facade [ jaebum got7 ]

chapter 3

You grab your keys, phone and wallet running two steps at a time out the door. Your short skirt doesn't help when you trip in the driveway and graze your knees.

Why? You groan in pain and push yourself up from the ground, dragging yourself into the car. Looking down you see small cuts scattered on your knees, deciding you're in too much of a rush right now you ignore them and start the ignition.

The drive is short as your mind overflows itself with admiration and excitement for this boy and your date today. Arriving at a crowded but quiet park, you quickly check your hair and clothes in the rearview mirror while taking in deep breaths. You've seen Mark quite a bit now but you still feel flustered and giddy every single time you see him.

Hoping out of the car, you lock it and stuff your hands into your pockets, feeling the slight chill of the nearby lake. Tall pine trees surround you entirely leaving spots of soft, fluffy grass inbetween where dozens of families, couples and friends sit comfortably in the sweet, serene air. This place is beautiful, how did he know about such a place?

You softly pad through the calm atmosphere, unsure where to go. Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you dial his number and bring it to your ear.

"Hello? Y/N?" Mark soft, deep voice speaks throughout the phone

"Uh hi, sorry i'm late. Where should I come?" you speak timidly

"Uhhh" he drifts off and you hear rustling on the other side of the phone, "oh! I see you! Just keep walking straight" he says and you look up straight ahead, spotting the dark, wavy haired boy smiling brightly and waving his hand back and forth with utter excitement. You desperately try to contain your butterflies and walk over, almost loosing your balance a few times.

As you walk closer you take notice of his arrangement. A soft, red plaid picnic blanket lays across the grass, food, sweet and savoury of all sorts fills almost every inch of the blanket. He sits like a child, with his legs crossed and cuddled up to his chest. His usual style speaks confidentaly as he wears his usual black jeans with an oversized bright blue t-shirt. He pouts slightly and pats the empty space next to him. You stumble slightly and sit down slowly next to him, your legs feeling even more shakey than before. You are sure your face is as red as it could go.

"Cute" he speaks softly, and your head snaps up out of shock

"W-what" you mumble

"Huh, nothing" he replies, he waves his hand over the picnic blanket gesturing to all the food. "You like?" he asks, with a bright smile and furrowed eyebrows

"Yes! how did you even get all this food, did you make it all!?" you blurt out, amazed

"Yes, of course i made it" he replies and you gasp in surprise as he laughs out loud. He turns around, slabbing a bit of cupcake cream onto his finger before turning back around facing you. With a smirk, he doesn't hesitate to boop your nose, leaving the cream behind.

"Mark!" you squeal, letting out a shocked laugh, he lifts his hands up in surrender and shrugs his shoulders.

Hours fly by as you both immerse yourselves into each other and the environment. The longer you are in his company, it seems like the more you like him. You admire every bit of him, noticing the way he laughs, smiles, pouts and acts. You've never met someone so sincere and fun with the boldest humour. He makes you feel happy and wanted, something you feel you desperately crave.

"-Did you wanna come?" you snap out of your thoughts and realise him staring directly at you, waiting for an answer.

"Oh! uh, yeah!" you reply without thinking

"Really? Cool! You'll finally get to meet all my friends i've been talking about" he chuckles slightly, scratching the back of his neck.

You freeze. Meet his friends? What did I agree to?

"We should get going now, it's getting pretty dark" he states and you both pack up, walking to his car. Throwing everything into the back you turn around and without realisation, he walked up right behind you. He peers down at you, and you freeze, the nervousness spiralling out of control through your every limb and organ. He parts his lips slightly, letting a long, slow breath. Unable to take your eyes away from his lips, you become hypnotized. It doesn't help that his sudden closeness has clouded your mind with his sweet but bitter cologne. Your heart runs a thousand miles per hour and your palms sweat out of control.

Leaning down slightly, he looks you in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?" he pleads, his eyes searching for an answer. You lips quiver, unable to form sentences. Yes! Your mind screams but still, nothing comes out. Without hesitation, you shock yourself when you wrap you hands around his neck and push yourself up onto your tip-toes, connecting your lips softly. Your thoughts go haywire as you feel a million emotions at once. The cupcakes from earlier leave a sweet, pleasing taste on his lips and you take advantage of this moment, pulling him in closer and closer.

You both pull away slowly, breathless. You refuse to look into his eyes as you whip yourself around and walk straight into the direction of your car without hesitation.

"I'll pick you up at 9!" he calls out, but you ignore him unable to think properly. Unlocking your car, you jump in as fast as possible.

"Oh my fuck" you speak out loud, feeling refreshed as you regain your normal breathing.  You throw your head back and smile subconsciously, replaying those last few moments in your head. "Oh my" you repeat, still in shock.

Suddenly your mind shifts, and you come to a realisation.

"Picking me up at 9? 9 when? 9 tonight?" You bring your hands up to your head, groaning, "why wasn't I listening" you whine. What did I agree to? What do I wear? Tonight!?

An idea comes to you and you start typing,

y/n: hey, what kind of clothes should I wear?

Mark: hmm just usual party attire I guess lol

Party attire. I'm going to a party... with his friends. You begin to desperately wish you had been listening and not said yes.