MISTER LEE

Twenty one

"Why did you even name the plushie Mork?" Mister Lee whispers in my ears.

I move away from his shoulders to face him. I grab Mochi and made it face him.

"This one is Mochi," I grab the dog. "This one is Cassie."

"What does Mork look like?"

"He is a lion plushie. He looks like you so I named him Mork so I could punch it whenever I think of you." I groan.

He furrows his eyebrows as his hands fall from my waist to my hips.

"Both of these are loved and Mork gets punched?" He frowns. "Where's the equality?"

I giggle and hug him together with Mochi and Cassie. He whimpers but his hand is slowly threading my hair.

"Where did you... uh, go?" He asks while clearing his throat. I think he's shy.

Nonetheless I jump on his lap excitedly and acted as if I am holding a gun.

"We went to the arcades!" I giggle. "And Lucas... pew, pew, pew, gone!"

His mouth twitched, stopping from breaking himself into a smile. I point my fingers at him.

"Pew!" I shot him. "Lucas did it like this. He was so good! He won every level and he gave me every prizes he won!"

"Really? You were busy playing that's why you didn't answer my calls?"

"I left my phone at your office. It was probably on silent because I was studying." I huff.

He rolls his eyes. "I could buy you new Mork."

"No!" I snort. "That has... sentimental value. You can't bring it back anymore!"

"Because it was from Lucas?" He groans.

I nod.

"Get out." He hisses.

"Why?" I tilt my head.

"So we could go home. What else?" He snorts.

I stop him by hugging his nape. "Are you still mad at me?"

He looks at me. I stare right into his eyes and never failed to notice how it glimmered under me. I don't want to expect something from it so I avert my gaze.

"I'm sorry."

He sighs. "It's okay now Donghyuck. Let's just go home so you could prepare for your exams tomorrow."

"I'm sorry Mork."

"What?"

"I'm sorry for Mork because I left him."

"And why are you saying that to me?" He huffs in my shoulders.

"Because you are Mork. Mark and Mork is one."

He laughs. "Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Being so cute."

I groan and remove myself from him. He faces me, lifted my chin and brushed some hair off my face before slowly engulfing my lips with his. I hold his wrist that's tugging my chin before kissing back until his hands travelled to my cheeks.

I close my eyes and feel his lips move on mine. I love this — being with him and him kissing me like this. I don't worry about things like what if someone sees us or notices that something is going on between us. I can't. All I could feel is him.

And as much as possible I don't want to feel this. It's risky to like him. I'll get hurt at the end of the day and I don't want that. I'm way too broken from my mother's death and my father's abuse already. I don't need someone else to break me again.