All started when they met in their agency.

Maybe their destiny made things happen like that or they were just two lucky guys who found his soulmate in a way none expect.

To Jackson, meet strangers was a normal situation since he was fencer and he had to get used at many competitors that gathered in any of the championships he had participated; even if their languages weren’t the same, something that happened frequently.

To Mark, get into a friendship with someone he barely know was hard; nor for him, but for the others because of his tendency to be silent almost the whole day. So many of his classmates thought he was just a weird guy who didn’t care of anyone but him.

Their auditions had been something they didn’t expect to happen; Jackson hadn’t dreamt about being a singer or something like that, but he really liked the idea, even if he had to sacrifice his career; and Mark… when the producers found him, he thought life was giving him a chance, who was him to say no?

But now… the ex-athlete felt lonely because of being a foreigner in a country he hadn’t visited before. Jackson was born in Hong Kong so he could barely communicate with people. Not like being far away from his family wasn’t a problem too.

So the day he met some of the guys that would be training in JYP Entertainment, Jackson couldn’t be himself at all, all wild and y (like he proclaimed himself to be) showing the WANG to the world. Or was like that until he found one of them was a foreigner too.

—Hello —Jackson said in Korean as he made his way to the guy—. I’m Wang Jia Er. But you can call me Jackson.

The stranger looked at him a little bit blushed, and he just said “Hello” almost in a murmur.

—Hey. Do you speak English?

And the other’s face brightened up in a second.

—Yes.

“What…?”

The Chinese guy was surprised. Why his smile is so cute? Why my cheeks are burning up?

—What’s your name?

—Oh. Mark Yi-Eun Tuan. But just call me Mark —he smiled again.

—Oh! Where are you from?

—USA.

—OH-MY!

Jackson was really amazed he was about to explode! That cutie had come so far…

—Why? You’re not Korean?

—No, no. I’m Chinese, and you?

—Mmm. I’m American but, since my father is from Taipei, I’m Taiwanese too.

—Amazing! —J