel looked down at me.

First, there had been a look of shock on both their faces before Niel asked what had happened to me.

Sitting up, I felt a terrible hangover then remembered the last memory I had had of being dragged o the floor. "The party... Mijin, you disappeared..."

"I had gone to the bathroom but when I came back you were gone. You were found lying on the street unconscious...but before anything else, you should look at yourself in the mirror little brother."

The shocked looked on both their faces worried me enough to make me jump out of bed to the bathroom.

"Oh my word! My eyes!"

There had to be someone responsible for this. Screaming at Niel and Mijin didn't help much. Damn it! I had to move out!

Wait... Why would I move out? It was my apartment! They needed to move out! I was done with their twisted open relationship!

Why couldn't people just be honest with each other? If Mijin didn't love Niel, why was she with him and still trying out other guys? Not to mention Niel knew everything but still claimed to love Mijin...! Their situationship was exasperating to think about!

Blasting the door open, I stormed into the practice arena and spotted my culprit. I could care less how many people thought how cool he was but I needed to know if he was the one who had marked me a week ago.

"You! Out! Now!" I gestured at Stan. I was sure it was him... It had to be him that had marked me. My memory was vague but I remember my thoughts of him, how hot and striking he looked. Wait... Why would I think of him that way when we barely spoke to each other? I knew him from college yes, but I'd never interacted with him personally until a week ago. If it wasn't him that had marked me then I'm sure he knew who did.

"You're not allowed here during practice sessions so come back later and mind your manners while on your way out!" The coach yelled at me then turned to look back at Stan, "How many times has it been this week that people have interrupted..."

"It's because of what happened at the party last week. Don't you know a number of students were drugged?" One of the guys responded.

"Never in my forty year career have I ever witnessed such an atrocity! What kind of rotten, perverted and lazy generation have you brought upon the human race to have done such an abomination?"

"Coach, we din't do anything otherwise we would have been suspended already!" Another colleague of Stan responded...and why was this guy just standing there looking at me blankly? Why was he not saying anything?

"It's your rotten generation regardless! I'm ashamed of being a teacher in this school!" Turning to look back at me, the coach shouted, "Unless you want to join the basketball team, I suggest you get out...and cover your eyes while at it show off! No one cares whether you're freshly marked or not!"

Bowing down, I quickly left the practice hall and ran to the washroom to hide my embarrassment. Did he have to say that out loud for everyone to hear? I'd heard there are ways to make the mark disappear medically but it was too expensive. Niel and Mijin had suggested I wear contact lenses to hide my bright red iris but I didn't want to do that just yet. I wanted that stupid *** Stan to know what he did to me, acting all dumbfounded by the sight of me.

He had ruined my life!