𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ― mark lee

014 ⇵ you should stay away

( ⛅️ )

❛ i can already tell we're going
to be such good friends. ❜

—

"wait for me, okay? i'll be done in an hour." mark said nudging miyong's shoulder, as she nodded back in return.

it was tuesday again, and tuesday was practice day.

usually, miyong walked home alone on practice day, but today mark had asked her to stay behind and wait for him so the two could walk home together, and possibly stop by the local bubble tea shop that they both loved.

miyong decided to wait outside the gym, as she was too afraid of stepping inside and having to sit alone in the bleachers while cheerleaders gossiped next to her about which guy in the basketball team they would try to hit on next.

going inside was social suicide — and miyong did not want to have to deal with that.

sitting down on the ground right outside of the gym doors, miyong popped her airpods into her ears and hit shuffle on her favourite spotify playlist. the melodies of the song that played brought a smile to her face as she pulled out her journal and began doodling all sorts of things over the page of paper.

she mindlessly drew little shapes, pictures, and sketches, filling the page quickly.

drawing was her safe space — it was basically free therapy, especially when she drew the things she loved.

and before she knew it, miyong had started sketching a portrait of her very best friend.

everyone knew mark lee was a sight to see; his defined jawline, bright eyes, and healing smile were something you just couldn't miss.

she easily sketched out the shape of his face and slowly began adding in his features with detail.

not many people knew this, but miyong was an amazing artist. she wasn't excelling in all her classes at school, but she was for sure acing her art studio course with flying colours. she was definitely a creative learner. she would choose arts courses such as english and theatre over technical ones like science and math any day.

the sound of squeaking shoes skidding across the gym floor could be heard from where she was sitting. yells and cheers from the players echoed across the gym walls. the endless rhythm of the dribbling basketballs somehow seemed to sync with the music playing in miyong's ears.

she wondered to herself why she'd never been to one of mark's practices before. she found it oddly soothing to listen to all the ruckus while finding peace in her mind through it all.

miyong smiled to herself as she added some final touches to mark's portrait. raising it up in the light to admire before gently closing her journal. she decided to get up and stretch before her legs began to cramp.

deciding to leave the gym area and take a quick bathroom break, miyong slung her bag over her shoulder and walked down the quiet after-school hallways of seoul high. it had been a while since she had walked these typically noisy halls alone in solitude, as she usually never stayed after school on a normal occasion.

as she exited the bathroom after doing her business, without watching where she was going, miyong carelessly bumped straight into someone who was on their way in.

"oh sh— i'm so sorry—"

lifting her head to apologize, miyong was left speechless when she met the eyes on the one and only, seong hyejin.