Dear Mark

English Assignment

Mmmmm....
Mmmmmmmmmm
Mmmm?
My eyes fluttered open and were glazed over with tiredness. A bright light stung my eyes from a window that wasn't supposed to be there and a heavenly smell arose from under the crack of the bedroom door. Around me were walls totally plastered with idols and singers.
Oh right...this isn't my house, It's Youngjae's
I yawned loudly and continued to squeeze and  cuddle my head on the thing in front of me. I don't remember Youngjae having pillows this big. I would know, I sleep over all the time. I squeezed it more and it moaned.
Wait, what?
I shot open my eyes and lifted my head.
SHIT it's BamBam.
I slowly removed my hands from his waist and turned over coming face to face with Yugyeom who I was just inches away from kissing. I squealed in surprise and pushed him off the bed with a loud THUD, which jolted BamBam awake.
"Hyung!! Why!!!?" Yugyeom yelled, the corner of his eyes watering.
I pulled the covers dramatically up to my
chest. 
"You almost stole my first kiss!"
Yugyeom turned red and started to stutter.
"W-what are you saying? I was just trying to sleep... And then you pushed me!"
BamBam trailed his finger up my shoulder flirtatiously and smirked.
"What? Would that make you mad doing it with a guy? Don't think I didn't notice you hold me tight and whisper Marks name in your sleep."
BamBam hugged himself tight and imitated me.
"Ah, Mark! My sunshine! My golden daffodil! I can't live without you! I love-!"
I put my hand aggressively over BamBam's mouth.
"Shut up!"
Youngjae opened the bedroom door with a raised eyebrow and a strawberry apron on.
"Breakfast is ready... Weirdos."
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We all left Youngjae's house around 11 am. Luckily we all lived in the same neighborhood so our houses weren't difficult to walk to even with our level of drowsiness that morning. I made it to my apartment and collapsed on my bed. I took out my phone and looked through my text messages. Youngjae texted me saying I left my boxers at his house. My boxers? I looked in my pants.
Great...
Yugyeom texted me asking if I wanted to go to the arcade later. I looked at the clock.
Almost 1 pm.
I looked in my pockets.
Just as I thought, no money.
Sighing, I texted him back saying I had other plans.
(Lol what other plans I'm just dead broke.)
I scrolled down to find an unknown number that was sent early this morning. Reading the message, my heart started to race.

Mark:
Hey Jackson, it's Mark.... Don't ask how I got your number. It was fairly easy anyways since you're so popular. Just again, thanks for last night. See you at school Monday! :)

Jackson:
You better not be late, sleepyhead!

I closed my eyes after that and fell back asleep with a huge grin on my face.
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Monday morning came fast and even though I basically slept the whole weekend, I was already tripping over my own feet and running back to my house because I forgot my backpack. I arrived at school and ran to class with just a minute to spare. Mark was already sitting at his desk smiling at me. Weird, I always arrive before him even if I am cutting it too close. I smiled back and took a seat at my desk.
Mr.Jaebum put on his glasses and started to take role.
"BamBam....Dokyun.... Jinyoung... Jinyoung? That's odd. He's almost never absent."
Mr.Jaebum entered in roll on his computer and asked Yugyeom to hand out sheets of instruction paper along with journals.
"This is your semester project. It will count as 45% of your grade so I know you guys won't fuck up and take it so lightly. Now, aside from it being worth a very generous amount of your grade, I want you to really focus on this project."
I looked down on the paper
A diary assignment...?
"For the next 4 weeks, you will be writing everyday in this journal. The due date is on the very top and instructions on technique and style are listed more throughly at the bottom. You can write about anything as long as it follows the directions. However, there are two strict rules you have to follow for full points."
I read the two heavily bolded rules that were isolated from the other instructions.

1. You must write to someone you love.

2. You must give that someone this journal at the end of the semester.