"You aren't even my real cousin!!"
Those words kept repeating over and over again in my mind.
"Akira!!! Akira!!" My friend yelled.
I stopped daydreaming and looked at my friend.
"Geez, you have been daydreaming ever since school started! It's already lunch break!" My friend yelled.
"Sorry, So Yeon something really big just happened yesterday. I can't get my mind off it.."
"It's really that serious huh. Well, if you want to talk about it, you can come to me." So Yeon said.
"Thanks." Then I get a text message from Mark. 'Mark?'
[Hey, what happened between you and Bambam? He has been down since yesterday.]
[I don't really want to talk about it now..] I reply back.
[Wanna come over tonight? Don't worry, Bambam won't be here. Because it's my turn to clean the hotel.]
I kinda froze for a moment. 'Well, it shouldn't be bad if it's Mark.' I thought to myself.
[Um, sure.. I'll come in 7:00 pm. Is that okay?]
[Sure. See you later.]
I turned off my phone, and return to eating my lunch.
~Time Skip to 6:58 pm~
I arrive at the hotel. I knock on the door and Mark opens the door.
"Come on in. I made some fried rice." Mark said to me nicely.
"Thanks." I said. I walk inside, it seemed that everyone all went out somewhere.. so it was just the two of us.
"You want to eat some now?" Mark asks.
"Sure" i replied back. I sit in the dinner table and Mark serves me with the fried rice. Once he gives it to me, i start eating.
"It's good! Thanks!" I said happily.
"Welcome." Mark says back.
Once I finished eating, I go to the kitchen sink to clean my dish.
"You don't have to clean it" Mark said to me worried.
"It's fine" I said as I returned washing. Once I was done. I see Mark on the couch waiting for me. I sat down next him so we can start a conversation.
"Thanks for the fried rice!" I said.
"No problem!" Mark said back.
"Umm. Akira, I heard that Bambam and you aren't real blood related cousins."
"Oh.. umm.. yea, he told you?" I replied back with a sad look.
"Yeah. You felt really shocked huh.."
"Yeah.. I don't even know, if i can look at Bambam's face the same anymore. I just can't get him and his words off of my mind."
I look down so that Mark wouldn't see my crying face. Then I feel a hand on both of my shoulders. I look up to see what was he doing. The next thing I know it, Mark locks his lips with mine. He holds me tighter and closer. But I push him away.
"W-what are you doing?!" I yelled at him.
"I don't like seeing you cry! I don't know why, but, everytime you talk about Bambam, I just get really mad! I want you to only think about me! This is the first time I have ever felt like this! When we met, it felt like fate!"
"W-what do you mean?" I asked softly.
"I like you! So, let me erase all the bad memories that you have been having! And let your mind only be filled about me!"
