Lover | 3 [Mark Got7]

삼십 | THIRTY

Mark ended the call with a frown. Before I could grab my bags which were placed beside the bench that I was sitting on, he headed out while dragging his luggage along with him, completely forgetting me.

I quickly grabbed my bags and dashed outside to catch up with Mark.  He continued walking briskly without stopping for a breath. I was about to call out his name so that he would wait for me but I thought about it twice. It would be risky to call out his name.

I walked even faster, widening my steps until I finally caught up with him. I tugged on his red coloured sleeves and he stopped walking.

"What was it about?" I asked. The expression on his face while making the call and now worries me.

Without turning around to face me, he answered, "None of your business."

I sighed while Mark continued to walk outside and climbed into the van that had been waiting for him by the waiting area.

I placed my palms on my chest to the uneasy feeling that arised. I was nervous on what was going on and what was coming.

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[Mark's PoV]
As I looked outside through the window on the way to the dorm, I was reminded of the worried look on Kiera's face.

I bit on my lower lip while holding both temples in guilt. I shouldn't have treated her that way, I thought.

I was about to call her before I was reminded of the event at Aunt Maurine's house.

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(Flashback)

Kiera chuckled. "Love you too. I'll see you on friday then," she said while climbing off the car. She turned around to wave at me and I waved back.

Before I turned into the junction, I could see that from the rearview mirror, Kiera was hugging another male.

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I pressed the door bell and Kiera's aunt came to answer the door.

"Hello, I'm here to pick Kiera up," I said.

"Oh, you should come in first. Kiera's in the kitchen,"her aunt welcomed.

I followed behind her into the house and took a seat on one of the antique looking couches.

From the living room, I could see inside the kitchen since the door was opened. I took another glance and saw Kiera who was trying to reach for something.

I instinctively went into the kitchen to help her and by the time I was at the door, a boy around Kiera's age was watching her at the dining table. It was the same person that I saw the other day.

I approached Kiera when suddenly a number of containers hit me on the head several times that I fell on the floor from the shock.

I cleared away the containers that were beside me and looked up to see if Kiera was alright.

She was on her knees beside the boy, holding his arm, with a worried look on her face.

I grunted before I knew it and stood up to an upset feeling in my stomach.

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