Butterfly

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곁에 머물러줄래?
Will you stay by my side?
내게 약속해줄래?
Will you promise me?
손 대면 날아갈까? 부서질까?
Will it fly? or break if I touch it?
겁나, 겁나, 겁나.
Scared, scared, scared.
시간을 멈출래.
Wanna stop time.
이 손간이 지나면
After this moment
없어던 일이 될까? 널 잃을까?
Will it ever happen? Or will I lose you?
겁나, 겁나, 겁나.
Scared, scared, scared.

Jaemin felt that he was being shook awake.

"-min? Hey. Are you okay?" he looked up.

It's the boy again.

"Mark? Oh, sorry. Did I overslept in class? Am I doomed? Sorry." He always do that. Apologizes for nothing, and rambling for no reason.

Maybe he's just nervous around the boy?

Mark chuckled at him for being so panicked at nothing.

"Honestly though? You did. But don't worry, I told the teacher you ain't feeling well, he believed me, and let you sleep on his class." There he goes again. Jaemin really thinks he is a fallen angel. They aren't even close. Why would he do that?

"Really? Thank you so much. I'm fine though." he replied, unconsciously staring at Mark.

Mark cleared his throat when he noticed Jaemin staring.

Jaemin looked down, and chuckled at his own stupidity.

"Sorry." How many sorry's does he have stored in?

"Is that your favorite word? I never heard you talked to me without a sorry." Mark said, slightly chuckling.

Jaemin blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry. AH! I mean, well... Gah! I'm stupid." Jaemin rambled. Really though, he can't seem to stop saying sorry.

He's a nervous wreck in front of him.

Mark sat beside him.

"You're not. I understand you. I was once like that though. You're nervous. Am I right? I tend to say sorry nonstop too whenever I am nervous." He shared, tapping his fingers at the desk for no reason.

Jaemin only nodded. It's not that he doesn't wanna talk to him anymore. He's just a little scared that when he talked, another set of sorry's would come again, and besides, he just wanna listen to the boy's voice. He find it calming.

"Are you always like this? Quiet? Wait... Do you have friends? I mean, I am not being rude, just... Pure curiosity." Mark said, not wanting Jaemin to feel slightly offended.

"It's okay. I... don't have one." Jaemin answered, voice just one step ahead from whisper.

Thankfully, Mark heard him.

He felt bad for him.

"Oh, sorry. Well, don't want you to feel left out, so... Wanna be friends?" Mark excitedly asked.

Jaemin stared at him in wonder.

Friends? Do I really need one?

"I mean, I want one... So... Why not?" He answered. He doesn't want Mark to know what he is thinking about. That would sound rude.

Mark clapped his hands, smiling wide.

Enough for the whole world to be bright. And Jaemin's day also.

Then Jaemin frowned when he realized one thing.

"Why is that? Why are you frowning?" Mark nervously asked. He thought Jaemin changed his mind, and that he doesn't want to be friends with him anymore.

"It's just that... I don't think you would want to stay with me for long time. I am soooo boring. I am not talktative, I am not out-going, I am no fun, and... I am no one. A nobody. Compared to you. You literally have--"

"Shut up." Mark said, interrupting Jaemin from his earful rambles.

Jaemin sighed.

There. Now he's mad. No more friends. Stupid Jaemin.

"Sorry." and there it is again, the legendary sorry.

He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

"You see pal, you don't need to think of yourself too low. You aren't. And who gives a fuck if we are on the opposite state? Altough I believe we aren't. But eh, Jaemin-ah, I personally asked you to be my friend because I want to. And now I am not going to ask you if you want to, because I am telling you. Heck! I am forcing you to be my friend, because I want to." He explained, smiling at the flustered Jaemin.

"And you being boring? I don't think so. You alone sitting here, is entertaining me already! Come on! Chair up!" Yes, chair up. Pun intended.

Jaemin chuckled at Mark for being a little cringey.

"Thanks. And yes, I will gladly get forced by you." They both laughed, ignoring the fact that they were being so fucking loud, and that their teacher are glaring at them, and their classmates are staring at them in amusement.

"You do?" Mark asked for confirmation, just incase he thought he did misheard Jaemin.

"Hell yeah!" and there they go again, laughing, not minding how everyone in the class are all staring at them, thinking they are insane.

"But... I'm a little scared." Jaemin whispered.

He didn't intended to let Mark hear him. So screw shit. Mark heard him.

"Huh? Why would you be?" Jaemin mentally cursed.

He twirled the butterfly key chain. "W-will you... Nevermind." he didn't wanna be a burden. Especially to Mark.

"What is it?" Mark impatiently asked. He is really curious as to what Jaemin has to say.

"Well... Now that you are m-my f-friend," The word friend sounded a little foreign to Jaemin. It didn't suit him. Jaemin thinks he didn't deserve one.

"...will you promise to stay with me always? To be on my side?" Jaemin gulped. It sounded stupid to him.

He thought Mark would give out a negative reaction, but instead, he smiled. "I will. I promise." he answered.

A mistake.

Jaemin should've trusted his first instinct.

Nothing is permanent.

...and promises are meant, only to be broken.

I don't want this, but I have to, so I can explain shit.

You see, I don't even ship them. But I felt a little over at the others, so why not MarkMin, right? And besides, the two are my ultimate bias, so that that.

Okay fine, imma be honest. I lowkey ship MarkMin HAHAHAHAHA!

niways, I don't like writing notes. I hate it.

And note: I didn't edited a thing, but every chapters are all proofread. That is my dream though, be a proofreader.

This is my second language, so there are obviously, just small and few mistakes, if none. I am actually our class 'human translator' as they called me that shit. My dad forced me to learn english since I was a kinder, so obviously, I am fluent. (And almost 80-90% of the Population of our country, Philippines, can speak English fluently, so that that) Wala lang, share ko lang, bakit ba?

Niways, stan Loona. Stan Oh My Girl, stan Fromis_9, stan Lovelyz. Aeyngks.