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( song of the day :
make it right - bts )

". . do you understand now?"

after hearing yuta's side of the story behind him and nixie's leaked image, mark finally understood the entire situation. he buried his face in his hands because of the mortification, regret polluting his heart after recalling his move of shutting nixie out.

what an asshole move.

without anyone saying another word within the silence, mark immediately stood from his seat, straightening his coat as he looked at his reflection in yuta's standing mirror.

"why the rush?"

he glanced at yuta seriously before twisting the door's knob to exit. "i need to make things right."

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nixie was alone by the sidewalk, her tears continuously pouring no matter how hard she tried to wipe them off.

she wasn't used to going home alone anymore. mark's prescence was the sole thing that made her comfortable through the darkness of the night . . and now he's not here.

since mark signalled his bitter goodbye, she figured that her walks to home would probably stay like this for a long time ; alone, cold, crestfallen.

it would probably be like being stuck in a room with no facilities.

with a lacking prescence of mind, nixie accidentally ran into two drunk men whose arms were slung around each other. she bowed to apologize, but the men's glares still remained terrifying.

when she thought they would brush it off and walk away, she was wrong.

"don't you have eyes, lady?" one gave her a slight push on the shoulder as he walked. within their distance, his breath's scent of alcohol was already roaming all around her breathing range.

nixie was shaking in fear, unable to process the events that were currently happening. goddamn, why didn't i bring the pepper spray gahyeon gave me?

"will this help your vision?"

a heavy hand placed a hard slap on the girl's face, causing her to tumble. that shot numerous vibrations of pain, a numbing sensation managing to explore each of her features.

all this didn't help her stop from crying at all. in fact, it worsened.

she couldn't even stand up.

when nixie finally accepted her sad fate of getting hit for the second time as result to her weakness and dependency, a male's tall figure ran in, pushing away both opponents.

nixie watched the entire scene unfold. she saw how the boy didn't care to receive punches, just for her wellbeing. she saw how unshaken he was, despite the other two's successful attempts to fight back. she saw the flaming passion visible in his two eyes.

mark.

when he finally shooed the drunk men off, mark walked towards nixie. he even disregarded the fresh bruises present in his face.

he stared at her meaningfully, then couldn't help but gently pull her into his arms afterwards. so there they were in an empty street as their interlocked eyes were on the brim of tears.

this was their definition of comfort.

"i'm sorry, i'm here now."

he placed a kiss on her forehead, tightening the warm embrace.

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♤ gabrielle's note

so the unexplained shit here ^ is how mark saved nixie just at the right time ,,

he planned on driving to her house for an apology, so the streets they would pass by were technically the same. his car stopped to a red stoplight (because boy follows rules, wbk) and when he looked to his side, it was the drunk bitches (that I could kill in this book in an instant) beating up nixie by the sidewalk. of course, he had to save. it wasn't intentional at all. mark didn't follow her whatsoever. he just turned around and boom, it's nixie.

in simple words : destiny 🌌