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❛ oh my son, you've
messed up big time. ❜

—

mark cursed at himself, as the girl he was just talking to had spun on her heel and left without another word.

he knew he had messed up — and badly.

how could he have gone off on her like that? he knew it wasn't nice of him, but a spark of jealousy had flared inside him when he saw miyong with xiaojun.

obviously, he had no right in dragging her away from the conversation, and most definitely no right in saying who she could be friends with.

mark knew miyong was right when she had reminded him 'i'm not even your real girlfriend'.

... not your real girlfriend... not real... not girlfriend... friend.

who was he to get defensive?

these words of hers repeatedly rang over and over in his head, driving him insane. he hated the way the phrase rolled so easily off of her tongue.

he slowly slumped down on a nearby bench outside of the school, placing his head between his hands with his elbows propped on his knees.

why was he jealous? why did he feel this way?

'stop it, mark.' he told himself repeatedly.

he knew he couldn't get sidetracked from the real goal: winning back hyejin.

this 'fake-dating-thing' was a lot harder than mark had anticipated, and he truly hoped that things would only get easier.

frowning with disappointment and frustration, mark knew he had screwed up nonetheless — as a fake boyfriend, but more specifically, as a best friend.

his noisy thoughts drowned out all the other sounds a typical after-school at seoul high brought.

he failed to hear the sound of his name being called out to him from a distance, while his mind spun in circles around a certain dark-haired girl.

the sound of footsteps drew near before a pair of beat-up, black converse stopped in front of mark, causing him to lift his head out of his hands. he could recognize who those
beat up shoes belonged to anywhere.

"mark?" chenle, the owner of the black converse, asked, "you good bro? i called your name like two hundred times."

"oh... chenle," mark sighed, "it's you. sorry i didn't hear."

chenle raised his eyebrows at the sight of the downcast boy. he was usually so energetic and positive, what could've happened to make him act like this?

"okaaaay... listen. you seem upset — and it's very obvious don't try to deny it — tell me, what has made my dear son feel ever so troubled like this?" chenle questioned with sincerity in his voice, sitting down on the bench next to mark.

"i..." mark began with hesitation, "it... it was my fault." mark replied, lowering his chin in shame. "i accidentally went off on miyong because i was jealo— i mean unhappy with her talking with... another guy."

chenle lifted his brow and pursed his lips, "hmm, another guy, you say?" he nodded his head as of thinking about something, then turned his gaze towards mark, "oh my son, you've messed up big time."

"no shit, sherlock."

"well," chenle shrugged, "what are you going to do to make it up to her now?"

"i... i haven't thought about that yet." mark confessed, annoyed that he hadn't thought of anything yet.

"take her on a date bro, somewhere special. i'm sure she'd like that." chenle suggested, with a hint of omniscience in his voice.

mark thought about it, and slowly a small crooked smile appeared on his face. "you're right, that is a good idea."

"i know." chenle beamed while tossing his non-existent 'long hair' over his shoulders as a sign of pride.

ignoring chenle, mark tapped his fingers on his chin, "but where?"

"hmmmm... what is something that only the two of you have ever done together?" chenle asked, "is there some place only the two of you know of? she is your best friend after all."

"i don't think so..." mark trailed off before and idea suddenly illuminated his head. "actually, there is this one place..."

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TEXT MESSAGES
mark 💚 | mi amor 🤎

mark 💚
hey mi

i know you're mad at me
and you have every right
to be

i screwed up. it was my
fault. i shouldn't have
gone off at you like that

it was immature of me and
i wish i could go back and
unsay all those things

but it's too late and i know
that damage has been done

please don't blame yourself
for anything because you did
absolutely nothing wrong

you have such a heart of gold
and i know that you would try
and tell yourself that if was
your fault when it really wasn't

i can't stand not talking to
you for more than a few
hours you know?

you're my therapist, you're
my comforter, you're my
inspiration. you give me
strength, you make me smile
like no other.

you're my best friend mimi.

you mean everything, and i
mean absolutely everything
to me
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mark 💚
you don't have to respond
but i hope that you give
me a chance to make it up
to you

i can't live with you being
mad at me...

i'll walk a different route to
school tomorrow because
i know you might not want
to see me

tomorrow after school
i'll be waiting for you
under the wilted blossom
tree by the entrance alright?

i promise that i have
something planned that
will hopefully make it up
to you

you don't have to meet me
if you're not ready to talk
to me yet but i'll wait

stay safe on your way to
school tomorrow mimi

i miss you
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a/n !

i'm so so so incredibly sorry for not updating in nearly a month! it's been such a busy few weeks and i can't say i've been the greatest mentally either. besides that, thank you so much for the support for this book nonetheless! thank you to jay, jill, and elle for encouraging me to update because it actually did motivate me :')

this update is to celebrate 127 repackage comeback 'favorite' — it comes out in two hours, how do we feel bffs ?

one last thing: thinking of editing the format of the chapters a little bit (the story will stay exactly to same), would that be okay with you all?