I looked up at my hyung sitting silently stirring the iced drink silently. He stared down at his drink, avoiding all eye contact with me. I didn't blame him. I had just told my best friend I wasn't from his planet. I wouldn't want to look at me either. He finally looks up at me, with the usual poker face he had. His eyes connecting to mine and I saw his hands grip his cup tightly. "So, what are you?" He asked, still emotionless as ever. "I'm what's called an Exotic. I'm a warrior from Exoplanet." I answered, watching his curious eyes scan mine for truths. "And you're on earth why?" He his thick bottom lip, like he usually did. "Mama sent six of us to Earth to find our counterparts." I answered simply. "So if you do meet your counterpart, what happens?" He leans in slightly, resting his elbows against the table. "We print on them. I'm not sure on how it works exactly, but I know it's something like Earth love." I answer honestly. He leaned back and raised a curious eyebrow. 

      "Is there anyway to tell Exotics from humans?" I stand up and lift my shirt slightly to reveal the marked skin on my hipbone. My hyung moved over to me and ran his fingers lightly over the scarred bulging skin. "Is this branded? Does it hurt?" He looked up, generally concerned. "I'm not sure. All I really know is that I was born from the whirlwinds of my home, thus the pattern on my skin. For the number, I know I'm the last member." I let my shirt drop to its original positi