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fifteen

The next Wednesday, as the time neared 6:00 p.m., you paced your living room anxiously, eyes on the microwave clock as you strained your ears to listen to every minute sound in the hallway. Listening for footfalls, or maybe even the door of the stairwell opening if it were quiet enough. 6:00 passed, then 6:01, 6:02, 6:03, 6:04, and at 6:05 you checked your phone for any indication from Mark that he was still planning on coming over, maybe just running late. You hadn't heard a peep from him since Saturday, which included leaving you on read this afternoon when you asked him if he wanted pizza or dumpling soup for dinner. You made pizza, too distracted to trust yourself to do more cooking than putting a frozen pizza in the oven. 6:08 p.m., and you heard someone walking down the hallway, past the boys' apartment, and finally stopped on your doormat. They knocked, and you let out a sigh of relief, rushing to answer the door before he could have the opportunity to run away again.

You unlocked your locks in record time, a breathless smile coming to your face at the familiar figure of Mark standing there. His hands were stuffed into his hoodie pocket as the side of his mouth pulled up into a sheepish half-smile. "Hey, Y/N. Sorry I'm late."

"Mark," you breathed out his name in relief. "Just get in here, would you?"

"I'm really sorry about Saturday," he apologized immediately as soon as you had locked up, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, what even was that?" You asked, a concerned frown on your face as you stepped closer to him. "I mean, why did you come over? And then why did you run away as soon you showed up?"

"It's... not a good reason. And again, I'm so sorry." He ran two hands through his hair this time, thoroughly mussing it up.

"Uh, do you want to sit down, Mark?" You offered your couch up.

"Sure, sure, yeah." He obliged, but was on the edge of his seat, leaning his weight forward on his arms and bouncing a knee. You were getting more nervous just looking at him. "Uhm, so, Jeno had told me about when you came into the café last week, when you got lunch with his boss. And I sort of got freaked. And then I came over here and he was here, I got even more freaked. And then all those other guys were here and I got super freaked and bolted. Like I said, I'm really sorry."

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times as you tried to figure out what you wanted to address first. Finally, you landed on: "Jeno told you? Not Johnny?"

"Johnny helped me get un-freaked enough to come over tonight."

"Well, big thanks to Johnny, then. Though I will admit that I'm not sure what to do with the fact that me having friends freaked you out so bad in the first place."

"I-I know, it was really immature of me, I just..." He sighed, wringing his hands together.

You felt bad, he was clearly at a loss for what to do next. He knew he'd messed up and how, and had apologized multiple times. You figured he'd only gotten so "freaked" because he'd known so little about the situation, so you decided that offering some more information would help put him at ease.

"Baekhyun, Minseok, and Jongin. Those are their names," you said. "They're my closest friends. Baekhyun's a siren, Minseok's a sphinx like me, and Jongin's a basilisk like you. You can ask me questions about them, if you want."

"How did you guys meet?"

"We were all in the same class together in primary school."

"Oh that's cool!" He replied brightly.

"What?" You blinked at him, caught off-guard. That usually wasn't the reaction that piece of information garnered from other magical creatures that were from here.