#mark tuam drabbles

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until we meet again • mark (O/S)

Until we meet again.

The first time Mark heard this from you was when he was eight, at the school playground, where both of you played together for the first time and became friends.

You had just fallen off the seesaw and hurt your foot, so you were sitting alone on the floor, watching the other kids play, until Mark came up to you and started talking, asking about extremely random things, which is something more than normal for an eight year old child.

"I'm going to eat so much pasta that I'm going to explode! Mama's pasta is so good!" Mark exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm going to bring it to you too, to help heal your injury, okay?" He promised, showing his pinky finger.

"Okay, Markachu. Now I have to go, mommy will be a beast when she sees my injury." You said sadly, as you linked your little finger with his and supported yourself to get up off the floor. "Until we meet again, Mark!" You said waving while limping a little to your mother.

The second time Mark heard this, the two of you were sixteen and Mark was leaving for South Korea. You felt so sad that you didn't know what to do to stop crying.

"We will meet again, I will wait for you." Mark said, while wiping your tears.

"Don't be so innocent, Mark. You are going to have a whole new life there." You continued to cry, laying your head on his chest, while he wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight.

"Say you will find me and I will wait for you as long as necessary, Y/N." He whispered as you listened to his rapid heartbeat, his hands tightly holding you against his body and you could feel a drop of water fall on your forehead. He was crying. "Say we will meet again. I will wait for you."

“I will find you, Mark. I love you. Until we meet again.”

And you really met again.

Five years after that farewell in LA, you had finally gone to Korea, afraid and distressed by the radical change of culture and customs. Even more afraid of things being different than you thought with Mark. All those years you had done everything for him, to see him again, and never once did you have to think twice.

It took a while for you to get used to Korean society, but Mark was always there, giving you all the support you need to make everything better and easier. The distance had not affected your relationship in any way and you never regretted anything.

You gave all of you to him, every day.

And each time Mark woke up with tou by his side, he didn't know how he managed to love you even more each day. He didn't know if it was the gentle kisses you’d give him in the morning, on both of his cheeks and on his nose. He didn't know if it was your loving 'good morning', as you snuggled closer in his chest. He didn’t know if was the way you looked at him as if he was the most important thing in the world. He did not know. But the love he felt for you just grew up and got stuck in his chest, without having room for anyone else.

And now, as he watches Yangyang beach waves, sitting on the white sand, with you between his legs, resting on his chest, he knows why he loves you so much.

Because it's you. That simple. That’s enough.

His eyes focus on your hand, bruised with some cruel needle wounds, seeing the wedding ring there on your finger, feeling proud to call you his wife for the past four years. Your skin is now pale, but you are still perfect for him.

"I want you to live, huh?" You whispered to Mark, without having much strength to speak up. "Travel with the boys. Eat well. Don't forget to wrap up on cold days. Wear your blue jackets. Wear more berets, also, you look perfect with them, Markachu.” You looked up at Mark's face, seeing the tears streaming down the face of the man you loved so much. Raising your hand with difficulty you touched his hot skin, pulling his face close and kissing those lips that were your most lovely gift, every day. "I love you, Mark Tuan. Say you will find me and I will wait for you. Say we will meet again.”

Mark stroked your tired face and watched your lazy smile, while tears were also streaming down his face.

Perfect. To Mark, you would always be.

"I will find you again. Wait for me." He pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you, my love. More than anything. You have always been and always will be the best thing I have ever had. Wait for me, I will find you."

You closed your eyes, smiling with all the rest of the strength that existed in you.

"Until we meet again, my love."

It was your last words, while your body and soul rested and Mark felt your hands slip lifelessly into your lap, while your heart was no longer beating. And he felt like his heart was about to do the same thing.

The third time Mark heard that from you, it was nothing like he wanted to.

"Until we meet again, baby,” he said goodbye.

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