Poem || NCT Mark

ten

every hour
every minute
every second
i think of you, miyu.

-m

the way he wrote her name, sent shivers on her spine. she sighed out loud then smiled, keeping the paper again, catching the attention of mark who was staring at her.

she turned around, "you fine there mark?"

one thing he likes about her, is she can communicate in english, also chinese, korean and japanese (duh she is one, and she talks in korean because she and yuta are in korea.)

"yeah." except the way you made my heart beat, making me falling harder in love for you even more, miyu.