screebbles
He’s just idly tapping on whatever he can, using various pens and pencils to fake a drum set, as he waits for Yoora to come out of her lecture hall. So what, he’s one of those gross, sappy boyfriends that waits for his girlfriend after his class is finished -- it’s been 34 minutes now -- but he’s pretty sure that he’ll wait as long as she demands of him. His phone is out of battery, and he’s just too lazy to take out his laptop from his backpack so he’ll just keep pretending that there’s a crowd cheering him on--
“Babe!” Like the smooth aspiring drummer he is, Mark promptly drops the pen in his left hand, but ignores it entirely as he sees her walk out of the double doors, chatting with another young man. There’s a spike of jealousy, but once she sees Mark, the corner of her lip quirks up and the green little monster disappears from sight and mind completely. “Are we still heading back to my dorm?” Standing up, he walks over to her and presses a kiss to her jaw, one hand reaching out to take her backpack.