[C] someone like you ➹ marksé

10

the next day, after work.

mark went inside the guest room just to fix anything he needs, turn out he found rosé's bag on the floor beside the door.

"huh? this must be her bag" he talked to himself and decided to text rosé.

since it's time for dinner, mark went to his kitchen to cook first while also waiting for rosé to come.

15 minutes passed and he just finished cooking kimchi fried rice when his doorbell rang.

mark frowned. "is it her? that's fast" he immediately turned off his stove before heading to the door.

he was greeted with unexpected people the moment he opened the door. there were his parents from los angeles right in front of him now. mark couldn't handle his self with the smile and happiness he experiencing now.

"mom, dad!" he abruptly hugged the two beloved in his arms. "surprise!" papa tuan hugged his son lovingly.

"you guys should tell me first that you're coming" mark said while breaking the hug. he then opened the door widely to let his parents get in.

"why? so then you can invite your girlfriend over?" his father teased. "dad.." mark said in whining tone while closing the door.

"just kidding, son! but if you have one, don't be shy to introduce her to us" papa tuan teasingly winked at him.

"I smelled something nice in the kitchen!" mama tuan said out of the blue then walked towards the kitchen, leaving the two men in the living room.

"make yourself at home" mark told his father before he followed his mother to the kitchen. "I made kimchi fried chicken! you have to try it"

mark kinda forgot that rosé was actually coming to his house now. he's too busy cooking with his mother until his doorbell rang again that night.

tinggg

a realization hit him.

' oh shot! rosé'

rosé that was standing behind the door wait patiently for the door to open after she rang the doorbell 2 times.

not long after that, the door opened.

"sorry if I keep you waiting--" rosé immediately stopped talking when the one that opened the door was not mark. she blinked a few times and rubbed her nape awkwardly.

"this is mark tuan unit, right? " she asked the old man in front of her. deep inside, she cursed herself.

' what the heck. don't tell me this is not his unit. last time I check he live in unit number 115 '

"hey rosé!" a voice called from inside, blocking papa tuan that was about to answer her question before. she also recognized the voice belongs to mark.