[6:37 pm] you sigh softly as you read over the notes you had just made, before you carry on with your studies you glance up to see jaemin staring off into space, focusing on anything else but the textbook in front of him. shaking your head gently at his lack of motivation you crack your knuckles and prepare yourself to write some more.
"imagine one day you crack your knuckles ," jaemin says, breaking the silence in the room, "and your fingers begin to light up like a glowstick."
"what?" you breathe out, consumed with confusion at the boys words.
"think about it," he says and proceeds to give you an in depth explanation about the likelihood of fingers turning into glowsticks.
a smile grows on your face as you notice the seriousness of his tone and the only thing you can do is join in on the intense brainstorm of glowing fingers.
[3:12 am] you get up from the chair at your desk and walk towards the bathroom, when you get there you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and almost scream. you look like a hot mess, your hair is all over the place and you have dark circles under your, hardly open, eyes.
you haven’t slept in two days because you have a huge project due for school and you need it to be perfect.
“baby?” you hear from the hall
“in the bathroom,” you try to say but it ends up being a whisper
you look towards the doorway and see your boyfriend mark standing there in a state that is very similar to yours, when the the two of you make eye contact you both can’t help but laugh.
“we’re a mess,” you giggle
“that we are,” he says
he stretches out his arms inviting you into them, when you wrap your arms around his neck his go to your waist and lifts you up.
with your legs around his waist and your arms at his neck he walks you both to the bedroom and flops the two of you down on the bed, you both laugh at the awkward positioning of your bodies but the room soon becomes quiet when you both fall asleep.
[3:07 pm] laughing at the joke jaemin has just made you grab a strawberry from the small plate in front of you and place it in your mouth, while eating the sweet fruit you look out across the field you are seated in and take in the beautiful view and by doing so you don’t take any notice of the gaze your best friend has set on your mouth.
you and jaemin have been friends since day one and today you are on one of your traditional weekly outings. when the two of you went to high school you did not go to the same school so you made a deal that at least once a week you would go out and do something exciting that does not consist of you guys sitting on the couch and watching a movie.
the two of you carry on telling each other everything that had happened to you over the last week and you are too invested in the conversation that you don’t notice the dark clouds that begin to fill the sky. jaemin only stops talking and you stop listening when a single drop of water lands on the boys nose, you giggle at his expression but your laughter stops as soon as the rain starts bucketing down.
you frantically begin packing away the food and picnic blanket in the hopes that you wont get too wet, however within one minute your clothes are completely soaked and your lower lip is already shaking.
“why did you park so far,” you groan at jaemin as the two of you run towards his car at the bottom of the hill.
“oh, i’m so sorry y/n.” your friend rolls his eyes at you, “there is literally no road!” he exclaims looking at the grass that covers the small hill.
the two of you eventually make it to jaemins car and you practically dive into the passenger seat. you lean back into the seat and try to catch your breath, when you glance over at jaemin you see that he is doing the same, soon he looks back at you as well and when he does you notice his eyes widen slightly.
“what?” you mumble, feeling slightly small under his gaze. “jaemin?” you question after a few moments when he doesn’t answer you.
your heart rate begins to speed up when he stays silent, confusion flooding your mind. the boy next to you suddenly takes a deep breath and before you know it his hands are on your cheeks and his lips are on your own. his mouth is moving against yours almost feverishly and you cant help but melt at the feeling, just moments after you begin to kiss him back he pulls away. you open your eyes and find jaemin’s still closed, his hands are still pressed into your cheeks and his breathing is slightly uneven, he looks beautiful. a wide grin spreads onto your features once you process what just happened and before jaemin has a chance to open his eyes you lean forward and kiss him again.
[1:34 am] with your earphones sitting comfortably in your ears playing some of your favorite music, you aren’t able to hear your boyfriend jeno start to whimper next to you.
your head jerks up, away from your book, however when you feel his heel come into contact with your shin. pulling your earphones out you get ready to moan at your boyfriend for hurting you but hesitate when you hear a soft cry come from him, your furrowed brows soon rise up in shock when the whole situation suddenly escalates, jeno is now thrashing around in bed almost screaming sentences you cannot make out.
“jeno,” you say in an effort to wake the boy from the nightmare he is having, but your voice is soft and scared.
your mind is racing and nothing but pure worry is flowing through your veins, all you want is for him to wake up.
“jeno,” you say again, louder this time as you place your hands on his chest, attempting to hold him down.
by the time he eventually awakens you are practically on top of him yelling out his name, jeno has tears streaming down his cheeks and when his eyes open there are a wave of different emotions that flow through his orbs, first fear, then confusion and lastly he begins to understand the situation.
“are you okay?” it’s a stupid question but you can’t bring yourself to think of anything else to say, you have never seen him like that before.
jeno nods his head slowly as he wipes the salty tears off of his face, he takes a few shaky breaths before wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face into your neck. almost immediately your hands wrap around his back and you start rubbing comforting circles there, all while reminding him how much your love him and that he is alright now in soft whispers.
All the things I've read that you wrote so far are so good and well written and I just my small little heart cant take it. I love how just right was written it was so good and like I could see myself in it tbh. It was so good and I just ugghhh I have no way to express the emotions you caused in my small heart :) thank you :) 💖💖💖
warnings: swearing, alcohol and some suggestive themes
request: yes, im sorry it took so long to actually write
authors note: im back bitches.
friday
You knew it was a terrible idea the second the words fell from his mouth but the way his sparkling hazel eyes bored into your own duller ones, the way his lips curved up at the corners to form a small smirk on his face, the way his black hoodie hung from his broad shoulders and the way all of this made you feel caused a reaction in your stomach you had never felt before. You rack your brain for a good reason to say yes because you so desperately want to, but every single fibre in your being is screaming ‘no, run away!’
You know and understand how much saying yes to this ridiculous idea will hurt you and you feel your head begin to shake in disagreement, however your insides lurch once again when he raises his eyebrows slightly waiting for your answer. You think over his suggestion some more, the thought of being able to fool around and spend time with such a captivating man makes your heart rate increase tenfold and you eventually feel your head nodding in agreement giving in to the mesmerizing look on his face and you watch as his smile widens at your answer. Once he gets the consent he needs Mark Lee takes one step closer to you, his frame is now towering over your own and his chest brushes over yours as he breathes, he reaches forward, placing his warm hand near your elbow before sliding it down your wrist slowly, you soon feel his fingertips against your palm and not long after that his fingers slide between yours.
“Now?” he whispers, you feel his warm breath breeze over your cheeks and you tilt your head upwards so that you are looking into his eyes.
Nodding slowly in reply you feel Mark tighten the grip he has on your fingers slightly causing a feeling of warmth to run up your arm, he then pulls you out of the soundless kitchen and guides you up the stairs away from the booming speakers and sweaty bodies and into a much quieter bedroom.
saturday
Laying on top of your bed staring at the bland ceiling of your bedroom you reminisce over the way Mark had made you feel last night. You were not sure what to expect but you certainly did not expect him to be as sweet as he was. The man made you feel special and wanted, as if whatever the two of you are doing is more than ‘just a fling’. You remember the feeling of Marks lips on your skin, the way his hot breaths fanned over your cheeks. Your stomach burned at the thought of his skin touching yours, you missed it. You missed him.
Shaking your head you groan loudly and roll over onto your side, you knew this would happen, you were just expecting the hurt to hold off for a little longer. You were hoping to be able to enjoy some of your time with Mark before the pain began to set in. However your emotions have failed you and there has been a dull ache sitting in your chest cavity, right about where your heart is situated, since the night you had spent with him and nothing you have been doing for the whole day has been able to lessen the sting.
monday
You walk onto campus tired and not in the mood for lectures. As you make your way across the courtyard your mind begins to wander about everything that is going to happen today and all the work you are probably going to get, when suddenly you remember that Mark Lee will be in the same lecture as you this morning. The thought of seeing him again makes your stomach drop and a sudden wave of nerves flows through your body, you have no idea what you are going to say to him, what do you say to a person you have a huge crush on? A person who you don’t really know extremely well who you just happened to have sex with two nights ago?
For the rest of your walk to the lecture hall you go over all the possible scenarios that may unravel when you speak to Mark this morning, and by the time you make your way through the doors you feel ready to answer any question he may ask you. You glance up and see him sitting with a few of his friends to the right of the hall and so you begin walking in that direction. When you get closer you see Marks’ eyes scan the room quickly and you get ready to send him a small smile when his eyes meet yours, however they don’t and it’s as if you aren’t even there. The man turns back to his friends and falls back into the conversation again smoothly, your steps falter slightly out of light surprise and you end up stumbling a little bit. Maybe he didn’t see you?
“You good?” you hear someone say and look up to see Johnny, one of Marks’ friends laughing softly.
“I’m good,” you offer him a smile back knowing he’s not being rude.
During the whole interaction with Johnny, Mark does not spare you a single glance so with a confused mind and a slightly red face you make your way to the back of the hall and take a seat.
Halfway through your lecture your phone vibrates on the small desk you are sitting at, sighing softly you pick it up and see a text from an unknown number.
From: unknown.
wanna meet up after class ;)
You furrow your brow in confusion and try and figure out who this person is, not knowing you decide to text them back and ask.
To: unknown.
who is this?
You turn your phone over and leave it next to you so that you are able to focus on the lecture once more. After a few minutes of taking down notes your phone buzzes once again and you pick it up, when you read the text your breath hitches in your throat.
From: unknown.
mark lee
You feel your cheeks burn and you quickly lock your phone and shove it in your backpack, not sure what to do or how to respond. You place your chin in one of your hands and face the front but you can no longer focus on what your lecturer is saying, your thoughts are fully focused on Mark Lee, who is sitting a few rows in front of you, who couldn’t even look at you this morning and who now wants to meet up after class? It just doesn’t make any sense to you. Yet, for some reason, your heart flutters slightly and a small smile grows on your face. Mark went out of his way to get your number to contact you because the two of you did not exchange numbers the last time you were together and that simple thought makes you think that, maybe, you can go through with this whole absurd idea.
~
“You got his number?” One of your friends gasps loudly.
“Quiet, please.” You almost wine, looking around the little coffee shop the two of you are sitting at to see if anyone heard her.
“Come on, no one knows who were talking about.” She rolls her eyes.
You just shake your head and take a sip of your drink.
“So how did you get it?” She asks, leaning over the table towards you with an eager face, ready to hear the whole story.
“Well,” you mumble, “he texted me first.” You say softly feeling your face heat up and you can only imagine how red your cheeks must be.
“What?” She whisper yells.
You nod your head and smile at her feeling giddy.
“So let me get this straight,” she begins, “your long time crush, Mark Lee himself, went out of his way to get your number,” she says raising her eyebrows, as if she is checking that she has understood everything you told her so far, “he then texts you asking if you want to meet up after class?” She checks.
You nod your head to confirm that she has got everything right so far.
“But you didn’t reply?” She asks astounded.
“Yeah,” you mumble, looking down at the table.
“What is wrong with you?” She exclaims.
You just shrug, not sure how to answer her. You came to have some coffee with your wisest friend because you are in desperate need of some advice about how to go about the very questionable circumstance you are in, however you did not tell her the whole story. All you told her is that you bumped into him at the party on Friday and that the two of you chatted for a while, you also told her about how he ignored you in the morning but then texted you a few minutes later. You made the choice to ‘forget’ to tell her about the part where he dicked you down pretty damn good.
“Seriously,” she shakes her head, “dumb move on your part.” She giggles softly.
“No,” you start to defend yourself, “why did he ignore me in the morning then?”
“He was probably nervous,” she tells you.
You can’t help but roll your eyes at her words, if only she knew the whole story.
“Reply now.” She instructs, placing her hand on the table palm facing up.
You look down at her hand briefly and then move your eyes back up to her face to give her a puzzled look.
“Phone.” She deadpans.
“No.” You say firmly, “I can reply to my own text messages, thank you.” You say.
“Clearly you can’t,” she rolls her eyes, referring to your inability to answer the message when it first came through.
After a few more minutes of bickering between the two of you she eventually manages to persuade you to let her text Mark back on your behalf.
To: Mark Lee
sorry for the late reply, we could meet up now if you’re free? : )
You nod your head gently when you read over the text your friend sent.
“See,” she says, “I didn’t sabotage you or whatever you thought I was going to do.”
You chuckle and shake your head, but your smile falls and you almost throw your phone across the room when you see an incoming phone call from Mark.
“That was quick,” your friend mutters.
“What do I do?” You ask, panicked.
“Answer!” Your friend almost shouts at you, dumbfounded by your idiocy.
“H-hello?” You stutter as you place your phone against your ear.
“Hey,” Mark answers, “where do you want to meet?”
“Uh…” You trail off, not knowing what to say.
“My place, or yours?” He asks.
“Mine is g-good.” You tell him and squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance at yourself for not being able to talk to him with a steady voice.
“Great, I’ll see you in ten.” He tells you before hanging up.
“Well?” Your friend asks, looking at you with expectant eyes.
“He said that he’ll see me in ten,” you mumble, still stunned by what just went down.
“Then you better get going!” She tells you, ushering you to leave.
~
You rush into your apartment and manage to clean it and yourself up before Mark knocks on your door and the one and only thing you think about the whole time you are doing this is what you are going to say to him, are you going to bring up the fact that he ignored you or just forget it?
When you hear the knock on your door you jump slightly before you take a slow walk to open the door so you are able to take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves.
“Hey,” you say as you open the door.
You look up and run your eyes up and down Marks figure quickly, he looks breath-taking.
“Hi,” he smiles stepping in through the door.
Before you have a chance to say anything else Mark captures your lips with his own in a soft yet heated kiss and the moment you feel his mouth on yours and his arms around your waist all conscience thought leaves you and you feel a fire begin to burn inside of you.
“Room,” Mark mumbles as his lips move from your mouth to your jaw.
“What?” you ask his out of breath.
“Where’s your bedroom,” he says more clearly this time before sucking on your neck.
When you realise what he wants the two of you stumble your way over to your bedroom, lips never leaving each other’s for a moment.
wednesday
“You’re so beautiful,” Mark mumbles before leaving a lingering kiss on your lips.
The two of you are standing in the small entryway of your apartment, him in some sweatpants and a t-shirt and you in nothing but the hoodie he was wearing when he arrived earlier on in the evening. His eyes have a noticeable glint of affection in them and your already red face gains even more colour at his words.
“You too,” you whisper awkwardly, looking at the ground.
You hear a laugh make its way from Marks chest into the air around you and your stomach does a small flip at the sound.
“I’ll see you soon.” He dismisses himself with a few words and a small peck to the top of your head and after a small while it’s as if he was never even here.
thursday
Sighing into the receiver of your cell phone you let Mark know that you are busy and that now is not the best time to meet up.
“Please baby,” he says in a hushed, breathy tone.
You pause and look around the table you are sitting at, almost everyone has their nose buried in a text book and it hasn’t been a very enlightening study group anyway.
“Y/n?” Mark asks, in the same tone as before.
“Fine,” you mumble, “I’ll see you soon.”
Walking to Marks home you groan softly at the grip he has on your heart, you would be willing to drop everything you are doing at any given time to just spend ten minutes with the boy. You know all too well that he is going to whisper syrup-sweet words into your ears until his voice is the only thing you will ever want to hear again, then he will touch your body in such a way that within moments you are craving more, then he will help you experience pure bliss before swiftly sending you on your way only to call you again when he feels like it.
friday
You see him at the bar with his friends and send him a polite wave however his eyes just scan your body quickly and then move to look at the guys he is with, continuing his conversation with them. Your heart sinks and the only thing you feel like doing know is going home, instead you turn to the bartender and order a shot.
“Let’s get out of here,” a familiar voice whispers into your ear later on in the evening.
You feel your heart rate pick up and at first it is out of anger, you are angry at the fact the Mark only seems to want to be with you when it suits him, but then he whispers into your ear what your outfit is doing to him and now your heart is beating faster for another reason and you find yourself letting the man escort you out of the bar and into his car.
tuesday
You lay on your back staring at your blank ceiling breathing heavily, turning your head to the side you smile softly and watch Marks back muscles flex as he puts his t-shirt on.
“I’ll see you soon,” the boy mumbles turning to face you. He leaves a quick peck on your forehead before making his way out of your bedroom.
Your heart aches when you hear your front door close and you lay in silence for a few moments just like you have been doing for the past few weeks and you soon feel a tear run down your temple, you turn over onto your side and pull your knees up against your chest and feel more tears fall down your face.
“I don’t think you can take any more of this,” you whisper to yourself knowing that the pain was becoming way more evident than the pleasure.
With a heavy heart you reach for your phone and open your chat with Mark.
To: Mark
Please don’t come over again.
After you send the message you block and delete his number, salty tears are still flowing as you do this but you keep reminding yourself that the agony of not seeing him again will be way better than the agony of continuing your little ‘relationship’.
sunday
“Woah,” your friend says letting out a long breath.
“Yeah,” you reply in the same manner.
After ending whatever you had with Mark you locked yourself up in your room, not even bothering to attend lectures, your friend decided to bombard you with questions until you caved and told her everything. So you did. You told her all about how Mark made you feel, how he always came into your bedroom and kissed you like you were the only person in the world and then left like it meant absolutely nothing, how at home he made you feel like nothing else mattered besides the two of you but in public you were nothing more than a stranger.
“What an asshole,” she mumbles.
“Not really,” you sigh, “I knew it was a bad idea.”
“I don’t even know what to say.” Your friend sighs.
You just shrug in reply, your heart still aches at the thought of him. You have fallen in love with the Mark that came over almost every night and spoke to you with his honey-like voice and who touched you so gently it made you feel like you were the most precious thing but you grew to hate the Mark you saw in public who never spoke a word to you and the confusion that caused burned a whole into your heart that you are not sure you will ever be able to fill again.
monday
Walking to lectures was torturous, your thoughts were being torn in two different directions. On one hand you did want to pass and get your degree and for that to happen you needed to attend lectures, but on the other hand you know that walking into the lecture hall and seeing Mark will cause your emotions to bite down on your heart so hard that the hole that is already there will grow and cause you more pain.
When you step into the lecture hall you make an effort to keep your head held down in case he happened to be in the room already.
“Y/n?” You hear someone say, they sound confused.
You glance up quickly and see Johnny standing up and looking at you with a surprised expression covering his features.
“Hey,” you mumble, trying to force a smile but you know you probably look slightly insane.
“You’re back.” He states, smiling.
Seeing Johnnys’ smile causes the forced smile on your own face to become more realistic, he has always been sweet to you. Always said something to you every day, whether it be a simple ‘hello’ or ‘you cut your hair? It looks nice.’ But your smile falls from your face when you look around him and find Mark staring at you.
The two of you look into each other’s eyes for a second or two before you drop your gaze to the floor. You swallow hard to suppress the tears that are forming in your eyes before looking up again at Johnny to give him a quick smile before walking away from the group of guys to find an empty desk as far away from Mark Lee as possible.
After the lecture you wait until everyone has left the hall so you can minimise the probability of you bumping into Mark. You realise that you might be acting slightly childish but you really don’t think you will be able see him and not cry, the wound that’s been created is still fresh.
You sigh as you pick up your backpack and head out of the empty lecture hall, as you walk out of the door and turn to your left to make your way home someone calls out your name and you hear footsteps jog towards you.
“Johnny?” You say confused.
“Hey,” he smiles, “how are you doing?”
“I’m okay,” you tell him, trying your best to return his smile.
“You didn’t look to good this morning,” he says looking down, “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
“That’s really sweet,” you say feeling your insides become warm at the man’s kindness.
Johnny just shrugs in reply and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“Do you want to maybe,” Johnny pauses and shrugs again before continuing, “go for coffee?”
“Sure,” you chuckle, nodding your head.
You and Johnny end up sitting in a café just off campus for three hours talking about everything that came to mind, you could really feel a connection between the two of you. The man was absolutely hilarious and it feels like he really understands you, in a way only someone who has known for years would understand you.
“Thanks,” you say to Johnny, who is standing in front of you, “I had a good time this afternoon.”
“Me too,” he replies smiling softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks, referring to the class you share with him.
You nod your head and grin at him before turning around and making your way into your building. Walking up the stairs towards your small apartment you smile at the thought of having another friend to confide in and lean on when need be.
“Hello,” you hear a familiar voice say, pulling you away from your thoughts.
You look up and see Mark Lee standing at your front door. The smile that was previously covering your features immediately falls at the sight of him and the throbbing of your heart that you had thought began to fade returned.
“W-what are you doing here?” You stutter out, still shocked by his arrival.
“I guess I just wanted to see you.” The boy shrugs.
You roll your eyes at his response and push past him so that you are able to unlock your door, you know exactly what he means by “see” and you are most definitely not in the mood.
“Well then I ought to apologize,” you tell him feeling a sudden surge of confidence run through your veins.
“What?” Mark asks confused.
“Because I don’t particularly want to see you.” You say strongly before closing the door in his face.
After locking the door you stare at the closed entrance for a few moments catching your breath, you then feel your legs buckle slightly beneath you as the adrenalin that was previously running through your body leaves your veins.
“No, what the fuck.” You hear Marks voice come from outside, he sounds frustrated, “y/n, please just let me in.”
Listening to his angered yet still wildly enduring voice makes your heart rate increase and a lump to form in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut to prevent any tears from falling you shake your head vigorously. Your brain and heart are in a heated argument much like the one they had on the first night of your intense ordeal with Mark. Your brain is yelling at you to ignore him and save yourself the extended heartbreak of talking to him again but your heart longs for his arms to be wrapped around you, engulfing your body in his warm embrace.
“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” Mark interrupts your thought process, “I don’t care how long I have to wait.”
Sighing loudly, you fan your face trying to cool down your burning cheeks, the last thing you want to do in front of Mark Lee is cry. After a couple of deep breaths and a short pep talk you decide to open the door, when you do you see a surprised but still slightly aggravated man standing in front of you.
“What do you want to talk about?” You question bitterly.
“Just explain to me why you don’t want to see me anymore.” He says shrugging softly, his eyes not letting their gaze on your own fall.
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” you say flatly, placing your hands on your hips in hopes that your defensive attitude will mask your true emotions.
“Actually you do,” he states shoving his hands into his pockets, looking at you with an expectant gaze.
“Actually I don’t,” you mimic his tone, wanting the conversation to end as soon as possible.
“Actually you do.” Mark demands, you can see that he is getting frustrated, “you can’t just leave me hanging like that y/n.”
“I’m sorry if I wounded your ego, tough guy.” You tell him, the confidence from earlier returning, “but I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You lie.
“Oh please,” he sighs, “I can see right through you y/n, tell me the truth.”
The confidence leaves your body as quickly as it arrives when you hear his words. During the time you spent with Mark the two of you did learn almost everything about one another.
“I just couldn’t do it anymore,” you answer eventually, giving up the façade you had put up to protect your dignity and hide your true emotions.
“Why not?” He questions.
Sighing deeply you glance up and into his eyes for a moment, he looks truly curious.
“Because Mark,” you say becoming frustrated, “I just can’t do this anymore.” You finish your sentence with a loud sigh.
“But why y/n?” he asks you again and you can see that he is also starting to get frustrated, “talk to me.”
“Because,” you say softly feeling all of your pent up emotions bubbling up, ready to burst. “Because I fell in love, Mark.” As you begin to confess your deepest darkest feelings to the boy standing in front of you, you feel a few salty tears roll down your cheeks. You shake your head a chuckle bitterly, your feelings of dejectedness and loneliness turning into feelings of fury instead. “I fell in love with a boy who came over almost every night and treated me like an actual princess,” you say, your voice increasing in volume as you carry on, “I fell in love with a guy who acts like I don’t exists when he sees me anywhere else that isn’t my bedroom.”
Sending a glare across the room to Mark you run the palms of your hands over your cheeks riding them of the sticky feeling covering them caused by the tears that fell over them. You watch as Mark just stares at you with a look on his face that you cannot read.
“You’re in love with me?” He asks bewildered after a deafening silence.
You scoff and roll your eyes in reaction, “is that seriously all you got from what I just said?”
“Are you?” He asks, a smirk beginning to spread over his lips.
Shaking your head firmly, you feel your heart drop slightly at his expression, “just go home Mark, you got what you wanted and I am definitely not in the mood to be rejected or made fun of for whatever this one-sided relationship is.”
Walking to your front door with your head lowered in embarrassment you don’t notice how quickly the smile falls off of Marks features when he catches a small glimpse of hurt in your eyes. You open the door once you reach it so that Mark will be able to leave, but he begins to protest.
“Wait,” he starts, taking a step closer to you but you interrupt him before he can continue.
“Please go Mark.” You whisper, your voice not being stable enough to properly talk.
“I don’t want to,” he says stubbornly and you look at him in disbelief.
“Mark,” you warn, “leave.”
“No.”
“Oh my god,” you say, voice raised slightly, “are you so desperate to humiliate me that you won’t even leave my own house?” You question him, not able to process that someone could ever be so spiteful.
“Y/n, let m-” Mark tries to answer but you cut him off once again.
“Look I’m sorry that I don’t want to play your little game anymore Mark,” you’re yelling now, looking him dead in the eyes, “but you don’t get to come into my life, turn it upside down and then laugh about it later.”
“Does it look like I am laughing right now y/n?” The boy yells right back at you.
Your breath catches in your throat and you pause, shocked at his sudden outburst. Mark places his hands on his hips and gives you a serious look.
“If you would just give me a chance to explain myself,” he says calmly, taking slow steps toward you, “you would know that I happen to be in love with you too.”
By the time the boy has finished his sentence he is standing right in front of you, looking up into his eyes you process what he just said and once his words have sunken in you feel your mind flood with confusion.
“What?” You whisper, more to yourself than the person standing just a few centimetres away from you.
“I am so deeply in love with you y/n.” Mark states, placing one of his hands against yours and intertwining your fingers with his own.
“But when you saw me on campus…” You’re whispering still, thoughts only becoming more muddled.
You hear Mark sigh deeply and feel his other hand wrap around your free one so that both of your hands are laced together with his, “I know, I acted like a complete asshole.” Hearing his confession stunned you because the last thing you expected the boy in front of you to do is admit that he has been in the wrong.
“I don’t even know why I did that,” he carries on, “I guess I was scared?” His last sentence falls off of his lips as more of a question than anything else.
“Scared?” You ask softly, squeezing his hands, the anger and tension that was pent up in your body fading away and a feeling of worry and protectiveness comes to replace it.
“I don’t know.” Mark groans throwing his head back, frowning, “feelings are so hard.” He whines.
“They are,” you agree laughing softly at how adorably relatable he is being right now.
thursday
Soon after the argument and make-up session you had with Mark the two of you walk onto campus hand in hand. Feeling the happiest you have in a long while you laugh at something your new boyfriend just said as you make your way into the lecture hall.
“What do we have here?” A puzzled voice asks and you look away from Mark to see Johnny looking at you two with a furrowed brow.
Both you and Mark are at a loss for words, and have no idea how to explain to anyone what the both of you have been through to get to where you are now.
“So you’re together?” Johnny clarifies after a brief and not very detailed explanation from you.
“Yes.” Mark answers, nodding his head.
“I didn’t even know you guys were friends to be honest,” Johnny shakes his head, obviously not completely understanding everything.
“Yeah Mark,” you say raising your eyebrows in his direction, “I didn’t even know we were friends.” Your accusatory tone causes your boyfriends cheeks to lose their colour and you can’t help but smile softly, you have put everything behind you but still, it’s fun to tease him every now and again.
“Okay, I’m going to ignore that,” Johnny says warily, backing away slightly, “but congrats, you guys look good together.”
A large smile forms on your face at the tall man’s words and you and Mark make your way over to some empty seats. The both of you sit down and the palm of one of Marks hands habitually places itself onto your thigh.
“We do make cute couple don’t we?” You whisper, leaning close to Marks ear and you can’t stop the grin that covers your features when a light blush forms on the boys cheeks.
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[6:18 pm] you hum softly to yourself as you add more salt into the pot on the stove in front of you.
“something smells delicious.” a distant voice speaks up after you hear the front door close.
“it’s your favourite,” you answer, sighing in content when you feel doyoung’s arms wrap around your waist.
“how was your day?” your boyfriend asks placing a warm kiss to the top of your head.
“good,” you answer, leaning your head back against the mans chest, “i got a lot done, and yours?”
“i missed you today,” doyoung answers, turning you around so that you are facing him, “more than usual.” he mumbles.
“oh?” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours.
your boyfriend just nods in reply and buries is face into your neck, letting out a long sigh. while doyoung rests his head on your shoulder you run your fingers through his hair, after a few moments he lifts his head, mumbles an ‘i love you’ and gently connects his lips to your. the kiss is slow and full of kindness at first but within a minute or two it intensifies and you begin to feel hot and sweaty. doyoung pulls away, softly biting your lower lip between his teeth before resting his forehead against yours, you are almost breathless when he takes a moment to look deeply into your eyes. before long his lips relocate and now he is leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along your jawline, you let out a shaky breath and tilt your head backwards and his touch. your boyfriends hands move to your lower back and when his lips move to your neck your feel his palms lower even more until they are comfortably resting on your butt. you pull at doyoung’s hair gently so that you can connect you lips to his once more, savouring the feeling of his tongue connecting with yours. his lips leave yours again and you whine softly in protest but moan slightly when your boyfriends mouth comes into contact with your collarbone.
“doyoung, the food.” you manage to mumble out between your ragged breathing.
“i’m not that hungry anymore,” the man says pulling away from your chest, giving you a lustful smirk before dragging you away from the kitchen and into a more appropriate setting.
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