I blame the moon | nct mark lee ff

3 : not together-together

I WAS WOKEN UP BY the sun streaming in through my windows. I sat up, stretching and checked my phone to see it was 7:47, i only had to leave the house at 10:00 because my first class today was at 11:00.

I yawned and got out of bed, cringing when my feet hit the cold floor. I turned on the heater and went to the bathroom to get ready.

After showering I changed into my beige cargo pants and pink hoodie.

Seeing as it was only 8:30 I went into the kitchen to make something to eat. After I ate it was 9:10,
so I decided to head out. I grabbed my bag with my textbooks plus laptop and left.

As I was walking towards the elevator I got a notification on my phone about a package I had received. I was confused because I hadn't ordered anything but nevertheless I went into the lobby to go get it.

I was half-hoping I would see mark in there again, but he wasn't there, just a man who looked slightly older than me.

I bowed and pressed the button to go down. I put my phone away, went to the front desk and collected my package.

I still had enough time to make it to school so I thanked the lady, grabbed the box and headed back to the apartment to open it.

When I got inside and closed the door behind me, I grabbed the scissors and opened the box with caution.

There was a piece of paper on top and I read it, starting to tear up, realizing how much I actually missed my family. It was a care package from my older brother, who was working in America.

I smiled at everything he put in there and the note that reminded me to eat and sleep well.

I wiped away my tears and looked at the clock to see that it was 9:45 and I had to leave soon.

I put the box away in the kitchen, went to the bathroom to make sure I still looked okay after crying, and went back down to go to school.

Once I left the building I took a deep breath and put in my earphones, starting my daily walk to the train station. Once I got to school it was 10:23 and I checked my schedule to see my first class was art history. I walked to the front desk and got
directions to the correct building.

When I walked into the lecture hall I looked around for an empty seat. I walked towards the front when I heard someone calling my name.
I turned around and furrowed my brows, confused as to who was calling me.

My eyes landed on mark, who was sitting in the upper back corner with a couple of other guys. He waved me over and I sighed to myself, because i didn't want to sit in the
back, but It was better than sitting alone so I walked over to where he was.

He stood up as I got closer and the guys he was with looked confused and I looked up at him. I noticed that he was not that much taller than me, but tall enough that I had to look up to talk to him.

"Mark? I didn't know you did art." I said, confused.

He moved his school bag from the seat next to him and gestured for me to sit there.

"um yeah, I didn't know you did art either?"

"well it's not my major but yeah. Here I am" I said, popping the p as I sat down.

He sat down next to me and I looked at him, then looked over at the guys he was talking to. He followed my line of sight and came to a realization.

"Oh! Sorry haha, these are my friendssss," he said, dragging out the s.

I laughed and smiled at them, bowing my head and said, "hello, I'm Nayoung, nice to meet you."

They all looked surprised at my Korean and I gave a small smile and looked at Mark, and he laughed a little.