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ㅤㅤ 𓈒 ♡̶ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄이 ⧉ 으。
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ㅤㅤ ヾ 삶 ✦ 𝗺 𓄼 𝗹 〄。
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ㅤㅤ 𓈒 ♡̶ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄이 ⧉ 으。
ㅤㅤ 으 𝟵𝟵ㅤ⍝ 마크ㅤ♥︎ ഒ
ㅤㅤ ヾ 삶 ✦ 𝗺 𓄼 𝗹 〄。
ㅤㅤ ♥︎ 𝗺이 ⌗ · 뿐 ᘏ
[ 0.04 AM ]
“can’t sleep?” your best friend and roommate, mark, murmurs. he squints, bleary eyed, at the light let in through the doorway behind you. you shake your head with a small “sorry,” keeping your tone hush and quiet as it’s clear he was just getting to sleep and you feel bad for disturbing him.
he lets out a sleepy groan as he pushes himself up on his elbows, “no, don’t be sorry,” his voice gets clearer as he comes to his senses, rejoining the realm of the awake, “not your fault. come here,” he gestured to the bed beside him.
you pull your blanket closer around your shoulders and shuffle over to sit by him. he lets himself lay back down, but reaches up to rub your arm in a comforting up and down motion, his thumb occasionally brushing in circles. “what is it?” he asks, voice full of concern now that he’s awake enough to register how troubled you seem.
you bite your lip to stop yourself from pouring out your entire mind to him. you’ve been finding it difficult to sleep lately, your mind always full and buzzing with thoughts, not to mention the persistent threat of the nightmares that keep infiltrating the few hours you actually manage to rest. you’ve hardly slept in weeks.
he can tell what’s wrong just from your expression and shakes his head, “sorry, you don’t have to say anything.” he knows about your nightmares and how stressed you’ve been recently.
“i’m so tired, mark,” your whisper comes out almost like a sob, and you feel tears forming in your aching eyes.
“i know,” he hushes you as he pulls the covers back and lets you slide down and lay next to him, before he wraps them back around you, along with his arms, “i know,” he repeats as one of his hands reaches up into your hair, his fingers absent-mindedly wandering through it in a way that soothes you. you’re too tired to understand the way it sends a warm tingling feeling all the way through you.
“i know,” he whispers again. before he can think, his lips brush softly against your temple, “it’s okay,” and in that moment you know that it is. it’s okay. mark’s hold around you feels so utterly right and safe. you’re too tired to take in the fact that mark just kissed you. you just sigh deeply as you drift into dreams in your best friend’s arms, whose gentle hands wipe the tears from your cheeks.
66. [6:04 pm]
“Damn it,” Mark cursed under his breath as the two of you exited the restaurant and was immediately met with menacing grey clouds that threatened to spill rain droplets over the innocent people roaming the streets. “We were supposed to have a picnic by the Han River, but I guess it’s not possible now…” He trailed off, clutching the bag of takeaway dakgalbi in disappointment, his shoulders slumped and his lips forming a deep pout.
“It’s fine, Mark,” You reassured, huddling closer to him as a strong gust of wind threatened to blow you away. You locked arms with his and guided both of you towards the subway entrance.
He huffed out a huge sigh. “I had the perfect date planned, Y/N! We were gonna get dessert at that bingsu place you like, then watch the sunset from Namsan Tower.” Mark continued, his sorrow clearly written all over his face.
“Mark, baby, I don’t mind,” You tugged him along, making sure that he got out his T-money card in time and urged him towards the correct train line that would take you two back to his apartment. “As cliché as this sounds, I honestly don’t care what we’re doing on our dates, as long as I get to spend quality time with you.”
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[12:00 A.M.] you're on your way home, overthinking about your break-up with mark for the hundredth time. it was a year ago and you haven't seen him since, but you always wished you could see him just one more time. and then god answers your prayers.
"[name]?"
you turn around at the sound of your name, and you see mark. he's wearing a black hoodie, a pretty boring outfit overall but he looks good in just about anything. you wished you could melt into a puddle right there on the sidewalk but you take a deep breath and talk to him.
"haven't seen you in a... while, mark."
you gulp and start to overthink once again. and then, oh god, it starts to rain out of nowhere. you curse under your breath and try to find a cab. you eventually do find a cab, but then mark also climbs in the car.
"i'm tired, i'm soaked, i have zero money on me." was his answer to the question you were about to ask him, "what the actual fuck are you doing?"
he sighs and he looks so angelic in that moment. you feel all these feelings rush into you. you feel a stab in your heart when he holds your hand when he's asleep in the backseat. the stab in your heart started to hurt, and you wondered if this strange, sweet pain was love.
hi there, i dunno if you still taking requests but if you are, can i ask mark + friends to lovers with the prompts 43 and 49? thank you! 🧡
[ 43: i wrote you a song ] + [ 49: you really didn't realize it was me all along? ]
playlist: 2002 - annie marie ; when you love someone - day6
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you walked down the street as you headed toward mark's house. right when you were about to cross the road, you perceived two boys jumping in thrill and into the other's arms. admiring the scene, you presumed they had most likely found out they were meant to be.
thing was, people were born into black and white lives. no one could really imagine it being any other way, at least until they met their soulmate. you wouldn't start seeing in color right when you first met them, thus you actually have no way of knowing who that person is. only will you see color when you truly accept you are in love with them. just then, would the prophecy be completed. you had heard people who had met their soulmate talk, and they always said there was no way to explain colors. the thing they do say, is that it’ll be better than anything you could ever think of.
“hi” mark smiled widely as you entered the house.
“are you ready? i really want to get there before they run out of cotton candy” you pouted. the local fair was having a grand reopening in celebration of spring, and you were really excited to go.
“i am but” he cleared his throat, eyes not meeting yours and his nose scrunching like it always did when he was anxious. “can i show you something real quick first?”
“alright” you nodded and followed him upstairs.
you noticed how he hesitated to set foot on his room, as if he was contemplating simply leaving. but he eventually took a deep breath.
“i um. i wrote you a song”
“you did?” he nodded, and his cheeks darkened a bit. “can i hear it?”
he sat down on the bed placing the guitar on his lap, you getting comfortable on the floor with your legs crossed. he started strumming the first strings, when he suddenly stopped abruptly.
“you won't think it's weird, right?” he said shyly, letting out a nervous laugh.
“why would i?”
“i don't know i mean, i wrote you a song. that's, corny or whatever”
“i think it's the cutest thing someone has ever done for me” you smiled, placing your face in your hands. “come on, sing”
you had always loved mark's voice. but now that you knew it was singing for you, it hit a different part of your heart. the lyrics were warm, like all those times you two snuggled and talked endlessly next to the fireplace. and as the song went on, you wondered if it was meant to be for a friend. if it was supposed to make you feel like this.
“mark” you said after some minutes of silence. you couldn't find the words inside you to explain your exploding emotions, not when it seemed like he had taken all the possible words from the dictionary and made every one of them poetry.
it was then, when it changed.
you had only blinked, naturally not conscious of it, and when you opened your eyes, everything was different. it took a second until you recognized where you were, all the bright tones making your head hurt. you stared at boy in front of you, who too seemed overwhelmed by all the things to focus on.
“oh my god” was the only thing you verbalized, looking through every corner of the room. admiring all the possible variations of colors. “mark, i think we're soulmates” you gazed at him.
“think?” he laughed, and you giggled before standing up from the floor and going next to him.
“this is so cool. what is this? is this how you look when you blush?” you poked his cheeks and he turned his face, chuckling.
“you really didn't realize it was me all along?”
“what? did you? i thought it only worked when both people realized”
“i think i always knew. even when i saw in black and white”
that day went even better than you had imagined. the fair and the spring flowers were more beautiful in color, and the sun was bright, making the scenery extra enthralling. and life surely seemed happier when you could finally catch the tone in mark’s cheeks when you held his hand.