something sweet, a peach tree | mark/jaehyun

Chapter 1

Mark drums his fingers against the cold metal pole as the bus lurches to a stop. He checks the time on his phone—5:25 p.m. He should just make it, unless this prehistoric bus takes any longer to open its doors.

After what he swears is a full minute of ominous creaking, Mark steps out into the muggy air. It's still only the beginning of June, but already this summer seems like it's going to be absolutely scorching. Mark supposes he'll be doing a lot of swimming.

He crosses the street and heads up the sidewalk to the cluster of buildings beyond a small, uneven parking lot, squinting to make out the sign. Little Hands Musical Academy. It's smaller than he imagined, somehow, but kind of quaint.

A receptionist greets him when he enters the lobby. Though the outside of the building is a bit understated, the inside is clean and bright. Mark says hello back to the receptionist, looking around as he steps up to the counter.

"Uh, I'm here for Lucy Lee?" he says tentatively. "I'm Mark Lee, I'm her uncle. My brother said he put me on the, um, the list?"

The receptionist nods with a smile, typing something in and then looks up. "Could I just see some ID please?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, one sec," Mark stutters, fumbling for his wallet. He hands the receptionist his passport, feeling a little silly as she leafs through to the right page.

It's all a little silly, really—that Mark is even picking Lucy up in the first place. He can't drive, which is mostly fine since James' house isn't that far, only like ten minutes on the bus and a few blocks of walking, but Mark thinks if James and Annie are that worried about safety, having an irresponsible, driver's licenseless twenty-year-old come fetch their only child is hardly helpful.

Still, they asked, and they also bought Mark a new AC unit after his old one finally kicked the bucket the very first day it was over eighty degrees, so here he is. James doesn't get off work until 5:30, which is the pickup time, and though Annie works from home and can come drop Lucy off in the afternoon, she said she'd rather get a head start on dinner in the evening. And Mark's internship lets him go at 5. So maybe it is kinda helpful, as long as Mark doesn't lose his three-and-a-half year old niece on public transport.

"You're all set," the receptionist says, handing Mark's passport back to him. "It's the classroom at the end of the hall. A lot of parents are already here, you can't miss it."

"Thanks," Mark says, putting his passport away and heading out of the lobby towards the back of the building.

There are many parents gathered outside the large window that looks into the classroom from the hall. Mark sidles up next to the group and spots Lucy's pigtails instantly. She's plunking away on a tiny keyboard. As Mark watches, the teacher—at least, Mark assumes he's the teacher; he's the only adult in the room—strolls by and pauses to say something to her. Mark can't hear anything, but when the teacher walks away, Lucy is wearing a big grin.

After a couple more minutes, the teacher opens the door and gestures for the parents to file in. Mark gets his first good look at the teacher's face and swallows. He's hot. He's also definitely a little older—forget Mark, he's visibly older than James. But that doesn't change the fact that he's fucking pretty, with handsome dimples appearing every time his expression leans towards a smile.

Mark is so busy staring that he ends up last in line, but it turns out to be a good thing because the teacher stops him at the door.

"Sorry, would you mind if I just checked your ID really quick?" His eyes are a warm brown, Mark's brain notes unhelpfully. "I'm sure you already got cleared by the front desk, but—I just like to make sure, you know?"