Drama Kisses ( Aren’t Real ) // Mark Lee
1st Post from Admin Forest ♡
“It’s totally fate!” Your over excited best friend exclaimed for the 5th time.
You rolled your eyes as you retrieved your books from your locker, then shut the door with a slam and looked at her; “I’ve already told you, it’s just a stage kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.” You explained, but she didn’t even bat an eyelash.
“Yea, you say that, but I know in your heart that you WANT it to mean something.” She pressed on, giving you a wink.
You ignored the pink hue that had tinted your cheeks. and started trudging to the next class you had.Just like always, your friend was right.
Drama, and acting were your passion. You loved to take on different roles, each more exciting or thrilling than the last.
And coincidentally, so did your not-so-little crush, Mark Lee.
He wasn’t the most popular guy in school, no he was that guy’s best friend. Popular nonetheless, just not as much.
He had a very calming aura that could make even the tensest person relax, and it drew people to him, including you.
You both had been in the same drama class since freshman year, and had been in a fair amount of plays, and musicals together.
However, in those shows, there had never been a time where you both had the two leading male and female roles.
This time it was different. Your school was putting on a production of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
It was one of your all time favorites, and you just knew that you wanted to be Juliet.
You had put your heart, and soul into the audition, impressing your teacher, and causing fury, and jealously to bubble in the stomachs of the other girls auditioning.
After your performance, you stepped down from the stage, and went back to the dressing rooms to collect your bag and some books. When you stepped out, a voice startled you.
“You were amazing up there, I could feel your passion.” Mark said, leaning against the wall, with his hands lazily shoved in the pockets of his worn out ripped jeans.
He offered you a shy smiled, which you returned. “Thanks, I just hope it was good enough to land me the part.” You replied, a light blush grazing your cheeks as Mark began to walk with you, making your heart pound.
“If you don’t get it, I’ll smack the teacher myself. You really deserve it.” He grinned playfully.
A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you looked down bashfully at the floor. “Thank you, again. It really means a lot to me.” You said quietly.
Mark stopped outside of the boys dressing room. “No problem, and who knows, maybe I’ll be your Romeo.” He said slyly, before entering the room, letting the door shut behind him.
If you had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to the deep tomato color you were at that moment.
As fate works in wonderful ways, you did end up receiving the role of Juliet. And seeing as how the universe likes to mess with people’s lives, Mark had been given the part of Romeo.
All the girls had given you dirty looks the moment the cast list was posted, but you brushed them off.
With your best friend by your side, you nervously scanned the list for your name.
Y/N L/N – Juliet
Your friend squealed, and crushed you in a hug. You were beyond happy of course, but something threw you off. It was the name below yours.
Mark Lee – Romeo
All of a sudden, Mark was beside you, running his eyes down the list with his posse behind him.
Once he saw his name, he grinned widely and turned to his friends.
“I got the part!” He yelled, excitement twinkling is his eyes. His best friend, Donghyuck, fist bumped him and looked at the list himself while the rest of their group congratulated him.
“Oh lookie here! Mark gets to lock lips with Y/N!” He smirked at you, and Mark shoved him.
“Shut up man, leave her alone.” He said quietly as he dragged the younger boy to the door, flashing you an apologetic smile before exiting the room with the others following.
Your best friend nudged your ribs. “Funny how the world works huh? C'mon, let’s go celebrate.” She said, and you allowed her to pull you to the exit.
When the day of the play finally arrived, you were more nervous than you ever had been for a show.
Rehearsals were more calm, but this time, it was for real.
Meaning, you and Mark would actually kiss.
During practice, your lips never touched, just hovered because the director said it was “bad luck”.
Your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t stop your hands from tugging at the collar of the dress you had on.
The theater was already packed full when you peeked from backstage.
You could see your parents, friends, and even your grandparents. A hand grabbing your shoulder snapped you back into reality and you came face to face with the devil himself.
Mark’s face held a steady grin. “Are you ready?” He asked giddily, bouncing on his heels.
All the saliva dried from your tongue, so you found yourself nodding instead of speaking.
“Well, break a leg out there! You’re gonna do great!"His encouraging words made your confidence boost up a bit and you let out the breath you didn’t notice you were holding.
"Thanks, you too.” Was your response.
The lights went down and the blinding spot lights flashed. Taking a deep breath, you gathered as much courage as you could, then walked out.
Soon the play was nearing an end, and the time for the kiss scene was close.
The heart beat in your chest was beating erratically while you desperately tried to hype yourself up in your head.
The feelings of nervousness and excitement were swirling around in the pit of your stomach, making you dizzy.
Mark stepped towards you, and gently cupped your cheeks, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass, the familiar motion bringing back memories from previous rehearsals.
Almost like he could sense the anxious vibes radiating off your body, Mark flashed a quick smile, before leaning towards you.
Your hands rested on his shoulders, and you prayed that you weren’t squeezing them in a death grip.
After what felt like years but was only seconds, your lips finally came in contact with Mark’s.
They were plush, soft, and tasted faintly of his vanilla chapstick.
You willed all those shaky feelings from your mind, and really put all your passion into the kiss.
Mark felt like he was floating, not knowing you felt the same.
He almost forgot that you both were just acting, and slowly pulled away, savoring every last second.
As the scene came to an end, and loud applause erupted from the audience, he knew he wouldn’t forget the taste of your strawberry lip gloss.
Backstage was less hectic and busy than before the show, but all the actors and actresses were buzzing in happiness. “Good job all of you! That was spectacular!” The director said, causing the cast to cheer for all their hardwork.
Mark was looking around until he finally spotted you, changed into your casual clothes while talking to your best friend.
He walked over in a rush, just as your friend had gone. “Uh…h-hey.” He stuttered out, mentally slapping himself.
Lucky for him, you smiled and sat up straighter. “Hi.”
Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, he struggled to find his words. “That kiss was…really something. I could feel the emotion.” He complimented, watching as your cheeks flushed.
“Well, that means I’m a good actress right?” You asked playfully.
“Of course! You’re one of the best actresses I’ve ever seen!” Mark said, not realizing what he said until he said it.
His words made your heart flutter and soar even higher in the cloud you felt you were on. Your lips still tingled from the kiss.
“Funny how something that looks real, means nothing.” You let out, looking away.
Mark frowned a bit.
“It meant something to me…” he mumbled shyly.
Your eyes were saucers when you heard him. “Really?!”
He only nodded, clearly embarrassed. “Yea, I mean I’ve only had a crush on you since 9th grade, so…” he explained with a shrug.
Pink dusted over his face and spread to the tips of his ears.
“Well then, why don’t we hang out sometimes. Maybe we can practice some lines together?” You suggested, a bright grin glued onto your face.
He met your eyes and nodded eagerly. “Y-Yea that sounds great!”
“And to think I was so nervous about a kiss…” you thought to yourself
After all, who said drama kisses mean nothing?