Jizzy's POV
Mark had left my apartment leaving me to get dressed to meet him at... did he say 6 PM? I glanced at the clock and saw I had about twenty minutes. I quickly showered and threw on some clothes and suddenly I remembered something crucial.
I ran back to where I'd discarded the note Mark had given me, the one in which he'd asked me for coffee, and read it over again.
"heyyy me & u at 6 tonite at coffee shop hahahaha check yes or no"
The donut had forgotten to tell me which coffee shop it was. I slapped my forehead. How would I meet up with him now? Smh this is just great. I decide to take my chances and just go to the first coffee shop I find. Because that's a totally viable option. Would be 100% successful for sure.
With that, I walk into the first coffee shop I see. What do you know. There he is. That actually worked, wow. He's wearing a neon shirt paired with glow-in-the-dark shoes. You'd think as a celebrity one would not want to be spotted in public but Mark is either entirely clueless or he just doesn't care.
"Hey Mark," I say going up to him.
"Hey Jizz!" (JIZZ AHAHAHHAHA WHY DID WE DECIDE HER NAME WOULD BE JIZZY THIS ISNT WORKING OUT )
"I had trouble finding you," I say sarcastically.
"Really? I wore this so you'd be able to see me." He picked at his shirt.
This guy.....
"Right," I muttered. "By the way, next time you leave notes for people when you ask them out, remember to jot down the address you want to meet at."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"So anyways, I overheard you saying you wanted to be friends with us," he said.
We chatted for a while. He got to know about how I studied at a prestigious university and worked my entire life to get to Korea and work at SM and I got to know how many pairs of underwear Haechan owned. Idek how the conversation got to that.
"Not that I counted or anything," Mwork says, drinking some of his lemon iced tea.
Huh? "Wanna hear a joke?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Sure."
"What do you call a melon filled with water?" I say.
"I don't know. What do you call it?" he said.
"Um... I mean, it's fairly obvious...."
He frowns, looking genuinely curious. "I don't get it..."
"... You don't know what it is?"
"No....."
I gape at him. "A watermelon?"
His face remains neutral and then suddenly he starts laughing. "Oh haahahahahahahhahaahahahahahahhahahaha"
It's been five minutes and he's still laughing.
I guess it's kinda adorable so I reach out for a high-five but he's laughing so hard he doesn't see it. He left me hanging :(
"I don't know why but thinking about watermelons reminds me of the time I set a kitchen on fire. Good times," he said leaning back on his chair.
Is this guy ok?
Suddenly, my phone rings, the name "Jongho" flashing on the screen. I hit deny but he calls me again. So I decline the call again. But he keeps calling. Omg what is his problem??
"I'm sorry, I've got to take this," I tell Mark when my phone rings yet again disrupting Mark's story of the time when he got drunk.
"Aw come on, I was getting to the best part." He pouts.
I apologize as I step outside to take the call.
"Jongho you basket, what do you want?" I hiss into my phone.
"I WANT FRIENDS."
I end the call.
I walk back inside the cafe and tell Mark it's late and we should head home. He agrees and pulls me in for a hug. Awww he's so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I thank him for his time and we go our own ways.
Jongho's POV
I watch Mark and Jizz pull back from the hug and part ways from behind a streetlight. I can't believe Jizzy is cheating on Hachan! After all they've been through too! I have to tell Haechaan about this. She won't get away with this absolutely disgusting behavior! Haechan is such a nice guy, he doesn't deserve this.
Mark and Jizzy cannot be together!!!!!! I need to stop this.
While I'm busy pondering over my evil scheme I notice something out of the corner of my eye. OMG. I rub my eyes. ITS MY CAR. I watch as it drives out of my sight. Yo I swear whoever stole my car is sOOOO gonna pay for it. Like that's totally not cool.
I mean, would YOU be happy using the public transport as a means of getting around? I don't think so. It sucks. It's so crowded and the other day a grandma sat on me. She didn't even realize someone (me) was sitting there. Legit I'm so mad. I don't deserve this :C
Jessica's POV
I fly back home and am about to enter my house when someone's hand reaches out from behind me and opens the door for me.
I turn around and see Jargon. I take a peek at my watch and it reads 11:66 PM. Wait no--12:06 AM. Yeah, that's right. it's not that I can't tell the time it's the fact that ITS PRETTY LATE IN THE NIGHT AND I REALLY WANT TO HIT THE SACK BUT THIS IDIOT NEIGHBOR OF MINE THINKS RIGHT NOW WOULD BE THE PERFECT TIME TO SOCIALIZE AND SO:
"What do you want?" I ask.
"OMG SO LIKE I BOUGHT U A GIFT." She hands me a beautiful box with pictures of Ferrero Rocher's on it, which gets me excited as it's my favorite chocolate. I eagerly open it only to find it's empty.
"Yo wat"
"AHAHAHAHA ISSA PRANK CHILL OUT SKSKSK GOTCHA AHAHHAHASKSKSKSK." SHe laughs in my face and points directly at it.
"That was pretty cruel."
"BAHAHAHAHA SOZ M8. So anyways I saw Mark Lee from NCT was over here a few hours back. I'm assuming you went on a date with him?" She blinks at me but with one eye.
"I mean I guess idek like it just sorta happened u know like how things just happen so we somehow ended up at a coffee shop and had tea which is ironic because we were at a coffee shop. Where was I going with this?" I rambled.
"OOOOOHHHH MAGAD. What was he like???"
"Really sweet & SO CUTE ngl like he was just a gentleman but um not to be rude or anything but it's pretty late so could u kindly pls leave me alone?"
"WOw rude much," she rolls her eyes. "Whatever I'll just drag the information out of you later. I guess you can sleep now."
"Thanks." She leaves and I go to lock my door but--"WTH ARE U SERIOUS??!" THE PUMPKIN STOLE MY DOORKNOB. WHEN DID SHE EVEN GET TIME TO DO THAT?!?!? "COME BACK HERE U ROTTEN KEYCHAIN!!!!!!!!"
She didn't.
Too weary to care about any of this I plop down on my bed. Just before I conk out my phone lights up with a message. The words "Stay away from him" are written underneath a picture of me and Mark hugging.
"I'm too tired to deal with this," I mumble before shooting a text back.
"No u."
