Falling for Mark Tuan | (Sequel) | Markson

Chapter 4 | Worst day of my life

It's been 9 days since my first Sociology class and probably the worst Fridays I've ever experienced.

Why?

1. I don't have class today.
2. Every single one of my friends are in class today.
3. I don't have many friends.
4. I got lost twice, and when I tried to find my way back, I got lost again.
5. I saw Jackson every time I was lost.
6. I went to the store and they were out of ramen (probably Wonho).
7. Mum is visiting her friend who lives 5 hours away.
8. I locked my room key inside my room.
9. Jinyoung doesn't finish class for another hour.
10. I'm trying to find someone I know but it's raining and I'm freezing.
11. I'm soaking wet and I have no fresh clothes because I'm locked outside of my room.
12. I can feel a cold coming on.
13. I left my phone inside the room because I was too busy thinking about ramen I was going to purchase from the store.

That is 13 reasons why today is possibly the worst day of my life.

I could go to the office, except they aren't open at the moment because it's their break time.

It's 1:10 and their eating lunch?

So I figured shivering inside the Hall would be better than staying outside in the freezing rain. I know I'm going to be sick tomorrow, I can feel it. My throat is itching, my body temperature is ridiculously high, my nose is on the verge of running and all I can think about is food.

Hot ramen would be so nice right now.

Once again, myself, Mark Tuan, thought too soon.

1:20

"Hey man, you alright?" Someone next to me spoke, I didn't even bother lifting my eyes.
"Yeah. I'm f-fine," I stuttered, wiping my nose of the fluid dripping from it.

This isn't how I wanted to spend my Friday.

"Mark? What are you- why are you soaked?"
"How d-do y-you-" I started, looking up at the boy, now beside me. "Kevin?"
"Yes, it's me. Sociology class. Why aren't you covered in a towel... or something?"
"I l-locked mys-self outside of-f my room," I shivered, desperately trying to gain some sort of warmth from myself.
"Mark, I've got to go meet my Dad, but I'll make sure my friend comes to look after you," Kevin rushed, pulling out his phone and jogging towards the exit before I had a chance to protest.

1:35

I could officially say I was sick, I felt myself slowly drift in and out of consciousness because my forehead was on fire, yet I felt so cold.

Another 5 minutes went by, until finally...

"Holy- come here," Kevin's friend said, lifting me from the seat and wrapping his arm around my waist to support me, "do you think you could make it to my room?"

I simply nodded, too spaced out to even talk, heck, I couldn't even see what the boy looked like.

It didn't take long to get to his room, mostly because he gave up as soon as we got out of the Hall and threw me over his shoulder.

My Hero.

"Are you conscious enough to take a hot shower?"

I shook my head, no.

"Okay, get out of those clothes and lay down on my bed, it's the one on the left," he ordered, sorting through his wardrobe before pulling out some fresh clothes and a towel, "wear these, the bathroom is to your right."