note ; thank u for 100+ notes on 'missing you' ! :') + mentions of nct's renjun!
“Alright, where’s the bitch I need to beat up?”
You look up when you hear the familiar voice, surprise evident in your expression at the sight of your best friend, Haechan. The tanned male storms up the stairs, sleeves rolled up and hands balled into fists.
“That motherfucker won’t be seeing tomorrow’s sunrise!” He shouts as he pushes through security, bolting into the office building you worked in.
Well, used to work in.
You get up to scurry after him before he gets his ass thrown out, but someone draws you back, pulling you into their arms. “Hey, are you okay? Haechan insisted on coming and beating up your boss, and I couldn’t get him out of my car.”
Mark’s eyes are wide with concern and sympathy, running over your exhausted figure to make sure you’re physically okay. You muster a smile, letting yourself fall into your boyfriend’s comforting embrace.
“I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now. Just wanna go home.” You mumble, tears pricking at your eyes again.
“Alright, let me just call Haechan and we’ll g-“
“I’ll be back! No one simply fires our Y/N and lives! Dickhead! I hope you step on LEGOs and get no pussy for the rest of your life!”
Haechan’s ear-blasting shrieks interrupts Mark, and the two of you turn to see him being escorted out by security. Standing by the doors is your furious ex-boss, the bright LED lights overhead highlighting the fresh bruise on his cheek.
Haechan stomps up to you guys, anger subsiding as he gets closer.
But not before he turns around and flips the finger at the security guards with a final, “Fuck you!” of course.
“Hey, Y/N, you alright? Man, you should’ve seen your boss’ face when I punched him. I should’ve called Renjun along so he could take a picture.” Haechan scoffs.
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at your best friend’s violent antics, opting to just hug him. “You didn’t have to do that. He might sue you.”
Haechan shrugs, opening up the driver’s door and getting in. “And I’d sue him right back.” He says nonchalantly, barely even fazed by the whole ordeal.
“Come on, you and Mark get in the back seat. I’ll drive us home.”
It had been one rollercoaster of a day, from being fired out of the blue by your boss for something you weren’t even in charge of to being humiliatingly kicked out of the building in front of all of your colleagues.
But right now, as you rest your head against Mark’s broad shoulder, his warm hands holding on to yours tightly, Haechan humming along to the songs playing quietly on the radio, and the low buzz of the car’s engine lulling your exhausted body asleep, the negativity of the day fades away into nothing.
— The next day.
Birds chirping. Sheets rustling. And Mark’s alarm blaring noisily.
“Shit.” Mark mumbles, frantically trying to turn off the alarm on his phone. You’re half-awake by the time he turns it off, drowsily smiling at your boyfriend’s panic.
He looks adorable, sleepy eyes scanning his phone, soft sunlight making them sparkle, hair messy, left cheek marked red from sleeping on it.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Did it wake you up?” he asks, morning voice low and groggy. You hum in response, making grabby hands for Mark to lie back down.
The male sighs contentedly when you run your hands through his hair before resting your arms around his neck. “I love you so much.” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “How are you feeling?”
You shrug, snuggling closer into him. “Emotionally tired, I guess. But I feel much better with you now.” You reply, voice slightly muffled.
Mark presses another kiss on your forehead. “I’m all yours today, and I’ll be here if you need me tomorrow too. And the day after that.”
“What about your work?”
“I took three days off.” Mark says mischievously, a boyish grin on his lips. “My baby's wellbeing is my top priority after all.”
Your cheeks redden at the petname and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. “I love you.” you whisper, just quiet enough for Mark to hear it.
