; ♡ 날기. ` » It's a miracle mark has held up for long, persevering through laborious schedules that would leave most daydreaming of the moment they get to kick their feet up. On top of that, he hadn't slept a wink the night prior, instead just moved around his bed and gazed up at the ceiling in intervals, the thought of his events earlier in the day replaying through his dizzy mind on repeat; cutscenes of her smile, closeups on the way her eyes lit up during the most intense scenes of the movie. He can almost hear word for word the way she trembled at the word ' beast ', and yeah, throughout his schedules a sheepish grin would creep its way onto his visage, and Mark can nearly count the four or five times he caught Jaebum casting a sideways glance in his direction, probably mentally questioning the cause for such an expression.
He'd blame it on lack of sleep, the reason he's appeared suddenly at her doorstep, fingers crossed that no one caught a glimpse of him passing by; the last thing he needs is a dating scandal – despite the dating ban having been lifted – not before a comeback, not when they've spent hours incessantly planning and rehearsing for something greater than their last single; a redemption of sorts. Still, he wasn't sure why he was here, second-guessing himself as he raises a hand to hammer against her door, conjuring phrases in his head that would make his presence welcome, the realization he's showing up uninvited only passing through his mind at the very last second. He coughs lightly, a nervous tick making itself known, an almost transparent cloud of air forming just past his lips to dance in the chill of the night; maybe he'd have focused on the drop of temperature if his attention hadn't been grasped by the sound of footsteps nearing the door – shit.
Mark steps backwards as door opens, interior lighting shining past the frame, setting the atmosphere aglow. He can't help the small smile that curls upwards on his lips, his features transitioning into a soft expression; and he ignores the way his heart doubles over when he sees her. Ignores the way his stomach twists into knots as butterflies prance about, ignores his sweaty palms and the blush that provides the only warmth on his cheeks. He just swallows, managing through the wave of emotions that threaten to swallow him whole like a school boy talking to the girl next door, and instead approaches as he should; confident, endearing, Mark Tuan.
❛ Ah.. So I was passing through the neighborhood and thought I'd come by, I know this is unexpected yeah – ❜ He exhales a soft chuckle, almost featherlight in the way it graces the air, before continuing. ❛ but I was wondering if you'd maybe want to hang out again, I have some spare time and I saw this cute coffee shop in passing, the lights are still on so I figured we could take a walk and talk over some coffee? ❜
