CHAPTER 1
VEE
Who says that the more you study Engineering, the more worn out you look. I would like to stubbornly oppose this, and why I’d like to oppose it is because what I’ve become aware of all along in Engineering, is the longer you study it, the better looking someone becomes.
I also need to admit that the seniors of every institution, like myself, once they have graduated, they need to come to the realisation that they will lose somewhat. Whether it is losing to the doctor or the lawyer, but it doesn’t mean that they have become worn out, or stopped being handsome.
If they stopped being handsome as they got older, then I would probably not need to follow around, and watch over this third-year child like this. Yes, he is now in his third year,
and he is the senior of other children, but he is still my child. That child who is named Mark Masa.
“Are you not working? Why do you come and watch him every day?” Fuse asked me, so I turned to look at my junior who had a doctor as a boyfriend. Yes, a doctor again. Even a
dentist is called a Dr.
“I don’t have a job yet. You study so much, and yet you still jump at the chance to go and see your wife.” I replied back, he just made a face.
“My wife is beautiful, a lot of people look at him too much. I’m possessive.” He replied
“Yeah? Well, my wife is also very handsome, and a lot of children also look at him too much. I’m also possessive.” I said back, before turning back to look at Mark.
Mark is standing in front of all the first-year kids that are gathered in the courtyard. This year the activities are very creative. My faculty is not quiet, or strict like we did it in the past. It is a more open and socialised path. Before now, the old seniors, and the old system would treat the kids harshly a lot.
Mark asked me for advice about this system, and I told him maybe a combination between the old and new would be ok, but that they had to decide themselves. I wanted to come and watch the seniors for their first day as SOTUS members, and contribute if they needed any help, can I not do that?
Yes, my boyfriend is a SOTUS member. This SOTUS member is handsome, but I trust him to tell them that he already has a husband.
“Mark is very good looking,” Kampan said, zooming in to look at pictures tagged of his friend.
“Yeah, he is the real thing, to the point he almost drowns out the University Moon such as myself.” Fuse said.
“You are the past.” Kam continued.
“Yes, but in the past, Mark was not as handsome as he is now.” That’s exactly right. This is the reason why I’m certain that the longer you study Engineering, the more good looking you become. In the past when I flirted with him it was new. I flirted with Mark then, and wanted him two years ago, but he was not as handsome as he is now.
I wanted him and it wasn’t so complicated. Even last year I wasn’t yet this possessive over my boyfriend, even though he looked good before, how had I agreed to let him to get half-naked and swim?
“He has caught all the first years eyes already.”
“They are trying to break up the relationship already just by looking.” I was already really moody seeing him in his first-year uniform looking so good, but he became even more handsome in his second year, and then third. My boyfriend is to good looking, and it isn’t weird that he would have people approaching him. It’s also not weird that I would also be jealous. It’s crazy like this, being possessive until the point my dad and my older brother want to take my name off the house registration because I refuse to go and get a job.
In truth though, I’ve only been finished a few months, and I still haven’t actually received my degree. I told my mum that I wanted to take some time and rest for a long time first. It’s the truth, but I also told her that I wanted to stay here with Mark for a while as well. If I finish and go straight to a job, then I’m scared I won’t be close by. I’m scared we will be far away from each other and that we won’t be able to see each other at all.
“Hey, anyone trying to look, they will see that he has only you.”
“I want to go back to our room, but who told him to pull that cute face damn it. It happens again, how am I supposed to let it go?” I mutter while looking at those beautiful eyes
“Also being late is P YiWa and P Neua.” I turned suddenly to look at Fuse when I heard him say that.
“Late what for Yihwa and Neua? So what if it’s late, Bar hasn’t done anything yet at all.” I murmured.
“As a moon, you need to do your duty for everyone.”
“Right now I live every day for P Ana.” I rolled my eyes at the conversation between these two close friends, that handsome moon smiling at his friend’s words.
“It’s also the same for me,” I said to them.
“It isn’t the same P. You have to work to earn money to take care of your wife. If you keep going like this and continue watching my friend, then how will he eat?”
“Oh, then if he is eating you then my friend will surely be full and would probably become fat like a pig, and not be in such good shape and so provocative like this.”
“Provocative what?” I swore at Fuse, before turning back to look at Mark.
Before he didn’t have so many muscles, but now it’s very clear on his arms, chest, and abdomen. It isn’t even about the muscles that much, but the provocation just like Fuse says. Damn it though because I was also someone who was provoked by him. When he hides away and makes his body look like this, I also don’t mind because I also like it.
I like that he looks so fit and shapely, but watching now, I wish he would return to that first-year boy who was lean just because of swimming, and not because of trying to do more. Or maybe old and overweight so he will be mine only.
“The longer his hair gets, the cuter he looks.” Yeah, I agree with this, even if I’m not sure why. His hair is longer now, both his fringe and at the back his hair goes down his neck slightly, instead of trying to trim it and make it look good like before. He says that he doesn’t have time to cut it, and so it continues to grow out because even before he started the new semester, he had been busy with me. That’s it, but also it still looks so good. I like it a lot, but when he goes outside like this, it’s too much, he looks too handsome, no matter what angle he is very attractive.
Is he a normal person or not? Because the older he gets, the nicer he looks and it makes me even more possessive. I am completely on my own and having to make a decision between searching for work, and watching Mark, and I choose to watch over Mark.
“Why are you so absent-minded?”
“I was vacant because I was watching you,” I answered him softly, looking up at him. He looked at me fiercely, before sitting down next to me.
The first years followed each other out. I had no idea when the activity had finished, but Mark is already beside me, I guess I really was that distracted, I didn’t even praise him.
“It’s not finished. I still have a meeting first.” He said before searching for something in the bag.
“What are you looking for?”
“My phone.” I pulled my bag up, and searched for the phone, before handing it over.
“Maybe by 10 PM.”
“So is it 10 or not?” I pressed when I didn’t get a clear answer.
“Why are you acting unfriendly? It could be then, or later, just depends how long the meeting goes.” He says back.
“I’ve never seen P come here and cheer so early in the morning before.” I whip my eyes fiercely towards Fuse.
Has he ever cheered before? The senior SOTUS staff also have to have meetings. he hasn’t had to supervise his wife doing his cheer meetings like this, it’s frustrating, I just want it to finish quickly.
“You guys as well. You never speak nice.” Mark said to Fuse, as the other two started to pack up.
“So you will really leave P’Vee alone?” Kam asked.
“Will you be coming as well? It’s only us.” What he means is that it’s people I already know, or who know me.
“No. I won’t come in and make you feel tense.” I said.
“Then will you wait?”
“Yeah, you should hurry up and leave.”
“If we finish late?” Mark asks.
“You told me it would be 10 PM,” I said back. My voice sounded a little bit hard, but he did tell me 10 PM, and so how is that late?
“Yeah? Then hurry and go.”
“You go wait in the car ok,” Mark told me.
“What’s wrong with you? Can’t I just wait here?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s up to you.” He said before walking his friend out and leaving me looking confused. It’s not like I’ve never sat around waiting for him here this late before, just sitting here, what’s he so worried about?
“The child over there was looking at you. It’s why he wants you to go wait in the car.” Kam said, nudging me to look the other way. I raised my eyebrows and looked at them as if it were actually true, the weird child nodded back at me.
“Oh!” Maybe I’m not as good looking as I used to be, but my wife still gets possessive over me.
“So where are you going to get up and go to?” Kam asked.
“I’ll go and wait for Mark at the car.” Mark and I have been together for over a year already. If we count when we became serious, I’m not sure if it’s one or two years, but I’ve known Mark since his first year, and he caused me to love him until I don’t know how to not love him anymore since then.
In the past, I had been unclear, which caused us to fight a lot and be upset with each other. There were a lot of complications also regarding our parents. Right now we still have some arguments because Mark is a very charming person, as for myself I also know a lot more people, so what’s the reason we argue? Well, we don’t have any third parties in the way, it’s just that we get jealous a lot.
That’s it. But just that, I almost can’t stand it. I’ve never been this possessive of someone like this, but with Mark, I have no trust. It’s not with him, what I mean is the people who look at him, I don’t trust them. Even though they know that he has me, and yet they are still that bold. I am not bad, merely handsome, but also I love Mark very much, but if I have to compete with someone else for him again, what am I supposed to offer in this fight? It’s why I have to do everything I possibly can to maintain my absolute best.
All I can do is keep watching over him. Or also maybe lock him up.
“Why didn’t you wait in the car?” He said as he walked towards me.
“You were slow.” The wait was not till 10 PM like Mark said, because before he showed his face it had already hit 10.30 PM.
“Are the mosquitos not biting you sitting here like this?”
I look up with a pleading face at the person who just spoke like that. Right here there is no one except for Mark and myself, and making this kind of face, no one can see it but Mark.
“You are concerned about me as well?”
“I’m very concerned about you, but it’s also my duty.” He says before reaching out me. I reach out and grasp his hand, letting him slowly pull me up from the sidewalk.
“That day I should have opposed you.” None of this can really be blamed on anyone but myself. Mark had come to me and asked me and had let me make the decision. He had asked about whether it was a good idea to join activities when he was in his third year. I told him that it would be really good to do the activities because third year activities are great, and they have a lot of variety and offer a lot of benefits so it’s an easy choice. If there were no activities on that day, would I have gone out to drink? And if not would I get to be with Mark?
Activities help make friends, be more social. But I had also forgotten that my boys personality could be so charming. Anyone who meets him becomes lost in him. He has been doing the activities for only a fortnight, and he already gets too many LINE messages to even count.
Do these people not know that he already has a boyfriend? We only just shared our anniversary together not that long ago.
“You can’t complain anymore.” He told me, so I just nodded.
“I want to eat porridge.”
“If that’s the case then let’s go.” I always follow along with what Mark wants because he has never displeased me. We go to Central which is the centre for all the food and merchandise for students. It’s why we come here, it’s not far from where we were at the University which means it’s also not far from the dorms.
“What are you going to eat?” He turned to ask before getting out of the car.
“I’m ok to eat anything,” I replied.
“I mean what do you want to eat?” He turned to look at me from the other side of the beautiful car that was separating us, when I saw his face I wanted to tease him. I know that he is concerned and I know that he also wants to look after me, but I also still want to irritate him.
“I want to eat Mark,” I answered calmly just staring at him.
“Go and eat porridge.” I stood at the congee shop waiting for pork porridge with no ginger that I know he likes to eat. Right now there are a lot of people around because their sporting practices have just finished and so the athletes gather here also.
In the past, I also would come here after practice was done. We would come and eat, and then go home and take a shower, then continue on elsewhere. But these day’s how can it be done like that? Where would I go next? With Mark, I agree to just continue on in the room only.
“Pork porridge and chicken feet porridge.”
“Thank you.” I grab Marks bowl first before also putting down a favourite fruit smoothie I like in front of him. My handsome guy frowned when he saw this, and in a moment he will definitely complain.
“Why did you bring it to me? I was going to go and get it myself in a minute, I’ve told you that it isn’t necessary to give that kind of treatment.” He said fiercely, before he walked over and grabbed my bowl. All I could do was follow, and sit down and wait.
I didn’t want to make him feel like he was a woman, I’ve never once thought about treating him that way, everything I do is because he is my boyfriend, isn’t this a normal thing to want to do for your boyfriend? It’s irrelevant of whether he is a man or a woman. I don’t regard him as a woman, I don’t drive him around as if he is a woman, everything I do is because he is my boyfriend. Like other people that are lovers.
“I just wanted to do it for you,” I said when he set down my soup in front of me. He looked down at me, but he didn’t say anything, just sat down opposite me.
I sighed when he just continued to be silent, and I also just quietly scooped up and ate my food. I didn’t want to get upset or worry too much about this issue, but I also can’t help how I feel. There was nothing said between us, because I didn’t know what to say. I can only continue to eat my food, and nibble on the bones until they weren’t tasty anymore, and then quietly lift my watermelon juice up to take a sip and rinse out my mouth. Mark is only drinking water because right now he is still trying to take care of his body. I couldn’t help but get annoyed once again because how he used to be was already good, so why does he want to be even better?
When we finish eating, we collect the dishes like usual, and as we pass the Engineering kids table, they raise their hands to pay respect to Mark, and then me, but no one said anything but hello because they could probably sense the mood radiating from us. We also just politely accepted their greeting, before continuing out silently.
“I’m sorry.” I stopped next to the car when I heard Mark say that, before turning to look at him, just standing there, and I couldn’t help but ask.
“About what happened just now.” He answered
“About what happened? Why are you sorry?” I asked in return.
“Well, I scolded you.” He said.
“Well, it’s ok because I did something you didn’t like,” I said back, not admitting I had been upset, because if I did then I know that it will make him feel bad, and I just can’t do it. Just taking care of him like that, if he doesn’t want me to, I can take care in other ways instead.
“No.” He said, walking closer to me, his beautiful hand coming out to grab on to my shirt, like every other time he is begging me to stop and listen, it’s similar again to when he is trying to reconcile with me.
“It’s not that I don’t like it.”
“Then why won’t you let me do it?”
“Of what?”
“How it makes it look as though I’m a woman.” His beautiful eyes look up at me, and I sigh when I understand his feelings.
“Listen, Mark, I do it because you are my boyfriend not because I want to treat you like a woman, but I want to treat you as a partner should be treated. You are my boyfriend, which means you have to get the best treatment from me, do you understand?” I say, catching his eyes, before he then quickly avoids me and looks down at the ground nodding
“Yeah.”
“How can I ever think you are a woman when you are so handsome like this?” I said, placing my hand on his head.
“Enough before people look.”
“Shy?” I ask, trying to hold back my smile. The condition he is in right now, even from far away Yihwa would be able to recognise it.
“Let’s go back,” Mark said, his hand that had previously been holding my shirt, now grabbed onto the door instead.
“Why are you over that side? I’m driving.” I said, raising the car keys up for him to see.
“Yeah, just open the door.” He said before walking back to the other side, so I pressed the unlock button.
“Should I come over and open it for you?”
“Very funny. Hurry up already, I’m tired.”
“Do you think that you will get to sleep?”
“I’m going back to go to bed.” He said darkly as he hopped into the car. I just shook my head at his mannerisms, before opening the door quietly and hopping in. Mark didn’t get shy the same way others did. He wasn’t shy and annoying like Bar or Kan, he wasn’t shy and cute like Praram and Neua, he wasn’t shy and then smiling sweetly like P Ana and Fuse.
When Mark was shy, he was calm, when he got shy, he was quiet, and would change the
subject, which I find terribly cute. The sweet smile of Praram that Neua likes to show off, well I can say that my person is way sweeter. Not just sweet because of his smile. But everything about him is sweet.
“What time do you have to get up tomorrow?” I asked when we got to the room.
It’s the same dorm room as before, the same building, the same door that I once leaned against and cried, the same sofa I once sat on and kissed him, the same bed I once slept in and hugged him, that now I get to hug him in every night, and kiss him every day, and smile sweetly to him every morning before he goes off to study. It’s all the same as before, but now it’s so much better.
“Not going to do any exercise?”
“No, I’m going to swim in the evening.” I sighed when I heard the name of that sport.
“Why couldn’t you just play football like me until you graduate,” I said.
“And remove my shirt like you did?”
“I only took off my shirt some days, but with your swimming...” I said looking at him all over.
“What is it?”
“I’m possessive. Really possessive.” I said, and walked over, grabbing his waist and bringing him in, before putting my forehead down on his shoulder.
Others might think I’m being ridiculous, maybe they think my actions are over the top, how openly possessive I am. Well I only have one person, so why wouldn’t I be possessive and concerned about him. This is my person, his body belongs to me, his heart also belongs to me. So yes I’m going to be possessive, and you want to know why? Someone who has never truly been in love wouldn’t understand.
“I know already. I haven’t misbehaved at all.” He said, as his beautiful hands slowly wrap around my back, before sliding up to the back of my neck. He moved his hands into my hair, gently massaging. I gradually tighten our hug, pulling him in closer.
“I’m jealous of what belongs to me,” I said, kissing his shoulder through his shirt.
“Then what am I doing?” He said, pushing me gently away
so I can look at his face. I just sighed, not knowing how to answer his question.
“You don’t have to do anything to make me be jealous.”
“Very funny.” He said smiling a little.
“What?”
“What am I doing that makes you feel so anxious.” He asked again, but I just shook my head
“There isn’t anything. I trust you, and you haven’t done anything to make me doubt that.” I replied.
Mark is still my Mark, just like before. People say that he is promiscuous, friends say that he has a lot of kids, but that was in the past. Mark is my Mark, and if asked what he does to make me doubt him, I can say that there isn’t anything. I’m just always jealous, and watch over him nearly every day, so the suspicion is understandable.
“I think that you are doubting me and that’s why you follow me right now.” He said.
“No I don’t, I just want to be with you for a bit longer.” It’s not that I don’t think about the future, I’m an adult and I need to start thinking about earning money to take care of my wife, and of my mum. I’m just waiting for a little bit longer. If I go to work, then I probably won’t have time to stay with Mark like this.
I probably won’t be able to see him do his activities, or see him with his friends, or his juniors. I just want to be with him for a little bit longer before I have to go off and work hard.
“When you work, we can also still meet up right?”
“Ok, but I won’t be free to follow you, and so for right now I want to,” I said back.
“How unfortunate.” He says patting my cheek softly.
“In just a moment, you will be hurting more than a slapped cheek,” I say before grabbing his wrist.
“I’m not scared.” He said trying to gain the upper hand, he was very good at stirring me up, and right now I wanted to eat him up. I wanted to catch him, and shove him down right here.
“You’re provoking me.”
“I never provoke.”
“In that case, I’ll take it seriously,” I said, seizing his waist once again.
“Enough, I’m taking a shower.” He said pushing me away, and turning himself towards the bathroom, not even slightly interested in my face.
All the time. He likes to do this, and then disappear every-time. I just shake my head, before walking over to grab some cold water to drink and try and get rid of this heat that’s taken over my whole body, especially when Mark takes off his shirt, and then turns to smile at me, it gets me even hotter, also because he took it off so slowly before turning around.
“Are you going to hurry up and take your clothes off to shower, or do I need to remove them for you and we go take a bath?” I ask, leaning against the door of the bedroom watching him.
“I will let you send me for a bath.”
“Bad child.” I cursed, before stepping towards him. The cold water had not helped at all.
I grabbed his waist, before joining our mouths and kissing him. He also raised his head to receive my kiss, and we kissed the same way we had in the past, and yet every time we kissed, the feelings were not the same. They continued to increase, depending on what issues we came across that day. I crush my mouth over his, squeezing us together.
There is no gap, just us both exchanging breaths, in no rush, but it was still really hot.
“Can you not make any marks, I have to swim tomorrow.”
He said weakly next to my cheek, followed by a soft kiss. I just nodded, even though I wanted to bite his entire body.
“I won’t do it harshly,” I said, kissing his cheeks back, making him nod in return.
“Can you be my gentle person na?”
“You provoke me so much.” I slip out, before he smiles, and slides his arms around my neck, bringing me down for another kiss. We kissed in front of the wardrobe, and beside the bed, that I assume Mark may not be sleeping in until late tonight.
I don’t know if the sound of our kissing, or the sound of the air conditioner is louder, because right now all I can hear is the sound of my heart beating like crazy every-time Mark kisses me, his hot tongue entering my mouth meeting with mine, his soft lips crowding against me, not wanting to let go. We kiss for a long time before he slowly pulls away. His beautiful mouth pressed down on the corner of mine once, and once again I became quiet because of his actions.
I was quiet because he dragged his lips along my cheek teasingly, before gently biting down on my earlobe.
“I never provoke.” He said beside my ear
“I’m being serious.” I said tonight that Mark will probably not sleep until late, but actually he probably won’t be sleeping all night long
