[Completed]Moonlight-Ft. NCT's Mark Lee

Chapter eleven

HAE RA'S POV

Mark and I started mixing the colours and prepared everything. The room was next to the playground so we could hear the children shouting and laughing with one another.

I love kids but they don't love me back. Basically I am not good with them. Babies would cry if I go near them. I don't smell bad but I guess I have some kind of an aura which repels kids.

It wasn't with Mark though. He has been a happy kid and loved my company since then. He never cried in my arms. All he did was smile and play. We used to annoy TY a lot.

Those days are still fresh in my mind.

"Why can't we paint just one colour on all walls?" Mark snapped me out of my thoughts as he watched me opening all the paint cans.

"It will be boring then. We divide the walls into two parts horizontly and choose a two colour combination for each wall. One part light and one part dark."

"Then we're gonna cut out some shapes from these wallpapers and paste it on the wall." I continued.

"How do you even come up with these ideas?" He scratched his head and took a brush in his hands.

"I don't know. Hidden talent?"

Soon we started painting the walls and had random coversations. It was so much fun. We played some music and bobbed our heads to the beats to act like professional DJs.

He initiated beatboxing. I just looked at him with wide eyes.
"When did you learn to beatbox like that?"
"A friend taught me back in Canada."
"Can you teach me?" I asked him hoping for a positive response.

"On our next date maybe." My hand froze which was holding the brush. I didn't dare to divert my eyes from the wall and continued painting.

Another date?

When the last wall was almost completed my phone buzzed and I swirled the brush in excitement.

Unknown: Hey...

Me: Who is this?

I got no reply so I turned to the final wall. I glanced at Mark and he had lines of paint on him.

"What happened to you?"

"This happened!" He swirled his paint brush and I closed my eyes.

I saw paint on me and realised that I would have swirled my brush at him unknowingly while I checked my phone.

"You are so not getting out of this!" I dibbed my brush in the can and chased him. He abruptly stopped and I got the chance to paint him red.

He didn't protest and instead dibbed his hands in the can.
"My turn." He smirked and tried to run away.

He caught up to me and held me from behind and swirled me around.

"MARK!" I laughed to my heart's content. It's been a long time since I have been so happy.

Mark made me happy. He truly did.

Now what? We had a paint fight and ended up laughing like maniacs.

"Oppa~" A girl came in and stopped on her tracks when she saw us.

"What were you doing?" She eyed us. Mark and I were laid beside each other panting heavily because of all the chasing and laughing.