It was on a beautiful, bright and sunny day that Choi Youngjae first laid his eyes on him. He was just starting out high school, freshman year in fact, and he was already late. He never really got around on buying a new alarm clock or even fixing his old one (not that it would have worked anyways. Youngjae is horrible with those type of things), so when he got up from his wonderful sleep and opened his eyes to look at the time, he freaked out. The poor boy practically fell from his bed as he hurriedly undressed himself and got into his new uniform. His mom wasn’t much help either; she practically made him chug his breakfast down because he needed to get going. And with that, he sprinted to his new high school, and much later that day, got horrible nausea because he didn’t digest his food well; he blamed his mom for that.

As he approached his school, he paused a moment to even his breathing as he was already short of breath. He wasn’t much of an athlete after all. Youngjae looked around him, and he could see that there were people like him late too. It made him feel slightly better to know that he wasn’t alone in this. It was then that the wind suddenly blew hard and the petals from the big tree nearby started to fall along. He looked at the direction of the tree by instinct, and he caught what little breath he had left.

The tree was beautiful, but the boy walking underneath the branches of the tree was even more gorgeous. He could see him better with each step the boy took, closer and closer to where he was standing. The boy had pale white skin that contrasted wonderfully with his flaming red hair, which was styled. He looked aloof and indifferent with the way he walked as if he didn’t care about anyone that was around him. That image was shattered when another boy came up running behind him and locked his arm around the other's neck, and started to nuggie his hair, ruining it. At first, the red hair looked a little pissed, but whatever they were talking about made him smile and that’s when Youngjae knew he was ed.

And he was right. During the first two periods, he learned his name. Mark Tuan. It even sounded as perfect as how his smile was. He later learned he was actually a sunbae of his. It would explain why Youngjae hadn’t seen him at all in the other groups. During lunch when he wasn’t barfing, Youngjae's eyes would scan in the cafeteria to see if Mark was there. When Youngjae saw him again with the same guy from earlier and with someone else this time, he in again his breath. His heart pounded hard in his ears and he wasn’t even sure why, but it pounded harder than before when they locked eyes for a moment. Feeling overwhelmed though, Youngjae ran away somewhere far and away from the enchanting sunbae of his. It was all too much for his little and fragile heart to take…

In his 15 years of life, Youngjae had never felt such weird symptoms before. No matter how far he ran, the beating of his heart wouldn’t calm down. On the contrary, it raced even faster than before when he thought of the eye contact (besides the running, of course) they shared briefly. His cheeks flared at the memory, bright and noticeable, and people looked at him curiously because why was a freshman running so desperately on the first day? But Youngjae thought it was because of his cheeks, and he never wanted so much to crawl into a hole more than at that moment because it was embarrassing. So he decided to put an end to his misery and hid inside a random classroom.

There, he finally had a moment of relief, but the uneasiness from before was still there. He tried thinking of other things, things that would hopefully disgust him and scare whatever it was he was feeling, but it all proved to be in vain because his mind kept replaying the scene over and over in his head. Those beautiful, beautiful dark brown eyes of Mark Tuan were engraved into his memory. The way those eyes looked at Youngjae for that brief moment seemed to sparkle and twinkle, probably because the sun was bathing them with its sunlight coming from the windows, with something. Whatever that something was, it was incredibly hypnotizing and it almost made Youngjae’s legs goo. It’s a good thing he ran out of there fast before he collapsed on the floor and embarrassed himself more than he already had done already.

Little did he know that was the start of a beautiful beginning.

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Youngjae was never one to create habits. He never liked them and depending on what it was, it could lead you to your downfall. That’s why, he tried to stir away from them every time he noticed that he was getting used to something. That being said, he wasn't exactly sure how this new habit of his started. He never intended for this to happen. No matter what, he always found a reason to break away from his possible habits. Even if they were stupid and had no logic behind them, he always broke them… and yet, his own body betrayed him.

His eyes would easily find Mark Tuan, and without even realizing it, he would stare for practically an eternity until he snapped out of it. He usually did so in time, and he managed to escape the victim's piercing stare (though Youngjae doesn’t realize . As far he’s concerned, Mark Tuan hasn’t noticed him).

It started off with little sneak peeks when he walked past his classroom during class. He always looked serious and focused during class, and it never failed to make Youngjae's heart skip a beat. There were other times when he was trying to focus during class that he saw Mark Tuan passing by from the corner of his eye. Youngjae always got stiff when the older passed by, and the urge to stare at him was just so strong. Youngjae always settled with pretending that he was actually focusing on the class, and always waited for the other to have passed the class so he could stare at him. And although those moments were short, he always had the pleasure of staring at his . Yes, Mark actually has a very nice .

The boy soon realized that those moments weren’t enough. He needed to see him more somehow (and he still wasn’t sure why that was). After cranking his head for ways on seeing him more, Youngaje finally settled for something. The choir club had a perfect view of the basketball court. Since he had signed up for the choir club and hardly anybody spent their time there except for him, Youngjae would sit by the window and watch his gorgeous sunbae practice basketball with his teammates.

Whenever Mark Tuan scored a point, the girls went wild and the younger always had a strong urge to join along, to chant Mark's name at the top of his lungs. But he never did. Instead, he would bite back the smile that was threatening to break out and would play the piano. It was a small hope of his in reality. He hoped that Mark Tuan would recognize that these songs he plays were directed to his victories. Youngjae never seemed to realize that the crowd of girls went quiet the minute he starts playing, and there was a brief moment of silence as he played on the piano.

There were also moments Youngjae purposely walked past Mark to go somewhere he didn’t in reality had to go. He just needed another excuse to see him one more time. Again… and again. At this point, Youngjae was aware that it could be considered a rather stalker habit of his, but he can’t help himself. It’s something that his own body does on it's own accord, ignoring the internal protests within his mind. If he could, this wouldn’t have happened at all. But it did, and Youngjae's not sure how to feel about it. Ashamed, maybe.

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And just like any other day, Youngjae's hanging out in the club room. As usual, it was just him and no one else, and the basketball team was practicing. He wasn’t paying much attention as usual since it seemed that Mark Tuan was late, and Mark Tuan was the only reason Youngjae watched them play. He didn’t like basketball, or any other sports for that fact. Youngjae could sit down and watch a game with someone, but halfway through, but he quickly loses interest in the game. It’s not them, it’s him.

He was bored out of his mind. Usually he entertained himself by staring at Mark Tuan, but now, what could he do? Youngjae eyed the piano that was in the corner of the room, looking a bit lonely. The boy gave in with a small smile on his face, mainly because he could never resist playing the piano. He walked over to the piano and noticed the music notebook that was lying there. Youngjae picked it up and skimmed over the songs briefly before stopping at one page. A huge smile broke out on his face and he quickly sat down to start playing.

Trying to seem professional, he cracked his fingers and giggled. He breathed in and out, and his fingers hovered over the piano before he started to play. Youngjae closed his eyes, feeling that his body was taking over himself as he played, and then he started singing.

“He is sensible, and so incredible,

And all my single friends are jealous.

He says everything I need to hear, and it’s like

I couldn’t ask for anything better…

He opens up my door, and I get into his car,

And he says ‘You look beautiful tonight’,

And I feel perfectly fine!”

It was an English song what Youngjae was trying to sing. And although his English wasn’t the best, he still managed to sing it, and it sounded perfectly fine to him. Singing songs like this one helped him feel better, and he found it way more effective than what the teacher’s assigned them to do. Besides, he liked it.

It was then the door opened and he jumped, Youngjae's playing and singing abruptly coming to stop. He looked up to see who it was, and he coughed harshly into his hand.

Mark Tuan was there.

Mark Tuan, as in the boy he accidentally stalked, was there in the flesh, breathing before him.

Youngjae opened up his eyes in realization at the revelation, and an adorable heat crept onto his face, adorning it because holy . Mark Tuan was a ing model up close. He looked even more dazzling and fabulous than before with his new dark brown hair that Youngjae found himself loving it even more than Mark's red hair. Youngjae's eyes quickly shot up to look at Mark's everything, and he took him in. His sunbae was slightly taller than him, a bit more fit than him  but not by much (not that Youngjae wasn’t fit. He was normal); he was pretty much well built over all. Mark's school uniform was ruffled and untucked, baggy pants that seemed to drop just a little, giving him this feel to himself. And his face was…

Intense. That’s the only word that Youngjae could think of. For some reason, his sunbae looked rather pissed off at something, but as far as Youngjae was concerned, he hadn’t done anything at all, let alone speak to the guy. He always thought that when that happened, it would be when pigs start to fly. Guess he was wrong.

His sunbae walked over to him, his expression never changing and his gaze never wavering away from the younger's. Youngjae was nervous because this was the first time they would be talking to each other. What did Mark Tuan want to speak about anyways, he wondered. The taller boy finally came to halt when their bodies were inches away from each other, and the shorter boy visibly stiffened just slightly. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, averting his eyes from the other in embarrassment.

It was silent. Not just any silence though. It was an awkward silence, and those are the type that make Youngjae’s skin cringe with anxiety. Neither of them spoke at all to break the silence, and although he disliked the silence so much, Youngjae it up. It was Mark Tuan the one that entered and walked over to him. That must mean he wanted to talk or something so why should it be Youngjae to be the one that talked first? (In reality though, Youngjae was too busy being tongue tied and stupid because every single word he had learn in his life had suddenly been forgotten in that very moment, and his mouth wasn’t helping that much either.)

Finally, Mark Tuan made a move. He cleared his throat, gaining Youngjae's full attention, and averted his eyes for a moment before speaking up. “So, uh, you sing nice” he said awkwardly, flashing a small smile and pointing to the piano. The younger one blinked many times, processing what Mark said before his cheeks caught on fire, if that was even possible at this point (his cheeks were already so red). Surprisingly, his sunbae’s voice was… deep (and it was y as , but Youngjae decided to keep that to himself). His eyes grew in realization before averting them again, and shrugging with his shoulders lightly. “O-O-h, t-thanks” Youngjae managed to stutter out, Even he was surprised with himself that he managed to say something.

(He missed the small smile on Mark Tuan’s face upon witnessing Youngjae blushing adorably like that in front of him.)

Silence fell upon them once more, and the awkwardness from before was still ever so present. If it was even possible, it was even more awkward than before. It didn’t drag on like before though because Mark Tuan spoke again, this time with more confidence than before. “So, I noticed that you’ve been playing piano every time I score a point.”

This is why Youngjae hated creating habits. It always leads you to you’re downfall. And at the moment, he had never wanted to hide under the covers of his bed so much until then because he noticed it. Sure, there was a part of him that was hoping that he would and he was super happy about it, ecstatic even, but having it happen for real is a completely different matter. This was too good to be true.

While trying to be subtle, he pinched his thigh just in case to see if he was dreaming or not. He jumped slightly as a result because he pinched himself pretty hard, and it surprised Mark Tuan a little making him blink a few times. The action was adorable and Youngjae’s heart swooned over it. Then again, when Mark Tuan wasn’t busy with making ovaries explode, he was busy looking cute and possibly causing a couple of girls to go to the infirmary. Youngjae included, of course.

Youngaje quickly snapped out of it, and offered a sheepish smile as he laughed awkwardly. “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about, though?” It was worth a try. His sunbae smirked as he sat down close to Youngjae, and leaned on his hand.

“You know very well what I’m talking about.”

“Okay, fine.” Youngjae gave in. “Just maybe.” Mark Tuan raised both of his eyebrows as if he didn’t buy that maybe of his, and gave the younger a look. Youngjae bit his lower lip, a bit anxious because he didn’t want to seem so stalker-ish. But, really, what could he do at this point besides admit the truth? “Okay, maybe not just maybe, but like a little.”

When Youngjae saw no response, he sighed desperately and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m telling the truth! I swear!” However, he was once again rewarded with Mark's intense gaze and Youngjae just couldn’t take it anymore. He hid in his hands embarrassed, trying to hide from his dear sunbae’s gaze. “Okay, fine! So I do that! So what?!” the boy gave in, his voice muffled because of his hands. But unlike how he feared that Mark Tuan would only continue to stare at him, the older laughed loudly, his hand on his tummy as he threw his head back in joy. Youngjae looked up in surprise, forgetting the past embarrassment he felt a few seconds ago because oh my gosh…

He had always heard his sunbae’s high pitched laugh from afar, and he would go hours dreaming of what it would be like if he was the one that made him laugh.

But now that it did happen, it only made Youngjae feel even more flustered because Mark was laughing at him. Youngjae furrowed his eyebrows, trying to feel angry but he couldn’t. As Mark Tuan kept on laughing, the younger couldn’t help but smile along and then laugh along. He wasn’t sure why his sunbae was laughing at the first place, but Youngjae didn’t really care anymore. It dissolved in a matter of seconds because Mark's laugh was just so contagious and everything wonderful in life that Youngjae couldn’t really help how he felt.

Mark Tuan eventually stopped laughing, and looked up from a low angle at Youngjae. “Yah, why are you laughing?” he asked, obviously amused. “I’m laughing at you.”

“Because you were laughing so-”, the boy said in between giggles. “I couldn’t help but laugh along…”

His sunbae leaned in closer to him, and Youngjae didn’t realize how close they were until he could clearly see into Mark's eyes and feel his breath. If one of them made a move, then they could easily kiss each other.

“It’s because I like it when you play for me.”

But nothing is ever easy. Just like that, in a matter of heartbeat filled seconds, Mark Tuan had backed away, smirking knowingly and if Youngjae knew better, almost mockingly. The way he sealed the boy’s mouth from saying anything else with just those words was almost intentional. Mark was truly a tease with the way he left after that, not once looking back to see how the other reacted to his words. But you didn’t need to be a genius to figure out his reaction.

Youngjae's mind went dizzy with those words, playing in repeat over and over again. He was on Cloud 9, flying and soaring through out the sky, and he had never felt more like he was on top of the world. He just wanted to shout out to the whole world his feelings for Mark Tuan because the truth was Youngjae fell hard for him and he couldn’t get up. Using Life Alert proved to be ineffective because no matter how much Youngjae pressed on the button, no one came for him. He tried so many times to get back on his feet before but it was all in vain. Mark Tuan was a virus that was in his system, and there was no cure for it.

The only cure for it was Mark Tuan himself, but that wasn’t going to happen in another billion years.

A/N: For some reason, I keep making stories where they stare at each other from afar xD  Idk why lol  

This is the song he sang C: I wasn't sure what to make him sing, and I was listening to it so I thought why not hah

Expect lots of cheese next chapter? More MarkJae interaction, definately. This was originally a oneshot but I cut it because it would be too long then ;-; so yeah! Please look forward to the next chapter! :D

Hope you like it!