Mark gawked at Ten with wide eyes. "You're telling me he saw it? Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing. I never intended for him to see it."

Ten scowled. "But why? It would be the ideal way to confess to him."

"Oh no, I really cannot do that. Please don't tell me you told him that it's me. I purposely didn't sign that painting, for I knew it would be displayed in the exhibition. People will definitely notice, and he will hear of it, and I-"

"Mark," said Ten lightly. "You're worrying too much. Taeminnie said that Jongin was intrigued by your work and that he really wishes to know your name. Have you contemplated the possibility that he could like you back?"

Mark looked at him with a flushed face. "He doesn't even know me."

Ten smirked. "Then, make him get to know you."

"How?" Mark groaned. "We have nothing in common. He's older than me. He is known by everyone and I am just someone in the crowd, a nobody. He probably is not even into men. What if-"

"Taemin mentioned he practises alone around 7, every Friday."