Supernerd! MARK

10 | Mark me in your heart

I frown at his note. Couldn't he have just dropped me a text?

I scan the room before my eyes land on his study table, and sure enough, a fresh set of hoodie and sweatpants is sitting there waiting for me.

Mark's room looks considerably more spacious in the sunlight, though just like any other regular college boy's room, it is slightly untidy.

A few articles of clothing litter his hardwood floor, the boy not even bothering to pick them up to put them where they belong in his laundry basket— I imagine he probably just sucks at playing Kobe from his wardrobe.

Atop his dresser sits random knick-knacks which don't look like they belong together— a PS4 controller, a lava lamp- and is that an opened bag of chips?

Deciding I've had enough of daydreaming, I stretch one last time before planting my feet on the floor, turning around to make his twin-sized bed which doesn't take me long at all.

I pad towards his study table to get my fresh set of clothes, and I can't help but to marvel at his desk.

It is filled with random stationery accompanied with sheets of paper strewn around messily, and I wonder how he's able to keep up with his different assignments despite how disorganised he is. I know better than to mess around with them though, knowing Mark is probably just one of those people who has their own system of doing things that work best for them.

I take the bundle of clothes into my hands, careful not to touch anything else. Before I could leave the room however, my eyes find a stray piece of paper at the corner of his table, the top portion of it tucked under a weight so as to prevent it from flying off his desk.

I assume it's probably for his Science Club based off the chunk of words and formulas that my pea-sized brain is failing to comprehend, the only words that I'm able to understand being Version 3.01 at the top.

There are doodles that accompany his notes— some hexagonal shapes and a drawing of a flask on a bunsen burner, but even those did nothing to help me in trying to understand what this is about considering the title at the very top of the page is covered with the book on his desk.

I could imagine Mark being hunched over his table as he scribbles his notes messily, only occasionally stopping as he thinks of what to write next while he fiddles with his pen. I don't think he knows this, but he has the tendency to stick the tip of his tongue out whenever he's focused on something, a sight that I've witnessed one too many times. He'd do just that, rinse and repeat.

For some reason, the thought brings a smile to my face, and I don't bother stopping myself— hell if he isn't the nerdiest person I know.

The door swings open suddenly, and I am stolen of my own thoughts as I jump at the sound.

"Mark!" I gasp as I clutch the bundle of clothing to my chest. "You scared me."

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckles, as he sets his bag on the edge of his desk, his science notes now out of my sight. "How are you feeling?"

His question catches me off-guard. To be really honest, I haven't really thought of yesterday night's events ever since I woke up— until now, that is.

I don't blame Mark for his question though, knowing he's just asking because he worries for me.

I give him a small smile. "Better. Thank you. For yesterday."

I think my sentence came out all jumbled and weird, and it's probably because I'm just now reminded of the events that had unfolded after the incident yesterday.

You know, the one where Haechan had barged in, causing Mark to trap me under the sheets with him, and us continuing to stay in that position until daylight broke.

Yeah... I don't want to remember it. Especially not in the presence of the subject himself.

"Okay. Good." Mark gives me a lopsided smile before his eyes land on his bed. "You didn't have to make my bed, you know."

"It's fine, it's the least I could do."

Mark nods wordlessly as he takes a step towards me, and my eyes instinctively widen at the sudden lack of distance between us.

He brings his hand up to my neck where my gauze sits, and I can feel his fingers graze my skin slightly before he drops them back down.

"I'll help you change your bandage after you shower," he says, taking a step back.

I can literally feel air fill my lungs as he does so, helping me breathe properly once again.

"Y-Yeah," I stutter. "Okay. Cool. I'll... I'll go shower now."

Mark doesn't seem to notice me embarrassing myself like an idiot in front of him as he steps to the side, letting me exit his room.

He calls out something along the lines of the towels being in the vanity or whatever, but I'm far too focused on the thumping beating of my heart as I make my way to the bathroom.

"Get a grip of yourself, Yena," I mutter to myself as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I try to compose my breathing.

I go to the sink, resting my arms on it while I stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed red, the same way they do whenever I've had one too many to drink, and that is when I realise— I'm fucked.

I'm fucked, because it is only now dawning upon me that I have a massive crush on Mark Lee.