Mark’s POV:

I woke up with such a huge pain blasting through my head. I hissed as I tried to sat up, the alcohol really got me bad. Now that I think about it, I don’t really remember anything… well nothing after that drink I had in the club. “Ugh… my head is killing me” I huffed out.

 A loud crashing sound was heard all the way from my room. “What was that?” I tilted my head slightly before pushing away the covers and slung out of the bed. I groaned as my head became dizzy but I shook it off and made my way downstairs.

 “Yah, did you break something again? Aish… you’re so clumsy” I called out as I skipped down the stairs. I spotted Yoojin by the front door.

 “Is someone out the front?” I asked as I walked towards her but abrupt to a stop as Yoojin pushed the door to show me the full view of the person. I gulped- why in the world is she here?

I arched a brow, “what are you doing here?” My breath hitched as I saw that smile that I so longing begged to see, “oppa… it’s nice to see you too” I could sense her small joke and the awkwardness in her voice as she notice my unhappy attitude towards her.

 That’s right, I am unhappy, especially since she could easily smile like that after what happened- it was like everything was easy-breezy to her, like everything was fine, just like before. 

“What are you doing here?” I repeated using such a cold and unwelcoming tone to a guest wasn’t polite I know… but I couldn’t help it. “Am I not allowed to visit you? I missed you Mark Tuan” she made her way inside and stopped in front of me.

Miss me? She misses me?! Well that is just simply the funniest thing I have ever heard in my whole life. Who leaves someone without any explanation and comes back two years later with such a warm smile saying that they miss the one they left? It doesn’t make sense right? Not at all. But you know what else is funny?... My heart is still beating at the same rate like how it did in the past for her.

“How could you say something like that after what happened? How can you smile like everything is normal? How dare you come back into my life when everything has just starting to be fine? When I am starting to get over you?!” I couldn’t help but to raise my voice.

She gulped but didn’t utter a word. “Sara answer me!” I need her answers, I need to hear them. I need to know why exactly she did the things she did, why she left and why she came back. I’m dying to know.

Flashback:

“Come on Mark… everything will be alright. The family is really nice, I promise” My mum urged me to get out of the car, is sighed and I did which made her smile in delight. “Be nice alright?” she bring her fingers on the side of my lips and forced them upwards.

“Smile, they have a daughter and she’s really nice and pretty as well, I’m sure you will like her. Charm her with that smile of yours”

I shook her fingers away, “okay… I’ll be nice”

 My mum grinned and took my hand, “let’s go in then?” I nodded and we both started to walk to the front door.

“So this is your son?” The owner of the house bent down to my eye level and ruffled my hair, “he’s a cute boy isn’t he? What’s your name?”

 “Mark Tuan” I answered, “ah… Mark” she smiled softly before looking past me. “Sara, come meet Mark” the woman left me to go to someone else. “Sara?” I asked quietly to myself, I turned around and saw a girl with a long hair that was braided down and wearing a jacket with a pink shirt underneath and just a plain frilly skirt.

 “Darling, I told you to dress properly” The lady scolded, the little girl made a face, “I don’t want to” “It’s alright, isn’t she cute Mark?” Mum walked up behind me. I looked at the girl and shrugged my shoulders, “I guess” but inside me I actually found her really adorable- like a real life doll.

Sara led me to her room, “don’t touch anything. The dolls are really important to me” She opened the door and the bright colour of pink blinded me. “Why is everything pink?” I stepped inside and looked around. “Because pink is awesome” she grinned and closed the door behind her. “Sit” she pointed at her bed, I sighed and hopped on it.

 “How old are you?” she asked me before grabbing the pillows and cuddled it. “7 and three quarters” I answered precisely. “I’m 6” she started to fidget with her pillow and without looking at me she asked, “Can I call you oppa?” I turned to her; I was kind of surprise for a reason but agreed to it anyways, “okay. Call me oppa” She looked up and beamed, “Oppa…”

“Oppa!” a girl ran inside the halls of the school towards me. “Oh… Sara?” Sara panted as she finally made it in front of me. “I looked everywhere for you” she panted, she used my shoulders for support. “What’s up?” I questioned.  

“Oppa… can we go somewhere private?”

 “Er… Why not” I nodded my head and led the two of us at the back of the school building.

 “What is it?” I asked her when we were finally alone. “Well the thing is… How should I say this?” she mumbled.

“Sara…”

“Oppa, I like you” Sara confessed as she took out a small box from her pocket towards me. “You like me?” I furrowed my brows, Sara nodded, “you’re always nice to me and you treat me really nicely. I like the fact that you’re so caring and comforting… I think I’ve fallen for you oppa”

I bit my lips trying to hide the massive grin that was trying so hard to escape.

 “Really?”

 “Hmm... really”

 “Really really?”

“Yes, really really”

 “For sure really?”

 “Oppa…” Sara whined, tired of my jokes.

I arched a brow and Yoojin sighed, “yes oppa.  For sure really. I really, truly like you” Sara waited for me to say something but instead she received a long sweet peck on her forehead.

“That’s good to hear, because I, as well super-duperly like you”

“super-duperly? Is that a word?”

“shhh… don’t ruin the moment” I hushed her, receiving a small giggle from her.

We kept our relationship to ourselves for a few months until we had the courage to actually tell the public. My friends; Got7 and 6Mix were pretty surprised when they heard it but they said they kind of knew it was coming. After confessing to everyone that’s when I could hold her hands out in public, go to dates and all the things the other couples did. It was great, I loved it, it’s what I always dreamt of doing, showing everyone that Sara was the girl that I love and will only love. But it seems that my dream didn’t last for long.

It was on a January winter night when everything happened.

We were in a coffee shop, I treated her. I watched as she sipped her drink quietly and looked out the window watching as the droplets of rain trail down against it. This past few days Sara has been quiet and somehow very distant towards me. I tried everything I could to make her smile since every time I see her she is always in a bad mood but it always turns out a failure.

“Sara…” I softly called out; she turned her attention to me, tearing her eyes off the windows. I sat up properly and looked at her deeply, “I’m not forcing you or anything, but is everything alright? You seem very down these days” She just sighed and shrugged her shoulders; “forget about it”

“How can I forget about it? You’re my girlfriend and it hurts to see you sad, I want to make you smile Sara, I want you to become happy again. These past few days you seem to avoid me or ignore me, I want to know why. I want to help you Sara, you know I’m always here right? Why can’t you just at least talk to me, lean on me if you want, pour your whole heart out. I’ll listen to everything” I grabbed her hand but she quickly pulled it away and turned her attention on the window again.

“Sara please… I’m doing my best here, can’t you see? Sar-”

 “Let’s end this” She said.

 I looked at her, shocked.

“W-what do you mean ‘end this’? End what exactly? This conversation?”

“No… this relationship. Let’s end this” She faced me, her expression showed no sign of joke.

“I don’t love you anymore Mark… hence I never loved you, ever. I just used you and your popularity and money. I thought it was fun to see you, the most popular guy in Seoul to fall in love with me, but in the end that ‘love’ of yours got annoying. You won’t ever leave me alone; you won’t stop bothering me… Ugh, I hate it, I hate you”

“But then, ever since I started to date you I got popular and many guys ask me out. To be honest I already had an eye on a guy beforehand and since he is starting to have interest in me… I want him instead. Also I get to have things that I want… I go to you when my card is maxed out or if mum won’t give me money, but then I don’t need you anymore. So, please, Mark, let’s forget each other”

Sara stood up and grabbed her hand bag that I bought for her and raced out the door. I sat there, still trying to believe everything that happened.

 She used me? All this time I thought she felt the same way as me. I thought she loved me just as much as I loved her. I did everything for her, I gave her all she wanted, I was always there for her, I cared so much for her… I love her so much that I would take a bullet for her, but no, she has not once loved me. Everything was fake… everything was a joke.

My heart broke to pieces and it hurt so much, how could a person be that cruel? She knew how much my love for her is yet she still did that, so so cruel.

 I know she used me, I know she doesn’t love me… but I still wanted to be with her, I don’t want her to leave me, no, I wouldn’t be able to bear it. So I ran after her, into the cold rainy night I ran for the one I loved hoping to get her back, hoping to have her next to me again.

I saw her familiar back as she strolled down the streets, holding the umbrella on one hand while the other was busy flying all over the screen as she texted someone. I breathe in the sign of relief… she was still there… I could still take her back. But my thoughts were wrong.

 I sprinted to her and back-hugged her, snuggling my face on the nape of her neck. “Please… don’t do this, don’t leave me. Sara please” I whispered. She harshly pulled my arms way and pushed me back, startling me as I fell on the ground.

“Are you crazy? Didn’t I just say I used you yet you still want me to stay with you?” She started to wipe off her clothes, “Aish now its dirty”

I stood up, “I don’t care what you do to me, use me, yell at me if you want, hit me all you want, make fun of me, but never ever say that you’re going to leave me, never ever say that you’re going to break up with me, don’t leave me for another guy. I will do whatever it takes to overpass him, I promise. I will do whatever it take to prefill your needs”

She rolled her eyes, “are you that desperate?” She began to turn and kept on walking, fortunately a taxi was nearby and she called it over.

I grabbed her hand trying to stop her from going inside but she pulled away ad hopped in. The taxi started to drive and I ran beside it, banging on the taxi, begging for it to stop. I could inside that Sara was telling the taxi driver to ignore me and he did.

He sped up, making it impossible for me to catch up but I tried. I ran after it, yelling her name in the process. Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy but I didn’t care. No way in hell was I about to let her go just like that.

 I slipped on the icy ground and one of my side skidded down to the paved road. I hissed as I saw blood on my wrist, but that pain was nothing compare to seeing the taxi disappear from my sight, like how Sara disappeared after that.

End of Flashback.

I studied her face and she still didn’t speak up. “Forget it” I sighed and brushed passed her and walked outside. “Where you going?” she asked me.

“I just need some air”

 “You know I’m staying here. I’m going to be staying at your home”

“Sure, you are” I scoffed, not believing what she’s saying. Sara twisted to face me, “you don’t believe me right? Why don’t you ask your parents?”

“They know?” I arched a brow; they knew how hurt I was at that night. I raked my hands through my hair and grabbed her arm and pulled her with me. “Mark!” she exclaimed, shocked.

“You need to do some explaining” I replied, not bothering to look back at her.

I sat down on the couch of my dad’s office and she sat down beside me. “Let me ask you again, why are you back?” She sighed, “Well it’s your birthday… well yesterday, but what do I do? I could only come here at this time. Sorry, I was late” she gave me a small smile. I looked at her, unsure if she’s telling the truth.

Someone knocked on the door earning both of our attentions. Yoojin poked her head in and I nodded at her before she entered the room. “Please keep on talking, don’t mind me” she politely said as she came into the room.

 “You didn’t have your breakfast so… and I wasn’t sure if you had you had your breakfast, but help yourself” Yoojin bowed down to Sara. “thanks sweetie” Sara sent Yoojin who started to set down each of the dish and glass carefully down on the coffee table a nod before turning to me.

“Well, whatever, I don’t want you here… I’m not comfortable with you being back in Seoul” I said truthfully. “You miss me, I know you do, just as much as I miss you” she grabbed my hand but I pulled it away.

“Oh come on Mark, don’t pretend that those feelings you had was just a joke”

“oh, like what you had for me… yeah, mine wasn’t, but right now they are no such thing as feelings when it comes to you” I lied, no to be honest deep down they is still a slight feeling towards her, it’s hard to get over someone after all the love I felt for her, it’s hard for that to just disappear.

“I know you Mark. You still love me”

 “Don’t fool yourselves. I don’t love you anymore, I never did. We’re too young for that. Besides, before that was just a crush”

 “I should be the one saying don’t fool yourselves, because who runs after a crush in a moving car at a rainy night?”

“Ran after? When did I?” I tried to play it like I didn’t remember everything, like I forgot everything. “You did. I have proof” she pointed at the scar on my right wrist when I fell on the road.

“That was the past” I looked away from her, Yoojin was still there, watching us. I nod my head to the door and she got the message and started to head out.

“I was expecting you to say that. So I thought we could start over”

“Here” she handed me a small box and I didn’t take the box but just stared at it, “A gift? I don’t think it’s really appropriate at this time” Sara sighed and opened the box, “a ring?”

She grabbed the ring out of the box and took my hand and put it on for me. “Once again, I’m sorry for being late. But happy birthday… my fiancé”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard… Are you ing kidding me?!

Author's Note:

I'm starting to like the idea of updating on Fridays... thinking of making that my update day... We'll see :D

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter especially the flashback bit, did it to create that 'feel'. Yeah...k

Bam... what excatly are you squeezin?! O.O

Mark's scar:

Dunno if you can see it tho...