diana ❁ mark lee

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My manager nudges me, handing me a cup of coffee, I take it, thanking him.

"So the members have all reached?" I ask, taking a sip out of my drink.

He nods, "they arrived yesterday night."

We were on our way to Hong Kong for MAMA. I wasn't able to go with them because I had to shoot for my new drama earlier today, so I had to take a flight a day later. By the time I would reach Hong Kong, it would be 5AM. I have time to take a short nap before I have to get up and start getting ready.

I fish out my phone, hovering over Mark's contact.

After that day, Mark and I didn't talk to each other. That was a week ago, we didn't send any text messages to each other or anything. His members would drop me a text once in a while, but nothing from him.

I purse my lip, sending him a text.

Diana:

I'm in the plane now, going to Hong Kong

I'll see you later.

Love you.

I waited for him to see the message, but there were no updates. I was about to switch off my phone when I notice the change from 'delivered' to 'seen'.

It was basically nothing, but somehow, it made me feel warm.

I turn off my phone, turning to look out the window, trying my best to hide the smile growing on my face.

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My outfit coordinator passes me the dress that I would be wearing for the red carpet later. I enter the fitting room, changing to the red dress. I scanned my reflection through the mirror, adjusting the dress a little.

I couldn't lie, I looked good in the dress.

It was a red sequin dress. It had spaghetti straps over my shoulder but it barely covered my thighs. I was wearing shorts underneath though, so it should be fine. I left the room once I was done.

"You're gonna steal the spotlight," Haneul compliments me.

Haneul was wearing a black sequin dress. It was long sleeved, ending slightly above her knees. She had her long hair recently dyed black, it was curled, resting on her shoulders.

"You look really nice," I smile as I take a seat on the chair while the make-up artists gets started on my make up. They put a red colour lipstick on me, with a neutral glitter eyeshadow.

After they were done with my make up and hair, I stood up from my seat, letting the next member get ready. I sit down next to Junsol who was on her phone, watching our dance practice video.

"Are you nervous?" I ask her.

She turns to look at me with wary eyes, she nods, "so, so, nervous."

I laugh, telling her that she's going to do fine on stage in a few hours.

I fish out my phone, checking for notifications, specifically for Mark's. I sigh when I don't see anything new from him.

We have a performance in less than 6 hours, I don't know how I'm going to able to go through it with the tension between us.

I missed him. A week without him felt light a nightmare. I could barely close my eyes at night, because I would spend every second thinking how my boyfriend is doing.