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Chapter 8: Danger

The memory of my legs sent me walking. I had tears streaming down my face. I was mad. I felt SO mad. This isn't how its supposed to end. Seriously? How can he just...say those shitty words? Does he even think? Heck, does he even have a brain?

My pair of tired legs took me to the plaza. I kept my head down to avoid getting recognized. Stupid, forgot the damn mask. I huffed as I randomly walked around. "At least I'm not as stupid as Jungkook. That shit head. Did he even came after me?" I muttered to myself, glancing behind me to check, only to find myself bumping into someone.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" I rubbed my head as I bowed in apology. Oh my gosh can I get any more stupid.

"Its okay, I was the one who --- y/n?"

I looked up and stared into his eyes.

Oh, no.

"......Mark?" I heard myself stutter. (a/n: sue me :) )

"Hey! Its been a while since I've seen you!" Mark shone his usual bright smile and pulled me into a hug awkwardly, "How long has it been? More than 5 years, wow."

I was stunned. Why is he here? He shouldn't be here. Why him, out of all of the people in this world—

Mark pulled away and looked at me from head to toe, "You've grown so much! Look how tall you are now," He patted my head with a chuckle.

"Th—thanks...?"

Mark was my high school crush. Back in America.

It wasn't sunshine and flowers. If anything, it's the exact opposite.

"Oh I heard about your career, you're a singer in a band right?"

"Yeah... or not..."

"Why? Did something happen? Did they kick you out?"

I was surprised that he knew, until I saw his cheeky laugh and I knew it was a joke.

"No, its not that... Its just, uh, its not important. Kinda complicated."

This awkwardness has to stop. I mean its awkward for me, but why does he seemed not bothered? Is it possible he... forgot?

"Ah... the life of a star," he sighed but smiled, "hey can I have your number? Kinda lost it when I changed my phone."

"Huh? Um... y-yeah I guess..."

I fumbled for my phone and sighed. I forgot to bring my phone. Great job, y/n. I had no choice but to tell him my number verbally.

"Thanks! Now I wont loose you again." He winked and smile.

He remembers.

Loose me? You were the one who left. You didn't loose anything.

I lost you.

My emotions were barely stable. With Mark standing in front of me, memories of a broken heart came flooding in. I bit my tongue to hold back my tears.

Why are you here, Mark? Why—

"Y/N!"

I turned around to find an extremely worried Jungkook. He ran to me an stood by my side. My sadness turned back into the anger I had towards him.

"You okay? Are you hurt?" he glanced at Mark, "who is he? Did he harass you?

"Leave." I said with a glare, hearing my own voice tremble.

"Who's this guy?" Mark nudged his head towards Jungkook.

"Its none of your damn—"

"He's just a friend." I said quickly, shutting Jungkook's words.