Mark always thought that Seoul’s sky is to close for his like. He always expects the sky to be unreachable, to be far, and to give freedom feeling instead of suffocating him like now. And at time like this he always feels home sick. Always make him missing California’s sky more than anything, even more than him. Yes, that stupid person.

He knows soon he’ll be in trouble when the manager finds out that he isn’t supposed to be where he is now. Sleeping soundly at their dorm or maybe practicing to the last breath at their company. But here he is, in the middle of Seoul night city light. Feeling like and miserable.

He could see from the corner of his eye that same girl, always same girl, tailing his steps. He feels his chest getting tighter. He almost couldn’t hear any sound. His ears are ringing with static sounds. He wishes he could be unseen, could be unheard, could be disappear, could be vanish. Something chokes on his throat. But he tried to hold it down.

As he walks faster, he could see that people start to recognize him. Start to pointing finger at him. Some of them take his picture and some others shouting his name. For time like this he hopes he’s still just Mark Tuan, instead of Mark Tuan of GOT7. And that creepy girls starting to drives him nuts. Keeping on tailing him and even push other passerby.

He tried to escape. He tried to make time on his own. To think. To found his own path that been lost from his sight. To find himself. But alone time now isn’t something he could get easily. That privilege already taken once he signed the contract. But still he hopes. He wishes.

His steps stop at some intersection.  He tried to get lost at the crowed of people trying to across the road. I wish I could disappear. I wish I could be unseen. I wish I could be alone. I wish I could vanish. I wish I could…

Suddenly there’s a strong grip at his wrist. He looks at his hand to find delicate fingers wraps around his wrist. And as he look up to find the owner of those hand…

“What a dangerous thought you have. To vanish isn’t as simple as it seems.”

At those words Mark feels so bare and vulnerable. It’s like those time you heard on the movie or songs that time stops still. That the worlds around you stop revolves.

“Then just let me being unseen and unheard.”

He doesn’t know where those words come from. Or even how could he say those words to a stranger who said the strangest thing he ever heard. But once he said it, he feels relieve vibrates through his body.

And that woman, the one with eyes as clear as summer skies but also as dark as darkest night, tightening her grips to his wrist. She’s looking straight to his eyes. And he feels like he’s drowning. Like he’s been up to the deepest sea.

Then that women sighs a deep breath. She tilts her head aside a little. A gesture that wouldn’t be notice if he didn’t stand so close to her. She breaks their eyes contact and look to the side. Mark follow her looks and he think he must be crazy. The world and time stop indeed.

He could see that creepy girl walk half way in the air. Looks like she’s trying to catch Mark before he could cross the street and lost in the crowded. And nobody. Like really nobody nor anything moves. There’s also no sound. No voices. Everything just like frozen in time. Only him and that mysterious woman, who still looking at that creepy girl.

Then there’s a smirk curls on her lips as she looks back at Mark.

“Granted.”

And the time and the worlds revolve again so suddenly that takes Mark’s breathe away.

And now he sees it. Nobody really see him. Even when he suddenly breaks down in the middle of the crowded with bitter laugh and tears stream down his face, nobody hear him. Even that creepy girls look lost. Like something has been taken away from her but she couldn't tell what.

He’s literally vanishes.

Note: well, i kow it's but let's say i'm trying. i'm sick right now and instead of reply to those clients' email, i choose to write this pretty up story instead. and how can i get some beta?? any suggestion??