𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟭

kismet ; mark

You were half-tempted to ask him to repeat what he said because you definitely could not have heard that right. The Mark Tuan could not possibly have just asked to accompany you for supper. Maybe if you pinched yourself hard enough you would wake up. You did exactly that and felt a sharp pain go up your arm. Okay, so you weren't dreaming.

'W-What?" you stuttered.

'It's the least I can do if I ran into you and besides I'm not going to leave a girl to eat alone at this hour, do you know how many drunkards there are at night?"

'I-I don't want to bother you or anything,' you said, trying your best to look at anything but him which was a Herculean task.

'Well, I'm going to have to insist then,' he stared at you stubbornly, and you gave in quickly enough, averting your eyes.

'Fine,' you sighed, stuffing your hands deep in your pockets as he fell into step next to you.

At The Restaurant

You choked back laughter as Mark told you another hilarious story about him and the boys at the dorm.

'You know,' you grinned, sipping slowly on your Coke, beverage of your choice when it came to late night studying. 'I always thought you were the quiet one in the group,'

His smile froze in place and you cursed yourself silently, you should have just shut up.

'I am the quiet one, but I do open up around people when I get comfortable with them,' he admitted slowly, munching on another rice cake. He had already eaten a whole plate of the stuff and his hand was still reaching for more, damn he could eat.

'Besides, you haven't fangirled or screamed or asked me to take a photo with you even once yet,' he grinned. 'It's nice just to sit down and talk with a fan just like a normal human being,'

'I guess,' you laughed, and despite only having talked to him for a few hours you could somehow tell that he was just joking.

'But it is nice getting to know you,' he rested his head on the plam of his hand. 'I guess, nearly knocking you down on the middle of the sidewalk was sort of beneficial after all,' he grinned.

'Not so beneficial for me if I'm going to have to pay for all the rice cakes you've been eating,' you complained, chuckling as he speared another one with his fork.

'I'll pay,' he waved his cutlery in the air, before popping the last rice cake into his mouth.

'But-,' you were about to protest but he shook his head, silencing you.

'No buts,' he grinned and as if to make a point he plucked your purse out of your hands.

'Hey!' you laughed as he held it up playfully. 'Fine, I'll let you pay but I'll still owe you,'

'Of course you will, and to ensure that you do make good on that,' he took out his phone and pressed the contacts button. 'Here,' he handed it to you.

'You want me to give my number to you?' you asked wondering if this night could actually get any better.

'Or else you might run away and then you're going to owe me a late night supper for the rest of your life,' he joked as you warily punched in your digits.

'How do I know you're not just a scammer and will actually use my number for God knows what? Or even worse you might be some sort of telemarketer, ' you feigned horror, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

'I might call you everyday to ask about the dinner but other than that I don't think you'll have much to worry about,' he grinned as you handed the phone back to him.