#mark soft imagines

[nctzenina]

[6:17 P.M.] you're in your apartment, nextdoor to mark, when you hear him practicing guitar again. you secretly listen every time you hear the soft tunes of his guitar. since the walls are thin, you also hope he doesn't hear you singing in the shower everyday. it's embarrassing but that doesn't make you stop. mark figures out you listen to him in secret one day when he's about to take a shower and he hears you humming his guitar melody from earlier in the day. (mark also hears you singing in the shower and he imagines you two in a duo together but at the same time is suppressing the loudest laughter ever.)

[nctzenina]

[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.