Dear Mark

Please, I'm not like that

"Helloooooo."
The seat in front of me is empty.
"Helllllllloo????"
Is he just late? Is he alright? Maybe I should call--crap I don't have his number.
"BamBam, is he depressed or just an idiot?"
Wait why the hell do I care? I don't know him--
"Both sir, love can do that to a man."
Should I see a therapist?
"Oh my god...MR. HONG KONG JACKSON WONG."
I snapped into reality and met faces with my hot-faced teacher, Mr. Jaebum.
"Actually, It's Wang--"
Mr. Jaebum cut me off with a single hand.
"Jackson, I understand that you're going through something that elementary kids call a "crush," but do you mind focusing even just a little on your studies?"
"Yes yes Teacher, but you already know that I'm fine already with grades. Why do you worry so much?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand.
"It's because if you slack you'll really become an idiot, idiot. Now please focus with the rest of the class. I must be an angel to have given you all class time to work on homework." Jaebum concluded, adjusting his glasses and walking back to his desk.
"Jacksonnnn" BamBam cooed, resting his head on my shoulder. 
"Dear friend~" I said with a little more affection and a soft pat on his head. His hair was soft and felt like a silk scarf against the crook of my neck. He whispered cautiously as to not draw too much attention since our intimate and platonic affection was already questionable.
"I need help with this problem..." he whined, poking his pencil at an underlined sentence.
"Oh, I see how it is. You only love me when you need me."
"I do not!" He shouted divashly, arousing an aggressive and simoutamious hush from the class.
"But anyways, You've been spacing out way more than before this crush of yours started. Why is this quiet transfer student getting the unrequited attention of the loud and eccentric Jackson Wang?"
A soft blush conquered the masculine front I was trying to put on and I hit him lightly on the shoulder.
"I told you, I'm not like that!"
Shhh!!
I set my elbow on the desk  and leaned in closer to him.
"You know me. I'm really not like that.. I-I like girls.. girls with small waists... girls with good fashion... and relatively big..you know..." I said as I tried to imitate the two round objects with my hands. The girl across from us threw a nasty glare. BamBam laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"This is the time, Jackson."
"The time for what..."
"The time to test your attractions!"
"I'm telling you." I said in a softer voice, "I'm not gay. It's just that he.. he..-"
A slim boy ran through the door panting and glimmering with a little layer of sweat contouring his long neck and Adam's apple. His pink lips were moist like wet strawberries and his dirty blonde hair half stuck to his forehead and half was blown back by the wind.
He looked...
BamBam used a single finger to lift my jaw up.
"I'm sorry.. I ran...please don't mark me late.." Marks knee buckled and he winced in pain holding his upper thigh.
I impulsivity started to get out of my seat until another student bolted towards Mark from the other side of the room.
His name is Jinyoung, Jr for short. To be brief, he's basically the ideal Korean boy that every mother wants their daughter to marry, and from my faraway observations he's apparently pretty close to Mark.
Jr rested his hand on Mark's thigh affectionately and Mark instantly flinched.
"Mark, you need to go to the nurses office right now."
Mark gently slapped Jr's hand away and put his arm on the nearby desk to support himself.
"No way Jinyoung, I can't be late again..."
"Mark you're already late-"
A loud beep resonated throughout the room from the phone and Mr.Jaebum cursed under his breath remembering what he forgot to do.
"Actually.." Mr. Jaebum interrupted. "I forgot to take role. So go on to the nurses and get that looked at. You were lucky this time!"
"Teach, you always forget to take attendance. This is why the front office hates you." Bambam concluded, not looking up and doodling little circles on his notebook.
"I'm sure they hate me for a more reasonable reason."
Mr. Jaebum scribbled a few unidentifiable names on a yellow sheet and handed it to Jr along with a packet.
"Here, take this to the office."
"But Mark-"
"Now please, and I need you to take this packet to the academic center."
Jr protested a little, looking at Mark and back at Mr.Jaebum, but nodded anyways and walked out the door. I started to sit back down until Mr.Jaebum called my name.
"And since Jackson is already standing.. he will take Mark to the nurse."
BamBams face scrunched up and I knew he was trying not to laugh.
Mark looked twoards me expectingly and my heart skipped about several beats.
This must be the first sign of going into cardiac arrest.
I made my way towards him almost tripping over my backpack and ran my fingers through my platinum blonde hair, which of course got stuck. I heard a loud HA from someone in the back, it was probably Youngjae.
"Can.. You move?" I squeaked in a pretty unattractive voice.
Mark waved his hand.
"Yeah, I can move."
This sassy little...
I sighed deeply and extended my hand.
"We need to get you to the nurse."
"I don't want to go. I'm fine." He said defensively, yet rubbing his thigh in circular motions.
"I didn't want to do this but..."
I picked him up and lifted him over my shoulder.
Everyone in class gasped and BamBam whistled.
"H-HEY! WHAT THE HELL PUT ME DOWN!" He screamed. I started walking towards the door and gave a small wave to the astonished class. Mr. Jaebum waved back.