A Deal It Is, Mark Tuan

Day 4 - Sick.. !

Mark huffed, leaning his head on his hands, bored to death as the teacher talked about whatever. His phone rang noisily as the class jumped at his ringtone.

"GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS THEY LOVE ME."

Mark sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. The teacher shot an fiery glare at him but Mark paid no attention as he slid his thumb across the screen, picking up the call without checking the caller's ID.

"Yobseyo?" He slurred.

A girl whined over the line and weakly said, "Oppa, I'm sick.. Get me some chocolates..."

He sighed and ran a hand through his bright red hair. "Yah, Yoon Bora-"

"Mr Tuan, if you'd like to talk on your phone, please leave the classroom and not disturb the students who want to learn." The teacher stated.

Mark snorted at the teacher and slammed his hand on the table. "Yah, do you even notice what the students have been doing? We all don't really care about this subject since it won't help us in the future so stop trying so hard."

The teacher blinked blankly as Mark stood up and left the classroom, girls swooning over his 'Cool-ness'.

Once he left the classroom, he held the phone up to his ear and raised his voice. "Yah! Yoon Bora! You know I'm still in class right?!"

He heard a unlady like snort over the phone. "I heard you just leave the classroom. Now go get me some chocolates. You're my slave." She ordered.

Mark scoffed and hung up, telling himself not to go to the nearest convenient store and get white chocolate for his pretend girlfriend. As he continued arguing in his head, he took out some cash and handed it to the cashier-

"Bwo?!" He shouted, scaring the cashier lady who was trying her best to flirt with him.

"When did I get here?!" He shouted at her.

She jumped again and stuttered a reply. "About.. T-two minutes ago, s-sir."

He slapped himself on the head and paid for the chocolates anyway.

Aish, so troublesome.

He left the store grumbling under his breath as he sloppily made his way over to Bora's house.

"That girl will be the death of me." He muttered under his breath.
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Bora was snuggled up in mountains of blanket as she sat crossed-legged on the couch, eyes tearing as she watched 'The Master's Sun'.

She gasped, another tear rolled down her cheek as the CEO in the drama got stabbed. She sobbed uncontrollably, brushing away her tears with her already soaked blankets.

'Gwenchana?' He gulped.

'N-Ne-'

"YAH! YOON BORA!"

She paused for a moment and waited for that deep voice to call out to her again.

"BORA!"

She gasped and jumped out of her mini blanket fortress, tripping and falling forwards onto her gray furry carpet. She groaned in pain and flipped over, rubbing her chin as she pouted.

"Coming!" She shouted.

Mark sighed as he leaned against a white pillar. "This girl, really.."

The door shot open and a pale, pink-nosed Bora stood there in a large white turtle-neck sweater, black leggings and high ponytail. Mark cringed at the sight and shoved her aside so he could enter.

"Yah, how could you do this? A guy is coming over at least look decent." He scoffed.

Bora rolled her eyes and shot back a reply. "I don't have to look decent for you. It's not worth it at all."

Mark felt his heart clench but he ignored it and tossed the chocolates onto the glass dining table next to him. Bora then slouched and released a long sigh, sneezing right after.

"Are you cold?" Mark questioned, turning around and tilted his head in confusion.

Bora shook her head and stuck out her bottom lip. "I'm fine."

Mark snorted and strolled over to her large couch. "What every girl says."

She skipped over to retrieve her chocolates and smiled happily into the plastic bag, pushing her hand in as she wiggled her fingers. Mark had bought almost all of the white chocolates you could find at a simple convenient store and her heart fluttered, even though Mark was a huge douchbag. Sometimes..

She pulled her hand out, her fingers grabbing tightly on whatever white chocolate she managed to get her grip on and dashed towards the couch, slumping over Mark's shoulders and kissing his cheek.

Mark jumped slightly and tilted his head upwards, his nose brushing against hers. His cheeks flushed as he blinked at her shining eyes.

"Oppa! Thank you for the chocolates!" She smiled.

Mark's heart raced as their eyes stayed connected and he couldn't help but smile back at her dreamily, his eyes drooping in adoration. Bora's smile widened, noticing his dreamlike state and took the chance to land a chaste kiss on his nose.

Mark's cheeks reddened but he could care less. Bora's face was inches from his and all he wanted to do was to just lean up and -

"Unnie? Oh." A famaliar voice paused for a moment and let out a giggle.

Mark tilted his head in the direction of the smooth voice and nearly choked on his spot when he saw Soyou, one of his exes that swore to get revenge on him. He shot of the couch and backed away, not wanting to be anywhere near her.

"Oppa~" she cooed.

Mark gulped as beads of sweat formed at his temples.

Oh no.

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Short? Idk. I had no feels. Oops...