It was a horrible day. Actually, it was a horrible date. Mark and BamBam was sitting at the park, talking about random things that happened in their life when BamBam suddenly felt something hit him. It was more like, dizziness. His dizziness blurred his vision, until his vision turned black.

“BamBam? Hey, BamBam!” Mark shook BamBam as he realized that he was laying in the ground just when he wanted to tell him about the time he had his first strawberry ice cream.

Mark’s heart race, what had happen? With all his might he carried BamBam to the nearest hospital.

“It was the infection,” said the doctor, “why don’t he got a surgery before?”

Well, let us see what happened before.

“Is the one that you cut open my skin and take out some stuff?” asked BamBam, eyes wide open.

“Emm… yes.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I AM NOT GOING IN THERE AND I AM NOT TAKING A SURGERY!! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I DON’T WANT TO DIEEEEE !!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

In the middle of the screaming, the doctor suggested about the medicine that could help to reduce the bacteria and the pain and Mark agreed.

“Sorry but at first it didn’t look that bad,” lied Mark.

Well, there goes Mark’s money. He needed to help to pay BamBam’s surgery fee since his father was totally useless. Good thing that the hospital was kind enough to give them time to pay without interest after BamBam told them his sad life story. Mark thought a lot on how he would want to pay for it. BamBam needed to stay in the hospital. He barely walked and screamed every time someone touched him. He peed in a bottle because he was just in so much pain after the surgery.

“So, do you think I should work at that coffee shop?” asked Mark on the phone with the sick BamBam.

“Baby, I told you. I got this when I feel better. My dad have a whole lot of money and he got nothing but weed. It’s ok, I will pay for it.”

“Ok sweetie,” Mark sigh, “happy resting.”

Mark hung up and went on Skype next.

“Guys, I want to earn money. What should I do?”

“You can work at my house,” replied Youngjae.

“What?”

After 3 hours of debating with Youngjae and Yugyeom in one chat room, Mark decided to open his own Dance tuition.  Avenue in Yugyeom’s personal dance room that is enough for 20 people to dance that is located beside house so people don’t need to come inside his house to go to the dance room.

The news about Mark’s dance tuition was all over the neighborhood. There was a lot of entries from children from many ages. I mean, who wouldn’t like a handsome, talented, kind hearted and single *wink wink* dance teacher.

On the first day of registration, many familiar faces from the neighborhood signed up. He greeted parents of little kids that he knew and even recognized some familiar faces from school. Even though most of them are girls, Mark still accepted them happily, happy to not be a complete stranger.

It was 3 weeks after the registration. Mark was doing well with his teaching. His students was mostly talented and cooperated a lot with him. With a little bit help from Yugyeom, everything was just right. On one faithful day, Mark was done with his class on Friday. He was packing his stuff when someone knocked on the door. He opened the door to realize that it was a woman, a beautiful woman. Even though she was old and had wrinkles on her forehead, her smile was warm and bright, which look familiar.

“Hey, is this Mark’s Dance Tuition Centre?” The woman asked politely.

“Yes, it is,”

“Ah! You must be Mark Tuan!” The woman said smiling, “my son would want to tuition here. Is there still space for more students?”

“Of course!” Mark replied, “don’t worry, there is still plenty of space for more students.”

“Thank goodness!” The woman clapped happily, “I was worried back there that my son wouldn’t get the spot after I saw how many people have signed up. You are a really popular guy you know.”

“Emm, thank you.” Blushed Mark.

“Anyway, where should I register my son? He really need improvements on his dancing you know.”

Mark took out a paper and handed to the woman.

“Thank you,” the woman smiled, “Hey! Junior! Come here and fill in this form by yourself!”

Junior?

The same cute boy came out. He was still wearing the school’s pants but he changed his shirt. He wore a similar round glasses that he wore 3 years ago, when Mark first saw him. His face was red, probably from the cold so Mark let both his mother and Junior in. Junior remained quiet as he filled in the form while his mom asked a lot of questions about the tuition. After they were done, Junior and his mother thanked him and went back home. Mark stared at the registration form that Junior filled earlier.

Was it true? Will he going to meet Mark every week now?