Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

7 - Karma Gets Back At You Ten Times Worse

Angie, Grace and I wake up almost at the same time the next morning. Although I've only had a few hours of sleep because of that damn kiss - well, not a real one cause his lips just touched mine ... but still - I manage to lift my sleepy head off my bed and hurry into the bathroom before the two would beat me to it. 

What did he do that for? 

"So, that's what I need to do to make you shut that fuckin' mouth of yours."

Right. He was just trying to silence me. Because, clearly, he's out of his wits with my insults and mockery. 

It's not like it's the first time a guy touches my lips. I've kissed boys before...even more than that. So, I don't need to feel flustered. Besides, he was pissed off cause he couldn't stop me. Ha! I win right? 

Because of my thoughts, I even forgot to Skype Lara. I hope she'd understand. I'll just talk to her later when I get back tonight. 

All foreign trainees would need to be at the company earlier - two hours earlier than the others since we have an extra Korean class from 8-10 in the morning. 

A few days ago, I was so excited to start the training. I actually couldn't wait. But, now, all that passion is temporarily forgotten as I try to figure out why I can't fucking get that incident last night out of my mind. 

"What's wrong with you?" Angie asks me as we go down the stairs to the first floor where Juho and the others - Mark, Jackson, Harry and Bambam - are already waiting. 

"Nothing," I shake my head, looking blankly at the steps. 

"This is so exciting!" I hear Jackson saying as we join them in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. 

I can feel Mark's eyes on me, but I can't even look up and glare at him as what I usually do. Instead, I keep my head bent and reach for a plate, stack them with waffles and sit on the chair far away from him. 

It's weird how that one single action has drowned my sassiness. 

"You seem really quiet today, rascal." Mark says. "Cat got your tongue, eh?" I hear him chuckle softly. 

Even if I want to throw the fork I'm holding at him and talk back, I can't. What the fuck is wrong with me? 

"Are you sick?" Bambam asks, putting his hand on my forehead. He sounds really worried. 

"Maybe she's just nervous." Angie tells him. She squeezes my shoulder as I concentrate on putting the small slice of food in my mouth. 

I just need time to recover from this. I'd be back in my same old self in the afternoon. I can't let him get me like this. I take a deep breath, grabbing my plate and dumping the food in the bin. I don't really feel like eating anymore. 

"What did you do to her?" I hear Jackson asking Mark as I wash my plate and fork, my back facing them. 

He doesn't answer. Instead I hear him chuckle. 

Alright. My blood is boiling again. It's a good sign. I'll be lashing at him again in no time. 

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The complexity of the Korean class doesn't seem to help me get my mind off the jerk who's sitting across from me at the round table in one of the rooms in the company. It's difficult to peel my eyes away from his lips when he says something or repeats a word the tutor says. 

"Cristina? Did you understand what I just said?" The tutor, Mr. Kim, asks suddenly. I feel my cheeks turn red instantly as I get caught by the devil himself staring at him.