String to my heart ♪ Mark Lee

♪ 40

One of us, one of us making
Two of us, two of us feel the
Same unusual feeling
It's a bit hard to say
I'm more curious about your thoughts, how are you?
Do you feel just like I do?

♪

Hannah 🎧

Mark
I want to talk
03:59 AM

Alright where?
04:12 AM

Mark lay wide awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The dorm was quiet, the only sound coming from the distant hum of the city outside.

It was 4 AM, and he was exhausted from another long day of practice. But sleep was the last thing on his mind as he replayed Hannah's message over and over again in his head.

Those words had thrown him into a whirlwind of anxiety the moment he read them. Mark had spent the entire day worrying about what she wanted to talk about, unable to focus on anything else.

He could barely sleep, and when he finally did drift off, it was restless, filled with vague dreams and an ever-present sense of dread.

The next day dragged on painfully slow. Mark went through the motions during practice, his body moving automatically while his mind remained elsewhere.

He messed up his choreography more times than he could count, and the other members noticed his unusual quietness.

"Mark, you good?" Jaemin asked during one of their breaks, concern etched on his face.

Mark forced a smile, trying to shake off the nervous energy that had been gnawing at him since the early morning.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just... tired, I guess."

But he wasn't just tired he was anxious, nervous, and completely on edge. His thoughts kept drifting back to Hannah, wondering what she was going to say, what she was thinking, and if this conversation was going to change everything between them.

The uncertainty was driving him crazy.

By the time evening rolled around, Mark's nerves were shot. He made his way to Hannah's apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last. The anticipation was eating him alive, and he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change.

When he arrived at her door, he hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself before knocking. The door opened, and there she was- Hannah, looking just as tired and nervous as he felt.

"Hey" she greeted softly, her voice almost a whisper.

"Hey" Mark replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He stepped inside, and they both sat down in the living room, the silence between them thick and tense.

Mark's heart was pounding in his chest, the words he had been rehearsing all day threatening to choke him.

Hannah was the first to break the silence. "Mark, I've been thinking a lot lately... about everything. And I realized there's something I need to say."

Mark swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Yeah... me too," he managed to get out, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for a moment before she continued.
"I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I know I've been distant, and I didn't mean to push you away. I just... I didn't know how to deal with how I was feeling."

Mark's breath hitched, his heart racing even faster. He knew this was his chance. if he didn't say something now, he might never get the courage to do it again. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.