Seonghwa's pov

  I stood outside of the venue with my best friend, Jay, quite excitedly. This was my first Ateez concert, and their third.

  I was always too busy studying to go with them, but they always made sure to send me everything they recorded and snapped pictures of afterwards.

  "How are you feeling, Hwa?" Jay asked, just as excitedly as me. I grinned and was almost jumping in my spot.

   "I'm so excited! Thank you for getting us barricade seats!" I hugged them closely, making Jay groan but laugh happily.

  "Hwa, you're suffocating me!" They said.

  "It's not my fault you're short!" I snorted and let go of my best friend. Jay glared at me and lightly punched my arm.

  "I'm not that short! You're just a friggen tree and you're wearing platform boots!" Jay huffed. I let them go, immediately making them pull out their phone to check their hair and makeup.

  "You're lucky I'm wearing a lip tint instead of lipstick this time..." they grumbled.

  "I'm sorry, Jay! I'm just really excited!"

   "Come on, loser, it's our turn," Jay responded and pulled me along to get our tickets checked. We were allowed inside and quickly found our seats.

   "They're not even out here yet and you look starstruck," Jay teased and sat down.

  "Well excuse me for being excited to see my favorite group perform! You'd be the same way over NCT 127!" I scoffed. Jay nodded in understanding before the lights went out in the venue.

  I sat down beside them and pulled out my phone to record or take pictures of the performance.

  I snapped a few pictures on my phone as 'Don't Stop' began to play. The seven members of Ateez came on stage and began to walk the stage borders as they sang and rapped.

  Yeosang knelt at the stage in front of me during one of his lines. He looked into my eyes before both of us began to grimace in pain but were unable to look away from one another.

One of the colored images from my rainbow of soul marks on my back began to feel like it was burning. The pain soon became too much for me to handle, and my vision faded.

Third pov

"Hwa, look he's- shit!" Jay screamed as they caught their best friend before he could hit the ground. The crowd around Seonghwa and Jay began to part a bit more as more screaming ensued.

Jay looked up from their best friend to see Yeosang had also passed out on stage. The other members crowded around Yeosang as Hongjoong began to speak into his mic.

"Atiny, are you all okay? Who passed out?" He questioned. The crowd that had parted made more noise to gain his attention.

Emts came into the crowd and onto the stage. Jay was hesitant to let them take Seonghwa from them.

"Don't take him to a hospital! He hates hospitals!" Jay exclaimed. The Emts managed to separate the two friends and put Seonghwa on a stretcher.

"He has a DNR card! And a note from his doctor not to take him into a hospital under any circumstances! Check his wallet!" Jay tried to tug themself away from the emt holding onto their arms.

The two Emts working on checking Seonghwa's vitals retrieved his wallet and began looking inside. They found the card and the signed note and glanced at each other, a bit confused as to what they could legally do for Seonghwa.

"Ateez want you to bring him into the back room," a security guard stepped into the group of people and spoke to the working Emts.

"He's not going anywhere without me. If he wakes up someplace he doesn't know, he'll have a panic attack!" Jay finally tore free of the tired Emt and rushed to their best friend.

"Come on, dumbass, wake up!" They exclaimed, lightly slapping at his cheeks. They sighed and began to tickle at Seonghwa's sides.

"Bitch if you don't stop..." Seonghwa groaned and swatted his hands at Jay.

"It's not my fault you decided today's the day to meet one of your seven soulmates!" Jay snorted. Seonghwa pushed himself to sit upright on the stretcher.

"Which one was it?" He asked. Jay tugged down the collar of Seonghwa's shirt to check his back.

"The red Moon. It says 'Kang Yeosang' beside it now."

"If you're lying to me-"

"I'm not lying to you, stupid! Look around you! Ateez went backstage because Yeosang passed out!" Jay exclaimed.

"If you're done arguing, Ateez want you backstage," the security guard from before said. Seonghwa nodded his head and got off of the stretcher onto weak legs.

Jay wrapped an arm around his waist as Seonghwa began to stumble a bit. Seonghwa put his arm around their shoulder and the pair followed behind the security guard.

Just as the pair made it inside the dressing room, Seonghwa fainted again into Jay's embrace. Wooyoung sat down on the ground and held his head in his hands as his head began to ache sharply.

"If you don't stop looking at him I'll make sure you never see anyone again! You'll kill him!" Jay shouted and eased Seonghwa onto a couch. Once Seonghwa was laying down, Jay turned to face the six standing members of Ateez.

"How many of you lot have a pink star?" Jay questioned. When no one responded, Jay stepped a bit closer to the group.

"Two of you clearly do, but Seonghwa has seven soul marks apart from his own. How many of you have a pink star?"

"All of us do," Mingi mumbled. Jay seemed unconvinced by his answer.

"What are your marks?" Jay asked.

"Why would we tell you? We're his soulmates, not yours!" Jongho exclaimed.

"Because I know every mark and color Hwa has on his back, and, just in case you haven't noticed, he's unconscious! Again! In a single hour, my best friend has passed out twice!

"The least you could fucking do is make sure I know he'll be in good hands if he wants to see you again! I won't ask you again; what are your marks and colors?" Jay demanded.

"I have an indigo music note, Mingi has an orange cloud, Yeosang has a red full moon, Wooyoung has a violet flower petal, Yunho has a yellow sun, San has a green diamond, and Jongho has a blue wave," Hongjoong spoke up.

Jay fixated a glare on their face as they looked at them all.

"If I find out any of those are not on you, I will let Seonghwa know of it. He hates liars incredibly deeply." Jay opened Seonghwa's small handbag to pull out a napkin and a sharpie.

"This is my number. Have Yeosang call me when he awakens, and send pictures of Seonghwa's star on yourselves. I'm taking Hwa home now," Jay said after handing the rapper their number.

"Miss, who are you to dictate his life?"

"First, do not call me "Miss." I am non-binary if you couldn't see my face paint." Jay motioned towards their paint of the non-binary flag on their right cheek.

"Second, I have been Hwa's best friend since we were in diapers. I know him like the back of my hand, and I know that he will prefer to wake up in his own bed at home rather than this dingy couch.

"If I do not receive a call nor the images within three days, we will assume you do not care enough to know him. Understood?"

"Understood."

Jay lifted Seonghwa into their arms and left the venue. They placed him into the passenger seat and buckled him in before doing so for themself in the driver side.

"What am I gonna do with you, asshat?" Jay mumbled and started to drive back to their shared apartment.

The shorter person carried the taller into their apartment and laid him on his bed.

Jay unzipped Seonghwa's platform combat boots and put them down beside the bed. Jay went into their shared bathroom and collected Seonghwa's skincare routine and makeup remover.

They carefully removed all of his makeup and did his skincare for him before laying a spare blanket over Seonghwa.

"Sleep well, Hwa," they whispered before they flicked off the bedroom ceiling light and turned on the night light by the door.

Finally making it into their own room, Jay removed their concert outfit and shoes before collecting their sleepwear. They grabbed a few towels and walked into the bathroom to shower.

As Jay began their skincare after their shower, their phone began to vibrate on the sink counter.

"Hello?" They groaned and continued with their skincare once they turned on speaker mode.

"Hi, uhm, this is Kang Yeosang. I was told to call this number about our soulmate?"

"And what is their name and soul mark?"

"Park Seonghwa with a pink star."

"Show me."

"What...?"

"Send me a picture of his name and star on yourself and the other six who claimed the same."

"Okay..."

Jay's phone buzzed seven more times in a row, making them dry their hands on a hand towel and check the images.

They inspected the images closely before uploading them into google search to make sure they weren't stolen nor edited.

"Seonghwa is in his room unconscious right now, but I will let him know you called."

"Thank you."

"Mhm." Jay hung up the call and stared at themself in the mirror above the sink.

'Get ahold of yourself! They're just people, Jay.' Jay thought to themself before sighing and finishing their nightly routine.