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Where is Mark! I chewed my upper lip in nervousness, walking down the busy street. NCT 127 was currently on a North American tour. Going from Mexico City to Vancouver. The tour was very successful. Twenty-two out of the thirty shows were sold old. A few hours ago, we were on the tour bus on our way to Vancouver from California. It was a long drive, and we were a few miles from the Canadian border. Our manager decided to pull over and let us stretch our legs. All of us were split up into different groups. Each group had a fluent English speaker.
Johnny, Taeil, Yuta, Jungwoo.
Jaehyun, Haechan, Doyoung.
And that left Mark, and I left. We managed to find a strip mall, and today must have been a busy day. So many people were out. Luckily I was able to find a bench. I took out my cell phone and called Mark.
But it went straight to voicemail every time. I was getting nervous. Every leader's worst nightmare is losing a member in a foreign country. Especially when I don't speak the native language. I could already hear the scolding from the manager when he found out. Although honestly, the only thing to make this situation worse right now is if someone figured out who I was. I had a face mask on and dark shades on. But I knew dedicated Nctzens would be able to figure out who I was quick. Whenever I made eye contact with anyone, I immediately looked at the ground.
Ugh, where is Mark?
Multiple times I sent his phone my location. Maybe he was looking for me too? I started to pace back and forth in front of the bench. My arms were tucked inside my pocket. However, I stopped walking when I heard a voice.
"Hello. Is anyone sitting here?" His accent was different from Americans. She sounded like Mark when he spoke English.
I nodded my head. Not genuinely knowing if she was a fan or not. I was determined not to reveal my identity.
"Thank you." She removed the mini bookbag off of her shoulders. She must be a university student. No point in denying it. She was a looker. Her almond-shaped eyes caught my attention.
"Are you a student too?" She spoke to me. Still not entirely taking a good look at me. In a sudden panic, I talked to her in broken English.
"Me, no student," I said very slowly, hoping she understood me. I immediately felt embarrassed by my little English skills. Where was Mark when I needed him? That must have alarmed her because she quickly lifted her head.
Not to bring any more suspicion, I raised my face mask higher on my face."Oh, are you a tourist?" She conversed in hangul. I wasn't fast enough to stop my body from the jerk I did.
"Wah!" My eyes widened. "Your Korean is so good." I wanted to slap myself. Why was I still speaking English to her?
"Yeah, it's a part of my degree. I want to be a translator."I clicked my tongue at her explanation. I wonder how many languages she knows.
