sight ➢ mark tuan [complete]

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we arrived back in seoul. it was an awkward ride back to the dorm. i sat on the couch, next to jackson.

"how's life?" he asked. i rested my head on his shoulder. "horrible." he started laughing. mark walked past us. i sighed. "don't worry. he'll get over it."

the doorbell rang. i ran up to answer it, opening the door to a girl, who glared at me. "where's mark oppa?" she blinked a couple of times before welcoming herself in.

i followed her in. jackson stood right up. "b-bora?" all the doors opened. every members head peaked out.

mark came out. "what are you doing here?" i looked at jackson, who ignored me. "i'm here to see you oppa!" her voice sent shivers to my spine.  she turned to me, "what are you doing here? go away. you're just a manager."

i scoffed. i grabbed my bag and was going to head off when mark pulled me beside him. my heart was beating, they way she looked at me. they they all looked at me. they way i could feel his heart beat made me wonder.

why it was even beating.