DREAMLINQUENT TRILOGY #1: RENEW

03

Hana sauntered inside the bronze-painted classroom, her eyes wandering through the lack of students on the inclined seats.

This class seemed quiet, minding over one's respect to sit peacefully. The newcomer chose to settle on the far right. The spot is less susceptible to the curse of the air conditioner, and Hana can just thank that no one is sitting there; she doesn't like colds anyway.

System Integration and Architecture Her fifth and last class for the day, and one of her six major subjects. By now, she regretted the decision to take IT when she had a choice to take hospitality management. Moreover, she regretted agreeing to go to a college university.

Hana clicked her tongue, feeling exhausted for only a day and wishing nothing but to bury herself underneath her duvet.

A knock made her flinch and she snapped in the direction, her half-lidded eyes fully opened when she met with the same unfamiliar guy from the morning.

And if she's not mistaken, he's also with them during lunch, but she's just too expensive to mind everything.

"And you are?"

Mark panicked a little under her dark gaze and horrific tone, thoughts riling over on how she manages to make him feel things he didn't want to feel.

Fear.

"Uhh, Mark. Mark Lee."

"Oh..and?"

And? Mark's brows knitted for a moment and brightened in realization.

"Hana, right? That's actually my seat."

Hana's face flushed as she quickly shifted her body to sit straight, not wanting to show the embarrassment of owning an already-owned seat.

"I love this spot, and I came here first."

Mark deeply chuckled, anger rising as his once soft eyes darkened. The fear he momentarily felt with the girl washed away in a blink as he bent over.

Hana leaned away, surprised by his sudden change of mood. She fought with his eyes for dominance, but there's something in him that would make you... weak.

"Oh no angel, what's mine is mine." he lowly said as his tongue grazed his lower lip.

Hana can feel her knees tremble, close to breaking down the intense contact, but she chose to raise her chin up.

"I think I'm stealing then."

Mark flashed an amused smile, heaving a sigh. He placed a hand down on the desk, inching closer to her until his breath fanned the side of her cheek.

He can sense her fast breathing, how she shifted uncomfortably, and how many times she gulped.

The air surrounding them thickened, and Hana clenched her fist.

"When I say it's mine, it's mine. May it be a pen, a bag, or a broken pencil," he paused and ghosted his lip to her earlobe with a smirk, "or a seat."