Mark...
A voice was calling my name.
Mark... Up...
When I tried opening my eyes, I could see a faint light.
Mark... Wake up...
I could feel myself being moved and being shook, but I couldn't seem to feel my body.
Mark...
My eyes kept opening and closing, and I could see silhouettes. I could also hear sirens wailing, but it was faint.
Mark... Wake up...
The voice seemed to sound shrill and worried, but it was also faint. I couldn't figure out whom it belonged to.
Mark... Wake... Up...
And then everything was black again.
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My eyes slowly opened, a warm light greeting me. Everything was a bit bleary, but I managed to adjust to the low brightness.
"Mark."
A voice called my name. When I looked to where the voice came from, I saw a familiar woman on my right side.
"Aunt..." I barely managed to say in a whisper.
My eyes roamed around the room, and I realized that I was in the hospital.
Aunt Yeoreum held my hand with her right hand while the other caressed my head.
"What... happened...?" I asked weakly.
"You had an accident." A man's voice, whom I assume was Uncle Minseok's, said.
I slowly looked to my left, and sure enough, Uncle Minseok was there.
"You hit a lamppost while you were driving your motorbike." Aunt Yeoreum explained.
When I looked around again, I saw four other people on a couch nearby, sleeping.
It was my friends.
I tried remembering what happened, and fortunately enough, I did. I remembered the night of the accident, I was on my way home.
"Are... you... mad?" I managed to ask.
"No, no. We're not mad. You're alive and you're okay. That's what matters." Aunt Yeoreum answered softly.
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At the End of Summer || Mark Lee (NCT)
FanfictionMark Lee is the resident bad boy and a well-known bully at school. But despite his rebellious façade, many girls still fall for him. He doesn't, however, fall in love with anyone because he believes he's just not capable of loving someone. Or so he...
