Admirer

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Mark came home after a hard day at work. It was Christmas tomorrow, and he didn't have anything planned. Like always. He had been single since college, wich was like four years ago.

He wasn't lonely, but every friend he had was in a relationship. His best friend Kunpimook was in a relationship with an adorable boy named Yugyeom and his other best friend Youngjae had a boyfriend named Jaebum.

It was unfair. The couples would probaly spend their Christmas together and with that they would leave Mark alone. Like always.

He looked outside of the window. There was a thin layer of snow and the street lanterns were shining dim. He saw a shadow walking down the streets, not caring who or what it was.

The red head made some food for himself to enoy while starting up his laptop. Tonight would be another round of watching sherlock. He was finally done and settled when his doorbell rang.

He slowly got up from his comfortable seat and brought himself to the door. When he opened it, there was no one. Only a dandelion on the floor with a postcard.

"Dear beautiful boy,
I always see you walking down the street. With your red flaming hair, with your slim body and with those beautiful lips I want to kiss.
I may not know you personally, and I know I shouldn't fall in love with looks, but I did. You are just too beautiful to be real. The way you walk like you're ruiling the world and the way you flip your hair..
I just seem to love everything you do and I decided to tell you with this flower. I hope you like it.
-your secret admirer."

And honestly, Mark had never read something so beautiful yet creepy. He had an admirer wich makes him really happy but he didn't know who it was. That's where they are secret for.

He really wanted to know who this someone was. Their words were sweet and heated up his own cheeks. Mark looked outside again, searching for a strange shadow wich he didn't saw.

He slipped on his shoes and put on the first hoodie he saw. He picked his keys and walked outside after locking his door. He would find his secret admirer.

He heard how a few sticks broke underneath his weight when he entered his garden. He was too lazy to clean it up. But he heard more than only that.

He heard someone breathing, someone else then himself. He called for them.

A shadow moved. A body walked out of the bushes. It was a man around his own height and probaly around his own age too.

They greeted each other and exchanged names. The admirer his name was Jackson. The younger  was really handsome. He had black locks and a tanned skin. You could see his muscles underneath the shirt he was wearing.

Mark invited him over because it was cold outside and Jackson wasn't wearing a jacket. Jackson, ofcourse, agreed to it. He wanted to know this beautiful boy better.

They entered the house and ate the food Mark had prepared for himself. It wasn't enough for the two boys, but they didn't really mind. They watched an episode of sherlock, Mark his all-time favourite serie and Jackson his new-found favourite.

They talked about themselves, about their friends and about their lives. They figured out they had a lot in common.

After a while of talking, laughing, chuckles and cuddles Mark brought up the flower. He felt how Jackson froze next to him. Mark told him not to be ashamed of it and how he liked it. How he began to like Jackson.