Life had never been all sunshine and rainbows, and Jiyun knew that first hand. It was hard to go on with her day when she was constantly thinking about Mark. They hadn't spoken in a week ever since he had last texted her, and it left her spiralling with thoughts pertained to his well-being.
The internet continued to buzz with discussions towards the pair, analysing every single picture of Mark that was released after the news broke out. It seemed to be the hot topic of every conversation.
As the winter season slowly reached it's peak, the temperature dropped to degrees that was too cold to be deemed enjoyable. The clear night sky gave way to the sparkling stars like white paint scattered onto a black canvas. The moon glistened proudly in the middle, commanding the attention of the people.
Jiyun sat on her chair by the window, looking out and staring at the sky, deep in thought. The quiet room allowed her to simply think, blankly staring into space. Despite the alluring scenery, it couldn't do much to distract her from overthinking.
Mark will probably be okay what am I even worried about, he is literally older than me. His manager probably confiscated his phone for real this time. I should just be patient. No but like what if he is actually in trouble.
She sighed as she picked up her phone for the nth time that day, clicking onto their messages in hopes that a text would magically come through. When nothing happened — as expected — she flipped her phone back facing down on her lap.
That was until her phone started to ring, she excitedly grabbed it again, leaning back on her chair. Her excitement deflated when she realised it was just her mother. She groaned but picked up the call nevertheless.
"Hey mum, what's up?" She greeted rather lazily. She didn't feel like she was in the mood to talk to anyone other than the boy right now. She just desperately wanted to know how he was doing.
What she wasn't prepared for was the conversation that followed though. Her mother's heavy breathing was the first signs of her anger. Jiyun could sense it through the phone, making her straighten in her seat.
"Tell me why did I receive a call from an old friend of mine about whatever rendezvous you're having," her mother seethed, Jiyun confusion at her vague wording didn't last long when her mother continued to speak. "And by an old friend I mean Mark Lee's mother."
Jiyun let out a short gasp in shock at the name that slipped off from her mother's tongue distastefully. Now knowing why she seemed so enraged. "And now my daughter's face is being spread all over the internet because of him — and now she is placed in the face of danger, again."
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