Anon, I don’t know who you are (duh), but this was a brilliant one and I totally fell in love with it. Thank you. <3
23. Things you said when we first met; Mark
You and Mark had never officially met. Which you found kind
of hard to believe, since you had three classes together; but you were never
paired of for projects, or anything like that. He was just the boy who sat in
front of you, the one that was tall enough to block your view of the board and
you often found yourself staring at the back of his head in slight frustration.
But as the semester continued on, you began to pay more
attention to Mark, for no reason in particular except for the fact that
whenever he would talk to his friends in the hallway or the lunch room or
outside, he would look at you, and then his friend would look at you, and for
some reason it made you a little bit uncomfortable.
The anxious sense of uncomfortableness ceased the moment you
overheard a conversation Mark was having with his friend who you had come to
known by the name of Jaebum as you walked down the hall to your class. They
were standing outside and chatting with each other when you overheard the tail
end of their conversation.
“You’re never going to know if you don’t ask. Nothing ever
happens if you don’t try,” Jaebum commented to Mark who was slumped against the
wall. When you appeared out from behind Jaebum, Mark’s eyes shot to you and
when Jaebum tried to speak, he stood and elbowed the male in the side. You were
sure they were talking about you. Well, you weren’t sure, but you had a pretty
Jaebum glanced to you, too, and gave you a peculiar grin,
which only further confirmed your thoughts. Regardless, you tried to brush it
off—what could they possibly even be talking about concerning you anyway? You
didn’t even know Mark; you’d never officially met or introduced yourselves to
one another. You were typical college students who would rather leave well
enough alone and just not even bother talking.
But the thoughts wouldn’t leave your head during class no
matter how many times you tried. It may have been because Mark took his usual
seat in front of you, so you had a constant reminder of what had gone on. And
was it you, or was Mark wearing a little more fragrance today than usual?
Whatever it was, whenever it wafted around you and into your lungs, you had to
blink hard to bring yourself back to reality.
In fact, class was over much sooner than you had
anticipated, and you were thoroughly disappointed in yourself when you looked
down to witness nothing but unintelligible scribbles across your notebook which
could never be mistaken for actual notes. Shaking your head, unable to understand
what was going on with you, you packed up your notebook, stuffing it into your
backpack to leave the class room.
Your name rang through the air—a voice you barely recognized
and the only reason for that was because Mark often answered questions in
class. You turned around to look at him as he caught up to you; his bag flung
over one shoulder. You weren’t surprised he knew your name, but it still took
you slightly aback.
“Hi,” he smiled—and it was dazzling.
“Hi,” you replied shyly.
“I know we’ve never really officially met. I’m Mark, and… I
don’t want to sound creepy,” he started, his gaze falling away from you to
scratch nervously the back of his neck, “but I was wondering if we could talk
about the project over a cup of coffee or tea or a small meal or something. I’m
kind of having difficulties with coming up with ideas and—”
“It looks like that’s not the only thing you’re having
difficulties with,” you laughed, teasing him but my god was he perfect. You’d
never really paid too much attention to him, but now that he was in front of you,
talking to you, you were realizing just how gorgeous he was.
“Ah, yeah,” he blushed. “Don’t feel obligated to help me. I
was just wondering if you would be willing—”
“Pick me up after three?”
His eyes lit up as they looked back to you. He nodded his
head, his mouth opened slightly to say words but the only thing that came out
was, “Y-yeah. Yeah.” That dazzling smile was back even as you turned away. You couldn’t
see it, but Mark sighed in relief and happiness as he fell back into the very
ready arms of Jaebum. Progress was progress.