Do I Really Know You? | A NCT short Story✅️

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A/N: Thanks so much for choosing my story to read it 💚
This is the first short story I write about NCT :)
A friend of mine needed a story for her college assignments and I helped her, that's how this story was born! Thought it would be nice to complete it and share it here. Enjoy your reading and don't forget to vote if you like it.
Excuse any grammar mistakes please as English is not my first language📚

Thank you for reading my note!
Sincerely yours: Lau

The thickness of the air, maybe the heat of the summer, the sun shining bright and doing its best to keep the weather warm, whatever it was the reason, but going outside was becoming a struggle.

A daily battle for me, Y/n, who had no will to win but to not die at least.

I knew that majoring in literature was not going to be easy, but was not expecting it to be this hard, specially when it comes to relationships. People here are looking to create friendships but, why do they even try? Half of the students in this classroom could not care less about other person's feelings, they are just worrying about their grades and surviving in this world.

I sound negative when talking about college and people, but I have what they call a "villain origin story", of course I am not a villain, but the trust and faith I had in humankind vanished after getting bretayed by my ex-boyfriend Jaehyun. Long story short, he stole one of my essays, to be more exact, the one I wrote for the annual contest of writing held by my college, he won and I never had a chance to prove his fraud. When I come to think about it, the truth is that I felt used and stupid and that did not allow me to be brave and try to stop him, my heart was so broken, he was my first boyfriend ever, and I trusted him with my purest feelings.

I was hard on myself for not being professional and put my feelings aside, but sometimes it is easier saying it that doing it. A part of me did not want to cause more drama, a part of me did not want to be remembered as the girl whose boyfriend used her to steal an essay for a contest, not to mention that I always talked about him as if he was the most amazing boyfriend ever and even defended him from people who criticized him for always relaying on me for homeworks, guess I was blind by that time.

Anyways, is almost impossible to think that I will trust any guy again.

After that "small" incident, I never let my guard down and as a consequence, this last year has been lonely and quiet for me, just Y/n minding her business, surviving semester by semester and talking only the necessary to the people.

I was heading outside of the classroom after a long lecture that seemed as if it was never going to end and went to my locker to put my books inside so that I could go to the cafeteria to have lunch afterwards. The weather was really something, I was using my shorts and a light cloth blouse along with my favorite sneakers, but I still felt hot.

After I opened the locker a yellow sticky note fell from it, I put the books in the locker and bent down to pick it up, not used to receive these types of notes, I start reading it with confussion clearly showing in my face.

" Why is it so hard for you to notice me?
My existence must be a joke to you.
Still you keep looking more stunning every day and I get more invisible to your eyes.
P.S: That blouse looks incredible on you, white is your color.

Sincerely yours: Your secret lover"

After reading that, I got goosebumps and had shivers going down my spine. Was this person trying to be romantic? They were definitely failing, that beginning of the note sounded scary and the fact that they knew what blouse I was using, showed how much of a creep they were to be observing me, but maybe it was a sick student in the campus trying to make some kind of challenge or joke to a quiet student like me, oh, how much fun they should be having by even thinking about this plan. I looked around to scan my surroundings but no one seemed suspicious, the hall was crowded with busy students and teachers coming and going with books in their hands and bags hanging in their shoulders.

Even though it may be for a joke or something I somehow was feeling uneasy. I went to the cafeteria and found an empty table beside the window, that was the best spot for me, because usually the table is left alone as sun comes through it and people avoid it, they just don't know that if you sit in the right spot located at the right angle, you won't get the sunlight in your face but instead you will be able to see the view of outside the cafeteria.

Suddenly someone with a strong wooden cologne took the empty seat in front of me, smiling softly while placing their lunch tray in the table quietly. Was this the person who wrote the yellow note? Maybe they were here after sending the note to complete their challenge or finish their joke, but hey, I was already aware, anyways this person could be the last one to cross my mind though. Btw, did they not mind that the seat was hot because sunlight has been hitting it for the past hours?

Mark could not be that person, or maybe I was choosing to be naïve just because of his cute face. He was one of the top students and was widely known in the campus for being kind, he tutored junior students and they loved him.

He started eating his lunch in front of me smiling occasionally, as if we were close friends, which was not the case, he seemed like he had something to say but was reluctant to speak, so I broke the silence "what do you want to say?" I asked looking at him straight in the eye, I was not planning to be mean, but at the same time I was planing to be mean, if he sent the yellow note he was definitely not worth my kindness. He almost choked on his food, "we don't even talk and we aren't friends, so I'm curious about the real reasons for you to be seating in front of me," I continued and Mark gulped smiling at me again.

"I saw that you are always eating alone and felt the need to make you company today," he explained but did not seem fully convinced of his words. "I eat by myself because I like to eat without talking to anyone so I'm fine, you don't need to make me company or whatsoever," I said coldly meanwhile taking a sip of my coke and shrugging my shoulders. Mark seemed taken aback by my response and lightly chuckled, "I'm sorry, in reality I think you are cute and wanted to get closer to you" he said, his answer was not wat I was expecting, "so you are the person who wrote that scary sticky note?" I asked him but he frowned while looking at his food, "what note?," he asked seeming genuinely confused but maybe he was faking it.