📝synopsis: When Y/n moves into an old apartment, the last thing she expects to find is a collection of handwritten song lyrics and cryptic notes hidden within the walls.
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"You were cute." You giggled as you turned the page to the album.
"What do you mean were?" Mark scoffed at you. "You're hot now."
You giggled, a small blush spread across his face and he looked away. "Don't say that." He said and took out another photo album from the drawer near his bedside.
You looked through his baby pictures and smiled. "Your brother was cute too." You said cooing at the pictures. "I definitely would've played with you if i met you as a baby."
"You're younger than me though." Mark looked at you, eyes wide. "Can you just let me have it?" He nodded his head and stared down at the pictures too.
"This one is my first day at kindergarten, and this is my first time at church." Mark pointed at pictures and smiled.
The first time you had visited Canada two years ago, he didn't let you meet his parents. He was with you the entire time and he took you out to see tourist spots in Vancouver. You thought he wasn't ready to tell his parents about your Relationship, so you didn't push it either, he'd take you to them when he wanted to, willingly.
This time round he was totally different when he got to know that you'll go to Vancouver. He was excited because even he had gotten a break and he really wanted to see his parents.
"My mom makes the best food." His eyes sparkled when he told you about his childhood bedroom, the church he used to visit, the small vegetable garden his mom had behind the kitchen and many more things that you could listen to for hours. He talked about his childhood for the first time in the so many years that you had known him. Of course you knew the basics of his childhood, where he grew up, small anecdotes which he'd tell you time to time, but he had never spoken about how he grew up in such detail before.
He was telling you about the first time he read a verse in church and then stopped in between, "It's boring, isn't it?"
"No baby, it's interesting." He looked into your eyes again for clarification. "All Passengers boarding to Vancouver, Boarding starts." The voice boomed through the speaker and Mark looked at you, "Then i fell from the stairs while walking down after reading it."
You laughed in his face, "You what?"
"Yeah, i fell." He said and laughed with you.
You laid down on his childhood bed, soaking all the wood in, his family was probably obsessed with wood, there was a wooden flooring and even the wall against Mark's bed somehow seemed to be made out of wood.
"What are you looking at?" Mark laid down next to you.
"You have those little glowy things on the roof." You said pointing to the roof, "You can't sleep with pillows, but there's a bunch of pillows." You said pulling the pillow he had under his head to yourself.
"There's a lot of wood in your home." You turned to him and he shrugged.
"Dad likes wood works."
You nodded slowly, letting it all sink in.
"You grew up here?"
"Uh huh."
"What's your mom making?"
"I dont really know, probably all my favourites."
He smiled at you.
"Mark, what if your mom hates me already?"
"You just said hi and i took you upstairs to see my room, what is there to hate?"
A sigh escaped your lips, you knew you were overthinking, Mark's mom was pretty welcoming and she had smiled at you a very warm smile, asking how the flight was and then going on about how much she hates the turbulence before telling Mark to show you around.
"The fact that i stole her son even though he's always with me anyways?"
Mark sighed, "I'm here for another month. Plus i told her a lot about you."
"I think we should help her in the kitchen." You sat up and looked at him, his face scrunched.
"She doesn't like anyone in her kitchen, just like you. Here, look at my baby pictures." Mark handed you the album which was placed on his bedside.
"What did you want to do when you came back to your childhood bedroom?" You asked him, he was still looking down at the album and he smiled ear to ear at a picture before he processed what you asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Like, something you wanna show me here or something you wanna do?"
"I wanna make out with you in my childhood bedroom." He said eyes boring into yours and unwilling you slapped him. "You dirty minded boy. Your parents are downstairs and i can see the cross to your childhood church from here." You snickered at him and a smirk broke across his face. "I wasn't joking."
"Yeah, shut up."
"Ok but in all seriousness, i want you to see this." He went inside his closet and got a guitar case and your eyes sparkled, "Is this your first guitar?"
"Yes." He pulled it out of it's cover and placed it own his lap, the strings seemed like they had been changed recently and he smiled, "Mom takes care of my guitar." He played some chords and then played a song you both sung together.
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You don't know, babe
When you hold me
And kiss me slowly
It's the sweetest thing
And it don't change
If I had it my way
You would know that you are
You sung, your eyes closing, the guitar was definitely old. You could feel it's age through the way its tune came out so raw and clear. It moulded into his arms like the guitar was made just for him to hold and you couldn't help but smile when he sang with you. His eyes were closed too, letting himself get lost in the music.
You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert
You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts
You're the sunshine on my life
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it
I know you're a star
Where you go I follow
No matter how far
If life is a movie
Then you're the best part, oh oh oh
You're the best part, oh oh oh
Best part
You both were so lost in the tunes that you didn't notice when Mark's mom came and leaned against the door frame watching you two sing. When the song ended Mark's eyes searched for yours. "I love you." He said staring deeply into your eyes.
"I love you too." You smiled at him. He meant it, everytime he said it, he meant it and more so from the last time he uttered those words.
You were reassured that he loves you everytime he said he loves you, a satisfaction spread across your chest, knowing that he'll fight for you and your happiness. His smiles healed you through and through, and you could watch his eyes crinkle and sparkle each day and you'd still be as fond as you were the moment your eyes fell upon him.
His mother coughed to make her presence known. She walked in slowly, hands wiping at her apron, she sat down on Mark's bed and smiled. You could see where he got his infamous smile from.
"I see you've found your guitar." Mark nodded and smiled back at her.
"That was beautiful, i didn't want you two to stop but lunch is ready."
When Mark's mom asked him to go ahead and set the plates, Mark couldnt say no. She sat where Mark first sat and her hands slowly held yours.
"I believe I can trust only you with my boy's heart." She smiled at you and caressed your hand.
"I've never heard him sing in such a beautiful harmony before."
Her smile grew wider and she caressed your cheek. "You've been in this house for one hour and I have already seen my son smile the most he has in the past 5 years."
"Welcome to the family." She smiled and held your hand leading you down to the kitchen.
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look at this picture of mark when he was a baby ㅠ.ㅠ
