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mark's phone ➶ seventy six percent.

18:24 || 6:24 p.m

jaemiiin:
mark!

jaemiiin:
wya?

mvrk:
was @ the food court
but then i just finished up my classes and spent the day drawing in my sketchbook by the park near the school all day.
i'm heading back now
why?

jaemiiin:
because there's like
some huge ass package addressed to "mark lee" on your door

jaemiiin:
and it's there right now

jaemiiin:
it doesn't have a sender

mvrk:
what?

mvrk:
really?

mvrk:
and it doesn't have any name or anything?

jaemiiin:
nope

jaemiiin:
so bring ya ass and ya earphones
because i wanna know what this is with you

mvrk:
alright

mvrk:
i'm almost there anyway

「 mark was met with an excited jaemin at his front porch. the sunset was really nice. a mix of hazy purple and pink tinted the sky beautifully. 」

「 "come on come on! open it!" jaemin exclaimed. this box was much too heavy to carry inside, so mark slid it down his stair steps carefully and sat on the front lawn. 」

「 with the soft green grass he was sitting on, combined with the pretty hued sky, mark could feel even himself getting as excited as jaemin was. 」

「 the huge cardboard box was neatly taped, and once mark was able to open the two flaps, he was amazed at what he saw. 」

「 an art kit. completed with every little thing mark could ever ask for. pencils, colored pencils, pens, markers, both thick and thinned tip, a stack of blank paper, a stack of multi colored paper, paint and paint brushes, empty canvases, and much more. 」

「 mark stared at the contents of the box in awe. all this was just what you could see at the top of the box. he wondered what else he would find if he dug deeper into the box. 」

「 jaemin smiled wide at mark's reaction. he hadn't seen a smile that big on his friend's face in a really long time. since none of the things in the box really interested jaemin the way it interested mark, he bid his goodbye after helping mark carry the box into his room so he could be left alone with his own 'present'. 」

「 what jaemin failed to realize however, was the small slip of paper that rested on top of the pack of markers. mark took it before jaemin could see it and placed it in his pocket. 」

「 he was now getting the paper out of his pocket when he heard his front door close, signaling to him that jaemin had left. 」

「 a phone number. one he didn't have in his contacts. he smiled at the number, knowing in his head that those digits written neatly in black ink were the person who sent him all this. 」

「 and before he knew it, mark carefully took everything out of the box, and organized it neatly on top of his desk in the corner of his room. he took a long, slow shower after all the emotion he went through. 」

「 then, once he was dressed into his sweatpants and cotton black t-shirt, mark grabbed his phone with the quickness and decided to text the mystery number. 」

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