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›　not sure honestly ›　but definitely when i get back we should hang out! ›　ah man, idol life’s like that, huh? ›　idk how you do it, but kudos to you man! ›　where you planning on going?

[ sms -> Mark hyung ] What’s up, hyung?

[ sms -> Mark hyung ] I’m bored. I wanna go out, Wanna come with me?

“Just cause I saw a fire don’t mean that I know how it happened.” He replied back once he was done telling the operator that the fire department was needed. “So even if they do want to talk to me about it. I could always know nothing about how it started.”

(sms) dang (sms) oh, wow a break. i guess you caught me on a good time because i’m on break too– i don’t have class for another two hours. (sms) i’m just in my library though. taking a nap. or tried to.

“Sweet,” she chirped, slipping her jacket on. As she picks up her bag, she checks her appearance to make sure she is still presentable at least. She tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before heading back over to Mark. “Ready,” she asks.

›　5th of august man. ›　no ragrets hah! ›　dude i bet, how are things and whatnot? ›　best rest up when you can at least

Of course I’m not tired of you. I told you, you"re the love of my life hehehe

it’ll be the third! wow, three years and you’re not tired of me or my shit at all. guess you’re stuck with me for life, pikahyeon.

[ 段宜恩 ] - A groan leaves plump lips and in a moment of despair, Hongwi brushes both hands through his hair to calm himself down. But even the dim light flickering through the street lamp above his head and the faint chirping of crickets in the distance is not enough to bath him in the idyll of the night.

“You are not helping my cause. That was the last train back to Seoul.”

And there it is. The glaring of pride that makes him refuse to use the money that is rightfully is. Hongwi will not call his uncle, under no circumstances. Even if that means spending the night stranded somewhere on the country side with his friend.

mark blinks as he falls into step beside him. by the end of hongwi’s sentence, he offers an apologetic smile. he considers saying something but he holds out until a proper idea dawns on him. quietly, he settles at looking at the flickering streetlight. their shadows dance and flicker on the ground as he paces, running hands through his hair now because he’s slightly rattled. it was somewhat his fault after all, mark had them lost on the way to the station.  “let’s just find somewhere to sleep for the night...unless you strictly have somewhere to be.” mark gauges his reaction before saying anything further. 

A previous trauma for recurring dreams? No wonder Clarissa kept having the same nightmare since she was younger. After being betrayed by someone you thought you knew and trusted.. who wouldn’t have trauma. Or maybe she was just being stupid and childish and immature to the situation she was in. Although she did her best to put her past behind her. But can it really stay in the past? With a small sigh she decided not to dwell on that subject. After all what would Mark thing about that situation? She was tired of the names for an entire lifetime. She didn’t want to bring it up and re-live it anymore.

She sat up straight in the chair and pursed her lips in thought, mostly thinking about the books that she had on dreams. “I don’t think I remember the titles, hold on.” Clarissa stood up from her seat and made her way over towards the bookcase that was in the corner. After leaning down just a little bit, her eyes roamed over the titles of the multi colored book binds that were located on the shelf. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for though. She pulled a light blue colored one from the shelf and walked back over to Mark, taking a seat next to him and looked at the book in her hands. “’Knowing Your Dreams’” she read the title and handed it to him.

he tries not to press the topic, he really does. mark wasn’t one to pressure anyone into sharing anything with him. he watches clarissa’s face for a reaction, trying to shake the feeling that something large had happened. it was probably the best for him not to know. there are some things that are better left in the past after all. clarissa certainly wishes not to revisit these events, and mark soon learns it’s best not to poke and prod at things he has no business about. 

mark stops thinking about it when she responds and makes her way toward the bookcase. after she picks out the one she was looking for, his eyes light up. mark reads the cover as she dictates. quite interested, he takes the book with a grateful hand. soon enough, it ends up on his lap, the cover turned to reveal the first few pages. mark continues to skim lightly, falling into a rhythm with each page he turns. “possible meanings are endless.” he calls out a line as he goes along, propping the book on his knee and facing it toward her. “this is going to be a lot of reading for something so trivial.” he smiled, taking a second to ask, “do you mind if I borrow this?” 

“Honestly, junk food,” she says with a light laugh. Just because there was a list about as tall as she was about what she couldn’t eat, doesn’t mean her sweet tooth didn’t have the final say in what she actually ate. She opened the door to her dressing room, heading over to the vanity for her jacket and purse.

          “Ah –!” He ducks a little almost immediately after feeling fingers in his hair, turning to swat at the offending hand and shoot the other a little glare.

“Mark,” he warns the idol, straightening up and making a face. Well, at least it wasn’t the boy’s own hair, something Sen just finished working on. “Isn’t it time for the shoot? You’ve got better things to do than harass your stylist, y’know.”

“harass?” laughing, mark pulls his hand back. “it was a friendly gesture!” he argues, albeit playfully. mark takes one quick glance at the expression on his face and whatever he sees convinces him that this wasn’t the time to play games.