Narrator's Point of View

These last few days, Haechan has been super stressed. Because of two people, whose names are not to be mentioned since he's still really angry. It's been three days since that douchebag last texted him. The annoying douchebag with an appropriate username who is supposedly his classmate. He doesn't want to admit it but he misses that piece of crap. Now he's been very bored and very heartbroken but he can tell no one about it. One day, Mark just started to ignore him. There was no disgusting stares that he received or any criticism but plain ignoring. Mark will avoid him any way he can with the stupidest and lamest excuses Haechan has ever heard of. But this is just enough, Haechan will sure confront Mark today because he is tired of Mark's bullshit.

He waited for Mark near his locker and it seems like luck is on his side right now because Mark didn't notice Haechan standing beside his locker.

"Mark Lee" Haechan said while Mark stiffened feeling doomed.

'Shit' Mark mentally cursed as he was currently holding the planner where he put the details for his promposal.

"What?" He tried to talk normally but unfortunately, his voice was a bit higher than expected.

"You've been ignoring me like a plague these last few days. What did I do wrong?" Haechan asked him.

Mark wanted to tell him that he didn't do anyhing wrong. He's just planning his promposal for him but he couldn't simce it needs to be a surprise.

"You didn't do anything wrong! I-It was just because... I had projects and assignments to take cafe of." He explained and Haechan scrunched his eyebrows.

"Mark Lee, I've known you for years. You've always been the top students in our classes and we've been classmates since daycare. You've always been the earliest to submit the academic tasks and you're afraid of submitting late. You also blink your eyes too fast and you put your hands behind you when you're lying. So, don't think I'm falling for that excuse." Mark opened his mouth to say something but closed it again accepting defeat.

"Alright..... I've been planning for my promposal." Mark said and Haechan's expression quickly changed.

"Oh..... Can I help?" He asked Mark.

'If only you knew that the promposal is for you' Mark mentally cursed at Haechan.

"No." He said shortly.

"Why?" Haechan asked.

"Because you don't know anything about love."

'Shit wrong turn' Mark cursed again mentally.