"here you go honey." aria, freyas adoptive mother, smiled as she placed a white steaming mug in front of mark. he accepted it with a thankful smile, looking inside the mug to find that it was filled with tea.
"so mark... you said you work with nct?" heyeon spoke, raising an eyebrow at the boy who looked nothing but nervous. who wouldn't be? this man was gigantic, not to mention he looked more intimidating than taeyong. that was truly saying something.
"i'm co leader of the whole group and the leader of the dream unit sir." mark nodded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. freya chuckled, helping aria make the food she was making.
in the short period of time she's spent with mark she's never seen him this nervous. not when they went on a mission, not when they had a meeting, and not even when chenle was kidnapped.
"he's like me papa. he's pretty good, not better than me of course but good." the girl said boastfully, turning around to stick her tongue out at mark who watched her with minor shock.
"ah our freya can be quite straight forward. i'm sorry if you've ever encountered her bluntness." aria sighed, shaking her head at the girl. mark let out a small laugh, cupping his hands around the mug.
"i think the first meeting nct had with bts and txt we realized she didn't really have a filter." he mused, thinking back on the meeting they had that night.
"she gets it from papa." a quiet voice sounded, causing them all to turn in the direction of the sound. "there's my favorite emo!" freya gasped, moving immediately to put her arm around the girl.
"i like your hair." mark said with a smile. the girl had black hair with chunky electro purple highlights. she turned to mark, straight faced as she nodded.
"thanks." she said monotoned, sitting at the island where freya was making sauce for noodles. "fidanzato? Pensavo fossi meglio allora." lola sighed, shaking her head.
translation: boyfriend? i thought you were better then this
"you really expect me of all people to get a boyfriend? let alone this one of all people? he wishes." the older disagreed, turning around to place the sauce next to the stove. "he's just some pastors son from canada, leave him to the white girls at your private school."
mark coughed, almost choking on his tea which he could finally drink. "hey! i'm literally a mafia leader, you make it sound like i'm some white foreigner" he glared at the girl, earning a scoff.
"okay Canada."
no banner for this shit chapter <3
