"Mark, your melodies are pulling me in, but I'm wrestling with these lyrics."
"Well, can't blame the guitar for wanting to dance with your words. And yes, I admit, my hotness is a bit distracting."
"Mark, let the lyrics take center stage without dis...
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Just a month into their newfound friendship, Jia already felt a deep influence from Mark. As they sat together, enveloped in the music, she couldn't help but notice how he closed his eyes, fully immersed in the melody.
She had planned to introduce him to different music gigs, but this time, he beat her to it, leaving her feeling a mix of happiness and sadness.
"That was incredible," he remarked as the song ended.
"Yeah," she replied, acknowledging her own love for music, though not quite as fervent as his. Lately, she found herself drawn to the rhythmic beats more often than not.
"Do I always bore you with my music obsession, Bugaboo?" Jia turned to face him, the nickname becoming familiar to her. Bugaboo was how Chatnoir called Ladybug. Mark's gaze lingered on the empty stage, his eyes lacking their usual spark.
"I find the sound of rhythms and notes speaking quite relaxing," she replied, eliciting a smile from him. Of course, it was Jia, with her unique way of expressing herself, he was a fool to expect the word music.
"It's time to go," he announced, rising from his seat and heading towards the exit. Jia followed, her steps light.
"I should probably start on my assignments once you drop me off," she mentioned, fastening her seatbelt and closing her eyes for a moment of relaxation.
"Who said I'm taking you home?" His deep voice interrupted her thoughts, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, eyebrows raised in amusement.
"I thought you said our night out was over," she quipped, gesturing towards the music club.
"Buckle up, ladybug. Things are about to get interesting," he teased, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"Mark Lee, are you kidnapping me? I swear, I'm not worth the trouble," she exclaimed dramatically, to which he shook his head with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I'm going to chop you into tiny pieces and fry you in a pan in a deep forest somewhere in Seoul," he joked, his eyes sparkling.
"That's a bit too much detail. Now I'm actually scared," she replied with a nervous laugh.
"You should be," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. ___
"Mark Lee, What is this place? It looks creepy and nice at the same time. Are you actually plotting to murder me here?" She said as she surveyed the empty, dimly lit hall, illuminated only by a few eerie red lights. At the center of the hall sat a large round table, adorned with various objects-a peculiar sight indeed. Throughout the ride here, Mark had maintained a mischievous grin, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Jia cautiously approached the table, taking in its contents: papers, pens, puzzle pieces scattered about, and a box suggesting they had a puzzle to solve. She couldn't help but notice the figures arranged neatly on the table, resembling decorations of some sort. Glancing up at Mark, who stood with his arms folded, she couldn't suppress her bewilderment
