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✨INTERRUPTIONS – m.l.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – mark lee x female!reader

genre – smut⎜non-idol!au, university!au

warnings – phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, fingering, the reader has a thing for mark’s voice (and by ‘the reader’ i mean me, i have a thing for mark’s voice), pwp i guess

word count – 4.066 words

summary – with midterms approaching, you had little to no time to take care of your needs. that’s why when the perfect opportunity to have some alone time showed up, you couldn’t let it go to waste. unfortunately, or more like fortunately, some unexpected interruptions changed the way things turned out.

note – so, i’m back from the dead lol. i haven’t been posting so frequently since i got sick, and then when i thought i’d have time to write, i got into my dream school. basically i’m really busy atm, i mean, i’m moving countries in a couple of months and i’m gonna be far away from my family, living alone for the first time in my whole life. so yeah, i’m sorry for that. once things go back to normal, i’ll be able to spend more time writing and go back to posting more often. anyways, i’m sorry if this is trash, but hope you guys like it :’) enjoy!

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername​

fucking finally, you thought as you stepped a foot inside your dorm.

stumbling over your own feet, you almost banged your head against the foot lamp that stood at the side of the couch on your way to your room. slamming your door closed before locking it, you discarded the uncomfortable clothes you had been wearing throughout the day as fast as you could, letting them pool on the floor by your desk. once you had gotten rid of them, you threw yourself on your bed, sighing in contentment. you didn’t even bother to look for your favorite vibrator, hands flying south to cup your throbbing core as soon as your back hit the mattress, too horny to lose time.

you were finally in the confinement of your room, alone, after an exhausting day full of boring classes.

for no reason, you were extremely sexually frustrated, and it had been building up for a couple of weeks now. actually, there was a reason; finals were just around the corner and some of your professors had decided not to take exams, like they normally would, and instead, they had forced you to spend most of your sacred free time working on papers and projects, not to mention the amount of homework piling up on your desk.

lately, you didn’t even have time to breath. and soon, the little to no human interaction had become so overwhelming you were horny most of the time.

luckily, you had managed to finish most of your pending work, so you could finally have some me time. since there were a few hours left before your roommate came back from her last class of the day, you basically had the whole dorm to yourself. thanks to that, you could take as much time as you needed, be as loud as you wished and not even feel sorry about it. whatever it took you to release some of the pent up stress.

and you were going to make sure to squeeze the most out of it, who knew when would be the next time an opportunity like this presented itself to you on a silver plate?

you sucked on your fingers, although you wished it was something else instead, to lubricate them before bringing them to slide between your folds, softly massaging while spreading your arousal. goosebumps rose on your skin, a shiver running down your spine in excitement as a first moan of more to come fell from your wet lips.

now that you had what you needed so desperately, you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

or that’s what you thought.

the sound of your ringtone made you freeze, startling you and forcing you to pull away from your pulsating core.

who the hell was calling you now of all times? you didn’t even have that many friends.

feeling annoyed and slightly confused, you carelessly wiped your fingers clean on the bed sheets before reaching for your phone. you were planning on doing your laundry later, anyway.

your mouth fell open in surprise when your eyes scanned over the caller id popping in your screen.

mark lee.

your… friend? classmate? acquaintance? you didn’t know for sure. you weren’t close at all. you didn’t frequent the same group of people and the few occasions you happened to interact were small talk when you bumped into each other in between classes or around campus at lunch time.

but even if your relationship didn’t have a label just yet, you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by the sweet boy with round glasses and contagious laugh.

mark was beautiful, to say the least; sharp jawline, flawless milk-like skin, soft pink lips, fluffy mop of blue hair, and big, soft eyes that had a spark on them that reminded you of the night sky filled with stars. you would die to boop the tip of his nose if it wasn’t for his hot body.

oh boy, that goddamn body of his. you had been blessed by the sight of his sculpted body one day you accidentally stumbled into him and his friends playing basketball, shirtless. you had to stop yourself from drooling over his abs, broad back and toned arms glistening with sweat.

but don’t let that fool you, he was a child of god, always so pristin and innocent. you could even describe him as awkwardly social and a clumsy mess. but all around pretty fun to hang out with. that creative mind of his never failed to make everyone around him laugh til the brim of tears. a cute dork, really.

his duality was really something.

what a man.

coming back from your daydream, you managed to react before you missed the call, swiping your finger over the screen to answer before holding the phone between your shoulder and ear.

“y/n?” the first thing you heard was mark's hesitant voice. was it okay for him to call you just like that? he hoped he wasn’t bothering you, that would be awkward.

you tried to calm down your breathing before answering, not wanting to make things weird for him and pretending nothing happened.

“hello?”

“sorry for calling you out of nowhere, you must be very busy,” he muttered with an awkward laugh.

cute.

“it’s fine, i wasn’t,” you lied, eyes trailing down your naked body and setting on your glistening pussy, “what do you need?”

lying wasn’t your thing. you tried to avoid it as much as possible since it was against your principles, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for interrupting your precious time of self love. after all, how was he supposed to know?

“oh, i just wanted to ask you if you had already started working on that physics paper mr. bae gave us yesterday. i was trying to solve a few problems in advance so i wouldn’t end up last minute stealing someone else’s answers, but i can’t get past the first one.”

although the semester had just started a few weeks ago, he was already failing physics. numbers weren’t his cup of tea, and mr. bae explained the topics too fast for mark’s brain to process such a big amount of information. he was in desperate need of help and since you were always so nice to him, he thought it would be a good idea to ask you.

as mark explained the reason behind his sudden call, you couldn’t help but let your fingers start moving once again, working on your clit at a slow rhythm so as to not make too much noise. you were dying to speed up your movements, but the fear of getting caught by your sweet classmate was too intense for you to even consider it.

your high was building up at a painfully slow, almost torturous rate. you wanted nothing but to moan out loud and fuck yourself faster, shoving your digits in and out, as deep as they could go. you wanted nothing more than to cum around them and keep playing with your clit until you couldn’t bear the overstimulation anymore.

“no, i haven’t yet.”

“uh, i thought you might know how to solve them, y’know? since you’re one of the smartest people i know,” he paused, cringing and he cursed himself for talking too much. “when you check them out, can you, maybe, let me know?”

“why don’t you read the problem you’re struggling with for me, hm?” you offered, a little too breathy to go unnoticed, but even if he did, he didn’t say anything.

“ah, okay! just let me go get my-, ouch, fuck,” he had to bit his fist to muffle a scream in pain. you were making him so nervous he stabbed his pinky toe on the edge of his bed.

“are you alright?” you giggled, finding his clumsiness endearing and momentarily distracting you from the aching between your legs.

“i’m fine! give me a second…” you heard shuffling coming from the other end of the phone, which you took advantage of by slipping your fingers back inside, your warm walls hugging them tightly, before he came back, paper in hand and ready to go. “i’m back. so, the question is… calculate the mass defect and the binding energy per nucleon of the 92u, if the atomic mass is 298.050783 u.”

“what is it that you don’t get, mark?” you asked sweetly, and he had to wipe his sweaty palms in his pants, hands running up and down his thighs to calm himself down.

“how am i supposed to solve that if i don’t have enough information to use the formula?”

“actually, if you pay close attention, you’ll notice you do.”

“huh?” you laughed at his cluelessness and his cheeks burned from embarrassment.

“so, the value of the mass of the proton and the value of the mass of the neutron are constant, they never change,” he let out a string of ‘oh’s to show his understanding, making you smile.

he was really cute.

“do you happen to have your theory book?”

“uh, yeah.”

“you can check the actual values in the book,” you pointed out, hearing the sound of pages flipping in response. “once you find the mass defect, you can easily find the binding energy per nucleon,” you explained. “do you understand now?”

“yeah, i think i do.”

knowing he was understanding everything so fast was such a relief, that meant the call would be over sooner than you had expected. your tummy fluttered in excitement, you were more than eager to finish going through the long list of problems waiting to be solved so you could get back to your business.

“let’s get to the next problem, then.”

“wait, let me try it out.”

you hummed to let him know you were okay with it, hoping he wasn’t going to take too much time. taking the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder to press the mute button, you threw it next to you on the mattress.

feeling confident since he wouldn’t be able to hear you, you allowed your fingers to slip inside your tight, needy hole. your hips jerked into your touch, lifting off the bed with a breathy whimper. although at first mark thought it was all in his head, he soon decided it was, indeed, quite real when his body reacted to the sound on his own, cock jumping from the inside of his pants. he had to physically stop himself from groaning, teeth sinking into the skin of his lip with such force he faintly tasted something coppery.

your needy mewls and whines had his mind turning foggy, and the paper in front of him was quickly the last thing in his list of priorities. questions flooded his head, adding to the distractions. did you know he could hear you? if not, should he let you know? were you doing this to tease him? he wanted to ask so badly, but what if you got angry?

trying his best to focus on the task in hand, he scribbled down on an old piece of paper, repeatedly glancing at his book to make sure he was using the right values and in the correct order. your soft moans never stopped and it was making things harder for mark, in both aspects, since his attention kept going back to you, but he managed to push through. after some time of trying to successfully solve the problem, mark finally got a plausible result.

oblivious to mark’s struggle, you closed your eyes in bliss, feeling your high get closer with each pinch of your clit. one of your hands found its way to your breasts, rolling your left nipple between your fingers. you felt so good you almost forgot he was still on the phone with you.

he couldn’t take it any longer, he needed to know. his dick felt like it would explode if he didn’t do something, whatever, to relieve himself. any kind of friction, even if subtle, was well welcomed.

“hey, are you okay?” mark managed to ask, breathing deeply and eyes squeezing shut as his heart pumped furiously against his rib cage.

your eyes darted to your phone, and your worst fears suddenly became very real.

shit.

all the time you had been moaning so freely while he silently tried to solve the problem, mark had been able to hear you. your eyes widened in panic and your cheeks felt warm from embarrassment.

the call had been unmuted the whole time and mark had heard you, loud and clear.

you were sure you had muted the call, you clearly remembered pressing the button a few minutes earlier or else you wouldn’t have let yourself be so loud. how could you have been so careless?

“i-i’m fine, mark. don’t worry,” you struggled to speak, voice wavering.

you prayed he would just brush it off and pretend like nothing happened, like he didn’t just hear you masturbating.

but how could he?

“y-y/n,” he gulped hard. he had to know, he was dying to know what was causing such pretty noises to come out of your mouth, “w-what were you doing before i interrupted you?”

“do you… do you want me to be honest with you?” you spoke quietly.

“please.”

“i was touching myself, mark. i was masturbating.”

silence.

utter and complete silence. that’s what followed your lewd confession. and for a moment you feared he had hung up because of the lack of response. but he hadn’t. he was just speechless, shocked by your crude words; you had punched the air out of his chest and his brain felt too heavy for him to form any kind of coherent sentence.

they were all it took for mark to completely forget about mr. bae, the physics paper and his not-so-good grades.

you were so distracting. but in the best way possible, of course.

excitement rushed south to his dick, and mark felt himself harden in his slacks. he did what you had done minutes ago, turning the call on speaker to have both of his hands available. he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling softly at his blue locks, and his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it.

“f-fuck, i wish i was there with you. you have no idea how many times i’ve thought of you calling out my name as you touch yourself.”

you gasped loudly, his words taking you by surprise. and when a strangled moan left his lips as he palmed the bulge forming in his pants, you could only whimper in response.

“m-mark,” he hummed, “keep talking, please,” you pleaded in a moan, desperately wanting to keep hearing mark’s deep and soothing voice. the same voice that didn’t need to say anything dirty to leave you with an uncomfortable wetness in your panties.

because, of course, this wasn’t the first time you were thirsting over the boy.

mark was your biggest and most recurrent sexual frustration.

and the little shit knew it.

he wasn’t oblivious to the look in your eyes, dark and hooded, when you stared at him from afar. the way you bit your lip and scratched your thigh to take your mind off of the unholy thoughts that swam in your head as you looked at his mouth while he spoke.

he liked knowing you felt at least physically attracted to him.

“you like that? you like the way i’m talking to you?” you heard him coo mockingly at you and you moaned, running your fingers over your clit in a circling motion.

his voice fell a few octaves, turning husky, and the shudder that ran down your spine forced you to press your thighs together, trapping your hand in between. but even with the restriction of your legs, your fingers never faltered to work on your craving pussy, plunging in and slipping out before sliding back in.

“so you do have a thing for my voice,” mark chuckled lowly, a smug smirk growing on his face and you heard him mutter ‘kinky’. he was getting bolder by the minute and you couldn’t deny it was affecting you more than you would like. “i never thought i’d turn you on while reading some physics problem,” you whined in protest, wanting to bury yourself underground as your cheeks burned in shame.

you didn’t sign up for this humiliation.

“y’know, i’d eat you out so good, make you cum on my tongue until you can’t take it anymore,” mark continued, trying to get you riled up. and it was working pretty well. “would you like that?”

“yes, yes,” you choked out, core throbbing at his words. “please, mark, i want it.”

your breathy voice plus the wet squelching sound in the background painted a picture that had mark quickly tugging down his pants to let his fingers wrap around the base of his hard cock. his eyes closed, letting his mind imagine it was you touching him instead of his own hand. but it wasn’t you, and he had to pinch his nipple to shake off his disappointment.

“yeah? tell me how much you want it,” he hissed, sliding his fist up and down, squeezing whenever he reached his sensitive tip.

“so much, mark, i need it so much,” you moaned, “i need you so much, please.”

mark sloppily stroked himself, too busy thinking about his next words to touch himself properly. he was enjoying a little too much how fucked out he got you with only some dirty talk.

“do you know how badly i want to fuck you right know? fuck, baby, i’ve wanted to see you cum with my cock stuffed deep inside you since we first meet.”

“w-what?” a startled moan left your mouth, legs shaking and knees feeling weak. your back arched off the bed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moving your hands to play with your leaking pussy and roam over your body. “why didn’t you say anything?” your voice turned high pitched and he yelped.

to think innocent mark lee wasn’t as innocent as you had imagined had your body heating up.

despite being a pretty decent student, you frequently found yourself drifting off during class. especially with the lack of affection and how touch-deprived you were, your mind ended up wandering places your professor would be horrified to see if he was able to take a look inside your head. endless scenarios of mark ramming into you, pounding you so roughly from behind that it felt like he was rearranging your insides with his cock. the purple love bites he would leave along your neck as his hands roamed your body, feeling every curve and expanse of skin available. you wanted him to tease you, to make you beg to fuck you just how you liked. you wanted mark to have his way with you and do whatever he wanted with your body.

“i-i wasn’t sure if you’d want that? i mean, i suspected you found me, uhm, attractive, i guess. but fucking is on another level, y’know? imagine how awkward it’d be if i made a move on you and you turned out to be uninterested. pretty freaking awkward if you ask me,” mark defended himself, and you shook your head disapprovingly.

“you should’ve just gone for it, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. if he had said something earlier, maybe you wouldn’t be so touch-deprived and frustrated as you currently were.

“sorry, okay? can we, uh, continue where we left off?”

you hummed, “but you owe me one.”

“fine, i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

after that little interruption, things got heated again pretty fast.

mark couldn’t see you, but he could hear you and that was enough for him to feel a burning sensation settle in his belly. his name rolled off your tongue as a mantra, as if it was everything you ever knew. and, at that moment, he was everything to you, the only thing in your mind.

“i love how my name sounds coming from you, shit,” mark groaned, eyebrows furrowed and thighs tensing.

his member twitched in his grip as he felt his high approach, hips thrusting up to meet his fist. your moans only egged him on as he focused on matching the pace of your fingers.

“i’m close, m-mark, please,” a shaky breath left your chest as the tightening feeling in your core got stronger and stronger.

“cum for me, baby, and i wanna hear you when you do.”

you felt so overwhelmed by pleasure, so close to reaching heaven, but you didn’t want to cum alone. no, you wanted to fall over the edge with mark at the other end of the line calling out for you.

“i-i wanna cum with you, please,” you pleaded, feeling your clit throb uncontrollably. you could almost graze your release with your fingertips, and it was about to hit you like a truck.

“i’m almost there, wait for me baby,” mark grunted, giving into your request. he pumped his cock harshly, playing with his balls and groaning at the feeling.

suddenly, your vision went blurry as the knot on your belly finally snapped.

“mark!”

a loud cry resonated in your room. you threw your head back into the pillows and curled your toes as you reached your long awaited release. your fingers pumped deeply into you, making your hot juices run down your thighs and this time, completely ruin your sheets.

your orgasm seemed to trigger mark’s and with a few flicks of his wrist, he felt his balls tensing, your name falling from his lips between a string of hushed groans. his hard, angry red cock throbbed in his grip as he shot his load, painting the flexed muscles of his abdomen with white, milky ropes of cum.

for a few minutes, the only noise that could be heard was the sound of your uneven breathing, deep puffs of air leaving your chests as you both came down from your respective highs.

“fuck, that was hot,” mark let out a chuckle, trying to regain his breath as he tucked himself back in his pants.

“yeah,” you hummed in agreement, still sensitive from your orgasm.

neither of you said anything after that, and you held in a breath as the air around you suddenly changed. it turned thick and heavy, making you both uncomfortable. you laid there, naked and covered in sweat and cum, trying to think of ways to avoid the awkward silence that surrounded you.

the physics paper, right, that was the whole point of the call.

“do you still want me to help you solve the rest of the paper? i still have to check it out, so might as well kill two birds with one stone,” breaking the dense silence, you asked hesitantly.

“that’d be great, thanks,” mark answered, a little less hesitant, finding your offer quite reassuring. things weren’t going to get weird after all, right? “are you free tomorrow night?”

“yeah, mine or yours?”

“yours.”

you both fell silent again for a second. it was less uncomfortable than the one you were previously submerged in, but it still made a funny feeling set in your throat, so you decided to, once again, break it.

“fine. until then, i guess.”

“yup, see you,” you heard before the line went dead.

after you had calmed down and your head had cleared from your orgasm, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. how were you going to face mark the next day after that? why did you agree to get together tomorrow? you could have easily avoided him until next week since you didn’t share any classes until then. that would have gave you more time to think about the consequences of having phone sex with one of your classmates. you surely hadn’t thought of the possible outcomes of it before letting your frustration get the best of you.

concern bubbled inside of you and a sinking feeling settled on your stomach as you thought about it.

how was this going to affect your relationship with the boy?

this could either ruin any chance of a friendship or bring you both closer and give you an excuse to talk to him.

maybe this is just what you needed to finally put a label on your relationship.

and maybe you just had to wait to find out.

–lia:)

02 : Definitely Not A Coincidence

GENRE ― nct as mafia, txt as mafia, college!au

SUMMARY ― There were many possibilities on why he came back, but Natalie is sure that this isn’t a coincidence at all.

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ― mention of killing someone, links of the moodboards would be put below for the mentions of NCT's soulmates (for those who are lost on who is who)

previous chapter (chapter 1)

It's been nearly two weeks, and even when she is editing 40% of her project, her mind would always go back to the scene where she shot her shot twice.

She remembered those brown eyes.

‘He didn’t even look hesitant to even shoot me,’

‘Was he there to kill me?’

‘After all the times we spent together….’

Even after 5 years – even though it was just 5 years, she still remembers.

That's because deep down she still cares.

The students entering the lecture hall made her wake up from her own trance – and the last group to enter the hall are of course, the well-known Dream boys.

Different greetings were being said to Natalie as the boys took their seats, some sat behind and some sat at the front.

Her eyes naturally fell towards Mark, as soon as he sat beside her.

He always sat beside her whenever they had a last minute class in the lecture hall.

"Hey, the boys and I stopped by the cafeteria and I bought sandwiches." Mark stated at the same time taking out two sandwiches. "For you," He smiled slightly and Natalie sighed in relief.

"You always save me, Mark. I was starving...." Natalie muttered at the end, not minding how funny she looked as soon as she had the sandwich on her hands. She didn't even wait for Mark's reply of thanks, proceeding to unwrap the sandwich.

"Your welcome," Mark coolly said, he knows whenever she is with him, he can't hide the smile on his face. Not when she is happily devouring onto the sandwich he bought for her.

"How's your parents?" Mark asked while deciding to have his sandwich, at the same time his eyes didn't leave Natalie's.

"They are fine, you know them. Dad is as sharp as Taeyong," Natalie shrugs slightly, "Oh and they are still checking on who disrupted Taeyong's party. He is furious. I'm sure you know," Natalie gave Mark a knowing look, seeing the boy nodding in agreement.

Natalie was lucky that she isn't living in 127's residence.

The day when the incident happened, Natalie was instructed to stay in Dream's residence together with Sylvia. Once Mark was summoned in 127's meeting room along with the other 127 members, Taeyong was filled with red and anger.

He literally told all of the members to find out who invaded his party – Mark had a different job though.

"Mark, wait." He was about to leave as soon as Taeyong dismissed them.

Mark turned towards his leader, smiling slightly. "Yeah?“

Taeyong stares at Mark for a while, sighing as he tells him to sit beside him. “What is it hyung? Other than the invaders, everything okay? Did you inform Yelena?”

Taeyong chuckled slightly, “Of course, she was the first one to know. You know how protective she is with Natalie. She keeps on asking me if my sister is safe… Sometimes she forgets to ask about me,” Taeyong whispered at the end, seeing the little pout on his lips — Mark of course heard and saw him clearly, causing the younger one to laugh.

“Anyways, speaking of Natalie, I need you to do something for me. Regarding Natalie — Actually not just you, you will probably need the whole Dream members.” Taeyong’s voice turned serious in a second, and that made Mark switch to his serious mode too.

The young one just nodded.

“I kind of figured who invaded my party but I asked the others to look more through it,” Taeyong paused before turning towards Mark looking him in the eye.

“I need you to keep an eye on Natalie’s every move. I don’t know if she already figured out who is the enemy — but if she knew, she would try to step in.” Taeyong sighed, knowing his sister very well that sometimes she drives him mad sometimes.

But at the end of the day, she is smart and he knows her — and Taeyong knows her really well.

“Okay, Mark? She will definitely try to involve herself in — she will find him, and you have to stop her. If this man is the man I assumed, we can’t let her deal with him alone. This is your task.” Taeyong instructed, strict yet he is calm.

Mark looks calm but he is fighting by himself.

This wasn’t the first for Mark, he would always keep an eye on Natalie without Taeyong’s instructions.

There were days when he was Natalie’s companion in school. Like most of the time they were always together – except for the free classes where Mark would leave Natalie alone in the open lecture theatre since she wasn’t alone.

It’s just Mark caring for his leader’s little sister.

Other students thought they were together, Mark knew they were talking about them sometimes and Natalie definitely heard them – but she didn’t say anything.

Mark is scared that he will lose his trust of Natalie, at the same time he doesn’t want to get lectured by his leader.

“Okay. I’ll stop her,”

“Yeah, he is scary when angry,” Mark whispered and Natalie scoffed, “Not me. I’m not scared of him. He looks like an angry bubble tea,”

Natalie’s comment made Mark choke on his sandwich and she immediately tapped his back. “Mark, you good? Don’t tell me you are angry too for making fun of your leader,”

Mark began to cough and he was lucky Natalie had her own water bottle. She quickly gave him, and he chugged the water quickly.

“..No… I was about to laugh but I choked,” Mark commented, “But it’s true— Oh he sometimes looks like the spicy ramen sauce. Like he was so angry one point of time and his face legit turned red,”

This was Natalie’s turn to laugh – the fact that they are making fun of NCT's leader, the ruthless leader that everyone feared.

But not for Natalie, he is just angry at failed tasks or failed missions. It’s normal but sometimes, he can be blinded with anger – and they have frequent arguments too, and sometimes, it can turn physical.

Regardless, she still loves Taeyong – he is her brother.

The both of them continued their everyday conversation until Kun, who is the dean of the school they were attending – entered along with some of the professors and some students, which Natalie didn’t pay attention to.

She could see their shadows, through where she is and the way her laptop is placed.

Everyone began to quieten down, while some were still on their laptops – Kun knew some of them were either playing games or just doing their own assignments, so he didn’t bother to stop all of them.

“Everyone, I would like you to introduce some new students that would be joining the school.” One of the professors greeted.

“We welcomed five students to Neo Mafia School – Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hueningkai!”

Claps, whistles and giggles were heard at the same time and Natalie was sure she heard his name.

Or maybe she was daydreaming again – which was ridiculous.

The moment when she looked away from her laptop and her eyes turned to the front, Natalie made eye contact with him.

She made eye contact with the familiar brown eyes – and that’s when her surroundings slowed down.

‘This is certainly not a coincidence,’

She just made eye contact with Choi Soobin, her used-to be best friend.

At the same time, when Natalie broke eye contact — Mark’s eyes landed to where Natalie was looking at, and he saw her looking at the newest student who was now talking to a professor.

Mark’s focus then changed towards Natalie.

Her focus was on her own laptop, except she looks way too serious.

Just like what Natalie said to him the first day of school, Mark knows about her past.

He knows, Mark just knows.

“This is definitely planned, it was very obvious.”

“We get it, Nat. Can you please just sit down before you are giving me a migraine right now. I’m trying to answer this questionnaire,” Sylvia groaned to Natalie who was walking back and forth.

Irina, who is Jaemin’s friend – for now, they have their own story to tell but Irina is considered part of the Dream team, but not an official member.

She is the only official assassin out of the ‘Dream Protectors’ who is still working at night for Taeyong – only for light tasks though, she has her own role to play.

Natalie turned towards Irina and Sylvia, seeing they were chilling on the sofa of Dream’s residence living room.

“Okay.. But the question is, why are they here? Why did they enroll in Kun’s mafia school? There are other schools out there somewhere,” Irina reasoned out and Natalie stopped at her tracks.

She was thinking of many possibilities – some made sense, and some she was trying not to think that it could be a possibility.

“..There’s no way they are here to kill Kun right?” Natalie nervously chuckled, “Like c’mon, this is Kun we are talking about. The ‘No. 1 Top Mafia Leader of China’.”

Sylvia shakes her head before turning towards Natalie, “Nah, actually he was known for being an angel. ‘The Angel Mafia Leader’,”

The two girls turned towards Sylvia with a very confused look – Sylvia puts down her papers, looking at the both of them innocently.

“I’m serious. You should look it up, Wayv was known for that thanks to Kun…..” Sylvia trailed off, “Okay fine, continue your theories,”

Irina chuckled slightly before turning towards Natalie.

“Maybe, he was trying to reconnect with you…?” Irina offers a thought and Natalie shakes her head.

Natalie couldn’t help but scoff out loud, “..He could have called. I know he has ways to get someones’ number.”

Irina could see Natalie’s expression softened, yet she looked tense – seeing Natalie’s jaw clenched a few times.

Irina sighed loudly – gaining Sylvia’s attention, she turned towards the assassin and Sylvia read Irina’s face.

Although Sylvia isn’t involved in the mafia businesses that much compared to how Irina is, she still has that assassin skill – the one where Sylvia was taught in the programme along with Irina.

“Hell no..” Sylvia muttered, the voice in her sounded like she didn’t want to believe it hence that gained Natalie’s attention.

“What?”

Irina sat up, straightly then turning towards Sylvia then towards Natalie who was still standing, looking at her two friends.

“I think,” Irina said aloud, eyes making contact with Natalie’s.

“...Choi Soobin came, to kill you.”

Sylvia was watching her, and she couldn’t stand seeing her friend making a frowning face – even when she was putting her stuffs’ into her own locker.

“You know, even with make-up,” Sylvia closes her own locker, then turning towards Natalie, “You are going to have a hard time to conceal those wrinkles and frowns— Oh, you might need to put extra foundation and—

Natalie smacked Sylvia’s arm with a thick book, earning a dramatic gasp from Sylvia herself. “W-what is that for?!”

“..That sounded like it hurts,”

The two girls turned towards the knowing voice and Sylvia who was joking around, had her expression changed a second. She eyed him, before eyeing towards Natalie – giving him a slight smile.

“Yeah, it's supposed to hurt, Mark. She was being mean,” Natalie pointed out, and Sylvia just shrugs. “I was just joking— Oh c'mon! You know me!” Sylvia pouted towards Natalie who can only give her a cheeky glare, before chuckling while muttering a ‘sorry’ to the girl.

“Well since, your prince-charming is here… I’ll go find Irina or the boys.. See you guys later,” Sylvia waved – not daring to turn towards Natalie as she ran away from them.

‘Prince-charming….’

“So, ready to go?” Mark leaned against the locker, as he watched her basically storing books. “..Give me a sec, I’m actually trying— Here! Catch!” Natalie out of nowhere threw a packet drink to him, and as always, he caught it with one hand.

Natalie finally closes the locker door, “I’m ready, let’s go!”

“You kind of forget your packet drink, Nat.”

Natalie turned towards him then to the packet, then to him. “Oh, that was actually for you. I have my own,” Natalie showed her own packet drink and Mark flusteredly mutter an ‘oh’.

“Thanks,” Mark shyly said, and both of them were about to walk away when Mark slightly slowed down his pace,

“By the way, Aurora noona will come over to make us her special pie… Do you wanna... come over..?” Mark asked, he sounded normal but he was definitely nervous.

Natalie’s face instantly lit up and she was about to answer him.

“Natalie!”

Both Mark and Natalie turned towards the voice – seeing a professor and someone she knows approaching her.

‘Oh no…’

She was a professor who taught Natalie about self-defenses theoretically. “Natalie!... I’m sorry Mark, but can I steal Natalie away from you just for a minute please?” She sweetly asked Mark and he immediately nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mark smiled tightly towards Natalie, and before she could say anything, he already walked away.

‘Tomorrow? But he asked me to come over,’

Natalie frowned at his back who was already turning a corner – but her attention quickly turned towards the professor and a student standing a step away from them.

“I know I am disrupting your lunch but I hope you could do me a favour.” The professor sheepishly asked and Natalie forced a smile.

“It’s okay, I missed a few times just to complete my work. So… what’s wrong, professor?” Natalie hesitantly questioned, trying not to look at the professors’ back.

“Oh, nothing is wrong, Natalie. But could you show Soobin around the campus? Well, we didn’t show him around – maybe a little but it wasn’t as proper, since they quickly started their first lessons yesterday.” The professor explained,

“So could you please show him around? Maybe you could do a quick one, I mean it isn’t a huge campus after-all,” he professor continued, her eyes’ pleading towards Natalie.

Natalie again, forcing a smile. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Natalie! I know you would help me!” The professor beamed, before turning towards the student at the back – asking him to come towards where they were.

He stood beside her.

“Okay.. Soobin, this is Natalie Hansen. One of our A+ students, among ten of them.” The professor introduced – instead of looking him in the eye, she looked in the middle of his brows area.

“I'll leave the two of you then!! I have to go, I have a meeting with the dean!” The professor pats both the students’ on the back before leaving the two alone.

‘...Choi Soobin came to kill you,’

Irina’s words echoed in her mind, and Natalie swore she could feel her face muscles tensed – but she managed to conceal it with an awkward smile.

In return, Soobin smiled – the tall boy smiled sincerely, putting out his hand for a handshake.

This definitely caught her off guard, because Natalie could see he was being nice and he wasn’t being fake.

She could see him directly in his eyes.

“Hi Natalie. Nice to meet you, My name is Soobin.”

This brings back to the time when Soobin introduced himself to her, 9 years ago – when Natalie was a stuck-up 'princess' and Soobin was a nice, polite and innocent boy.

"Hi," Natalie said with a small smile, before accepting his handshake.

Not knowing that someone was watching the both of them secretly.

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