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Mark Tuan - GOT7

This story goes out to : musicalsyafiqah

Because I don't want to offend anyone, let's use (o/p) to refer to Mark's bae. It means 'other person'. Jk, you know you're Mark's real bae ;)

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Mark was one of your best friends. The kind of 'best friends' that saw the other romantically but never told, for the sake of the friendship.

Unfortunately, this 'best friends' relationship looked one sided.

For some time now, Mark had been starting conversations with, "(o/p) did..." and "(o/p) said..." It was nice to see he had the interest in someone, but upsetting to say that someone wasn't you.

From all the talking about (o/p), it looked like he really liked her. Maybe loved her? No, you had known him for the longest time. Way before (o/p) came into the equation.

But what was it about her that intrigued Mark that you didn't have? You thought about it much longer and harder than necessary.

At least, Mark and you could still be friends, right?

Well, if he'd stop ditching you for (o/p) and hang out with you without mentioning (o/p) every five minutes, maybe this friendship could be salvaged.

But the likelihood of that happening would be like waiting for the sky to fall...

It was too innocent to be an obsession, but it really seemed like Mark really enjoyed anything to do with (o/p). Even when you just said her name he grinned.

And slowly, that cute boy next door, the person you knew many years ago, grew to be so distant that you could've moved across the globe, and he wouldn't remember your name.

It didn't help that after a long while of flirting and chilling with (o/p), he finally asked her to be his girlfriend, and she said yes. The relief and delight in his voice when he told you the news was pretty much the polar opposite of your heartbroken, jealous, disappointed self.

With a forced smile, you congratulated him. Seeing him so jubilant made you want to tear up. Not that you hated him now, but it was just the unfortunate fact that you weren't the reason the grin was on his face.

You tried keeping yourself busy. You tried to do other things to keep yourself from thinking about Mark. And (o/p). And what they could be doing. What if they were alone? What could they be doing, alone?

And just like that, you mind wandered into the dark alley of thoughts and your imagination went wild with every scenario you've seen where a couple was together. With people around them and alone. No one to bother them, no rules to follow. Just the couple.

The thought of Mark and (o/p) made your stomach flip. And you ended up with those thoughts so often your stomach would've won a gymnastics tournament if it were its own human being. Something you wished you weren't at the moment.

However, there had to be some way to not let tears flow while thinking about Mark and (o/p). Some way that didn't involve anyone getting hurt. Some way that allowed you to express yourself without exhausting other people too much. 

What about, writing? 

You thought about that for a while. Before, writing wasn't exactly something to expect from you. You'd complete the essays that were due, but that was pretty much it. Maybe it was because you never had anything very interesting to write about.

Well, now was your chance. In your room, you got a pen and flipped to a new page in your notebook. It wasn't a very important notebook, it just had a few thoughts and doodles here and there. 

You jotted down the first thought that came to mind. You ended that thought with a full stop. Right next to the full stop, you wrote another thought. Then ended that thought with a full stop. You read your written down thoughts. You couldn't help but feel somewhat lighter than before. Like a few pounds had been taken off your shoulders. 

More thoughts flowed through your mind as you inscribed more ink onto the paper. When you felt like there were too many thoughts written at one time, you started a new paragraph. That new paragraph started a new set of thoughts that were relatable to the previous thoughts you had. 

Soon, you had pages of handwritten notes and a hundred kilograms of worrisome and over thought emotions off your chest. You took in a breath of air breathed out the last few worries you had. At least, for now. 

The next day, you went to school. It was dreadful, and nothing made it worse than the fact Mark sat right next to you in class. How was he supposed to act upon meeting the bleak, appalling side of you? 

You entered class as usual and found that he hadn't arrived yet. Probably at (o/p)'s class, you thought. It wouldn't be very shocking since he'd been doing that every morning from when they first bumped into each other in the hallway.

The same hallway your locker was. So every time you set foot in that vicinity, the scene played over and over again. If only going back in time was possible, so that you could fix Mark 'clumsiness' from when he 'accidentally' spotted her coming your way. 

Once again, thoughts from near and far came to assault your way of thinking. The moment you sat at your desk, you got that handy notebook and a pen out and you were scribbling more thoughts onto more paper.       

You weren't paying attention, but Mark had entered the class and was arranging his things when he noticed you were writing. Was there an essay due? If so, why couldn't he remember it?  

So he decided to ask you, "do we have homework due today?" 

"Just something new I've taken up," you reply bluntly. There was next to no life in your voice. This wasn't your usual happy-go-lucky self. It concerned him.

But then again, there had been days where you had been down in the dumps, so maybe he could leave you to figure it out yourself. 

The teacher came in and the lesson begun. You could say you were listening to whatever they were going on about, but that would be a lie. You were still absorbed in the emotions you were writing out on paper. This worried Mark even more since he knew how important grades were to you. If you weren't paying attention in class, how were you going to know which chapter you were at?

In fact, you were so preoccupied with your writing, you didn't hear the bell ring. Mark, of all people, had to tell you that recess was going to end in two minutes. And since you hadn't had breakfast and you were kind of hungry, you decided to rush to the cafeteria to grab a quick snack. Something you would do on a regular day, just not as hastily as you had to at the moment.

This left you to leave your notebook of thoughts on your desk, wide open for anyone to see. Which, really, no one did.

Except for, of course, Mark. He couldn't help but peek at the sadness shown in writing. The raw, tattered emotions he had never seen before. Probably the last thing he'd expect from you.

He took note of the name that reciprocated throughout the pages. Two names, actually. Just that one name popped up more frequently than the other. And the words that surrounded it were more harsh, more passionate that the other.

He was the reason you were feeling this way. Took him long enough to figure it out, though.

[~And that was an emotional rollercoaster... Had fun reading it? I hope so XD Anyways, I've been really busy with homework and projects be flowing in like a river D: :P Happy April Fool's :D Till the next time I write~]

○ Kat ○