"Next time."

Something we all say to people when we have the sense of complacency that they'd be there next time. 

But then, will there ever be a next time? 

(A/N: Characters will be slowly introduced as the story goes on. Mainly, this is a Mark Tuan (Got7) fanfiction. There will be times wherein I will be referring to Mark by his Chinese name, Yi En, same goes for the fictional character Mia, Fan Mi Ying.)