the rainbow ;; markson

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On another Friday afternoon Mark stepped into his favourite coffee shop, welcomed with the silence he wanted after weeks of homework here and there, the first batch of small projects and essays and reports and the first stages or research and a random practice paper and- Mark inhaled, stuffing his hands into his faded baggy jeans (a pair one of his sisters had gifted him in his last year of middle school after he'd watched all their older guy-friends sport them proudly for years). The work wasn't supposed to phase him. He was in his second year of uni, he expected this. But it still somehow stressed him out a lot.

"Good afternoon Mark!" Seokjin chirped from behind the counter. Mark sent a smile to the older male before walking to a set of bookshelves, located on one side of the small coffee shop.

After minutes of scanning through shelves he finally found the right book. He pulled it from its place and walked to his favourite table (one closest to the corner of the room, in front of the floor to ceiling windows).

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It had been an hour since he'd arrived. He'd finished his chosen book from before so Mark now sat silently reading another he'd started recently.

He was happy he picked it because it was an amazing book. Unimaginable adventures, friendships and of course a love story. Something different after weeks of reading typical romance novels.

The blonde was pulled out of a sudden plot twist when there was a small tap on his shoulder. Mark threw a few curses around, in his head, to the person that had disturbed him before raising (and turning) his head to see who it was.

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