Mark Is Acting Weird (6/?)
Word count: 1338
Summary: In the middle of his tour, Y/n notices that Mark had been more distant and not really acting like himself and she doesn’t know why. Now that he is back, he is even more not himself
Sorry for any errors
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In the comfort of your home, you cried over what happened at the studio. You sulked to yourself in your room and just contemplated your relationship with Mark.
It was about an hour later that you heard “Y/n! Y/n!” being called out through your front door between frantic knocks.
You didn’t want to open it, you still wanted to be alone, but suddenly the ringtone you have set for Jackson went off. You turned down his call only for him to call him again.
“What?” you eventually answered in a soft voice.
“Y/n, where are you?!? I’m am at your place, but it doesn’t seem like you are here!” he said with concern.
“Ugh” you hung up the phone and went and opened the door for him.
He looked a bit surprised, but only for a moment. “Y/n, are you okay?” he asked as he walked in
You couldn’t get yourself to talk, just thinking about the whole thing formed a lump in your throat. You just shook you head at him.
Just seeing you frown, caused Jackson to bring you into a hug. “I’m sorry he got mad at you like that.” he said softly.
You could feel yourself crying again as you thought back on how Mark has been in the last month. His behavior wasn’t making any since and you just couldn’t take it anymore. “Why is he like this?” you whimpered. “Why is he being this way? He is never like this!”
Jackson held you tighter as you began to cry harder. “I don’t know, Y/n” was all he could tell you. “Why don’t we move over to the couch and you can talk to me about it.” he suggested.
You told him practically everything, he too not knowing what could be wrong with Mark. Within your hour of venting, he let you know that he noticed Mark had been snappy since the tour, not talking to him as much either. All of it was so out of character and it wasn’t making sense.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I keep trying and trying, but I just- I don’t know.” You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder.
He slid his arm around you. “You’ll figure this out.”
That’s when you heard the door open. Mark stepped in with his eyes to the ground and you noticed a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. However, when he looked up and found you and Jackson on the couch, he looked just as upset as he did at the studio. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I came to check on y/n because you wouldn’t.” Jackson said blankly.
Mark threw the flowers to the side, marching up to the two of you. “Get your arm off her!” he demanded.
Jackson did so, standing up and walking up to Mark. “Bro, calm down.”
“I already told you, you don’t fucking tell me what to do!” he said loudly.
You stood up from the couch also, “Mark, stop it already.”
“Stop what?” he turned on you now.
You flinched at his loud voice.
“Stop catching you with Jackson every single fucking time?! It’s always Jackson, Jackson, Jackson! Always texting him, always wanting him to tag along, always asking how he is doing. What exactly is going on between the two of you huh?! Why is it that-” he said getting louder.
“Dude, seriously stop! You are scaring her.” Jackson said cutting him off.
“Don’t tell me how to talk to my girlfriend! She’s mine, not yours and you need to get that through your head already!”
Jackson turned back to you. “Y/n, just go to your room, let me talk to him.”
You did as he suggested, ignoring Mark’s orders for you to stay.
You locked yourself in your room, feeling distraught about everything. It didn’t help that you could hear them arguing in the other room. Mark’s voice was louder, while you could barely hear Jackson’s voice as he was probably speaking calmly. Soon though, Mark’s voice became softer and softer and eventually the voices were like low whispers. That was when you heard the front door open and close and there was a knock at your bedroom door.
You opened it with hesitation. Mark stood on the other side, “I’m sorry.” He said the second you opened the door. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Y/n, I am so sorry.” He repeated with a soft, shaky voice
You just looked back at him, not really knowing what to think, not wanting to forgive him so easily.
“Baby, I fucked up. I- I just- I’m sorry!”
“Mark, please leave.” You said turning away from him.
“Baby, let’s just talk, please?”
You scoffed at him. “So now you want to talk?”
“I haven’t slept in three days.” He said out right. “We have promotion after promotion and then we have to get this comeback started and then, I- I just can’t sleep. I am too stressed and I barely have time to eat and I- I can’t think straight and I don’t even know what is going on anymore and I just I barely get to see you, and I feel bad that I can’t be with you and I don’t know how to make up for it. I don’t know how to stop thinking. A-and like, I didn’t mean to snap at you Y/n, baby please believe me.” He pleaded as he walked up to you.
It was now that you noticed the bags under his eyes and his sunken cheeks. You let out a deep sigh. You weren’t too sure how to feel. Well, you felt horrible first of all. He was so tired and you hated it when he overworked himself like this. “It makes sense now I guess… I wouldn’t be able to handle that without snapping either, I imagine.” You thought to yourself. But then, you were still so hurt. A part of you still couldn’t help but feel so upset about how he has been and yelling at you earlier.
Very gently, he grabbed your hands. “Y/n, believe me.”
You stayed quiet as you thought everything over.
Mark took your silence as refusal to hear him out, so he pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours. “Baby, I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to lash out at you like that. Please, please, please forgive me.” He begged.
You kept your arms crossed and didn’t dare look up at him. “Mark...” you wiped his hands off you and stepped away. “I- shit...” you stayed quiet for another moment. You thought the whole situation over, just trying to wrap your head around everything. “I think that… I don’t know what to think right now… Maybe we should- we should take a break.”
“No, Y/n, no!” Mark said coming up to you.
“Well, you said it yourself! Y-you have too much on your plate.”
He went up to you and cupped your face to make you look at him. “Baby, please no. I don’t want to do that.”
“I don’t either, but I also don’t like feeling ignored or getting yelled at in front of everyone.” You whimpered.
“Y/n, please, just no. Baby, I’m sorry I will be better. I promise! I never meant to yell at you, just please, let’s get past this.”
“Mark… Only… Only if you promise to not lash out on me like that… I understand that you are under a lot of stress, but don’t take it out on me or the rest of the guys like that.” you said sternly.
Mark hugged you tight. “I won’t! I promise I won’t!” he said as he gave you a kiss.
You didn’t hug him back though. Instead, padded your face of your tears from earlier and looked up at him again. “We will talk about what you yelled earlier about me and Jackson some other time… Uh, for now just- just see if you can skip practice and take a nap here…”
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