TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 65

"You're pretty."

"You're a flirt."

"You're gorgeous."

"You're a dork."

"You're beautiful."

"You're excessive."

"You're sexy."

I stare at Mark blankly and roll my eyes. He chuckles and pulls me to him as he locks his fingers at my back. I look up at him and smile. I tug at a lock of his newly dyed hair and smile.

"I like it," I say dreamily as I look into his eyes. He admires my own hair and looks into my own eyes.

"Me too," he smiles. "Come, let's go to your place before we pick up Miguel."

"We?!" I ask with a raised brow. He pouts childishly and I chuckle.

"Hyung," we hear Bambam call from the back and we instantly separate and look in his direction. He looks between us and smiles completely oblivious. "You look great, Noona!"

"Thank you, so do you. What made you go red?" I ask as he approaches us. I do the same as I did to Mark and feel Bambam's hair.

"Just felt like it. Is it weird?" he asks running a hand through his own hair slightly unsure.

"It looks good, don't worry," I reassure him.

"Let's take a picture!" Bambam smiles and pulls out his phone. Mark and I shrug and take a picture with him. We take a normal one, a goofy one, and a serious one.

"You better not post any of that," I warn him.

"Don't worry. I'll just send it to the others for them to see," he waves as he turns his focus onto his phone.

"So your place?" Mark asks quietly.

"Do you really think that's appropriate? What about," I nod my head towards Bambam.

"It'll be fine," he says patting my shoulder.

"Should we head back?" Bambam asks looking at himself at one of the salon mirrors. "I want to get something to eat."

"I was planning on taking Chris home first," Mark says. I glance at him and then return my focus on Bambam.

"Already? You can come with us!" Bambam urges. "We can all have lunch and see the guys at the building. Oh, Noona, did you know we're moving?"

"You are?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, we got a new dorm and the company is moving too!" Bambam says excitedly.

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" I clap. "I guess they found out that they can get enough money to spoil their artists and expand themselves."

"I wouldn't say spoil, but it definitely is a big move on the administration part," Mark comments. "We'll pass on the meal, Bambam. I'll take her back so she can rest before picking Miguel up."

"Alright, I'll meet you at the company building," Bambam says patting Mark's shoulder. Bambam leaves with one of their managers and waves bye. "I'll see you again, Noona!"

"Bye, Bambam! See you soon!" I wave. Once he leaves, Mark and I are left at the salon. I look over at the mirror once more and pull my hair to the front. I look at it and try to get use to it.

"I really like it," Mark says.

"Well, you picked it. You better like it," I tell him. He chuckles and nods. He stand behind me and we look at the mirror. It reflects the image of us together and I smile. "Let's take a picture?"