GOT7 Mark OneShots

The Numbered

     The way his hair swept across his head when the wind combs through it. The way his eyes lit up when he smiled and laughed. His voice when he sings quietly when he wants me to sleep. He's so perfect at being him. There's just no one that doesn't like him. His number is 4827.

     That's right. We don't have names. Just numbers that we have to memorize all these numbers if you want to remember a little under a quarter of family members. Math lovers had less of a hard time memorizing people's numbers. Unfortunately, most of us don't take up an interest in math, so we're a bit in a small jam.

     Currently, I'm working at 8332's Tea Cafe. It's a small cozy shop at the corner of a very busy street in 1234. Therefore, we always have a rush in the morning where it's so crowded that people can be smelling each others armpits, because everybody's so cramped. However, throughout the day, the place is usually packed with college students, students having a small talk or hitting the books or young adults doing their work outside of their office. I was drowning myself in my own thoughts when he came in.. 4827.

     He was just walked into the door. My heart just skipped a beat. Even though, the room was packed with many customers, he seemed to be the only one in the room. He walked towards me (mainly because I was the cashier for this shift).

     "I'll take the usual please," he ordered. I nodded and pressed a few things into the digital menu.

     "That will be 5,000 won," I smiled and replied. He replied the smile as he took his wallet out and paid up. He gave me the currency, and I gave him the receipt with his order number. I walked over to the machine and whipped up a strawberry boba tea. It was always what he was drinking whenever he came in.

     I smiled as I walked over to his small table. I set the boba drink and smiled. He took the drink and sipped it. His eyes lit up with joy as he smiled.

     "Thank you Ms. 5726," he said between sips, "Your boba is always the best." I blushed at his statement. He knew all of the things to say make me blush. Overtime, we got closer and became best friends rather quickly. Then one day, he moved away. That day just.. killed me.

     Ever since then, I've been on a search for him. So far, I've been out of luck, from the start, to now. I was currently in a country named South Korea. It was a neighboring country with 78475, the county I once lived in. I was at the capital of Korea, Seoul. This place had people walking in every which way. There were quite a few 4827 look alikes, but none of them were the real one. I gave up my search for an hour and went to a ramen noodle shop. I walked in and took a seat at the counter.

     "What would you like honey?" a middle aged women asked, I told her in my broken Korean that I wanted the kimchi ramen. I walked around these streets long enough to pick up a few words here and there. She nodded and walked into the kitchen. I waited patiently and saw a familiar face come to me with my order. He set the order down. I looked at him and felt my eyes widened. He was about to walk off.

     "Excuse me, sir," I spoke up. He must have heard me, because he froze his movements. He turned, "It's 5726. What's your name?" I asked.

     "My name is Mark. My former name is 4827. I see we meet again," he smiled softly. My search for him.. is over.