String to my heart ♪ Mark Lee

♪ 76

Yesterday's traces in the carnival trunk
Thud, I lie down on the spot where I sit every day
Outside the window, we pass by the same streets
Like a hamster wheel

♪

Hannah was standing in front of the mirror wearing hair extensions clipped messily into her hair.
"Well this looks bad enough, right?" She muttered to herself, tilting her head.

She had left her usual soft makeup somewhere around the eyeliner attempts, dark liner framed her eyes sharply, lips muted with a deep shade of maroon, contour heavier than usual. The oversized white shirt hung loosely under a black blazer with leather pants adding a shining touch to her matte, gothic attire.

The whole look screamed underground mafia who smokes fake cigarettes in music videos.

Hannah stared at herself.
"I ate this fit." The thought alone sent her into a spiral of unnecessary confidence.

She slipped quietly out of her dorm building, with the evident confidence that no one would recognize her. No one recognized her at first.

Then someone gasped and another voice followed.
"Wait- Isn't that Hannah?"

Cameras appeared almost instantly.

"HANNAH!"

She stiffened. The paparazzi started crowding around her, shoes scraping against the pavement while questions flew at her from every direction.
"Where are you going?"
"Who are you meeting?"
"Why are you dressed up like this today?"
"How's it like to be Mark's girlfriend?"

Hannah tried walking faster, the cameras followed faster too.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and she jerked violently backwards.

"NO!"

Her voice echoed sharply through the room.

Hannah blinked, her laptop screen sat in front of her, the apartment was quiet with no cameras, no street, no paparazzi and Hannah was completely in her house clothes.
"Okay... Maybe I need hobbies." she whispered, breathing out slowly.

Hannah got up and wandered into her kitchen in search of something to munch on. Before she could even open a cabinet, Coco trotted towards her with his leash hanging from his mouth.

The fluffy land cloud dropped it directly onto her foot and looked at her with sparkling expectations.

Hannah looked down at him and Coco wagged harder.
"You want to go outside?" Coco barked at that question.

Hannah looked at the front door as if it personally offended her.
"Do you know how difficult it is for me right now?"

Coco unfortunately didn't understand celebrity problems. Trying to negotiate, Hannah opened the cabinet where they kept his treats.
"Look, what if we do not go outside and have snacks together?"

She opened the cabinet.

Empty.

Hannah slowly closed it back.
"We need to buy groceries." Coco blinked at her.

Hannah sighed and grabbed her phone.

Jihye

Please buy groceries on your way back
Coco's treats too

She eventually collapsed onto the living room couch and out of boredom, she called Mark.

Across the city, Mark was deeply asleep with his face half buried inside the duvet when his phone rung beside him. He squinted at the screen with one eye open before answering.
"Hello..." His voice came out rough and hoarse with sleep.