'trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew'

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The sound of raindrops falling on the face of a little person who was walking out of the university to go home. He grabbed the shoulder strap of his bag on one side to put it on his front and took out an umbrella from his bag to open it to block out the rain.

Just like that day...BamBam thought to himself.

The day that person walked away without saying a word...

'Let's break up'

The simple, classic sentence that came out of his mouth didn't even have an explanation as to why it was so bad. It was really bad, so bad that he didn't want to be here anymore, everywhere there were only pictures of him. Everything was as it was back then, even though two years had passed, everything was clear in his mind. The bookstore that he always went to...

'This book is fun, Mark. BamBam picked up the novel he just finished reading and showed it to Mark. Actually, he already bought it, I just wanted to recommend it to the people next to me.

'So...do you like me as much as me?' Answer and question at the same time. Sometimes BamBam is annoyed with his own girlfriend. If he didn't know that he was his girlfriend, he would have used his thick spine to hit him. But all he could do was hold back his hand.

'Crazy' and that's all I could say.

A regular corner in university where only the two of them know about the art faculty rooftop where they both like to sit and look at the stars when they have to work late at night...

'What star is that over there? Do you know?' Mark put his hand away from the pencil he was drawing on the board and pointed at the right corner of the sky that could be seen right now. Bambam looked up from the drawing board and looked up at the sky.

Honestly, he doesn't know what star it is. BamBam came up with the idea, took out his phone and opened the app to search to see what stars it was. Mark smiled at the actions of the person in front of him. He really didn't want to know what star it was, he just wanted to invite Bam to talk to break the silence and relax from the work he was doing. But Bam's seriousness made him smile until he couldn't hide.

Why does she have to be so cute?...Mark thought to himself.

The smile turned into laughter as Mark looked at BamBam who was looking for a star to match the angle in the app on his phone. The person who was trying to measure the angle of inclination turned to face the owner of the laughter and made eye contact. Green is ready to pick up a paintbrush and dip it in paint and aim at the target.

You're teasing each other again. Mark Tuan, please die.

In summary, no one finished their work that day. They continued to work until 6:00 a.m. before going their separate ways and then returning because their clothes were all stained from playing.

Even though the restaurant on the corner of the street was delicious, Bambam never went back to eat there. When he broke up with him, he was afraid... afraid that the memories would make him unable to forget Mark...

'This is mine. Why do you always fight for me? Eat your own food.' BamBam cried out when Mark dipped some kimbap in his own plate and ate it, looking innocent even though there was a lot of it left and he had a joyful expression on his face. Annoying!

'I like it when you're angry,' Mark replied and smiled, a smile that made BamBam's heart skip a beat.

Embarrassed, you crazy bastard! But Mark's next sentence made Bambam even more embarrassed than before until he almost choked on the jajangmyeon he was chewing.

'Don't get mad and be cute like this to someone, Brother Huang.'

Every time I think about it, Bambam can't help but smile to himself. He really wants to forget everything. I want to let it go along with that day but he really can't. The more you try, the more you force it. So he quit and let it continue like this.

I want to forget and remember. I want to remember and forget.

It's just like this....

He kept walking until the rain that had poured down 20 minutes ago stopped and he stopped at a park in the middle of the city.

The place that day...the day he rushed out of the house to meet Mark.

Rainy days like today..

A day that he probably will never be able to forget..

Bambam sighed and walked to stand in the middle of the bridge. In the middle of the bridge where he used to walk beside

Even on the last day..

He looked up at the sky. The sky after the rain is bright It would have been more beautiful if Mark was still beside him. His small hand wiped away the tears that were about to flow. Damn it. He thought that he had always been strong, but today he would like to give up one day.

"Brother Mark, Bam, I miss Brother Mark." A trembling voice accompanied tears that slowly flowed down until he forgot that this was a public place. But never mind, he didn't care anyway.

He didn't expect it to float any further, he didn't expect it to come and hear it.

Because it's probably impossible...

BamBam wiped away his tears and closed his umbrella before turning around and walking off the bridge to go home…

“Bam,” a familiar voice called out, causing BamBam who was walking down the bridge to stop, the sound he had wanted to hear for two years.

Is this really Mark Tuan's voice? BamBam thought in his heart.

His brain ordered his legs to turn around to make sure who was calling him.

As soon as he turned around, his limbs seemed unable to move, as if the entire world had suddenly stopped spinning..

Mark Tuan really...

Mark was standing there smiling at him. God please tell me BamBam wasn't dreaming..

"I miss you Bam."

The end

Author's Note

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's really difficult to write a drama fic. I've tried my best. I've been sitting here listening to the song I've been asking for all day. I listened until I could sing and I don't know if it was sad or not, but I listened to this song and suddenly thought of Markbam. So I had to express it as a fic. At first I intended to write it according to the lyrics of the song, but over and over it turned out to be like this haha.

This is the first time I write this type of thing. I've been a Mark Bam Chipper for a long time. I usually only read other people's stuff. Just got to try writing for the first time. If you have anything you can criticize, I'd really appreciate it. I accept it. If there is a chance, there might be a next story. But it will probably be just a short story. I'm writing a long story and I'm afraid I won't finish it. 5555555555

Finally, thank you for stopping by and reading ;)