Mark quickly ran to the elevator and press 4th floor. As he arrived at the floor, he doesn't know where to go. He forgot what hall he is in, so he entered the hall on his right. He opened the door slowly but nobody even bothered to look at him. He sat beside a short- haired girl and whispered:

"What are we doing?"

The girl glanced at him and pointed in front. He looked in front and saw something projected on the screen : ACT QUIET

"Well, I'm good at being quiet." Mark said.

Then he sat still and looked at the window silently.

MARK'S POV

"Please remain acting quiet. I'll only do the talking here." The teacher said.

I looked at our teacher and he kinda looked like a clown: green polo, striped pants, yellow shoes. Every color is so flashy. What a style.

Few minutes have passed and the teacher started to talk again.

"Okay class, I have someone important to introduce to all of you, please pay attention."

I didn't bother to look whoever that important person is. I'm enjoying the peacefulness now.

"Let's welcome, Park Jin Young. One of my best student here."

When I heard the name, It kind of sounded familiar.

I bothered to look in front and saw the guy I met a while ago.

What is he doing here?

I looked intensely at him and he grabbed the microphone.

He pointed at me and said:

"You there at the back! Mr. Mark Tuan. You belong to me."

Whaaaaattt? 

I stand up. I'm really mad and confuse right now.

"I belong to you??" I shouted.

He smirked.

"Yes you belong to me. But you don't belong here."

"What are you talking about?" 

I'm already confused of what's going on. Everybody is staring at me and how dare he shout out I belong to him.

He laughed.

Why is he laughing now?

"You don't belong here because this is the acting major orientation and the Art Major orientation is on the other hall. But still you belong to me"

The students laughed including the teacher.

I'm in the wrong class? Gosh this is embarassing.

I looked once again at that man who embarassed me. And we did an intense eye contact and he winked at me.

I blushed a little. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room. I could feel my heart racing.

Why? 

Lub- dub- lub- dub

Why is my heart beating like this? Why does he need to say I belong to him? 

"I don't understand anymore." 

I stopped in front of the Art major hall breathing hard when someone called me.

"Mark, I think this belongs to you." 

I turned around and saw that Jinyoung was holding my sentimental sketchbook.

"I won't return this until you will say I belong to you." He ran quickly to me and wrapped me around his arms.

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Yep, a Chapter 3 teaser. Sorry for the short update because I'm a little bit busy. 

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