In a world where the name of your soulmate burns on your skin on the night of your 18th birthday, Minseok wanted nothing but to feel the blinding pain everyone around him had described to be nothing short of something continuously stabbing your chest with a hot searing knife. It wasn't like he was craving the pain, no. He's no masochist. What he wanted was to know that somewhere, someone on Earth was destined to be his and his alone. He wanted to look in the mirror and see a name engraved on his chest like it had always meant to be written there for everyone to see. His 18th birthday came and go, but there wasn't the smallest hint of pain on his chest. No trace of even a single of someone's name on his pale chest. There was nothing.