MARK BAM

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'Markbam.

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MARKBAM

If we talk about university, everyone probably wants to go to university, right? I myself am one of the freshers of this university.

Today is one of the busiest days because it is the first day of school this year. All faculties will not have any teaching because it is considered a day that gives seniors and juniors an opportunity to bond with each other. The same with my group. "Faculty of Engineering"

“Nong Freshie, I'm new here. Please register to receive a name tag.” An announcement echoed through the megaphone from time to time, forcing me to follow.

“Faculty of Engineering Civil Engineering branch

Finally, I walked to the faculty and branch that I had to study. The sound of the microphone on the phone from the senior roosters was so loud that it hurt my ears. I walked into an booth full of seniors wearing scarlet shop shirts. Everyone was a badass, haha. I registered in front of the booth and received a name plate before going to sit at the end of the row, which was at the back.

“Hey, Nong, the one who came last was his friend. Come here…” Before my ass could even touch the ground, I was called out. I pointed the finger at myself for reassurance. You called me, right?

“Oh, that one, come out here.” I sighed heavily. The first day I came and it hit me...

"yes?"

“You know that you came after his friend, right?”

“...Yes.” I bowed my head in guilt.

“And you know what you're getting into, right? Let me tell you, this is the basics of working as an engineer. You can't come late like this. It is irresponsible.”

“Yes…but”

“Are you still going to argue? I'm your senior."

But I just want to say Why are there so many other people who came later than me and didn't experience it like I did?

TwT

Look at the other people, they sit quietly, so why do I have to be alone? And why do seniors have to scold me for not being able to talk nicely? Don't be afraid. I'm afraid.

“I order you to kneel until today's initiation is finished.”

In the end, I had to accept this senior's words. Sigh, where did the big come from? Is this person a ringleader? I dropped to my knees and watched other people happily dance. Huh, is it envious? Sit and watch him dance.

Half a day later I was still kneeling. Seniors from other faculties started letting first years go out to eat as early as 11:30 a.m. But I was still sitting in the same place, in the same condition, but the difference was that now my legs were completely tired. Kneeling like this for 3 hours It's not light at all.

"Here, this is yours. I can let you sit back in your normal position."

Not long after letting my friends in the group go out to eat. Suddenly, the same senior who punished me handed me a white foam box with water. I slowly sat down cross-legged as the pain ate away at me.

“You can come sit and eat together…”

I looked at the face of the senior who was sitting alone on a long chair.

“Say, you can come up and eat together. I won't bite you.” I slowly moved up to sit on the chair next to him.

The two of us sat and ate in silence. Because people don't dare talk to each other. I was afraid that I would do something that would displease my seniors again. I chose to sit and eat quietly.

“Uh…little sister.”

"yes ?"

“I'm sorry. The story just now.”

“I want other people to see an example. You will be afraid and not dare to tease your seniors.”

“And why me?”

"I don't know... I have a crush on you."

-/////////////- So tempting, I almost choked on my rice.

“What is our name?”

"Kantpimuk"

“Take your nickname.”

“Bambam”

“A child?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what's the boy's name? What's the boy's name? It's so sweet. Like a woman.”

"I don't know. Mom gave it to me."

“My name is Mark.” Wait, who asked?

“Mark, civil engineering, fourth year, your code line, bam.”

Shit! The rice almost shot up the second time. I grabbed the sign hanging from my chest and looked at it, alternating it with the sign on the senior's chest in front of me.

' BamBam Year 1 (834002) '

' Mark Year 4 (834002) '

exactly!! exactly!!! So perfect!

“Here, I bought this for you. Take it and apply it so that the pain will go away.” Mark-senpai handed me a white bag. Inside it was covered with balm, chest medicine, pain medicine, bandages, paste, and many other things.

“Would you like it for me?” the tall man asked.

"I'd rather apply it myself."

“Then hurry up and apply it. Because in the afternoon there are other activities.”

"yes"

“Are you free this evening?”

“Why?” I asked.

"I'll take you to the party."

"raise? What occasion? Why, where, and how?” he asked, tilting his head curiously. I kept asking questions. Because I don't understand the senior and junior system. Why are you raising it? I can take care of myself.

“It's a tradition. The senior must take over the junior. The first year is like this, you get free food every day. But when you enter the second year, There's no one to take care of you. Oh, but I'm not sure.”

What does that mean? That last sentence Why does Mark Tuan like to talk so ambiguously?

“Go ahead,” I answered without thinking.

I really don't think.

I don't think at all.

I didn't think that the place where this party was held would be a pub!

Purely out of personal greed to eat for free. You definitely won't miss it. But I thought I'd take you to feed the grilled pork like this. Phew! I have a weak neck. I can't drink alcohol.

Also, I'm allergic to alcohol.

Last but not least I dragged my body to the front of the pub where my friends had arranged. The sound of the music was blatantly loud and loud. Walking past here means covering your ears.

I walked in and saw a lot of people everywhere, some dancing and some drinking as they pleased. But I still don't have any seniors in my faculty. I walked around the ground floor of the pub but saw no sign of meeting anyone.

'So, did you get an appointment? Or have I come to the wrong place?'

Hurry!!!

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Suddenly, a hand came from a dark corner and grabbed my wrist. I cocked my other arm and prepared to make a nice fist to punch the pervert in the face from somewhere.

“Hey Bam! It's me."

“Brother Mark!! Wow, I'm shocked." He put his hand on his face in relief. It's good that it's someone I know and trust.

After that, Mark took my hand and led me up to the second floor of the pub. where there are almost half fewer people than the ground floor This might be because people who want privacy come and drink on this floor. If you want to dance, go downstairs. Walking a short distance, we met a group of seniors and first-year friends who had come to party as well.

Brother Mark arranged a seat for me and when I finished sitting next to him, it was so good.

“Bam, just order whatever you want to eat. But I just have one request: don't order orange juice. Engineering students must be dark, right? We're men. What kind of liquor, beer, soda, ice? Order it!”

Hey Mark, little brother, you're allergic to alcohol. What do you know about weak necks?

“Hyung, I want whatever is weakest. Zero percent alcohol, the better,” I ordered P'Boi.

“Wow, Bam, I don't understand. Are you eating with me? You don't have to order anymore.”

Brother Mark handed me a glass full of red water. I looked at the glass and switched to the face of Brother Code, who was cheering for me to fully drink the liquid in my hand.

'I haven't had a drink in many years. I probably won't lose.'

I managed to down all the liquid in front of me. My face distorted with the taste. Sweet, bitter, sour It's indescribable. Because I'm not a good beer drinker. Just one glass is more than enough.

12.45 a.m.

Too much time had passed. But the crowd in the pub where I was sitting did not decrease at all. There are more and more of them. Eh, or am I just blinded? I looked around and saw two Mark brothers. I rubbed my eyes again and again and still saw two Mark brothers. Haha, heck, I probably wasn't drunk. I only drank one glass.

“Hey Mark, look at your code line. You're drunk like a dog."

MARK's part

The tall figure turned to his side and saw a small person asleep, resting on his shoulder not far away. Long arms trying to hold the drunk person upright. He lightly patted his face to regain consciousness, but there was no response as usual. There was no movement or movement of the little person in front of him. But why did you grab the little guy? He's hot.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” I grabbed the arm of the drunk sister who was lying there and looked at it. I found a red rash all over my body.

“Red body, red face, red arms like this. Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"Then let me take you back first. See you later."

I'm almost crazy now. Because it was my fault for not knowing that he was allergic to alcohol. And still forced the younger sibling to eat. I hurriedly carried the little person to the car before speeding to the condo where I normally stayed. At least it would be good to get first aid first.

I brought Bambam up to my room to stay. Now BamBam's condition still has a red rash all over his body. His white, clear skin was now completely red. I really wanted to take a knife and cut off my own head as revenge. I'm really bad.

Without any further delay, I prepared a cloth soaked in water, antihistamines, and calamine to combat itching. Completed before slowly removing his clothes and carefully drying himself for the person in front of me. After wiping for a while, I slowly called Bambam to wake up and get up to take medicine.

“Pa.. Brother.”

“I knew you were allergic.. why didn't you tell me?” I whispered softly into the ear of the person who had just recovered from a fever.

"I'm considerate."

“But Bam is like this. I feel guilty," I said.

“Later, don't do this again.” The little man nodded his head in understanding. Then he fell asleep again.

I stared at the face of my younger sibling who was known to have a code. But with an age difference of 3 years Why? What made me want to take care of this first-year freshman all the time? In fact, we even had to let the second year handle it. But I have always accepted the role of being the tech brother and code brother for this kid. Cheeks puffy while sleeping, like a child sleeping with the wind, looks very irritating and pinchable.

Some of my body was so small, I didn't think that I would be in a group that was made up of tough people like engineering. And like this, who would want you to carry the cement? Kanpimuk

I smiled and was alone for a long time. before going to pick it up The gear model is my own gear. Gear symbol of the Faculty of Engineering Gear that every engineering student has to invest in to get. I put my gear on the little one who was sleeping on the bed.

“I consider that I have already given you my heart. ..It depends on when you will give me your heart."

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