Everyone ran over to Yoojin, bombarding her with millions of question, she tried to answer each and every one of them; she wanted to tell everyone that she was fine, but whenever she opened she was interrupted. She noticed Mark slipped away from them and already making his way out of the park. She though back to what he did earlier, how he nearly saved her.

 She was confused of the guy, sometimes he would to death, sometimes he would even pretend that she wasn’t even in the room and treated her like a ghost and sometimes he would be like a hero and would always save her from her troubles. Mark Tuan was sure bipolar.
 

“MARK!” she yelled out making everyone quiet and turned to the guy that was away from them. He looked over his shoulders, waiting to what she’s got to say. “G-G-Gomawo…” Yoojin said quietly. Mark nod his head once and continued to walk.

Bambam looked from his two best-friends, looking back and forth, he noticed their friendship has gotten better from this past months; they were close to each other. But something bothered him, he wanted this to happen from the very beginning, he wanted his crush and his best-friend to get along with each other than pull each other’s hair, but why does he hate it? Why does he hate the fact that they are nice to each other? Why does he hate the fact that they are getting along? Why does he hate it so much when the person that saved Yoojin was Mark? Why does it anger him when Mark held her to his body so tightly and securely? He knew he was jealous, but the question that was itching to be answered was; on whom? Who exactly was he jealous of?

Yoojin’s POV:

I watched as they all got onto their ride home, waving and smiling at each and every one, wishing them a safe ride home. “So your waiting for your ride right?” Jr asked.

 I nodded, I lied about that though. I lied that my ride will be a little bit later than the others so they won’t suspect anything, fortunately they believed me. “Take care Jinnie, see ya tomorrow yeah?” Bambam kissed my forehead before hopping behind JB.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” JB questioned me, “yep, I’m alright. No broken bones or anything. See I’m still beautiful as ever” I gave a little twirl making JB laugh, “okay okay. We’ll see each other at school then?” JB started the motorbike and rode off to the main road not forgetting to beep as a sign of goodbye. The others followed the two, beeping their own horns at me. I checked to see if everyone was gone before making my way to the mansion.

I decided to go to the back of the mansion, wanting to see more of the backyard. I was surprised that I didn’t go here earlier, it was such a beautiful view, more beautiful that the garden at the front. I spotted a little swing near the dolphin water fountain and sat on it.

Swinging myself back and forth, enjoying the breeze as it blew against my skin and hair. I closed my side and tilt my body backwards. I stayed at that spot for a few minutes until I hear another creaking sound of a swing beside me. I opened my eyes and saw Mark swinging on the other one looking on the ground.

 “Mark?” Mark looked up at me, “when did you get here?” I asked. “Just a couple of minutes ago. Were you that busy swinging yourself that you didn’t even notice Seoul’s heartthrob next to you?”

 I scoffed, “Seoul’s heartthrob my ” Mark chuckled and looked forward to the water fountain. “It’s pretty” I complimented. “The backyard?” “Yeah… but mostly the fountain” I stopped myself from swinging and stood up, Mark did the same thing.

 “I’m allowed to take a closer look, right?” Mark nodded, “why not?”

We both walked to the fountain, we walked around the mini maze that was made from nicely trimmed bushes. I thought it was a cute idea actually, having a maze in your backyard; a smile on my face didn’t leave as we went through the maze. I walked ahead while Mark trailed behind.

“Oh, there are coins in it” I bent down to look more closely of the details of the fountain. “Yeah… when I was younger, I believed that this fountain can also be a wishing well. This fountain was mine alone, dolphins were something that my grandma loved and I asked umma to ask someone to build one. All the coins that you see is all thrown by me, I don’t let anyone else to throw a coin in there.  Actually I still believed that this fountain was like a wishing well… until last year… that’s when I knew, there are no such things as wishes that comes true. Things just happen, whether we like it or not we just have to live with it” Mark touched the edge of the fountain with a bitter smile on his face.

I looked at him, I didn’t know what to say, more like I don’t want to say anything, because I was scared that if I say something it will either be wrong or it might hurt Mark. I wanted to ask Mark heaps of questions ever since he cried last night, but it looked like something personal happened.

“Uh… that coin is pretty. It doesn’t look like normal coins” I pointed at the coin that was near the dolphin. “That coin… the person who threw that just found the coin” Mark told me. “Oh” I nodded, “wait you said that you’re the only one who throws the coins…”

“Uh…” Mark scratched his head, thinking of ways to answer my questions. “Forget it, it’s not my business anyway” I smiled at him before walking around the fountain, my hand on the side, touching the edge of the fountain. I stopped when I felt something that was carved on the fountain. I traced over the carving:

 M.T. + S.L. = ∞

“M.T plus S.L equals… infinity?” I read the carving, Mark heard and walked over to me and covered the carving with his hands. “M.T… Mark Tuan?” I mumbled to myself. “Is that your name on the carving?” I asked Mark who shrugged his shoulders… “So what if it is?”

 “Hmm… then S.L would be...” I tapped my cheek with my index finger as I thought; only one name was on my mind. “Could it be… Sara-ssi?” Mark bit his lip and turned me around, “hurry make dinner, I’m hungry” he told me.

Somewhat his voice seemed sad. I’m guessing it’s because I mentioned her name, something must’ve happened between the two of them. I looked up at him and he shoved me softly to the way back to the mansion.

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It was lunch and I went to my locker to put my books away. I closed it and I saw Yugyeom walking my way, “noona… where’s Bambam hyung?” he asked me. I closed my locker, that’s right, where is Bambam? I didn’t see him in my financial management class. “I don’t know Gyeom. I didn’t see him at all today” I gave Yugyeom an apologetic smile.

 “It’s okay noona… I’ll just ask the others”

 “I’ll walk with you” Yugyeom and I started to walk but I noticed that we weren’t going to way that leads to the cafeteria.

“Where are we going?” I asked him as we headed up the stairs to the 4^th floor of the school. “Didn’t you know noona? Got7 hyung and 6Mix noonas are practising for the competition that is going to be in 4 months. It’s going to be a group performance, two boy groups and two girl groups from each school in Seoul that is in the list will be competing for the first prize. We were one of the nominees to compete, along with the other 4 groups. We will hold a performance in two months and the whole school and some others will pick who will go to the real competition” Yugyeom explained to me.

“No one told me about that…” I muttered.

“Oh, mianhe noona, we were busy prepping up our music and choreography. We must’ve forgotten to tell you” Yugyeom slang his arm around me and gave me a little squeeze.

“It’s okay, I understand. You guys don’t mind if I watch you right?”

 “I’m sure the hyungs won’t mind, you could be really useful too, you could monitor us” Yugyeom opened the first heavy double door on the right, revealing the dance practise room.

 “Oh Yoojin-ah” JB and Jackson were the only ones in the room. I waved at them, “are you guys training hard?” JB nodded, “were trying to figure out a stunt or something that can make us win, but Mark isn’t here”

 “Mark hyung texted me earlier, he said that he’ll come later. He had to do something, he was held in class” Yugyeom fished out his phone and showed us the proof.

 “Ah, seriously?! In trouble again?” Jackson smirked.

 “Where are the others?” I asked.

 “In the music room, the one next to us, not the one in front of us” Jackson replied as he stood up and started to stretch his body. “Okay, I’m going then, don’t over work yourselves though, I’ll be back later” I patted JB on the arm before going next door.

“Hello?” I opened the door a little before poking my head inside. Jr and Youngjae were sitting down in front of a laptop. “Yoojin” Youngjae gave me a smile and slid down a seat. I smiled at both of them before sitting down next to Youngjae. “What are you guys doing?”

“Composing… we need to make the best music to win” Jr told me as he placed the notebook that he just writing on, on the table that was in front of us. “Winning isn’t everything. If you really love music and if it’s a really important song to you, it doesn’t matter if you other doesn’t appreciate it, I mean it will be good if they like it but the most important thing is that you love what you made, if you do then nothing else matters” I gave the two a smile, who just looked at me.

“t-that is true…” Youngjae scratched his head. “What genre do you guys want?” I asked, picking up the notebook and Jr’s pen. They talked about their plans and what they want to put in the music. I could see how much they enjoy music, whenever they talked about the tempos, the tunes etc. that was on their mind, a huge smile was plastered on their face. I listed everything down as a brainstorm.

After 30 minutes or so the two finally came with a conclusion on the type of genre they want, “we’ll do a little example that has to be finish today so the others could think of choreography of it. The lyrics we could do later when we finish the instrumental part of it” Youngjae stretched his body since we all have been crouching for a long time.

I twisted my torso, stretching with Youngjae. “Do you guys have to do school work?” I asked them. “We can attend the classes we want anytime, but we definitely have to the important 4 main subjects” Jr told me.

“Ah…” I nodded.

“Let’s go tell the others our idea and see if they like it” Jr grabbed the notebook and the three of us left the room.

“We have an idea!” Youngjae announced. The three was going over a choreography that they were testing; all of them were dripping with sweat. They must take this really seriously.

 “Let’s hear it” JB sighed as he turned off the music that was playing on the speaker. The 5 discussed with each other and they decided to go with it. “I like it, we’ll just have to tell the other two… I’m sure they’ll like it as well” Jackson said. “I think so too” Yugyeom agreed.

“Yoojin-ah…” Youngjae called out to me.

“Hmm?”

 “thank you so much. We couldn’t have done it without you” I rubbed my arm and laughed awkwardly, “its fine… I barely did anything anyways” Youngjae smiled at me then started to clutch his growling stomach. “I’m hungry…”

 “You guys haven’t eaten yet?”

“No… we’ve been here since the start of 2^nd session, we haven’t left this floor once” JB confessed. Jackson took out something in his pocket and groaned. “I don’t have any money…” Echoes of ‘me too’ came from the starving 4 guys.

The moment I saw the coins in Jackson’s hands made me think about what happened a week ago. The carving on the fountain was on my mind once again. “Do you guys… know… anyone by the name of Sara?” I asked.

 All of them looked at me surprised. “Noona… you… do you know Sara noona?” Yugyeom pointed at me innocently. I shook my head, “I don’t know her… I just saw this thing and it looks like she’s close with Mark or whatever, and it seems like you guys have a connection with her too. I wanted to ask Mark… but he…” I thought hard of how to end the sentence.

 “But he... What? What about Mark?” Mark walked into the room and dumped his bags where the others are. “You just seem like you don’t want to talk to me about Sara-ssi…” I finished. “Hmm… I don’t” Mark took off his school blazer, leaving him only with his polo on.

“Why? Why can’t you tell me? is it really that secretive that whenever you hear her name your mood becomes dull, is it that bad that you hate talking about it… is it really that bad that you cried while calling out for her in your sleep begging her to stay with you?” I asked.

Got7 bit their lip and Mark stood frozen, “I what?! I c-c-cried in my sleep while calling out her name? When did I?” “When you were sick…” I replied. “You must be hearing things” Mark walked to the laptop and connected his phone to it.

“Don’t say her name again when I’m in the same room as you, also don’t talk about her when I’m not here as well. Don’t ask such questions about her to me or to the guys. It’s my business, so out” Mark played a fast tempo song from his song list that boomed through the whole room. I looked at his back-view for a couple of seconds before walking out of the room.

I bought a big meal from the canteen for the guys, since I know they are tired and starving. I walked up to the stairs, thinking to what I said earlier on I really regret it now. I pushed it; I shouldn’t have asked such personal questions. Mark was right, it was his business, and it was my mistake to ask him and the other guys about Sara.

I knocked on the door before opening it myself. They all looked at me then down to the two plastic bags that I was holding. “Sorry to interrupt but I bought food, eat lots and you’ll have more energy” I placed them down on the floor. The four ran up to me while Mark just stood on his spot.

 “Noona! You bought so many delicious foods” Yugyeom started to lay down the containers on the floor. I smiled and ruffled his hair. I walked to Mark who gave me a blank look. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry” I apologised, Mark loosened up and let out a small ‘hmm’

“Eat some food, don’t work too hard” I bowed a little to him. “Thanks for the food” Mark said softly. I just nodded. “Guys, I’ll be going now. Enjoy the food!” I waved at all of them.

“Gomawo~~~” Jr did a heart and sent it to me, all of them look at Jr before doing it with him, even Mark did one as well. I giggled a little, they were all so cute. “We’ll eat it well Yoojin” Youngjae called out. I beamed at them before walking out of the room.

It was the end of school; I was packing my stuff, putting my books and my utensils in my bag when a letter landed on my desk. I looked around looking to see who it could it be but everyone was focused on their own thing. I slung my bag on my shoulders and opened the letter.

‘Yoojin, meet me at the gym in 5 minutes, we need to talk.

-Mark’

I furrowed my brows, why would Mark want to talk to me about? I stuffed the letter in my blazer’s pocket and headed to the gym.

Third Person’s POV:

Yoojin left the classroom, the guy checked to see if she was going to the way where the gym was and sure enough that’s what it looks like she was heading to.

He walked out of his hiding spot and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, “boss… she took the bait”

Author's Note:

Lol yeah, just a random chapter. K bye xD

Oh crap... //dead *O*

Why so perfect, like omfg. Just marry me please. (lol xD)