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Baseball (& Other Disasters)

Description. Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met.

Too bad that was all it took to grow an embarrassingly huge crush on him. 

So when he comes to you, in need of a new baseball manager, how could you say no to that face? (Spoiler: You couldn’t) 

Pairings. Mark Lee x Female Reader

Genre. Romance, F2L, Idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining

Warnings. Cursing, An awkward scene of you walking in on the deed being done, suggestive comments,  (I think that’s it?)

Word count. 10k ... 

Note: I had so much fun writing this, sorry if it seems like it moved too fast, I didn’t want it to be too long since it’s been sitting in my drafts forever! Anyways, enjoy and remember feedback is always appreciated <3

Mark Lee is out fifty dollars, a phone bill, and most recently, a baseball manager. And he’s about to pull his hair out, because seriously, who quits right before the season starts? Not to help that he could’ve never seen it coming. 

Kim Jungwoo, their former manager, had quite literally bailed on them. He was a player who injured his ankle, so he settled on the manager position, hoping one day to become a coach. His excuse was simple now though, he graduated university a few years ago, and was ready to move on. Mark just thinks the passion for the sport was gone, but you don’t just lose it overnight? How had no one seen it coming?

There was no point on dwelling on it, Mark shakes his head. Jungwoo was gone, and they needed a new manager stat. Unfortunately, Coach had kind of put that responsibility on Mark’s shoulders. But what did he know about this anyways? He had enough on his plate already to be scouring Indeed dot com for a baseball manager. Why couldn’t the assistant coach do it? Isn’t that was Doyoung was for, to do stuff like this? 

And the worst part? He has two weeks to find someone, which is pretty much impossible. Especially considering that they would still have to train the manager to adjust to their schedules and learn their positions. 

In short, Mark really hated Kim Jungwoo right now. 

You on the other hand, had not a worry in the world. Well, at this moment at least. Your only problem was the fact that you had to boil your ramen in the common kitchen, instead of being able to just pop it in the microwave. Yeah, you have Mark Lee to thank that for. 

You remember it like it was yesterday, (it was two months ago), when Mark Lee practically blew up your microwave. And even after an attempt to plead with the floor’s RA, they ultimately deemed it unsafe to have one on your floor. Which meant no more Hot Pockets, Cup ‘O Noodles, or soggy pizza. A tragedy for a college student.

Understandably, most people were annoyed with Mark’s accident, but it didn’t last very long anyways. It’s hard to hate the boy who led your school games to constant victories the year before. Overall, Mark was just a likable person.

Before that day, you didn’t even know Mark had played baseball. You didn’t care a lot for sports, opting to keep up only with your friend Chenle’s obsession, basketball. But even then, you didn’t know much about either sport. 

To you, Mark Lee was just the guy who awkwardly spoke while putting ranch on his salad. He was introducing himself, asking why you were up cooking at three am as well, before shifting back to his food. He then started telling you how he liked his salads with boiled eggs on top, a good source of protein according to his coach. By the time you realized the microwave was on, with the egg inside, it was already too late. 

It literally burst in the microwave, causing a rather unpleasant smell to spread throughout the common floor. Your face scrunched in disgust as you trashed the ravioli you were waiting to cook in there. “You put a boiled egg in the microwave?”

“To heat it up!” He had defended, staring at the messy appliance in horror. 

“For 50 seconds?!” 

He raised his hands, eyes wide. “I like them hot!” 

Foolishly, that also happened to be the exact day you fell for Mark Lee. Something about his slight awkwardness, and the fumble of his hands when he spoke. You would’ve never guessed what kind of reputation he had held. 

Your best friend, Yeri stops you there with the raise of her hand. She chews aggressively on her chicken while shaking her head and swallowing. “You’re such a loser.”

You laugh as you fake a pout, “Stop! Don’t tease me.”

“I can’t believe that’s what made you like him.” She furrows her brows. “There’s so many other reasons to like him, that’s all.”

You twirl your ramen on your plastic fork, sitting in the dining hall so you could eat with Yeri. (She had always offered to buy you a meal, but this food was a rip off! The pricing was crazy and you’d die before you let her buy two meals, call you a good friend.) 

“You know I have a thing for awkward boys.” You speaks truthfully, because the point was supported by your track record of crushes on other shy boys.

“Well,” Yeri begins, knowing she’s about to get shot down. “You should try talking to him, as more than a friend.” 

“Never!” You shriek, not believing she had even suggested that. “You know, I’m content with admiring from afar.”

“Which is why you’re still single!” She puts another forkful in her mouth before mumbling. “He’s nice, you should at least try.”

But you were a person of your word, you were not going to make the first move with Mark. That’s just the kind of person you were, you weren’t going to put yourself out there only to be rejected! 

Or worse, have your confession accepted. 

You see, due to never confessing, you had never had a boyfriend. That left you sorely inexperienced in the dating world. Meaning if you ever did ever ask someone on a date, you’d have no idea what to do on it. That would just likely lead you into a breakdown over the entire thing, which you would like to avoid. 

You didn’t mind being single too much either, you had two great best friends who you could count on. The other actually just arrived right now, taking his seat as he looks at the two of you. “What? Did I interrupt something?”

“Just them avoiding talking to their crush.”

“Again?” Chenle laughs as he shakes his head. “I didn’t even know you had a crush.” 

“I don’t.” You deny, glancing at Yeri. “I just think he’s cute.”

Yeri raises her fork in defense, stating matter-of-factly. “Everyone think’s Mark Lee is cute.” 

“He’s not even all that.” Chenle dismisses, pulling out his phone to play some mobile game. “You could do better.”

“Better? Than Mark Lee?” Yeri’s jaw drops, and your glad she sees your side. Well, half the female population of your university did anyways.

“Who could be better?” You scoff, counting off your fingers. “Mark is talented, funny, and super cute! He’s like the entire package!” 

“Yeah, you definitely have a crush on him.” Chenle says, turning his attention away from his (regrettably) best friends. 

“But seriously, who wouldn’t want Mark?” Yeri nods, “You have the right idea.”

“I know, when have I ever liked someone questionable?” You ask, noting their lack of faith in your taste.

“Well..” Yeri starts and you sigh, knowing where she’s going with it. “Na Jaemin.” 

“That was before I knew he was..” You trail, your nose scrunching, not wishing to reminisce on that phase of affection. 

Chenle stops you, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t you dare call him a slut!” 

“I wasn’t going to call him a-” 

“Liar!” The boy yells, not even letting you finish. “Don’t talk bad about my friend!” 

“I wasn’t going to! You’re the one who assumed I was going to call him a slut!” 

“Cause you were!” Yeri instigates, laughing at you two. 

“I wasn’t.” You maintain. Your crush on Jaemin was short lived anyways. You had seen him donning a basketball jersey, playing along side your friend on the first day of the semester. 

Yeri would say you had heart eyes bursting out the moment you spotted him, you’d disagree, but he had definitely caught your attention. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before you found out he definitely wasn’t the type to be tied down. Not that it bothered you or anything, like you stated previously, you weren’t going to make a move. 

Though, it was kind of hard to crush on a boy with a different girl around his arm everyday. Eh, not exactly your taste. 

“Anyways, Mark has a ton of girl’s chasing after him. Thought you didn’t like guys like that.” Chenle states, attention not moving from whatever shooting game he’s engaged in. 

“The difference is that Mark clearly hasn’t spoken to a single one of those fangirls in his life.” Yeri points out, never having seen it happen.

“You’re not that dumb are you?” Chenle finally puts his phone down. “Mark definitely messes around with all of them.” 

“What does it matter?” 

“Is this because your girl is one of his little fans?” You ridicule and Chenle shoots you a killer glare. The girl he liked, Nagyung, was one of the girls who’d attend baseball games just to see Mark. All of the girls in that section were recognized because they’d always start screaming from the stands when Mark would make a pitch. Squeals and cheers just for him to look their way.

You were one interaction away from joining them.

“What does he have that I don’t?!” Chenle throws his head back at the reminder.”Wish I had fans bringing me lunch every day too. I’d never have to eat with you fools again.”

You contemplate throwing your hot ramen on him as you narrow your eyes. “You’re no longer invited.”

“Hey!” Chenle whines.

Yeri pushes your shoulder lightly as she ignores your friends pleas. “I’m serious about talking to him! You’ll never know if you don’t try.” 

“Yeri, just because you’ve had like 200 hundred boyfriends doesn’t mean we all want to!” Chenle digs, making a face at her. 

“200?!” She yelps before her face goes straight. “I’d say 400 is more accurate.” 

“Yeri!” You widen your eyes as she giggles. It was no secret your best friends was far more experienced in the dating realm than you were. Even Chenle had a girlfriend here and there. 

Yeri even had a boyfriend now, an exchange student named Sicheng who she learned Mandarin for. They’d been steady together for about two years now, her ‘crazy highschool days’ were over and she was ready to settle down. All her words. 

“Well it doesn’t matter now, clearly Sicheng and I are gonna get married-”

“Yes and have a million babies and live in a big house,” You interrupt her, reciting the statement you’ve heard so many times. “We know.” 

“That could be you and Mark!” She nods, winking. 

“Please, babies? You won’t even talk to him, and he’s like the nicest guy in the world.” Chenle scoffs, sipping from his drink, and that hits you particularly hard.

“You know what?” You say boldly, quirking a brow. “I will talk to him! I’ll show you.” 

You have not shown Chenle. 

It’s only been two days but you had yet to spot Mark anywhere, let alone strike up a conversation with the boy. It’s not like you two were close or anything, did he even know your name? Would he remember you? Were you just severely overthinking this? Definitely.

Even if Mark didn’t remember you, he’s not the type to act all weird about it. He’d likely try to greet you back and start a conversation, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. 

Because here he is, in the very area where you first met him (And that exploded egg.) In the common kitchen. And you’re about to fall over.

He’s wearing glasses while dressed in sweatpants, since it is midnight after all, and staring at something on his laptop. The bright blue light illuminating his features as he sits in the dimly lit area, eating something from a takeout container. Eyes heavy from clear exhaustion as he presses on the temple of his forehead. And yet you think you’ve never seen him look cuter. 

You walk in steadily, ready to boil some instant oatmeal. (It was all you had found in your dorm, you don’t even remember buying it.) Mark looks up, smiling as he makes eye contact with you. 

That damn famous smile. 

“Hey stranger.” He greets, looking you up and down discreetly. “Haven’t seen you here in a while.” 

You laugh, “Decided maybe it’d be best to stay away from here for a minute.” 

“I don’t blame you.” He nods, holding his hands up in defeat as his eyes flicker back to his laptop. 

“So, big project coming up or?” You say, turning to open your oatmeal, grimacing at the powder on your hands as you wipe it off. This is your attempt at starting a conversation that would hopefully go better than it did last time. 

“Not exactly.” He drags, scrolling on his mouse pad.

“Is that Zip Recruiter?” You giggle, looking over your shoulder as his laptop faces you. “Job hunting?” 

He shakes his head, before realizing you couldn’t see him. “No, actually. I’m job.. hiring.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, even though you didn’t know what he meant. 

“I have a week and a half to find the team a new manager.” Mark elaborates, sighing as he leans back into his chair. “Nothing but dead ends so far.” 

“Is it that hard to find candidates?” You ask, genuinely curious. Also, had Kim Jungwoo quit? You had seen him around campus a few times, mostly chatting up Yeri, but he seemed to be super loyal to his team. What had changed, and so suddenly? 

Mark continues looking. “Only two people have responded to my posting so far. One had a criminal background and the other wanted higher pay.” 

“That sucks.” You stir your food. “Have you thought about hiring a student?”

Mark turns to look back at you. “I don’t know. Coach didn’t want to do that again after Jungwoo, but maybe if they had all the qualifications then he wouldn’t mind.” 

“Cool,” You speak absentmindedly. “I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” 

“What about you?” 

You glad you weren’t facing him or else you would’ve surely agreed to it in an instant. You regain your senses as you notice your spoon falling into the hot mixture, almost burning yourself as you retrieve it. “Oh- Uh, Mark I don’t think I’d be a good fit.”

And you assume that’s enough to drop the subject but he actually closes his laptop as he continues. “But Chenle mentioned something about you managing your team in high school.” 

First things first, you were going to kill Chenle! Leave it up to him to meddle in this, when did he even speak to Mark? And now he was going around lying to him?

Sure, you had vaguely helped your friend take baseball stats in highschool once; but it was nothing like this. How did Chenle even remember that?

You need to get it together and say no, there is no way in the world you could be a baseball manager. For several reasons, one being that you only know surface level things on the sport. Two, your schedule is hectic enough as it is without being apart of a team. And three? You’d have to deal with Mark Lee more often than you’d ever imagined. 

Well, the last one didn’t sound so bad. 

Mark takes in your silence. “Maybe just think over it, it pays well and we travel a lot. It could be fun.” 

You want to throw something, why was this even an option for him? “It’s just, my time as a manager was very brief. Don’t you want someone more confident in what they’re doing?”

Mark’s mouth draws into a thin line. “Well, we’re really pressed for time right now, and you have experience. We’re short on options, plus I kinda know you.” 

“So you’re trusting me with the fate of your entire team,” You start, closing your eyes. “Because you kinda know me.” 

He foolishly nods, before getting up. “It’s not a hard job I promise! I’m sure you’d have no trouble with it!”

You open your mouth.“Mark-”

“Consider it?” He speaks as he now stands next to you. Your eyes pretending to be engrossed with the stupid oatmeal in front of you. You’re trying your hardest not to give away how nervous you are, you’d never been this close to him before. Sure, you could only see him from the corner of your eye, but you know he’s watching your face as he awaits an answer. “Please?” 

He is so cute.

“I’ll do it.” You blurt, before you can stop the words from tumbling out.

His eyes light up, a smile growing. “What? Really?”

No! Not really, I’m just an idiot who’s weak to such a perfect boy in front of me. I’m taking it back before it’s too late! Sorry, maybe I can help you find someone else! That’s what you should be saying.

Yet nothing comes out, as you just nod. Idiot, you think. You know this is a terrible idea but you’re too far in now! (Not really, you’re just dramatic.) But you’d be damned if you were the one to wipe such a pretty smile off his face.

“Woah, okay. I’ll have coach do the paperwork and then I’ll email you the schedule.” He sighs in relief, before looking at you and placing his hand on your shoulder. “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You really wish he had said that in a different context.

..

Knocking on the apartment door harshly, your anger fizzles down a bit when Park Jisung, Chenle’s roommate, opens the door. “Oh hey, what are-”

“Is Chenle home?” You ask, not seeing him in the kitchen as you look through the door. The poor boy looks confused, you usually love small talk with him.

“Well, yeah but he’s-”

“Thanks.” You mutter before you push past the boy, ignoring any words that followed. Jisung took note of the look on your face though, and decided he did not want to stand in your way, definitely not.

You don’t even bother to knock, swinging Chenle’s door open with full force. Though you quickly regret it, as you’re met with a half naked Chenle with a girl on top of him. Well, that’s definitely not Nagyung.

You shield you eyes before yelling. “Dammit Chenle! Where are your clothes?”

“Oh my god,” The girl squeaks before pulling away, picking up her shirt as she clutches it in front of her chest. “You said I was the only one!” 

“You are-” Chenle begins but is interrupted by a slap on his face. He sits there, stunned at the sudden action as she gets off of him. The girl runs out of the room, grabbing her phone off his desk and running past a startled Jisung, who gapes in the doorway. 

“Was that-”

“Shut up Jisung!” And you register the sound’s of Chenle running after her, too afraid of seeing his penis again that you don’t open your eyes until he’s gone.

The front door slams and you look at Jisung, who just shrugs and smiles awkwardly. “So that was- um...”

“What the fuck.” Chenle storms back in the living room, pants halfway on, before approaching you, pointing a finger in your chest. “You just cock blocked me!”

“You fucking idiot.” You spout back. “I’m only here because of what you told Mark!” 

“Are you kidding?!” He responds, scoffing as Jisung look’s around confused. Truthfully, Chenle had barely remembered what he had even said to Mark. “I was trying to help you!”

“I don’t need your help!”

Chenle rolls his eyes, you’re acting like he did the worst thing in the world. “Whatever! So sue me, I just wanted you to actually speak to him!”

“Oh I definitely will now because I’m the new fucking baseball manager.” You drop, the two males staring at you in awe. Jisung looks confused and Chenle genuinely looks like he’s seen a ghost. 

Chenle himself swears his jaw dropped and rolled on the floor beneath him. “What?!” He exclaims, running his hands through his hair.

Jisung raises a brow at that, ignoring as Chenle has a meltdown in the corner of their shared living room, before turning to look at you. He had never seen you at any of the games when he went to see his friends, so he didn’t think you wanted anything to do with that. “You like baseball?” 

“Hardly.” You groan, facing the youngest boy. “But Mark was being all nice, and he had that cute smile and-” 

“So you said yes?!” Chenle raises his voice, throwing his hands up. “I was just trying to get you to talk to him, not to invade his team!” 

“This is you’re fault! You know I can’t say no to him!” You whine, and Chenle literally is at a loss of what to say. Out of all the possible outcomes, he didn’t think you’d actually ever take up the spot. 

“Okay,” He tries to calm down, nervously pacing around as he tries to think rationally. “Well, what now?” 

You shrug, whining before throwing yourself on his couch. “I don’t know, I think I dug myself in this inescapable hole.” 

“Deep,” Jisung agrees and earns a slap on the arm from an annoyed Chenle. 

Even if he was upset about having blue balls, he did feel for his best friend. He knew you didn’t do super well in high pressure situations, and in front of a crush too? You were toast. 

“Shit! You know nothing about baseball! What were you thinking?” Chenle exclaims, as he throws himself on his couch. 

“You were the one who told him about me helping Gowon with paperwork back in high school! How do you even remember that?” You ask, sitting next to him on the dingy couch.

He gives you a dirty look, as if you should’ve known why. “Because I had a crush on her, duh! Could’ve remembered anything related to her.” 

“Well excuse me,” You press sarcastically. “You crush on anything with legs.” 

“And I still never had a crush on you, says a lot.” He responds, and you’re about to start throwing punches at the insult.

“I did.” Jisung speaks out of no where, you two looking at him wordlessly, and you forgot he was here. Wait, did he just admit to liking you before? He opens his mouth again, “If that helps?”

“No Jisung, why would that help?” Chenle exasperated as he furrows his brows, shakes his head. He couldn’t believe his closest friends were all idiots. 

“What I was saying,” Jisung elaborates. “Is that you’re a catch. I’m sure Mark will come to his senses sooner rather than later. Maybe joining his team is a good thing, forced proximity and whatever.” 

“You’ve been playing too many otome games.” Chenle scoffs and the younger male starts stuttering defenses. Maybe he did download too many dating simulators.

You just nod, albeit awkwardly. He did kind of have a point though. “Thanks, I guess.” 

Jisung just shrugs and scurries off to his room, you and Chenle watching as he does so. Chenle clears his throat before speaking. “That was weird as hell.” 

But you had other things to worry about, one being getting home to your safe warm bed. Especially after seeing your best friend naked, you felt the need to bleach your eyes, at least three times. Maybe four for good measure, hopefully it’ll erase your memory too. 

Unfortunately, this didn’t happen, as you had spotted into problem number one on your way out of Chenle’s apartment complex. 

He’s dressed in casual attire, adjusting his backpack it sits too loosely on his shoulders. You hope he doesn’t see you, as you’re still a little flustered from the previous events. 

But you wish isn’t granted as he yells your name across the parking lot. Waving to you animatedly as he stands with another boy beside him. You offer a small wave back, hoping you can run to your car after this, but all thoughts of a quick escape are down the drain the minute he jogs up to you.

You pretend to be enamored in your phone, calmly as Mark gets closer. “Hey! What are you doing around here?” He asks, looking happy to see you. 

“Oh I had to come see Chenle for something.” You nod, avoiding eye contact. 

He looks down for a minute before speaking again. “Nice! Oh, this is Haechan by the way. He’s our second baseman.” 

Mark nudges the aforementioned male, and you suddenly come to notice him. You had barely even taken note of the male, giving him a nod as he looks back at you with a smirk. “Nice to meet you, Mark says you’ll be at practice on Monday?”

You smile, “I will.” 

“Great, then we won’t bother you-” Mark begins but Haechan isn’t done talking. Somethings brewing in that boys head, and you’re a little nervous about it. 

“Actually, Mark and I were just heading up to my place to discuss the opposing teams stats for the first game. Mark likes to brainstorm possible plays, so if you’re not busy, you should join us.” He proposes, and you can see Mark’s eyes widening. 

You almost short circuit at the sudden invitation, and you assume its pretty obvious. If not by your facial expression then definitely by the way your hands got a little shaky. Also, of course it was your luck that Haechan had lived here! 

“You don’t have to!” Mark cuts in, waving his hands. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured into spending your Saturday afternoon with them. “You’re probably busy, it’s not a big deal.” 

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t want to intrude anyways.” 

“It’s not intruding.” Haechan speaks up, crossing his arms. “I invited you, plus we always had Jungwoo’s opinion on these things.” 

You look between the boys, Mark smiling and Haechan awaiting an answer. You assume you look like a lost puppy, pleading eyes looking for an escape. 

But this is Mark you’re talking about, and possible time with Mark is at stake here! Not forgetting the fact that you’re also his team manager. “Okay, sure.” 

Haechan adjusts his glasses, perched on his face, and turns as he leads the way. You’re too busy in your phone though, texting the group chat about the sudden update. 

You: You two will never guess who I’m with

Yerim <3: i have your location idiot, you’re with chenle

Lele: She left like five minutes ago.. 

Yerim <3: wtf

Yerim <3: then who

Lele: Bitch I know you see the texts

You: CHILL I’m listening to Haechan talk about his flat screen tv

Lele: LEE HAECHAN? THE GUY WHO LIVES DOWNSTAIRS? 

Lele: Who are you

Yerim <3: LMAO what

You: Mark is here...

Yerim <3: i expect a 3 page paper about this encounter on my desk tomorrow morning, mla format 12 point arial font 

You giggle at the last text and shove your phone in your pocket, attention on Haechan as he flips his laptop towards the you and Mark. You’re seated on the floor around a small table in his living room. Mark opting to sit next to you as Haechan sits across. The male has a playback of their game against this school last season playing on the tv behind him. 

You have to admit, the two seem as determined as ever. The game wasn’t for another two weeks and yet they were already getting familiar with the other teams players. This was nothing like the high school level you had dealt with, and you were admittedly a little lost. 

Mark often turns to you, handing you papers to which you just nod and skim over. You’re struggling to remember what they numbers mean but fake it till you make it, right? 

Eventually, Haechan abandons the footage, in favor of talking your head off. But you were honestly thankful for the change of pace, one more home run review and you would’ve exploded.

“Two weeks and then I’ll be on a beach after we take home the win.” He nods, and you can tell he’s already looking forward it. 

“That’s assuming we win.” Mark jabs him with his elbow, pulling him out of his day dream. 

“The beach?” You ask, wondering why he would be there.

“The Cyclones school is about a five minute drive from a beach. Every time we play them, we head there after. Just have to sneak past coach and we’re home free.” Haechan says, enthusiastically referring to their upcoming opponent.

“Would you want to come?” Mark speaks, a little anxious as he lands his gaze on you. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to get caught by coach at my first game with you guys.” You speak, smiling nervously. 

“What, like how we caught you?” Haechan raises his brows, but you don’t get what he’s referring to.  

“Caught?” You ask, looking to the other male for answers. 

“Haechan.” Mark warns, sending the male a glare. 

The male doesn’t heed his warning though. “We caught you slipping out of Chenle’s! So you’re the mystery hookup, huh?”

“Mystery hookup?!” You exclaim, before processing what he said. 

“Yeah! Chenle told us he was going to bang some, and I quote, ‘sweet ass’ today.” Haechan nods, winking at you. 

You just about throw up in your mouth. “Oh God, no! He wasn’t talking about me!” 

Mark looks towards you, head whipping around almost comically. “He wasn’t?”

“No,” You admit, recalling the embarrassing situation that occurred. “Actually I kind of walked in on him and the so-called sweet ass earlier.”  

That sends Haechan into a fit of laughter. “No way!”

You nod reluctantly. “I went over trying to talk to him about an issue we had, but I opened the door and - Actually, I’d rather not remember it.” 

“So that’s why you were running out all flustered.” Haechan laughs even harder. “I thought you were trying to avoid being seen.” 

“Oh come on,” You giggle back. “I’d never sleep with Chenle, we’re just friends.” 

“Just friends,” Haechan subtly (not really) nudges Mark. 

“We should really get back to the plays.” 

Coach Minho was a lot nicer than he looked, or at least, that’s what you deduced. The players would say he ruled the batting cages with an iron fist, and you’d seen it in action a couple times, but he was always kind to you. 

Even when you asked questions about things that any old baseball manager should clearly know, he never berated you, only explaining the concept and sending you on your way. 

Assistant Coach Doyoung, on the other hand, was a little more wary of you. He didn’t speak to you beyond two or three words, and when he did? It was usually to doubt your abilities as a manager, but you just figured he was frustrated. 

He did have to deal more with the manager more one-on-one, so you figured he was just having trouble adjusting. He kept you in line though, correcting any mistakes and issues you had right away, even if he made an offhanded comment. You heard the boys say he was a tough love kind of person too, so maybe he was hard on you cause he wanted you to do well. 

Or at least you hoped so. 

The team was a whole different story. Really, you only knew Mark and Haechan, and that was barely. Either way, they couldn’t be on your side when you were handling other problems, so you were basically all alone. 

Xiaojun, one of the designated hitters, came up to you on your first day. 

And then decided you were his new best friend. 

It was nice too, to have someone else on the team that was on your side. Most of the boys hadn’t opened up yet, most doubted your inability to manage the team as well, for reasons you really don’t care to get into.

But thankfully, once Xiaojun had warmed up to you, some of the others followed suit. So now you could say you could count on a handful of them when Doyoung got a little too aggressive. 

Currently, he was showing you pictures of his dog Bella at six in the morning as you all waited to board the bus. You’re usually not a morning person, but with Xiaojun’s infectious smile, you couldn’t help but coo at Bella as well. 

Their first game is today at seven, and to say they were nervous was an understatement. Yangyang, your third basemen, was pretty much shaking as he boarded the bus ahead of you two. This was his first time starting so you’d give him credit for that. 

You were outside the bus as the others loaded up, rushing in to take naps you presume, but you were waiting on two missing pieces of your team.

Namely Mark and Haechan. 

Would it kill those two to be punctual? If you learned anything over the past few weeks it was yes, it would kill them. 

You sigh in relief as Mark and Haechan finally arrive, and the two profusely apologize to Doyoung, who just watches with a scowl as he sips his coffee. 

“Coach isn’t even here yet, just get on the bus.” The older male directs them and they nod as he walks into the bus himself. 

“You guys seriously got here ten minutes before we had to leave?” You ask, still groggy from such an early hour. 

“You think this just happens without beauty sleep?” Haechan lolls his head, and you almost laugh at his appearance. He clearly intends to sleep as hes dressed in pajamas and a neck pillow, with a eye mask in his hands.

“Oh lord, get in the bus Haechan.” You speak, and he obliges, too tired to fight back. 

But as he steps on, he looks back. “Come sit with me Xiaojun.” 

“No thanks.” He replies, narrowing his eyes. “I’m gonna sit with our dear manager.” 

You smile but Haechan shakes his head, getting off the bus momentarily to grab Xiaojun. “Keep your mouth shut.” 

You stare with wide eyes as you watch them, weird. You finally allow yourself to look at Mark, and he’s wearing black Nike sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt with the school’s name on it. Yet you think he looks great, and you almost voice it. 

“You look very.. awake.” You smile, surprised at your save. 

He chuckles. “I’m really excited. Well, nervous but also very excited.” 

“Can’t wait to see you in a real game, you’re gonna kill it.”

His eyes light up, “Thank you-” 

“Alright kids, lets go.” A voice speaks as he slaps his hand on Mark’s shoulder. You hadn't even seen Coach Minho arrive, but he just offers you a nod as he gets onto the vehicle itself. 

You just follow behind, and coach takes his seat in the very front, across from Doyoung. You’re not sure where you’re supposed to sit, so you tap Minho’s shoulder. “Do I sit in the front?”

“You could, Doyoung has an open seat next to him.” He replies, and you look over to a undesirable sight. Doyoung’s furrowed brows as he looks over a playbook, grinding his teeth as he scribbles something down. You can see it going two ways, either he makes you study plays the entire way, or he calls you incompetent again. 

Minho must notice hesitance on your face because he offers you another option. “Or you could always fit a seat among the players.” 

And you nod, looking behind you and struggling to see an unclaimed seat. Oh, well there’s one next to Mark. To Mark?! Could you last a two hour ride next to Mark without fainting or embarrassing yourself? Or worse, exposing your feelings.

“Haechan! Psst,” You speak, careful not to bother the others around him, and shaking his shoulders. He pulls his eye mask down to give you a bored look. 

“How can I help you?” 

“Let me sit there.”

“No way! I’m not getting up.” 

“Please,” You beg, coming up with an explanation. “I want to uh, look at more photos of Xiaojun’s dog!” 

“Just go sit next to Mark.” He says, pulling his mask down as he ignores both you and Xiaojun’s protests. 

Xiaojun just shrugs, “Sorry. I can send you more pictures though!”

You just nod and defeated, you begin your walk towards Mark. You see the light of his phone illuminating his face, and you place your bag on the side. 

“Oh hey, I’m surprised you didn’t sit with Doyoung.” He whispers, pulling up his arm rest so there’s no divide between you two. You almost heat up at the move, why would he do that?! 

“Hm well, I didn’t want to bother him, he seems busy.” 

“Wanna watch this movie with me?” He asks, handing you a headphone before you can even accept his offer. “I moved the arm rest cause it would’ve gotten in the way.” 

“What movie is it?” You inquire, but nonetheless take the headphone. 

“The Truman Show.” 

“Jim Carrey? I love that movie!” 

“No way,” Mark perks up. “Yo, I’ve been trying to get someone to watch it with me but everyone says it looks boring.” 

“Nothing is boring about accepting the reality of the world as it’s presented.” You quote, as Mark’s eyes widen. 

“It’s as simple as that.” He finishes, staring at you. “You can quote it too, that’s so sick.” 

“Thanks, I guess I’ve just seen it so many times.” 

“You’re seriously so cool,” Mark begins, leaning over. “You know that?”

“I’ve been told.” You giggle, and he laughs as well.

He gets quiet as he looks down. “You know, I never got to thank you for like, saving my ass.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, the money is thanks enough.” You state, lips stretched as he agrees. 

“I told you it payed well, even if you have to read until your head spins.” 

“You could say that again.”

“Will you two be quiet?!” A voice groans, and it’s Haechan from three seats away, being shushed by Lee Jeno.

“Will you mind your business? That’s what the headphones are for!” Mark retorts, and the boy sends him glare before digging through his bag for the mentioned headphones, but not before flipping you two off.

Mark turns back to you, “You know, I made an egg this morning.”

“Hopefully not in the microwave.” You comment, and his nose wrinkles at the memory. 

He shakes his head, “No, definitely not.” 

“Then it probably came out really well.” 

“You think so?”

“As long as you didn’t blow anything up..” You say, moving to face him. “Then I’d say it was a success.” 

Mark grins at that, then turns to press play on his phone. The only matter now was, why was his heart beating so hard? 

...

“Bottom of the ninth.” The announcers voice echoes, as his voice fills the baseball field. You’re just about biting your nails as he comes onto the intercom again. “Bases loaded, and the Neo’s are leading, but if the Cyclones hit one out of the park, they’ll take home the win.” 

The score board read ‘Cyclones 7 - Neo’s 8′ And it’s been an amazing game so far. You never thought you’d be this into baseball, but since you have a front row seat in the dugout? You finally understood the hype. 

But now there was a lot on the line, if this batter made a good hit, then your team would be toast. What a great first game. 

The batter is Jung Woo-Young, and you’ve seen his stats. He’s not one to be messed with, and they definitely saved such a killer batter for last. 

But you had your star pitcher on the field! One that could throw an amazingly accurate, yet fast, curve ball. You’d be fine!

And you’re telling this to Lee Jeno, while he nods along to your nervous rambling, but he’s clearly not really listening as you chew the skin on your nails. 

And Wooyoung hits. 

“No no no!” You exclaim, standing from the bench as you feel the boys beside you do the same. Everyone’s eyes darting to the ball in the air, looking far too out of reach. 

You can hear the collective sighs of the team around you, as well as Doyoung’s mutter of disappointment, already dismissing the game in his mind.

Across the field, Mark’s trying his hardest not to shit his pants. But his eyes trickle over to Haechan in the outfield, and as the boy runs, farther and farther. Everyone’s attention on him as they wait.

And Haechan catches the ball.

You swore the entire place erupted in cheers, watching as the boys around you rush out to the field. You smile at the sight until Yangyang grabs your wrist and yanks you along the way, Xiaojun pushing your back as your feet hit the grass.

Even Doyoung’s face is light up as he follows behind you all.

A few seconds later and the announcer proclaims your victory, then suddenly Haechan is tossed into the air, held up by some of the other boys.

“Haechan! Haechan! Haechan!” You join the chanting in unison, waving your hands in the air with the rest. It’s a euphoric moment, filled with only joy. You spot Mark as he cheers, looking genuinely excited from such a win, and you can’t help but smile dumbly.

When the team finally calms down, Coach Minho gives them a great speech. And yes, Doyoung chirps on about how one win doesn’t mean they can slack off now. But you swear you heard him mutter a “Good job.”

You’re ready to walk back towards the locker room, ready to shower after such a long day (Minus the fact that you hadn't even played.) and take a nap. Though when you turn, all you see are expectant faces.

“What?” You blink, wondering what the staring was for.

“C’mon, you have to give a speech!” Haechan shouts out, practically jumping up. Doyoung and Minho give you a nod, like you were expected to as well. What were you even supposed to say?

“Um, good job?” You smile, and their faces remain bored.

“A real speech!” Someone shouts from the team.

“You guys all did great.” You admit, letting your honest thoughts carry you. Every word being genuine. “Even though it was such a close game, but when we thought all hope was gone, you guys pulled through! I know I’ve only been your manager for a  short time, but I see the dedication and heart you all put into the games. Thank you for giving me such a strong team to be apart of! Let’s widen that gap, yeah?”

“Yeah!” They collectively shout back, slapping each others backs in congratulations. Yangyang and Xiaojun even hold each and pretend to cry at your words.

You just roll your eyes as they all walk past you, high fiving some of the other members as they stroll by. Mark stops in front of you though, “We’re meeting in Jeno and Haechan’s room in an hour, don’t let coach spot you. Or worse, Doyoung.” 

You stare back in confusion as he sighs in defeat, he just leans in as he whispers. “The beach, remember?” 

You let out an Oh and nod your head, shooting Mark a thumbs up as confirmation. How could you say no to him?!

“Oh, by the way, I’m sure you already know but you did great out there today.” You smile, heart beating fast in your chest. 

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.” He responds before being dragged away by his teammates. But not before flashing you that famous damn smile. 

...

“The beach?” Yeri screeches over the phone as you updated her on the latest plans. “With tons of hot - Probably shirtless - Baseball boys in the middle of the night?”

“Are you really thirsting over them right now? I’m calling Sincheng.” Chenle, who is also on the FaceTime call, scrunches his nose.

“You know I love my honey bear-” She defends but her pet names are cut off by your groans of annoyance. “Please shut up Yeri.” 

“Whatever, never mind the others, have you made a move on Mark yet?” 

You sigh. “Well we talk.. a little bit more?”

“Oh lord.” Chenle comments.

“That’s a step in the right direction!” Yeri confirms.

“It doesn’t even matter, I’m not even sure I want to make a move. I have no clue what I’m doing.” You rant, face palming.

Chenle snorts. “Oh we know.” 

“Maybe try and get some one-on-one time with him at the beach, that could help?” Yeri suggests, and you nod. 

Though it was shaping up to be harder of a task than you had initially thought. Yes, Haechan caught the winning ball, but Mark was always the MVP. You learned that at these gatherings, even impromptu ones, Mark was the star.

You were debating why you even came out, was it really necessary? Was it worth losing a few hours of sleep to see Mark? Why even ask that?! The answer was definitely yes.

Haechan currently held out a beer from a cooler towards you, attempting to shove it in your grip to which you shake your head. “I don’t drink.”

“What?!” Xiaojun exclaims from a few feet away, spilling some of them liquid he was dousing in his mouth from the keg someone had quickly picked up from the store.

“Also, I don’t want to deal with a massive hangover when we leave tomorrow at six again.” You shrug, to which Haechan narrows his eyes. “Okay, Doyoung.”

You just giggle and gaze into the dark water. Noting how some players are splashing each other, as others violently throw their friends into the water. 

They were all dressed in swimming attire, you sticking out as you wear simple shorts and a t-shirt. In your defense, you had no intentions on coming to the beach before, you had barely even packed a clean shirt in your overnight bag. So you stay away from the water, instead standing by a makeshift bonfire as you laugh to yourself, it wasn’t even cold enough for a fire.

Mark was in the water as well, surrounded by others as they drop him playfully into a face full of the sea water. He laughs and returns the favor, and you have to stop yourself before he catches you staring. God, you were so down bad.

“So Mark, huh?” A voice springs you from your attention on the male. You had barely noticed anyone had even approached you. 

“Uh, I’m sorry?” You ask, confused.

It’s Jeong Jaehyun, smirking as he realizes he’s caught you. “It’s just that..” You stand, still very puzzled as he continues.

He takes a deep breath. “You have about ten other boys with their abs on display to ogle on the beach, and yet you’re drooling over Mark Lee in a dri-fit Nike shirt.” 

You turn away as you avoid eye contact, defending. “I’m not drooling.”

“Yeah, and I don’t have eyes.” He remarks sarcastically as he rolls his eyes. “But, if you’re not into Mark.. does that mean I could have a chance?”

And you’re sweating on the inside because, yes you have a raging crush on Mark Lee who is swimming only a few feet away, but Jeong Jaehyun is currently leaning in as he’s dripping wet from the water. And even worse?

He’s shirtless.

You’re only human, you think as you attempt to curb the heat rising up in your body from the close proximity. You’re actually about to reject him when, “Hey, back up! You know that’s Mark’s girl.” 

The nickname getting lost on you as you look for the source of the voice, but wait, did you just get referred to as Mark’s?

And Yangyang is clumsily stumbling towards you two, making steps in the stand as he positions himself between you guys. Jaehyun leans back, “She said no, she’s free game!” 

Yangyang shoots him as scowl as he points his finger at the latter’s face. “We all know it, don’t act stupid Jaehyun.” 

“What’s going on?” Lee Jeno approaches, wanting to simmer down the weird tension happening.

“Nothing-” You start.

Though you’re interrupted by a seemingly already-drunk Yangyang. “Jaehyun’s trying to hit on Mark’s girl.”

There it was again, the declaration that made you heat up ten times more than what you felt when Jaehyun leaned it. Just the simple words feeding your silly delusions of belonging to Mark Lee.

“Oh, so Jaehyun has a death wish.” Jeno declares, shrugging as he walks back the other way.

“What are you guys talking about?!” You let out, looking towards Yangyang as he seems sure to spill his guts sometime soon. You just hope its information and not his lunch.

You, however, make the mistake of glancing back at the sea. You spot Mark staring back at you, eyes wide as he looks away fast. He undoubtedly heard what was said and definitely thought you were a freak now. 

“I don’t know.” Yangyang slurs. “Mark has some weird alpha claim on you, starts growling when someone gets too close.”

Jaehyun laughs. “Mark doesn’t do that.”

“You’re right, he’s too nice to do that, but I can see it in his eyes! He does that in his brain!” Yangyang speaks, nodding as he tries to convince you. “Everyone knows why he asked you to be manager in the first place!” 

“Well it doesn’t matter, she should still be able to talk to whoever she wants. Right?” Jaehyun asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Actually.. I sorta have a crush on Mark.”

“You what?!” Xiaojun stalks over, Haechan right behind him. Had they both heard that?

“I fucking knew it!” Haechan squeaks, fist pumping into the air.

Xiaojun stands there with his jaw dropped, unnerved. “My money was on Jeno..”

“Is that why you joined the team?”

“No-” You deny but you can tell they’re not going to believe you.

“Liar!” Haechan gasps, “It’s okay to admit it!” 

“No seriously! I felt kinda bad that you guys were like abandoned and I wanted to help!” You explain, trying your very best to lie. It was somewhat the truth, just that Mark had helped sway your decision tremendously. 

“Sure, not buying it.” Xiaojun shrugs, waddling his drunken body back to the log he was sitting on. 

You really hope they’re all too drunk to remember this later, judging by the way they all gather you into a group hug and ruffle your hair while stupidly laughing. 

So much for one on one time with Mark. 

They were not too drunk, you learned after yet another teasing jab was pointed your way by the team. They’d do things like whistle when you and Mark were in close proximity, or very obviously nudge you when Mark was about to pitch. You weren’t sure how the news had spread like wild fire among the team, but it was annoying and you were sure you were going to pass out if they shoved you and Mark together one more time. 

Mark, on the other hand, doesn’t notice at all. In fact, he thinks everything’s proceeding as normal, well except for what Haechan had just said to Yangyang when they thought Mark hadn’t walked in yet. 

It had to be a joke right? They weren’t serious were they? 

Well, now Mark had to find out. He couldn’t just brush that off, and knowing Haechan, he’d be happy to fill Mark in (Not really, he just can’t keep a secret, that’s why the two are best friends).

He catches the male after practice, both of them bidding you goodbye after a particularly rigorous training day. Haechan says something to him as they both enter the parking lot but it’s lost on Mark as he turns to his friend. “Why did you say she liked me?”

Haechan looks perfectly caught off guard, rushing to save face. “Who?”

“Our manager, Haechan. I heard what you said to Yangyang earlier, what’s with that?” Mark scowls, upset Haechan was spreading rumors. 

“Shit! You weren’t supposed to find out!” Haechan exclaims, running his hands through his hair. “You can’t say anything!” 

Mark’s stunned at this, did Haechan really expect him to side with him? “I’m not going to help you be an asshole to her.” 

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re trying to start some rumor about her liking me-”

“Huh? Mark she told us she liked you.”

Mark deadpans, out of all the excuses he’d expected from Haechan, he hadn’t expected that. “What?”

“You thought I was lying?”

Mark looks down at his hands, he was serious?. “A little.”

“You think that low of me?!” Haechan pretends to be offended, but Mark knows better than to let him change the subject. 

“Wait let me get this straight, you know for sure she likes me?”

“Yes.”

Mark shoots him a glare. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Mark throws his hands up, and he can’t understand why Haechan would keep this from him. Some friend he was! 

“It’s not my place!” Haechan complains as he rolls his eyes. “And we swore we wouldn’t say anything!”

“But you know I have the biggest crush on her!” Mark facepalms, groaning before realization dawns on him. “Hold on, did you say we? Other people know she likes me?”

“She was loud about it.” Haechan shrugs. 

Mark smiles to himself a bit. He had to say, the thought of you proudly admitting your crush on him to the others made his heart stupidly swell up a bit. “Why did she trust you guys anyways?”

“She didn’t really, I think she was rejecting Jaehyun and it slipped out.” 

And Mark can’t believe that at all. 

Well firstly, he couldn’t believe you had liked him at all. You liked loser sport fanatic Mark Lee? Yeah right. 

Secondly, you passed up on a chance with Jeong Jaehyun for him? Mark had eyes, and he saw how other girls on campus went insane for the male. But you sidelined him for Mark?

He was losing his mind.

“Mark? Hello  - Earth to Mark?” His best friend pulls him out of thinking.

“What Haechan?” 

“Well now that you know, are you finally going to ask her out?” Haechan crosses his arms, not knowing what to think. He knew Mark was confident in himself for the most part, on and off the field. But for some reason, when it came to you? The poor boy was an entirely different version of himself. 

In other words, Mark was putty in your hands.

“I don’t know man, you know how she is about relationships.” Mark replies, having heard your boyfriend qualms on the late night bus ride back, something about being scared of confessions in general.

“I know,” Haechan responds, teasing his friend. “But she’s crazy about you, and you’re batshit insane about her. I’d say it’s worth a shot.” 

The ball is in his court now, and he’s never been one too well with aim. 

..

“-And then I confessed my feelings about him to the entire team while he was in the ocean.” You finish recounting your nightmare come to life from the other night to your friends. 

Chenle’s eyes grow comically wide as Yeri gapes her mouth open at you, both at a loss for words. Your girl friend just slowly shakes her head, staring in disbelief.

Chenle can feel his left eye twitching. “So.. you can tell everyone else about your feelings.. but not him?!”

You want to bang your head against the table. “...Yes?”

“You rejected Jaehyun?!” Yeri spouts, and Chenle hits her in her arm. “Ouch! Nothing wrong with that, you’re just more whipped for Mark than I thought.” 

“I just really don’t want him to find out.” You put your head in your hands.

“Well he’s coming this way.” Yeri says, and you realize she’s looking directly behind you. It’s a public courtyard, of course Mark could just be passing through right? 

Well maybe not, especially with how he’s directly coming towards you. Oh no.

Relax, it was probably just to speak about something baseball related.

“Hi Chenle, Yeri.” He greets the two as he approaches, while you look at him expectantly. He finally meets your eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey?”

He nervously rocks on the balls of his feet. “Can we talk?”

Talk? Talk about what? Baseball? ..Hopefully.

“Sure.” You squeak, ignoring pointed looks from your best friends as you try your best to not seem like you were shitting your pants. 

“Yeah! Um- Chenle, we have to go feed Daegal right?” Yeri says loudly, shooting you a little wink as she awkwardly drags Chenle away. 

“But I wanted to see-” Chenle protests, Yeri returning a punch into the boys arm, much like he did earlier. And you almost laugh at the sight, of course the boy who started all of this wanted to witness your demise. 

Mark takes a seat on the bench beside you, “I don’t want to throw him under the bus but Haechan told me something yesterday.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, of course Haechan said something! “Oh really?”

“I actually wasn’t supposed to hear but then I confronted him about it. He’s horrible at keeping secrets.” Mark laughs, but he won’t meet your eyes. 

Oh no, here it comes. Your very first rejection. 

You stay silent as Mark goes on. “I’m really flattered and-”

“Oh my God, could you do this anymore staged?” Your eyes widen as Mark looks confused. “What?”

“How many times did you rehearse rejecting me in front of the mirror? Goodness, did Haechan help you practice what you were going to say?” You tease, wanting to keep everything light but Mark wasn’t giving. 

“What do you mean?”

“That’s a text book rejection Mark, saying you’re flattered but you don’t see me that way.” You respond, trying your best to hide your aching heart under a joke. 

“Is that really a thing people say?” And Mark know’s he fucked up.

“Well-”

“I like you too.” Mark lets out, not wanting anything to be caught in confusion. He had heard of way too many instances where confessions went wrong, he had to make it crystal clear. “I’ve liked you since that first day we met.”

“S-since the first day we met?” You repeat, face growing hot. 

“Well, probably since before that. I always thought you were pretty when I would see you in the commons, and then that night when we first met, I learned you were even prettier up close. Actually, it’s your fault we don’t have a microwave.” He chuckles as you sit bewildered. 

“My fault?”

“You were so pretty that I got distracted and forgot about the stupid egg. But you know, I wasn’t too upset about the situation since it got you to talk to me.” Mark admits, looking to face you. 

He continues. “I was actually scared I’d never get to talk to you again, so when I saw you with Chenle, I started asking him about you a lot. Then he dropped the ball about you having taken stats for a team before, and I knew I had to ask you.” 

“And you asked me to be your manager because you had a crush on me?” You smile, scooting closer to him. 

“And you said yes because you had a crush on me?” He teases, cocking his head to the side. 

“Touche.” You cross your arms. “So are you going to ask me on a date or not?”

“Oh shit- Of course.” He clears his throat as he beats himself up mentally for not already asking. “So-”

“Yes Mark, I’d love to finally get to go on a date with the boy I’ve been embarrassingly crushing on for way too long.” You smirk. “As long as you swear to protect me from your fangirls.” 

“You have my word.” 

“Does this mean I can’t be your manager anymore?”

“Just don’t pull a Jungwoo on us, not sure anything else matters.” 

“Not like you can be picky right now anyways!” 

“What-”

“My jersey!” Mark speaks, holding up the garment to your face as you stand there awkwardly. 

“Babe,” You begin but your sweet boyfriend is too excited to hear anything about it, not even paying attention to the looks the rest of the team are giving him.

“You can wear it to every game now and cheer me on! And we’ll be like the campus sports couple and everyone-” He says enthusiastically before you cut him off. 

“Mark, I can’t wear that.” You say, watching his smile fall. 

“Why?” He frowns.

“I have a uniform.” 

“Right.” Mark nods as he slowly lowers his jersey. He had been so excited about having you don his number that he didn’t even think about how you literally wear a manager required uniform to all of the games. “But then how will number fifteen on the other team know you’re mine?” 

“Number fifteen?” You ask, quizzically. 

“Yeah! The one who always stares at you!”

“Does he? I didn’t even notice.” You state truthfully, but it was a little silly to see Mark get all jealous. Could you blame him? He had ran around in heart shaped circles around you for too long to let number fifteen think he had a chance.

Mark groans. “Are you serious?”

“Sorry, but I only watch you on the field.” You smile and Mark is about to lean in for a kiss. 

Too bad Haechan interrupts, ruining the moment. “Bullshit! You take stats, you watch all of us on the field.” 

Mark pulls back, and gives you a look telling you to deny it. 

“He’s right.” 

“Baby-” He whines.

“It’s my job Mark!” 

In embarrassment, he buries his face into your shoulder and you giggle a little. You weren’t sure of what you had been so afraid of before. Mark made you feel safe, made you feel loved. Even so that your fear of navigating a relationship was taking over by your adoration for him. Loving was a little easier with someone like Mark around. 

“What did I say?! Strictly no P.D.A. on the field!” Doyoung’s voice echoes throughout the field. 

“God, we need to get him a girlfriend.” Mark mutters as you watch Coach Minho tell Doyoung to loosen up. 

“We have playoffs to win!” Doyoung states to the older male. 

“Happy players mean good results on the field!” Coach responds, as Doyoung gives him a look like he grew three heads. “That’s not statistically proven!” 

“Come on Markie, we have playoffs to win.”

“Yeah, and we have number fifteen to jump.” 

“I promise I have no idea who that is.” 

“If you did then I’d be way more upset.” 

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mark the type of boyfriend to snatch whatever jar you have in your hand and be like,

"i got it babe." and struggle at opening it for minutes

only for you to snatch it back with a deadpan expression on your face and open it while still maintaining eye contact.

"yo dude, how'd you do that-?"

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[1nyourdr34ms]

your favourite dude

pairing: jealous bf mark x fem!reader

synopsis: You took care of your best friend Jaehyun and made your lovely boyfriend Mark jealous.

In the warm, lively atmosphere of the university café, surrounded by the gentle murmur of other students and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, Mark and you sat opposite each other at a small, round table. A deep, meaningful silence enveloped you, soaked with unspoken words and suppressed feelings. Your gazes met sporadically, each look a whirlwind of emotions, hanging in the air and remaining intangible. Mark continuously bobbed his legs.

You had argued last night while messaging, when Mark found out that you had cooked for Jaehyun, your best friend, and brought the food to his house. Jaehyun has been very busy lately, so he can't cook for himself, and you came up with the idea to prepare a meal for him as a good friend.

The thought of you taking care of another man drove him crazy. Especially because he knew how good-looking Jaehyun was and how possible it was that you could fall for him at any time. It's not that he didn't believe in friendships between women and men or that he does not trust you. It was just that it was Jaehyun, who is your best friend.

Amidst the café's silence, Mark struggled with his internal conflict, seeking the balance between jealousy and love for you. You were familiar with Mark's insecurities towards Jaehyun - or other men - you remained patient, although internally you fought against the injustice of his distrust.

You leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with impatience and frustration, and broke the silence with sharp words. "Mark, baby, are you just going to stare at me all day or what?" Your tone was sharp, but the slight smile on your lips softened your words.

Mark fixed his gaze on you and let out a deep sigh. "Oh, I apologize," he began with a tone of regret and sarcasm in his voice. "I just thought I could see through you and find out what makes you fucking cook for another man who is not your boyfriend."

You lean back, breathing heavily, and run both hands through your hair, a sign of your growing frustration. "Are you still on this topic? Dude… seriously?" you exclaim. Mark's expression hardens instantly as you call him "Dude." He leans back, fixing you with an intense, almost piercing look. "What the hell… You know I don't like it when you call me 'Dude.'"

You return his gaze in disbelief. "You're always calling me 'Dude,'" you retort in a cold tone. Mark's expression softens slightly. "That's different. That's my way. You know that."

You sigh deeply again and cross your arms in front of your chest. "So?", you ask, obviously not in the mood to respond positively.

"What do you mean 'so?'", Mark replies in shock. "Dude, I know exactly that you never call Jaehyun like that. What was it again? 'Jaehyun, sweetie, how are you? Did you eat well? Should I cook something for you?'" Mark imitates your voice, his sarcasm clearly audible.

You, completely taken aback by Mark's imitation, shake your head in disbelief. "I have never, really never, talked to Jaehyun like that," you reply emphatically, your eyes sparkling with indignation at the exaggerated portrayal of your interaction with Jaehyun.

Mark, determined to defend his point of view, leans forward, his eyes sparkling like fire. "Really? It seems to me that you become a completely different person in his presence. A bit too caring, aren't you?" he sharpens. His words sound sharp and accusatory.

You breathe deeply, visibly frustrated. "How many times do I have to tell you that Jaehyun is an important friend to me? He needed my help, and I was there for him. It's not like I slept with him."

Mark clenched his jaw, pressing his teeth together, visibly upset. "Hell, of course, you didn't. Watch your language," he hisses.

"Babe, what's the problem? I cook more for you than for him. It was just a one-time thing that I did for Jaehyun after so many years. Can we please end this topic now?" you ask, hoping to end the argument.

Mark takes a deep breath, his eyes still firmly on you, his posture tense – a clear sign that he is not yet ready to give in. "The problem, y/n, is not the cooking itself," he explains. "It's the way you did it. The time you invest, the attention you give him. I understand that he is an important friend to you, but sometimes… sometimes it feels like I'm the one who is being neglected, man."

His voice sounds less sarcastic but still filled with frustration and insecurity. "I know it sounds silly, but… it's these little things that make me insecure. I see how you treat him, and wonder why you don't show me the same care and attention. It's not about cooking… It's about feeling like I'm your second choice sometimes."

Mark looks away, as if he couldn't look you directly in the eyes while revealing his deepest feelings. "Jesus, I don't want to be the guy who is always jealous or tells you what to do. But I can't just turn off my feelings either. It drives me crazy to see you taking care of another man who isn't me. I wish you would devote all your attention to me."

So that's what it was all about the whole time. How can he think he doesn't have your full attention? If only he knew how often you think of him day and night… You roll your eyes playfully and smile. "You're such a baby, you know that?"

Mark relaxes slightly and lowers his head. "A baby… yeah, maybe I'm a baby for you, y/n. But can't you just be my baby too?"

You observe him for a moment, your eyes reflecting a mix of affection and thoughtfulness. Sometimes you wonder how you managed to have such a man in your life who can put you on an emotional roller coaster. Sometimes he's as sweet as sugar, and sometimes as hot as fire.

You take Mark's hand and hold it firmly. "Markie, I belong to you, and I always have. Jaehyun is a good friend, but that's all he is – a friend. You are the one I love, with whom I want to spend my time. You are my boyfriend, my lover, my baby, and my favorite dude."

Mark grins at that. "So, um… I'm your favorite person?"

"Of course, you are. You're everything I need. I don't want you to feel like my second choice. You've always been my first choice, babe. But I can't stop being a good friend to Jaehyun just because you're insecure."

Mark looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before a mischievous smile plays around his lips. "I'm still thinking about how you called me your favorite person." You giggle. "That's right. You're the best dude."

Mark rolls his tongue. "Babe. Please. Anything… say, um… I'm the best, manliest, hottest boyfriend. Anything, but dude." You roll your eyes playfully. "You're the biggest baby, that's for sure." Mark squeezes your hands tighter and pulls to him. "I still feel like I need to try harder so you don't forget who you belong to when you're with Jaehyun."

You laugh softly. "Baby, you don't have to worry about trying harder. You've already conquered me, and quite thoroughly. And as for the manliest, hottest, and best – you win in all categories. But the biggest baby? Maybe you have competition there," you add jokingly.

Mark struggles not to roll his eyes, knowing that Jaehyun is again meant by that. "Well, I'll try to be even better in each of these categories. Even in being a baby, if necessary," he replies with a mischievous smile. "But I will especially focus on being the best and only man in your life. I will make sure you have no reason to turn your attention away from me."

You smile broadly, your eyes sparkling with pleasure at Mark's charming words. "The only thing you need to get better at is realizing how irresistible you already are." Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, as you look deeply into his eyes. It's almost as if you had forgotten that you were in the university café.

Mark, visibly pleased by your words, closes the short distance between you and whispers back: "And you have to stop making me so crazy about you." He kisses you gently, his hand sliding along your cheek as he speaks. "I'll make sure you never doubt for a moment that I'm the only choice for you."

You laugh softly and pull back a little to look into his eyes. You give him a warning look. "Shh, Markie… not in front of all these people," you whisper jokingly.

Mark raises an eyebrow, and his smile widens as he notices your warning look. "Oh, y/n, you know I can barely hold back when you're this close." His voice is soft and full of promises. "But don't worry, I'll restrain myself… at least until we're alone. Then, you'll see that I'm not just your 'baby.'"

You smile shyly until your phone rings. You look at the display and see Jaehyun's name. Mark sighs loudly. "Please don't answer," he whines, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

You put your phone back in your pocket. "What was that about being a 'baby' again?" you ask teasingly. Mark lifts his head from your shoulder and looks at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Okay, okay, I admit, sometimes I'm a bit overprotective. But dude, I can't deny that it drives me a little crazy when this guy calls exactly now, while we're having a beautiful moment."

His voice is playful, but also a bit vulnerable. You look at him warningly because of the way he talks about Jaehyun. "Language," you warn. Mark nods and laughs softly in response to your warning tone. "Dang, sorry, you're right. I shouldn't talk like that." He looks at you with a reconciling expression. "I promise I'll try to be cooler about Jaehyun. But it's not easy, you know? You're just too stunning for me, and I don't want to share you."

You can't help but giggle and gently place your hand on Mark's cheek. "You're so cute when you're jealous. Don't worry baby, I only have eyes for you." You lean in and give him a gentle kiss on his lips. "And I promise you.. for the rest of the day.. I'll show you that I belong to you.. fully and completely."

Mark gently returns the kiss and smiles contentedly. "That's all I wanted to hear, y/n. Sorry that I've been a bit jealous lately."

You tilt your head slightly to the side, your eyes full of playful glee directed at Mark. "Just a tiny bit? You're so adorable, Markie," you say with a mischievous smile. Gently, you press your lips to his. Mark returns the kiss with heartfelt intensity, his gaze deep in your eyes. "You know exactly how to make me melt," he whispers lovingly, while gently leaning his forehead against yours.

You smile gently, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the calming heartbeat under your fingers. Mark looks at you lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness. "Would you kiss me again?" he breathes. You don't need a second question from him and pull him closer to you. You gently hold his face in your right hand and softly stroke over his jaw. Your lips meet in a tender kiss, embodying deep passion and intimate affection.

Mark deepens the kiss, his hands gently resting on your back. "If we keep going like this, I'll have a problem," he murmurs between kisses. You laugh softly. "That's not a problem I couldn't solve," you reply teasingly confident, while your hand gently strokes over his chest. Mark looks deeply into your eyes, his gaze full of affection and desire. "I could look at you like this forever," he whispers tenderly. His hand lovingly strokes over your face, while his thumb gently glides over your lips.

You smirk mischievously. "What am I going to do with you, Markie?" Mark smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with playfulness. "Well, I have a few ideas, but I'm also open to your suggestions," he replies with a hint of challenge in his voice.

Slowly, you pull away from him. "Anyway, whatever it is, it will have to wait, I still have a seminar."

Mark's expression changes from playful to slightly disappointed, but he tries to stay casual. "Dude, a seminar… now? Really, babe? You know how to keep a man in suspense," he says with a wry smile.

You giggle, slowly reaching for your bag. "Just because I have to go now doesn't mean I'll stop thinking about you," you say with slightly pink cheeks. "Will you think about me, Markie?" you whisper, and before Mark can answer, you pull him into another short, but passionate kiss that confuses his senses. Mark, with a playful glint in his eyes, answers your question. "Think about you? Fuck, y/n, I couldn't stop thinking about you even if I wanted to." His voice is soft and playful, underscored by a warm smile. "I must admit, it's hard for me to let you go now, beautiful."

You are now just as sensually disordered as he is -especially by the way how hot he sounded just now, but you try not to show it, even if your pink cheeks, pounding heart and smeared lipstick say that you'd be more than glad to be laid by him.

Before you turn to your boyfriend, already halfway up, you throw him a mischievous look. "I know, it's hard, Markie. But don't forget, imagination is often the greatest joy."

Mark looks at you with a loving and admiring gaze. "I love you, y/n," he blurts out suddenly. At that moment, your heart warms as you hear his words. Mark and his sudden, unexpected confessions. Your gaze softens, your eyes light up, and a warm smile plays on your lips. "I love you too, Markie, with my whole self." Mark proudly returns your smile.

"But the seminar won't wait, and I don't want to be late. Think about the imagination."

Mark leans back relaxed in his chair and closes his eyes in delight. "Then I guess I'll spend all day thinking about you and imagining how you suck my di-" Before he could finish, he is abruptly interrupted by you, playfully covering his words with your hand. "Psst, Mark," you whisper with widened eyes. "Keep those thoughts to yourself." Mark can't help but grin, obviously amused by your charming admonition. "Don't worry, darling, I'll keep my thoughts to myself, very quietly, just for me."

You swing your bag over your shoulder and shake your head, your cheeks now visibly red and a smile on your lips. "You're really unbelievable." You give him one last look, full of love and playfulness. You stroke his cheek one last time. "Tell me more about your thoughts later," you say with a meaningful grin, before you finally stand up and leave the room.

Mark is left alone in the café, his gaze fixed on the door through which you just disappeared. "She really drives me crazy," he mutters to himself, a smile on his lips, as he thinks about your last words.

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[ghostofhyuck]

Taguan ng Anak series 1

CEO! Mark x former secretary! Reader

Summary: Years after you resigned as his secretary, Mark bumps into you once again, not knowing that something bloomed from your secret office love affair.

cw: mentions of pregnancy.

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It’s seldom for Mark to make time for himself.

Well to start, Mark excused himself that he’s in the mall to buy a gift, which is a surprising excuse for a CEO who’s such a workaholic. But in his defense, he wanted to buy a gift for his parent’s wedding anniversary and Mark wanted to make sure that he’ll be the one who’ll pick the gift personally.

That is why he’s in a well-known mall, wearing his casual clothes on a Saturday afternoon. The mall was pretty crowded given that it was a Saturday. Mark has been walking around thinking what to buy for his parents. It’s not like they’re hard to give presents, but Mark wanted to give them something special.

His feet dragged him to the mall’s department store, heading to the accessories section. Maybe his parents would like new sets of watches — that’s a bit common, Mark thinks. He had bought them watches many times. Mark ponders about it as he walks around the selections.

He didn’t notice that he’s in the jewellery section when a saleslady called his attention, offering him promos for a certain brand.

“You can be engraved in the ring! Are you going to buy it for someone special?” the saleslady asked.

As he stared at the display, Mark thought that it’ll be nice to buy his parents a new set of wedding rings, maybe they can even renew their vows. Thinking that it was a bright idea, Mark immediately asked for help from the saleslady who happily offered assistance for him.

Watching the jeweller engraved on his parent’s wedding anniversary date on the right, Mark couldn’t help but ponder at the thought of getting married. Seeing how happy his parents are and how their love created a strong and loving family, Mark wonders when it will be his turn.

But perhaps he’s passed his prime, all he can think about right now is the paperworks he left to his staff just because he decided to have a day-off.

“Thank you,” Mark mumbles as he grabs the paperbag from the saleslady. The paperbag felt light but Mark couldn’t help but feel lightened as he swayed the paperbag, excited for his parent’s reaction to his gift.

But just as he was about to walk away, a small figure bumped into him. It didn’t bother him a bit but the kid fell on the floor.

“Careful there!” he shouts. Helping the kid stand up. Mark then kneels down to check if the kid got any scratches but it seems like she wasn’t hurt at all.

“Sorry mister,” the kid apologises.

Mark looked at her and for a second, he felt something weird. The little girl looks eerily familiar that he can’t pinpoint it. For a minute, Mark thinks that he’s just seeing things so he gives her a smile, “it’s no worries, don’t run around okay? It’s dangerous.”

Looking left and right, it seems like the kid ran off from her parents. He stands up and offers his hand to the kid who immediately accepts it.

“What’s your name by the way? And where are your parents —”

“Minah!”

Mark wasn’t able to process everything when he heard a familiar voice and as he turned around, a familiar face welcomed him.

“It’s you,” Mark mumbled.

You stopped on your tracks, frozen to see your daughter with your former boss. You immediately bowed as an apology and snatched your daughter away from him.

“I’m really really sorry sir! I hope she didn’t disturb you,” you quickly said.

“Oh it’s nothing, and please, can we drop the sir? You’re no longer my secretary too,” he calmly said.

You only nod and as you felt that your daughter is now right beside you, you tried to walk away from the scene when Mark held your arms.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you,” Mark said quietly, as if he was trying to collect his words. “Can we talk?”

“What?” you asked.

His eyes landed on the child beside you, then as he looked at you, he gave you a meaningful smile. “I just wanna know how you have been.”

You thought that you could endure it. You thought that you could run away from everything — even from Minah’s father. From the very start, you always knew that it was forbidden. You were his secretary and he’s the head of the company. Everything was hidden, behind closed doors, and only hushed words that can be exchanged with you two alone together.

And damn it. It was Mark Lee. Mark Lee who’s loved by everyone, praised by his skills and nice personality. Mark Lee who Korea considers as one of their hottest bachelors. He was everything and then, there’s just you. His competent secretary who has to survive living in this world. Yet, you were willing to enter this kind of relationship. You were a fool to think that your romance with Mark will turn out right like the movies.

“So, how have you been?”

But it wasn’t. One day, you just woke up with an unexplained morning sickness and a trip to the hospital made you realise that your daydreams may not only ruin yours but also Mark’s future.

“I’m doing great, I found a better job with a better salary, I moved to a bigger apartment, and Kiwi’s still alive, still a grumpy cat you know?” you smiled, trying to brush off any topic that may land on the child next to you.

“I see,” Mark bitterly said. Grabbing the cup of coffee on his table. “So, who’s the little girl beside you?”

Your smile faded. You glanced at your daughter who innocently stared at you and your eyes wandered to the man in front of you.

“You know that there’s a possibility right?” Mark taunted, and you could only look at him with a guilty look. He still can read you after all.

“There’s no possibility Mark,” you told him. “She’s yours…I never entered a relationship after I gave birth.”

A beat of silence swallowed you too. You could only lower your head in shame.

“So why hide her from me? You think that I won’t take responsibility?” Mark’s tone turned full of anger and disappointment.

“No! It’s not like that, I just…I don’t want this to get into your way.”

You saw how Mark’s forehead creased, “what are you talking about?”

“Mark, we were young okay!? You have a long way to go as the head of the company, I don’t want a kid to get in your way.”

“And what, let you raise her without knowing her father?”

“You think it was an easy choice for me!?” you saw how surprised he was when you raised your tone. “You were my boss, you’re a CEO and I’m what!? I’m just your secretary Mark!”

“Don’t say that,” Mark calmly said, trying to reach out for you. “You know what we had was real.”

“Of course it was, but we’re just too different,” you mumbled.

Mark didn’t say a word. You could only lower your head out of guilt. It didn’t occur to you that Minah was trying to reach for your hand. Her small hands brushing to your arms making you look at her.

“Mama, are you crying?”

“What?” and before you could even touch your face, Mark already has wiped your tears away.

“You don’t know how much I was devastated when you left the company,” Mark confesses, gently wiping your tears away.

“It’s all my fault, I let our relationship be a secret, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No Mark, it was okay for me.”

“I know, but it was better that I fought for you. Years of not seeing each other…I don’t even know what you’ve been through when you’re raising our child alone.”

You could only smile bitterly, “it’s okay Mark, I’m over it.”

“Maybe, you’ve always been brave and I’m…I’m just me. I’m sorry for everything and I just want to make it up for the years I wasn’t there,” he holds onto your hand even tighter. “Can we start all over again? I want to be there for both of you.”

His eyes were pleading, desperate to meet yours. Mark was begging to be part of your life again and although there were things that you two haven’t talked about, you couldn’t help but glance at your daughter who cluelessly watched the scene unfold.

Remembering her drawing in her daycare where she draws a complete family, maybe it was time for you to grant her wish.

And as you glance back at Mark, you could only give him a smile as you muttered, “yes.”

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[alicanta77]

Mark sat off the edge of the bed, leaning back in between your legs as you ran your fingers through his golden locks.

“I think this may be one of my favourite looks on you.” You murmur.

Mark simply hummed in response, the comforting feeling of your fingers through his hair lulling him into a sleep. Although he hadn’t been as sure of his hair when it first got changed, he couldn’t deny that your reaction had made him want to never change it.

You pulled lightly at certain strands, twisting them into styles and holding them in places that vaguely resembled a barbie hairstyle.

Mark’s head lulled, almost falling down as he woke himself up from the sudden drop of his head.

“Talk to me?” He asked, and you leant down and placed a kiss on the back of his head in response.

This had become a common occurrence for the two of you. Mark was so constantly busy that he found it difficult to fall asleep when it was completely silent. Your voice was also calming for him to listen to so he often asked for you to tell random stories when he was trying to sleep.

“Any story in particular?” You asked.

“Something mythical...” He responded, his voice dozing off at the end.

You thought for a second before beginning your favourite greek myth. “There was once a man named Orpheus, who was a very talented musician who played the lyre that was given to him by Apollo. His wife Eurydice was out in the forest with nymphs one day...” And you continued your story.

While talking you were still separating pieces of hair and folding them over themselves and bringing more hair in each time. You gently continued the plait down his hair, before beginning on the next one. As you finished what you were doing, your story came an end, and you knew Mark well enough to tell he had fallen asleep. You also knew that at some point you would have to wake him up to bring him into bed. But for now, you were both happy with how you were. You sat on the bed with Mark in between your legs, his head resting on your right thigh.

You gently stroked his face, watching as he smiled subconsciously at your touch.

God you loved him.

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[osakaprince]

synopsis: an attempt to reconnect with someone you did wrong won’t always go how you want it to

pairing: ex!mark x reader

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort

warning: reader is wine drunk, strong language, argumentation, possible toxicity

word count: 1.3k

“please don’t make it harder than it already is. i’m trying to get over this.”

mark should have been asleep already. he should have just ignored the knock on his door and then he wouldn’t be in this situation. the hardwood floor was cold against his feet and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into the warmth of his own bed but you were there.

you stood at his front door, clearly intoxicated after going out with friends, and waited — hoped — for him to answer. so the two of you found yourselves awkwardly lingering in the kitchen. mark kept his distance from you, knowing this would be a huge setback in his healing. he didn’t want to see you but something told him to let you inside and he accepted.

“i’m sorry for coming over at this hour.” you apologized, looking at anything other than him. “i just.. i didn’t want-”

mark leaned against the refrigerator, “-you knew what you were doing, y/n.”

for the first time since the front door, you drew your eyes to meet his. he looked miserable. not a ‘i haven’t been eating or sleeping since you broke my heart’ miserable, but a ‘you’ve single-handedly ruined all progress i’ve made in four months’ miserable. the guilt began to eat you up inside.

“you knew that coming here would hurt me more than it would ever hurt you.”

your mouth hung open as you searched for the right words but nothing came of it. mark nodded as he confirmed his assumption. he wanted to be more angry than he actually was; wanted to scream and throw things around until he got his point across, but he wasn’t like that. he never had been.

“mark.”

a pitiful smile appeared on his face, “please don’t do this to me.”

you stepped forward, a hand reaching to grasp his arm, but he pulled away. the tears were starting to form in both your eyes yet mark was clearly more hurt. you knew what you did to him was beyond repairable and he was sure to let that sink in.

the high tension and emotions seemed to have broke you. sinking to the floor, with your head in your hands, you let out a sob. the wine you had previously overindulged in started to take over. all of the thoughts you had collected on the way to mark’s apartment suddenly disappeared and it frustrated you.

“why are you being like this? i’m trying to make things right.” you wailed.

mark just watched you, moving from the fridge to the edge of the counter with his arms crossed. he wouldn’t lie, it did still pain him to see you in such a state. part of him wanted so badly to hold you while you cried but he needed to protect himself. he refused to allow you to hurt him all over again.

“y/n, stop.” he whispered, hardly audible compared to your cries.

you pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them, as you looked up at the boy, “i really am sorry, mark. i know it’s too late for that to matter but..”

the tears appeared again, halting your explanations.

“had i heard that four months ago, it might have helped. hell, knowing how much i loved you, i probably would’ve just taken you back. but then you come here, drunk, after completely ghosting me and leaving me to suffer, and expect me to give in? i can’t..” he shakes his head. “and i won’t.”

the silence was heavy in the room. you could only stare at him, unable to get a single word out at his confession. he was right. you disappeared without too much of an explanation, ignoring his pleading texts for the first month and a half. they stopped after that.

he was trying to move on.

and maybe that’s why your utter selfishness lead you to his place a little past midnight. as terrible as it sounded, it hurt to know that he was becoming happy again without you. even after what you put him through. you were beyond selfish.

“i feel awful about what i did,” you wiped your cheeks. “but i felt it was the only way. you need to understand that i was struggling too. it wasn’t just-”

he looked at you in pure disbelief, “-you’re doing it again.”

“what?”

“playing the victim.”

mark took a step back and rubbed both hands across his face, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on. too much was happening at once and he felt as though his entire world was closing in on him for the second time. the anger built back up.

at last, you rose to your feet and sighed, “you know that’s not what i was trying to do.”

“just like i was supposed to know exactly what you were thinking when you vanished?” he raised his eyebrows. “then you show up after i’ve healed myself? after i spent countless nights crying myself to sleep on the floor? after i gave up everything i love because i physically couldn’t stand the thought of living another day?”

he let out a harsh chuckle, “you are the most despicable person i have ever met,” and looked you dead in the eyes. “and i mean that.”

your heart shattered with every word he spat out. he truly despised you. hatred seethed from every inch of his body and it was very evident. you did this to him. you turned him into somebody he never wanted to become when angry.

mark began pacing the floor, hands tugging at his hair, “get out.”

you didn’t move.

“get the fuck out!” he yelled, louder than he’d ever yelled before. “go! leave!”

now he was the one to fall to the ground, head between his knees to calm himself down. his breathes came out as gasps for air. you absolutely should have just left like he said, but something within you guided you to his side in mere seconds. the only touch he felt was your shoulder against his.

his sobs were muffled, “why? why would you hurt the one person who loved you more than anyone else?”

you didn’t give an answer. just silence.

“i gave all i had and you made me feel like it wasn’t enough. like i wasn’t enough.”

he needed to get it all out so you let him.

“part of me feels like i’ll never be able to trust someone again. i’m terrified of going through the same thing you did to me, with another person. i shouldn’t have to feel that way. i did nothing wrong.”

when he lifted his head to face you, he wished he hadn’t. you looked completely emotionless, like all those tears you cried previously were simply for show and now that he was the one upset, it no longer benefited you. his hands started to shake.

“you’re gonna piss me off again, y/n.” he whispered, defeated beyond measures.

you pursed your lips, “i want you to tell me what you’re thinking. every last thought you’ve had in the past four months. i’m not sitting here to interrupt and give my side anymore. so talk.”

mark shook his head and stood up, moving further away from where you sat. he paused for a short moment before disappearing down the hallway. you remained seated, unsure of whether or not you were supposed to follow. he returned a minute later, arms cradling a cardboard box. he set it on the counter.

“here’s your stuff.” his voice was ice cold. “i’m done talking.”

“come on, mark. we were making progress here.”

he laughed almost maniacally, “no, i was making progress. you clearly haven’t change a damn bit. i’m done going around in circles with you. here’s your shit. get out.”

you sighed and pondered on what else you could do to convince him. he seemed to be set in his ways and if there was one thing you knew about mark, it was that he stuck to his decision once it was made. so, with nothing left to say, you trekked towards the door.

mark was sure to grab the box you “forgot” and followed behind, “i don’t care what you do with it, but this isn’t staying here any longer.”

you turned around after stepping outside, “you really think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

“oh, i know i’m better than you. in every single way.” he leaned in closer, eyes narrowing in on you. “if i can go the rest of my life without seeing you ever again.. i’ll die happy.”

your jaw clenched, “you don’t mean that.”

“i don’t say shit that i don’t mean unlike you.”

with that, the door slammed shut and now you were the one left alone.

—

© osakaprince

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[stayshineee]

Forget Me Not

pairing: bf!mark x f!reader

genre: angst

words: 680

a/n: hey guys! i was feeling a little angsty so here's a oneshot after a long break :)

What do people hear when they die? Is it the waves crashing on the shore? Or is it bells chiming in the wind? Or do they hear nothing at all?

The first thing I remember hearing is a voice singing. I'm not sure what song it is but I can feel an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if I'm being wrapped in a warm hug. Home. The voice feels like home.

Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. I look around and all I see is white. I blindly attempt to move forward but no matter how fast or long I run, I don't budge from where I am.

Suddenly, the scene changes and I hear the voice again. Only this time, he's standing in front of me and calling out a name.

"Y/N! Y/N! haha come on stop that tickles hahaha! Y/N! "

Y/N? Who's Y/N? Why does my heart feel heavy hearing that name?

I'm sure he's still laughing, I can hear the mirth in his voice but I still can't see his face. I rub my eyes, yet when I open them he's still faceless as before but now I can see him walking on the beach, dancing in the rain, and nodding his head to the music from his headphones. It's strange.

The more the images, the more I feel like an intruder. As if I'm a stranger watching the highlights of someone else's life on repeat. And yet the sound of his laughter continues, as though he's telling me it's okay to watch.

All of a sudden, there's a loud crash and everything stops.

Silence.

And then I hear the screaming and crying. The sounds of despair cut through the silence and sends chills down my spine. My stomach churns and my ears ring. Then I hear the voice again. Only this time, it isn't laughing.

It's crying.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Nurse! Doctor! Somebody get the doctor! She's waking up!"

I slowly open my eyes but quickly shut them again. Why is everything so bright? Slowly, I blink my eyes open and look up to see shadows hovering around me.

"Ms. L/N ! Y/N L/N, can you hear me?"

I slowly look up to see a man in a white coat looking at me. He lets out a relieved sigh, as if he's happy to see me. He tells me that I am in the hospital because I was in an accident and have been in a coma for a 3 months.

3 months? I've been asleep for that long? My chest tightens as I register the gravity of the situation and I feel the tears pricking at my eyes. However, before I can succumb to the turmoil stirring within me, two arms wrap around me.

"Y/N I 'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared that you wouldn't wake up. I missed you so much."

The voice is shaky, as though he can't believe I'm here sitting in front of him. He hugs me tight, like he's scared that if he lets go I'll disappear.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls back and I finally get a look at him. His hair is as blue as the ocean. He's gazing at me so softly, and he's smiling, as though I handpicked the stars and put them in the sky. When I peek closer, I can see the unshed tears shining in his eyes.

I can feel his hands on mine, firm and soft. Gently stroking them, as though I'm the most precious person in the universe. Carefully, I pull my hands out from his.

He freezes and shoots me a worried glance.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Is something hurting?"

I look at the boy in front of me and see a complete stranger. With no recognition in my voice, I whisper.

"Who are you?"

Silence. I gaze around the room and see everyone staring back at me with shock. Then a boy with soft brown hair and pink highlights comes forward.

"Y/N, that's Mark, your boyfriend. You've been dating for 4 years."

xoxo

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[watermelonxes]

「2:19am」

Going through your old chats, you come across some old voice messages you and ex-onlinebff!Mark used to send each other.

"It's my dream to one day meet you in person"

"Being able to have conversations face to face, make jokes and laugh"

"You have to promise me you'll visit Korea one day, okay?"

You chuckle slightly as you stare at the screen reading sent 3 years ago.

What made you sad was not the fact that you guys drifted away, but the fact that Mark was the one who left you first. While you tried to make plans and offered the first text, I'm busy or maybe next time, became frequent and before you knew it replies eventually stopped coming from his end.

Now you're just staring at his contact number, wondering if you send a message would he reply, or if he had kept his number still.

While you resented him for leaving you, it was a friendship you cherished dearly, and if you were to go back and do it again, you wouldn't think twice.

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[heartj4yn0]

let's go for a walk.

Inspired by an instagram edit i randomly found while scrolling and thought it was cute! It made me feel safe. It made me feel like i was home (mark) and it made me feel like i was him <3 #delusionalczennie haha

You've been reminding Mark to toss the piled rubbish out, but because he's a careless person, of course, he forgot until today. The front door made a beeping sound when he did so. His shadow suddenly appeared over you as you were preoccupied with the television. halting your performance to take notice of his shadow. 

He asked you, "Babe, should we go for a walk?" with excitement. You only responded by humming. He repeated, "Do you want to go for a walk?" Knowing full well that you were preoccupied with who knows what. 

It was a cold wintery day, so you knew you needed to put on those clunky boots and your long padded jacket; you're usually cold. Mark zips up your unzipped jacket, giving you the appearance of a penguin. 

"You ready, babe?" he asks, taking your hand in his and making sure to turn off all lights except the fairy lights so it's not too dark when you guys get home. As soon as you entered the lobby, he informed you that it would be freezing outside. 

You said, leaping up and down, squeezing his gloveless hand, "Dude, it's so cold!" You didn't realize how cold it would be outside because you worked from home today and drank hot chocolate with marshmallows by the fireplace you both finally put together (actually, none of us did, the fireplace people put it together, we don't have the skills, sorry).

"Oiiiiii, it's cold babeeeeeee!!!" and Mark's never-ending "it's cold" and yet you're both still cold, refusing to go back home and warm up with hot chocolate and a hot pack.  

"Wowowow," the cheetah-like man said as you twirled about, attempting to raise your body temperature. As a result of the cold, he made some strange noises. I mean, he requested a walk. During the winter. That's exactly what you get. 

 When the wind blows, Mark immediately zips up his jacket and doesn't want the cold wind to penetrate under his light jacket. He props the camera on selfie mode, trying to take pictures of both of you when the wind ends up making an appearance aka your hair flying to places which wasn't the aesthetic you were going for but we get the gist. you've taken a mental note to print them and frame them as memoirs of the cold weather.

“It’s cold, it’s so cold~~~” he was vlogging and twirling around at the same time, it was your tradition vlogging these little moments then compiling them to be posted to your private youtube channel where your family members and friends could enjoy your chaotic yet calm daily lives. (the camera shaked more than your booty// bye im sorry)

After an hour in the cold, you decided it was time to go home because baby cheetah (mark) was tired and sleepy and hungry. You chuckled looking at his tired expression but you were glad he asked you out. No matter how cold it was, you’re always warm with him <3 

—ahhhh i'm back!!!!!!!!!! the fact that i have so many unfinished drafts is making me sad T.T but it's okay, good things take time!!! and i've been super busy :(!!!

love, erin <3

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[tqmies]

Can I request Mark + College or Fake dating + prompt 42?

Rush | Mark Lee

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

college & fake dating au, 42. “Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.”  wc: 1k Note: why choose an AU when we can have both ?!

"I want to piss off my parents - Which isn't illogical, by the way - so what better way than to drag you into it?!"

"Is this supposed to make me agree?" You quirk a brow, tapping a nail on the desk in front of you. And your wearing a frown, taken aback by the sheer audacity of the male in front of you, who you haven't spoken to in years, asking you for help.

"It'll only be for a bit! I'll parade you around for a bit, make my mom blow up in her chair, and then we'll fake break up!"

"I'm missing the part where I benefit from this.. And why me anyways?" You loll your head to the side, its not like you were a particularly bad influence or anything. You were nice, hard working, and a good student. If anything, you were a mothers dream for their son.

"My mom hates your mom."

Ah there it was, the moment of truth. You and Mark's mom had attended high school together, and from what you know, the two weren't fond of each other at all.

But your mom held no ill intent towards Mark, would Mark's mom hate you? How immature, doesn't sound too far off of what your mom would say.

"Still don't see what I get from it." You shrug, going back to your book.

"You'll get to date me." He points at himself, eye brows raised as he's dead serious. He thought of himself as a catch, why weren't you jumping at him?

You want to laugh in his face.

"And I'll pay you."

"Now we're talking." You nod, not one above being payed off. Hey, you'd done far more questionable things for as little as twenty dollars.

But being faced with someone as affluent as Mark, you're sure you'd get a check out of this.

Which is why you're now standing beside him as he shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for his parents to get the doorbell. You had to admit it, you were kind of nervous.

Not that you really liked Mark or anything, but you weirdly felt pressured to win over his parents.

The door opens and you're met with Mark's dad, and he offers his a son a curt nod before he turns towards you. "Oh, will you be joining us for dinner tonight?"

The smile is wiped off your face. "He didn't tell you?"

Mark's dad shakes his head, and Mark avoids any direct eye contact with you. Oh you were going to piss Mark's parents off, that's for sure. Mark's dad just turns and heads inside, the two of you following after.

You enter behind him into the kitchen, where Mark's mom is. Her eyes widen among seeing you, "Mark, honey, I didn't know you were bringing a guest."

"Ma, this is my girlfriend."

You expect steam to blow out of her head, for her to angrily rage and demand you leave, to even start cursing out her son.

But she does none of that, instead offering you a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you. Mark didn't tell me we were having guests, or else I would've cooked up something special."

You shake your head, unable to stop yourself from returning the kindness. "The food smells amazing."

Why'd Mark want to piss off such nice people anyways?

The evening goes pretty well, and Mark thinks that he's not getting his moneys worth. He had bet by this time at night that you'd be getting ran out of the house as he got berated for dating you.

But none of that is happening, in fact his mom looks happy as ever. She doesn't mind your mother either, she had to know by now, you had even given her the names of your parents when she asked. So why was she keeping it together so well? Didn't they hate each other?

You tell Mark's mom your major and she jumps up. "Oh wow, so pretty and smart. How did my son manage to snag you?"

You just nervously laugh, shrugging playfully. "I don't know either."

"Mark usually brings home such trouble makers." She shakes her head as she cuts into her food. "It's a relief to see he found someone so good for him."

..

Mark slams the door as he climbs into the drivers seat, and you can tell he's mad. And really, you can't blame him, seeing as his parent's didn't seem pissed off at all.

"Well, guess your genius plan didn't work out after all, guess I'm just too likable." You make a snark comment, crossing your arms.

Mark leans his head against his steering wheel as you continue.

"Tried to use me to piss off those sweet people! Jokes on you, Who's laughing now?" You mock, facing Mark when he doesn't respond.

Instead you notice wet tears fall off his face, the sound of sniffling as well. You grow confused at that. ".. Clearly not you. You're crying, dear God."

He wipes as his face aggressively as he sits back up. He looks at you as he scoffs. "My parents don't like anyone, okay? Even if they didn't care about your mom, I knew they'd find something to pick at you for. They always comment on my date's outfit or their manners."

"Oh wow, I'm sorry Mark. That's really shitty." You respond.

"But the one time I try and piss them off, they like you?" He says, bewildered. "Not a single bad thing to say? And it's all for a girl that I'm not even dating. God, I'm such a loser, why did I think this was a good idea? How am I going to explain that I let the one good thing I had go?"

You assume he's referring to you not showing up anymore, and for as little as you know the boy, you find yourself sympathizing. "I can always show up again, if that helps."

He nods a little, "Sorry I dragged you into this."

You can't believe you ever agreed to this fake dating thing, but something you tells you that you'll be sticking around longer that you intended.

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[1nyourdr34ms]

Shadows of Feels: Between Heart and Mind

pairing: NCT Mark x fem!reader

Prequel: Shadows of Feels: Love at the Second Sight

+18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT!!!

others: SVT Mingyu (fem!readers ex), Haechan (Marks bestie and friend of y/n), Karina (fem!readers bestie), NewJeans Hanni, Johnny, Jaehyun, jaemin, Jungwoo, Yuta, Winter, Minji

genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers

word count: 30.378 words

song rec: NCT 127 – Baby Don't Like It & NCT Dream - Like We Just Met

warnings: light smut in the beginning, cheating, making out, mentions of sex, cursing, smoking, alcohol

summary: Mark and Y/n separated due to a painful misunderstanding. After a long time, they come back together, but the shadows of the past still weigh heavily on them. As they gradually learn to be happy again, Mark harbors a dark secret.

01 – Unexpected Visitor

You were comfortably sitting on your sofa, your eyes fixed on the TV, while you stroked Elvis, your white-grey Persian cat, on your lap. Incredibly, for the sixth time, you had started watching "How I Met Your Mother" from the beginning, a show that was your sanctuary, a place you turned to when life didn't go as you hoped.

For several weeks, you had been going through a tough phase, challenging yourself to maintain the socially desired role of a successful, intelligent, optimistic, and beautiful woman. Other people loved your positive nature and you generously shared your energy with others – sometimes too much. It wasn't easy to live up to this ideal external and self-image. Deep inside, you knew you weren't as strong and sensible as others expected you to be. There was a time when you were practically overflowing with strength. You had no particular difficulty dealing with challenges, as you saw them as opportunities for growth. Until you...

Just before the 13th episode of the 6th season of the series ended, the ringing of your doorbell broke the silence in your living room and startled Elvis out of his coziness. You glanced at the clock and then at your phone to see if someone, perhaps Karina, your fashion designer best friend, had announced their visit. With a last piece of popcorn in your mouth, you set Elvis down on the floor and moved to the door with a puzzled look.

Your heart pounded as you saw the person at the door – the last person in the world you wanted to see that evening, the person who had thrown you off track. Confusion reflected in your face, your eyes slightly widened, your eyebrows furrowed. In a muted voice, you finally uttered the words: "Mark, what...?" It was Mark Lee, your ex-boyfriend, whom you had cheated on about ten months ago.

"Hi y/n, what's up?"

After months of silence, Mark suddenly appeared on your doorstep on New Year's Eve. Your surprise was so great that it took you a moment to realize he was really there. You stood frozen in your white cotton pajamas with a buttoned top with a collar and a matching ¾ length bottom, while Mark, in contrast, appeared dapper, in a black suit. With his black tailored, elegant suit and polished leather ankle boots, he now stood before you. He had longer hair than the last time you had seen him. The undercuts that you had loved so much on him were gone. He looked at you penetratingly with his round, captivating eyes.

Previously that night

In Johnny's exquisite penthouse, Mark, Haechan, Jaemin, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo gathered to celebrate New Year's Eve together. The organization of this party was originally in the hands of Haechan and Jungwoo, who with witty conviction declared Johnny's penthouse the ultimate place for the New Year's Eve party. Johnny himself had originally had other plans for New Year's Eve but found himself reluctantly amid the merry group.

In the spacious kitchen of the penthouse, joyful chaos reigned as the guys decided to try their hand at preparing New Year's specialties. Mark and Yuta took on vegetable chopping, while Jungwoo and Jaehyun tackled the challenge of mixing the perfect salad dressing. The atmosphere was relaxed and filled with laughter as they playfully threw kitchen utensils at each other and filled the room with joyful shouts.

Jaemin, with a whisk in hand, winked challengingly at Haechan and called out, "Ready for the culinary duel of the year?" Haechan, wearing a boldly statement apron, laughed and replied, "Oh, you'll be amazed at how a master chef works!" and imitated a cooking show host. The other guys complemented the scene with loud laughter, as they gathered at various stations in the kitchen.

At the end of the busy cooking adventure, they gathered around the festively set table and proudly admired their culinary masterpiece. The aromas of the blended dishes filled the room, and the men's laughter heralded a joyous New Year's Eve.

Yet Johnny leaned back, his gaze wandering over the seven grown men who had gathered without their partners. An ironic smile played on his lips as he noted, "Seven men on New Year's Eve without women. What a picture of male camaraderie." Yuta grinned in agreement and added, "Truly, a sight not often seen."

Johnny shook his head amusedly. "Guys, please, let's not spend next New Year's Eve without women. I beg you!" Yuta took a piece of chicken on his plate and nodded in agreement. Johnny sighed dramatically. "I'm serious. This is a culinary masterpiece, but it lacks the female touch."

Jungwoo smiled at Johnny's remark, while Haechan groaned in annoyance. "Yes, yes, understood, Daddy. Now enjoy your damn food." The others laughed at Haechan's sarcastic response. Jaehyun couldn't help but laugh at Haechan's address to Johnny as 'Daddy.'

"Ya! Haechan! Didn't you say the girls were coming?" Jaemin suddenly remembered. Jaemin's remark made everyone look curiously at Haechan. "Change of plans," Haechan muttered quietly, not lifting his gaze from his plate. "What did you say?" asked Jaemin. He couldn't believe Haechan had changed everything, especially after the prospect of female company.

"Change of plans," Haechan repeated casually. "Ya! Are you joking?" Jaemin exclaimed angrily. Johnny threw a puzzled question into the round: "Wait, wait. Which girls?" Jaemin raised his hand and listed: "Winter, Hanni, Karina, Minji, Y/n." Mark almost choked on his salad. "What?" he exclaimed in surprise.

Haechan rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "Y/n wanted to spend the evening at home, so the others also canceled. Anyway, Karina insisted on canceling; although the others still wanted to come, they were also pressured to cancel."

The revelation caused excitement and confusion at the table. "Y/n wanted to come here?" asked Mark cautiously. Haechan looked at him annoyed. "She doesn't know you're here. None of them knew. I just invited them to a 'crazy house party.' Now it doesn't matter anyway! We have each other!" he said triumphantly.

Yuta couldn't resist a sarcastic comment. "I would have preferred the girls." Jungwoo sighed melodramatically at Yuta's remark. "That hurts my heart."

Jaehyun grinned at the two of them. "But Winter wanted to come?" Jaehyun asked Haechan quietly as he leaned toward Haechan's ear. Haechan stood up annoyed. "Let me eat in peace, damn it! If you want to invite special people, you can do it yourself. I'm the one who organized all this. Instead of being grateful-" Yuta interrupted him by throwing an orange at him. "Here, I have another task for you: juggle this orange for us," he remarked with a wink. "Here.", he threw another. This made the others laugh and the festive mood returned.

And barely a wink later, Mark found himself in front of your front door again. Awkwardly you invited him in and prepared tea, while Mark played with Elvis in the living room. While making the tea, hundreds of questions ran through your head. Why was Mark here? Had something bad happened to Haechan or his family?

When you returned with the tea, there was initially an awkward silence between the two of you. Mark played nervously with the teaspoon, while you tried to grasp the situation.

"Why did you come, Mark?" you finally broke the silence, your voice trembling with confusion.

Mark, taking a deep breath, explained, "I wanted to talk to you. I heard you're spending New Year's Eve alone, and that worried me."

You were speechless. Why was he suddenly worried about you? He was the one who wanted the breakup.

Mark felt old feelings of longing and desire mix in him, but also memories of the pain and disappointment. He looked at you and whispered, "I've missed you, Y/n."

These words made your heart beat faster, but you were still confused. "Why are you worried now, Mark? You were the one who broke up."

Mark, caught in his feelings, found no answer. He looked at you and remembered the pain of your betrayal, but also your beauty, which still fascinated him. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, just like that time accidentally in the café when Hanni wanted to return your book to you.

Mark leaned back, an expression of discomfort on his face. "I feel like a fool, Y/n. Being here, still caring about you... after everything."

You felt a sting of injury, but you tried to hide it. "Well, you can leave anytime, Mark. You've seen me now, obviously I'm fine."

Mark sat up, his attention sharpened by your words. "Is that what you really want, Y/n? That I leave?" His voice sounded unexpectedly serious, almost inquiring.

You were taken aback by his interpretation of your words. "Mark, that's not what I meant. I wanted to say that you can see I'm fine. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

Mark paused and looked deeply into your eyes. "Well, what do you really want? Should I go or stay?" he asked, with a mix of vulnerability and hope in his voice.

You felt a flood of emotions rising in you. You were torn between your injury from past times, your confusion about his sudden return, and the deep desire to have him with you. "Mark, I... I don't know. It's all so complicated now," you replied, your voice an echo of your inner turmoil.

Mark watched you closely as you gave your hesitant answer. He sensed the turmoil in you and knew that each of his words could be crucial. With a soft but determined voice, he said, "Y/n, it's clear that we are both confused. But I see something in your eyes that tells me you don't really want to send me away."

You looked up, your eyes meeting his. In that moment, your eyes reflected a deep longing that you barely understood yourself. It was as if Mark had opened a hidden door to your deepest feelings, feelings you had long suppressed.

Your heart beat faster at Mark's words. You struggled with the contradiction between your pride, which demanded that you distance yourself from the injury of his previous rejection, and the deep desire to be close to him. "Mark, I..." you began, your voice trembling slightly. "It's not easy. I can't just forget what happened."

Mark nodded slowly, his gaze serious but full of understanding. "I know, Y/n. I'm not asking you to forget. But I feel that there is still something between us. Something that cannot be ignored."

Mark's words further reinforced your inner desire. Part of you wanted to resist these feelings, wanted to leave the past behind. But another part longed to give in to these feelings, to surrender to the connection you once shared.

"Mark, I'm still confused. But… yes… alright... I can't deny that I miss you. That I still...", you faltered, unsure how to articulate your conflicting feelings.

Mark's facial expression changed from serious to a gentle warmth. "Y/n, I understand. And I promise you, we'll be careful. That we'll take it step by step to figure out what this means."

In that moment, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. The prospect of slowly approaching Mark again suddenly didn't seem so frightening. Maybe it was what you both needed – to heal, to understand, and perhaps to find each other again.

You sat there, your fingers nervously playing with the rim of your teacup. Your eyes sought Mark's as you uncertainly asked, "How... how are we going to do this?" Mark sensed your uncertainty and wanted to proceed gently.

He moved closer, his gaze determined. "We start slowly, Y/n. We take the time we need. I need to be sure that there is still something between us."

Mark moved cautiously closer to you, his eyes full of questions and unsaid words. He watched each of your reactions closely, as if he wanted to read from your eyes whether you would reciprocate his approach.

Slowly he leaned forward, his gaze still caught in your eyes, searching for a sign of your consent.

You felt the increasing closeness and the intensity of his gaze. Your heart began to beat more violently as his perfume completely took over your sense of smell. On one hand, you wanted to maintain the wall you had built between you, but on the other hand, you longed for the familiarity you once shared. You were confused but also curious about what this moment could mean for both of you.

In Mark's eyes, you searched for the warmth and understanding you once knew. But you saw a depth of feelings you couldn't quite interpret – a mix of desire, perhaps a hint of anger, and certainly disappointment. It was as if the complexity of your shared past was reflected in his gaze.

As Mark leaned closer to you, you felt the warmth of his breath. Your own breath quickened with nervousness and expectation. You closed your eyes, half hoping he would kiss you, half afraid of the consequences of that kiss.

Mark hesitated for a moment as you closed your eyes and felt your hesitant aura. His heart beat heavily against his chest, a battle between his desire and the fear of hurting you again. Finally, he whispered softly, "Y/n, if you don't want, I won't kiss you. But I need to know..."

You opened your eyes and looked directly into his. In that moment, you realized that your silence had said more than words could. You nodded slowly, a silent agreement that you were ready to take this step.

Mark smiled slightly, a smile that radiated a mixture of relief and hope. He leaned forward and gently touched your lips with his. It was a cautious, tender kiss that carried all the tenderness and pain of your shared past.

You reciprocated the kiss, your lips meeting in a gentle, almost fragile touch. In this kiss, you found a language that lay beyond words – a language of feelings, of longing, and of unspoken forgiveness.

On the sofa, you deepened into a kiss that gained intensity with every moment. You lay with your back on the soft cushions, while Mark leaned over you, his hands gently on the sides of your face. Your hearts beat in unison, fast and full of unbridled emotions.

In the background, the soft meowing of Elvis could be heard, a gentle reminder of the world outside this intimate moment. The distant sounds of New Year's celebrations mingled with the rhythm of your breath, which accelerated with every touch.

As the kiss deepened and became more passionate, you felt your body heat rise and your sexual arousal grow in your womanhood.

Mark's hungry kiss elicited a smile from you, a silent admission of your mutual desire.

Mark's hands moved slowly over your body, each touch an exploration of the familiar yet so new landscape of your skin. You sighed softly, lost in the intensity of your feelings, in the closeness to the man you unfortunately still loved.

"Mark," you whispered between kisses, your voice a whisper full of desire. "You really missed me, didn't you?"

Mark smiled, his lips still close to yours. "More than you can imagine," he replied, his voice deep and rough.

Your gazes met, and in that moment, it was as if time stood still. You were both immersed in your emotions, in a world that belonged only to the two of you. Your fingers gently stroked his well-defined cheeks.

"How about we continue our conversation in my bedroom?" you whispered shyly, your voice a mix of promise and challenge.

Mark, his heart skipping a beat at your invitation, reflexively licked his lips and smiled. "That sounds like an interesting continuation of our... explorations," he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You laughed softly, a mix of amusement and arousal in your laughter. Maybe the man who made you laugh was still hidden somewhere in him. "I thought we wanted to find out how we feel. Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now."

You kissed each other again, this time with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, as if speaking in a language known only to the two of you. Every now and then, you also felt his tongue in your mouth. A feeling you had certainly suppressed but missed.

Slowly you both rose from the sofa, still immersed in your kiss, and moved together towards the bedroom.

Along the way, you helped each other with removing your upper clothing. Mark quickly took off his jacket, while you unbuttoned the top of your pajamas. After you had done your part, you helped Mark take off his black shirt. His bare upper body was revealed in front of you, and you quickly noticed that he looked more toned. Could it be true that men workout more after a breakup? When Mark tried to undo his belt, he clumsily tangled in it, which made you laugh heartily. “Ahh…” he sighed nervously.

“Do you need help?” you giggled, skillfully helping him to loosen the belt.

Mark looked at you with feigned indignation. “It must be your overwhelming presence that's making me so disoriented.”

You smiled and pulled him closer to you as you walked down the corridor to your bedroom. “You can thank me later,” you whispered in his ear.

Upon entering your bedroom, the atmosphere was filled with a mixture of tension, excitement, and deep familiarity. You stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, as if absorbing the moment and the significance of this step.

“Y/n,” Mark began softly, his voice a deep tone of emotion. “I know everything is complicated, but right now... Right now, I just want to feel you.”

In the soft light of the bedroom, penetrated by the moonlight, your gazes were intensely connected. You both climbed onto the bed, your upper bodies already bare – except for your bra, your skin shimmering in the shimmering light.

You slowly reached for the waistband of your pajama pants and began to take them off. The fluid movement gradually revealed your velvety soft skin, an invitation to unspoken intimacy. Mark watched you as you unfolded before him, feeling how his senses sharpened, every fiber of his being attracted by your beauty and allure.

As you finally let the pajama pants fall, you stood before him in your full grace and seduction. Mark's breath caught at the sight, and he whispered barely audible, “Y/n, you drive me crazy.”

You understood his reaction, smiled mischievously: “I had no idea you could be like this, Mark. This side of you is completely new to me.”

Mark, with a playful twinkle in his eyes, responded to your comment: “Well, it seems I'm constantly discovering new sides of myself, especially when I'm with you. But I must admit, some of these sides are... let's say, surprisingly impatient.” He indicated with his eyes to his lower part and chuckled sweetly.

His comment triggered amused laughter in you. Maybe you liked this new side of him. “Surprisingly impatient, huh? I hope that's not the only thing you finish surprisingly quickly tonight.”

Mark laughed heartily, his laughter blending with your cheerful mood. “Babe, I promise you, in certain things, I am anything but quick.”

In this intimate moment on the bed, surrounded by the quiet darkness of the bedroom, gripped by an atmosphere only penetrated by soft moonlight, you found yourself in a passionate kiss again. Mark, with his upper body bare, lay over you. You were only in your underwear. One of his hands held your jawline firmly, while the other slowly and sensually traveled over your body. You held Mark's face in your hands, your fingers lovingly buried in his neck-length, black hair, which you liked more and more by the second.

Mark pressed his body firmly against yours, and you felt his lower part nudging your thigh. A soft moan escaped you, a sign of your own growing desire. In that moment, everything else was unimportant; the world outside your bedroom seemed far away and meaningless.

In Mark's mind, there was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the complexity of your past and the uncertainties of the present, he felt a deep and irresistible attraction to you. Each touch, each kiss, intensified his desire for you, a desire that was both physical and emotional. He was filled with a mix of passion and tenderness, a need to show you how much he still desired you.

You, on the other hand, felt completely given to him at this moment. Your inner turmoil, which you had felt just a few hours ago, had given way to an overwhelming longing. You felt a deep connection to Mark, a connection that went beyond the physical level. Each kiss, each touch confirmed to you that the feelings you had for each other, despite all obstacles and pains of the past, were still strong.

In the silence of the room, only interrupted by your shared breathing, moans, and the gentle sounds of the night, you surrendered to your passion. The moonlight streaming through the window painted a picture of you, intertwined in your embrace, a picture of love and passion that shone in the silence of the night. In that moment, there was no past, no uncertainty, no doubt – only Mark and you, united in a world that belonged only to the two of you.

02 – The Hidden Conflicts of a Morning

The next morning, the atmosphere in your bedroom was fundamentally different. The early light of the day illuminated the room, revealing two figures caught in an odd silence. Mark lay awake, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, while you lay beside him, your eyes focused on the wallpaper's pattern.

Mark was engulfed in a storm of regret and confusion. He deeply regretted the sex from the previous night, not because he didn't desire you or lacked feelings for you, but because he feared that his impulsive action had further complicated the already complex situation between you two. He felt torn between the desire to express his feelings and the fear of hurting you even more. The thought that you might think he had taken advantage of you tormented him, and he was unable to find the right words.

You, on the other hand, were battling an internal conflict of anger and disappointment. You had hoped that Mark would say something in the morning after your intimate night that would confirm your connection, acknowledge your feelings. But his silence left you feeling hurt and confused. You felt used, as if the previous night had been just a physical desire for Mark, without the deeper emotional connection you had hoped for. The mix of your longing for his words and the emerging anger at his silence left you internally torn.

The silence between you stretched out, becoming a painful abyss that seemed insurmountable. Each of you was trapped in your own thoughts and fears, unable to build a bridge.

When Mark finally found the courage to turn to you, he met your look of both injury and expectation. “Y/n, I...,” he began, but his voice broke off. He didn't know what to say to salvage the situation, to explain to you how much he valued you and feared losing you again.

You, filled with the fear of hearing something from Mark that might further shake your already fragile emotional state, quickly interrupted him. Your voice trembled slightly as you tried to maintain a facade of normality. “Mark, would you like breakfast?” you asked, cautiously peeling yourself out of bed and wrapping the duvet tighter around yourself.

Mark, taken aback by your sudden question, looked at you in wonder. His face showed traces of the night, the complicated emotions still heavy in his eyes. He was speechless for a moment, caught in the abrupt change of subject that seemed to create a deep chasm between you. Finally, he nodded, his “Yes” barely more than a whisper, as he clumsily got out of bed.

In Mark's mind, doubts and self-reproach swirled. He sensed a wall between you, a barrier he had erected himself. He wanted to set things right, to show you that you meant more to him than just a fleeting night of passion. But he felt helpless, unable to find the right words to bridge the gap.

You, meanwhile, struggled with your internal conflict. Your decision to change the subject was an attempt to protect yourself, to avoid further hurt. In your heart, you wanted to hear Mark's true feelings, yet the fear of further disappointment held you back.

As you found yourselves in the kitchen, a tense silence reigned. Mark helped you with breakfast, but your movements were mechanical, your interactions forced. The breakfast, which should have been a moment of intimacy and shared enjoyment, felt like a laborious routine.

You prepared the food while Mark sat at the table, watching you. The distance between you was almost tangible, a sign of how much things had changed since the previous night.

Both of you were caught in your thoughts, unable to break through the barrier that had built up between you. Your hearts were heavy with unspoken words, with feelings too complicated to express. This silent breakfast manifested the gap between what could have been and what was.

Elvis, seemingly unaffected by the emotional weight in the room, trotted happily into the kitchen. With a soft purr and occasional meows, he approached you, as if to comfort you or at least divert your attention to something lighter. His presence brought a touch of normality back, a small ray of light amidst the heavy mood.

You, noticing his approach, bent down to gently stroke him. For a moment, you seemed relieved from the tension, a faint smile crossing your face as you touched Elvis’s soft fur. This small moment of affection between you and your pet offered a brief escape from the complicated reality.

Mark watched this scene from a distance, a bittersweet feeling spreading within him. He saw how Elvis managed to elicit a smile from you, something he couldn't do at that moment. It reminded him of the simple joys you once shared, the carefree moments that now seemed so distant.

Elvis's carefreeness and his ability to spread joy, even in the gloomiest moments, acted like a gentle reminder that life, even in difficult times, holds beautiful moments. His presence in the kitchen was like a gentle beam of light breaking through the darkness of the moment, showing that despite life's complexity, simple gestures of love and affection can still make a difference.

03 - Caught Between Night and Morning

When Mark finally returned to the apartment he shared with Haechan, he found his friend engrossed in a game on the Nintendo Switch. Without taking his eyes off his game, Haechan dryly remarked, "Nice of you to finally show up. I thought you had fallen into a black hole."

Mark, caught in his own tangle of thoughts, sarcastically replied, "Nah, just an emotional one. But thanks for your concern."

Haechan chuckled briefly and paused his game. He now looked directly at Mark. "So? How did it go with Y/n?"

This question abruptly brought Mark back to reality. He remembered the previous night, the intense moments they had shared, and the uncomfortable silence of the next morning. A feeling of guilt flooded over him again, mixed with deep confusion about what that night had truly meant.

Mark sighed heavily and collapsed onto the sofa. "It was complicated, Haechan. I don't even know where to start. The night was... intense. But the next morning... it was like everything we had suddenly disappeared."

Haechan, watching Mark closely, recognized the seriousness in Mark's expression. He put aside the Switch and moved closer to give his friend his full attention. "Mark, you know you can mess up everything, and I'll still make fun of you, right? Talk to me, man. What's going on inside you?"

Mark almost rolled his eyes but stared into space for a while before he slowly began to speak. "I think I messed it up, man. The night with Y/n... it wasn't just physical. Like... It was like we picked up where we left off. But the next morning, I couldn't even utter a word. I'm afraid I made everything worse."

Haechan, always presenting himself as the cheerful, humorous type, now showed a serious, empathetic side. "Mark, it sounds like you're getting in your own way. You and Y/n, you had a complicated breakup, that's clear. But sometimes it's worth the risk to be honest – with yourself and with her."

Mark, his forehead creased in deep furrows, looked at Haechan, puzzled. "But how should I do that, bro? What if I only make things worse?"

Haechan smiled slightly before making a winking remark. "You know, if I knew what to do right in love, I probably wouldn't be living with you, right?"

Mark gave Haechan a serious look that underscored the lightness of the moment. Haechan laughed briefly before his expression turned serious. He leaned back and looked Mark straight in the eyes. "But seriously, Mark. A wise man once told me that life isn't about always making the right decisions. It's about making decisions and then making the best of them."

Haechan paused briefly while Mark listened thoughtfully. "You love Y/n, don't you? Then show her. Be brave, be honest. It may not be easy, and there's no guarantee that everything will be perfect. But if you don't try, you'll always wonder what could have been."

Mark nodded slowly, absorbing Haechan's words. Deep inside, he felt that Haechan was right. It was time to overcome his fears and face the situation.

04 – Karina's Advice in a Whirlwind of Emotions

In Karina's studio, a space full of fabrics, sketches, and fashion designs, a calm, creative atmosphere prevailed. You were supporting your bestie, a talented fashion designer, on an exciting new design project. Both of you were focused on your work, surrounded by colorful fabric samples and complex patterns.

Karina, working on a challenging part of the design, needed a special tailoring tool. Without looking up from her sketch, she said, "Y/n, could you please pass me the fabric scissors? They should be right next to you."

You, lost in thought and reflecting on the events of that one night with Mark, did not respond immediately. Your thoughts circled around the uncertain relationship with him and your confusing emotions.

Karina noticed your absence and threw you a playful yet concerned look. "Hello, Y/n, are you still on this planet? I could also accept teleportation for the scissors," she said with a sarcastic undertone.

You startled and looked up in surprise. "Oh, sorry, Kari. I was just somewhere else with my thoughts." You smiled apologetically and handed Karina the fabric scissors.

Karina accepted the scissors and scrutinized you. "Is everything alright with you? You seem a bit absent today."

You sighed softly. "Yeah, it's just... there are a few things bothering me." You tried to smile, but your eyes betrayed your inner unrest and the emotional turmoil you were experiencing.

Karina, observing you closely, smiled mischievously and said, "Wait a minute, does this have something to do with Mr. 'I-can't-decide'?"

You hesitated, visibly torn about whether to tell Karina the truth about the night with Mark. Over the past ten months, you had repeatedly emphasized how much you condemned Mark for his previous mistrust and indecisiveness. The idea of revealing to Karina that you had given Mark another chance made you feel uncertain.

"Well, it's complicated," you began hesitantly, avoiding Karina's gaze. "Something happened between Mark and me... and I'm not sure what to make of it."

Karina, visibly shocked, dropped her fabric scissors and stared at you. "Wait, it's really about Mark?" Her voice fluctuated between disbelief and curiosity. "How? Where? Why? I thought you wanted to spend New Year's Eve alone."

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your story. "Yes, that was the plan. But Mark showed up unexpectedly at my door. He said he was worried because I was alone." Your voice trembled slightly as you relived the memories of the evening.

Karina leaned back, her eyebrows raised, an expression of surprise on her face. "That's... unexpected. And then? What happened?"

You hesitated for a moment before continuing. "We talked, and somehow... somehow it ended up that we..." Your voice trailed off, and you looked away, unsure how to describe the intimacy of the night.

Karina, sensing your discomfort, put a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. But I'm here to listen, whatever it is."

You bit your lip uncertainly before finally speaking the truth. "Karina, we... we had sex that night."

Karina's eyes widened, and she looked at you, a mix of disappointment and shock in her gaze. But she quickly realized that you needed support, not judgment. "Y/n, that's... surprising. But I'm here to help, not to judge you."

She smiled slightly and added with a sarcastic undertone: "Well, that sounds like a typical 'Y/n attracts drama like a magnet' moment." She giggled to lighten the mood.

Encouraged by Karina's teasing remark, you relaxed a little, feeling the burden lift. "What should I do now, Karina?" you asked helplessly.

Karina, turning back to her design project, replied thoughtfully: "The most important thing is that you figure out what you really want, Y/n. If you still have feelings for Mark, maybe it's time to acknowledge that. But if you think it was a mistake, then it's important to accept that too. What does Mark think about it?"

You continued working on the project, pondering Karina's words. You reached for a roll of fabric, your movements mechanical while your mind was absorbed in thoughts of Mark. "I don't know what Mark thinks," you finally murmured. "He was so... distant the next morning."

Karina, smoothing a layer of fabric, paused and looked over at you. "That sounds like he's as confused as you are," she observed thoughtfully. "Maybe he doesn't know what he wants himself, or he's afraid to face his feelings."

You sighed and let the fabric fall. "Maybe you're right. It's so frustrating not to know where I stand with him."

Karina threw a sideways glance at you while continuing to work on her design. With a mischievous yet serious undertone, she said, "You know, my personal assessment of Mark is that he's a master at hiding behind his indecision. It's time for him to grow up and take responsibility for his actions."

She set aside the fabric sample she was holding and turned to face you fully, her eyes showing deep concern and solidarity. "Y/n, you deserve someone who is clear and honest with you, not someone who leaves you hanging. No matter what happened between you two, it's important that he understands that his actions have consequences."

You nodded, Karina's words echoing within you. "I know, you're right. It's just... it's hard to let go of someone you still have feelings for." Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

Karina took your hand to show that she was there for you. "I understand that it's hard. But remember, you also have to think about yourself. You can't wait forever for someone who may never decide. Sometimes I really wonder who the psychologist is here," she said with a wink. "You give me better advice than I give you."

You both broke into light, liberating laughter, easing the tension in the room. You felt a little lighter thanks to Karina's humor and understanding.

After your laughter subsided, Karina looked at you with a determined expression. "You know, Y/n, the woman I know – and that's you – has always had the strength to make difficult decisions. And I'm sure you'll find the right decision for yourself this time too."

You felt Karina's confidence in you and it filled you with a mix of gratitude and newfound self-confidence. "Thank you, Karina. Sometimes you just need someone to back you up to see things more clearly."

05 – Veiled Revelations

In the elegant dining room of Mingyu's affluent parents, an atmosphere of cultivated politeness prevailed. The fine linen tablecloth, shining cutlery, and artistically arranged flowers on the table reflected the sense of aesthetics and detail characteristic of Mingyu's family.

The parents chatted about business and local events, while Hanni and Mingyu occasionally exchanged interested glances. Hanni's parents, rooted in traditional values, made sure to express their respect and appreciation for the hosts.

After the meal, Mingyu discreetly excused himself and went to the extensive garden, meticulously maintained and radiating tranquility. Here, in seclusion, he lit a cigar – a small act of rebellion against the perfect facade of his life. Hanni, curious and unbound by such conventions, followed him quietly and discovered him amidst a cloud of smoke.

"Mingyu Oppa!" she called out mischievously, her voice soaked with a playful undertone. Mingyu jerked in surprise and slight embarrassment at being caught.

He turned to Hanni, a crooked smile on his lips, and retorted with a hint of sarcasm, "Hanni, I didn't expect you to risk sneaking away from the adults. Shouldn't you be inside, continuing to play the good girl?"

His tone was playful, but the implication of her conformist behavior with her parents was clear. Hanni, unfazed by his comment, responded wittily, "Maybe I'm not as predictable as you think, Mingyu Oppa."

She paused briefly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, before continuing, "And maybe you should stop hiding behind your smoke and face the real challenges of life."

Mingyu, slightly taken aback by her directness, took a deep drag on his cigarette. The smoke briefly enveloped him as if seeking a moment of reflection. Then, looking annoyed, he looked up at Hanni and asked, "What do you actually want from me, Hanni?"

Hanni looked directly at Mingyu, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Maybe I'm just looking for a bit of honest company, away from all the polite small talk inside. Or maybe I just enjoy throwing you off balance."

Before Mingyu could respond, Hanni steered the conversation in a more serious direction. "Do you actually know that y/n was with Mark on New Year's Eve?" Her voice was calm, but her words struck Mingyu like a blow. Y/n, the woman he had been with for seven years and from whom he had separated almost four years ago.

Mingyu, visibly shaken, asked incredulously, "How do you know that?"

Hanni responded with a sarcastic tone and a mischievous smile, "Oh, the birds chirped it to me. You know I have a very special relationship with them."

Her comment underscored her ability to confront playfully yet pointedly. Mingyu, now thoughtful and a little lost in his thoughts, looked into the distance, clearly touched by the news about you.

Hanni watched Mingyu as he was lost in thought. "Aren't you going to do something, Oppa?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and frustration.

Mingyu, still visibly shaken by the news about you, looked at her questioningly. "What do you think I should do?" he countered with a touch of resignation.

Hanni answered directly and bluntly, "You could start by apologizing for your pathetic behavior at that party back then."

Mingyu was silent for a moment, then sarcastically replied, "And why exactly should I do that, Hanni?" He tried to feign innocence, but his tone betrayed his skepticism.

Hanni sighed, barely able to conceal her frustration. "Because I've seen how in love you still are with y/n. And how self-destructive you're being with yourself. I think you and y/n are actually a good match."

Mingyu looked at her doubtfully. "Come on, Hanni, I know you're not so innocent. There must be more behind this," he replied, his voice full of disbelief.

Hanni grinned mischievously and answered sarcastically, "Of course, I would definitely benefit if you and y/n got back together."

Her grin and the way she spoke left Mingyu doubting whether she was serious or just playing. Yet behind her sarcastic tone, there seemed to be a spark of genuine concern for him, leaving him thoughtful and perhaps a little confused.

06 – Mingling Shadows at the Café

A few days later, Mark, Haechan, Jaehyun, Winter, Hanni, and Minji met in a small, cozy café filled with soft light and the familiar sound of coffee cups. They laughed and shared stories, their faces illuminated by a sense of belonging. The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful, but Mark seemed somewhat distant.

In a particularly charming moment, Jaehyun playfully, almost flirtatiously, teased Winter, causing hearty laughter among the others. Mark smiled, but his smile increasingly seemed forced. The loud voices and constant laughter only intensified his inner unrest. Eventually, he stood up and muttered an excuse that he needed some fresh air.

Outside, surrounded by the cool evening air, Mark leaned against the café wall. His gaze was thoughtful and distant. Haechan, who had followed him, laid a concerned hand on Mark's shoulder. "Everything okay, Mark?"

Mark sighed. "Umm... It's just... I can't stop thinking about Y/n. What happened on New Year's Eve... Man... it just won't leave me." His voice was soft but full of turmoil.

Before Haechan could respond, Hanni stepped outside. Her gaze fixed on Mark, and a barely noticeable smile played on her lips. "Catching some air? Good idea." She joined them, her eyes locking onto Mark.

The conversation initially revolved around trivial matters, but Hanni skillfully steered the topic to you. "Mark, you and Y/n, you were such a strong couple. But sometimes I wonder..." She hesitated as if weighing her words.

Mark, visibly interested but cautious, asked, "What do you wonder?"

Hanni looked directly at Mark, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I just don't understand how you could date her. You deserve something much better, Mark."

Mark's facial expression changed, a mix of surprise and confusion. He seemed to ponder her words, unable to respond immediately.

Haechan, hearing Hanni's comment, became immediately upset. His voice sounded cold and sharp as he rebuked her, "Hanni, that's not fair. Weren't you once good friends with Y/n? How can you say such a thing?"

Hanni, unfazed in her stance, shrugged. "Friendship is one thing, Haechan. But love? That's something completely different. And, when people are alone, they sometimes seek... distraction. I'm just saying what I think."

Haechan, immediately grasping the underlying meaning, threw Hanni a stern look. "Hanni, that's not fair. You can't just make such insinuations."

Hanni shrugged, playing the innocent. "I'm just saying that people sometimes do unexpected things, especially in loneliness."

Mark's forehead furrowed, visibly troubled by Hanni's words. Haechan stepped closer to him. "Mark, don't let her influence you. You know Y/n better than any of us."

But Hanni persisted. With a mix of curiosity and feigned concern, she added, "It would only be human, Mark. Who could blame her if she... sought comfort in someone else?"

Mark, visibly influenced by the conversation, folded his hands, his gaze lowered. In his head, thoughts and feelings swirled, a battle between trust and mistrust.

Haechan, now clearly annoyed, continued, "Y/n would never cheat on Mark. She has principles, Hanni. She's not like..." He stopped, realizing his words were becoming too harsh.

Hanni raised an eyebrow, a hint of triumph in her posture. "Like what, Haechan? Like me? Just say it."

The air between them crackled with tension. Mark, still silent, looked up, his eyes meeting Hanni's. In them was a mix of confusion and pain.

At that moment, the café door opened. Jaehyun, Minji, and Winter stepped out, their faces expressing surprise and concern as they saw the tense scene before them.

Jaehyun, immediately recognizing the conflict, quickly approached the group. "What's going on here? Why are you arguing?"

Haechan, trying to defuse the situation, turned to Jaehyun. "It's nothing, Jaehyun. We were just discussing a misunderstanding."

Hanni, still with that challenging sparkle in her eyes, remained silent, but her gaze stayed on Mark.

Mark, visibly exhausted from the confrontation, directed his gaze to the ground. The doubts in his heart hadn't disappeared, fueled by Hanni's words and Haechan's passionate defense.

Haechan, wanting to defuse the situation, suggested changing locations. "Let's go somewhere else to change the mood. A walk might do us good."

Mark, still lost in his thoughts, let his gaze wander over the bustling street. The city lights flickered in the distance, and the noise of the traffic formed a sharp contrast to the inner stillness he felt.

Haechan, standing next to Mark, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, you know what's right. Believe in what you and Y/n have and the choice you've made."

The group set off, the city lights spreading out before them. Mark, still entangled in his thoughts, slowly followed them. The evening, which had started so carefreely, left a lingering taste of uncertainty and unspoken words.

07 – Wisdom in the Whisper of Leaves

Later that day, Mark and his older brother Joseph sat on an old wooden bench in the peaceful garden of their parents' house, surrounded by lush greenery and the gentle rippling of a small pond. Above them, the branches of an old tree bent, their leaves rustling in the soft wind.

Mark, visibly tense, looked at the pond's surface in front of him. His hands nervously fiddled with a fallen leaf. Next to him sat Joseph, calm and thoughtful, his eyes on his younger brother.

"Jos, I'm faced with a puzzle that I just can't solve," Mark began, his voice hesitant.

Joseph placed a hand on Mark's shoulder, a gesture of brotherly support. "Talk to me, Mark. Maybe I can help you put the pieces together."

Mark took a deep breath. "It's like I'm stuck in a maze, and every step only takes me deeper in," Mark confessed.

Joseph listened attentively, nodding occasionally as he pondered Mark's words. "You know, Mark," he finally began, "sometimes the maze isn't the problem, but the way we look at it. Remember that Bob Dylan song Dad always played? 'The Times They Are A-Changin'. Sometimes you need to change your perspective to find the way out."

Mark's eyes met Joseph's, a spark of understanding flashing in them. "You mean, maybe I should question my own point of view?"

"Exactly," Joseph confirmed. "Think about what you really feel and want, not what you believe you should feel or want. Trust is like a melody played together – sometimes dissonant, but always in an attempt to find harmony."

Mark's gaze returned to the pond, his thoughts circling around Joseph's words. "But what if the melody never harmonizes? What if there are always discordant notes?"

Joseph smiled gently. "Then, my brother, you might need to compose a new melody. One that fits you better. Remember what Hemingway said: 'The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.'"

After Joseph's serious words and the thoughtful moment, Mark broke the silence with a mockingly humorous comment: "Well, if the medical career doesn't work out, you could start as a life coach, Jos."

Joseph laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thanks, but I think I'll stick to medicine. Less complicated," he joked.

The laughter of the two brothers echoed through the garden, a welcome relief in the heavy atmosphere. Joseph then looked at Mark seriously, his expression changing to one of understanding. "Mark, I know this is all about Y/n. You haven't said it directly, but I know you. You're confused about her, aren't you?"

Mark sighed and nodded. His gaze wandered back to the pond, where the water captured the reflection of the sky. "Yes, it's about Y/n. I love her, but all these doubts and uncertainties... they're eating away at me."

Joseph's gaze softened, his voice gentler. "Love is complicated, Mark. It challenges us, makes us grow. Sometimes we have to learn to jump over our own shadow and trust, even when it's hard."

"But how do I do that? How can I regain trust when everything feels so fragile?" Mark asked, his voice permeated with deep uncertainty.

Joseph took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and then replied, "Remember 'The Little Prince'? 'One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eyes.' Maybe you should focus less on what you see and more on what you feel."

Mark became increasingly frustrated. "That's exactly my problem, brother. I feel too much, and it confuses me. I love Y/n, but my feelings are dragging me into this whirlpool of uncertainty."

Mark's hands trembled slightly as he spoke, and his eyes reflected the inner turmoil. Joseph watched his brother attentively, his expression showing understanding and empathy.

"Mark, trust is like a journey," Joseph calmly began, "there's no map that shows you the exact way. It's a process where you have to learn to trust your instincts."

Mark looked thoughtfully into the distance. "But how can I trust my feelings when they've already led me astray?"

Joseph placed his hand on Mark's shoulder, his voice reassuring. "It's not the trust that misleads you, Mark. It's the fears, the doubts. You have to learn to recognize the difference."

Mark nodded slowly, visibly contemplative. "I know you're right. But it's so hard to take that step."

Joseph smiled softly. "Remember our childhood, when we used to guide each other in the dark? You were always braver than me. You always took the first step."

A faint smile played on Mark's lips. "Yes, that's true. I always rescued you from the dark corners of the garden."

Joseph's smile deepened. "And now it's time for you to lead yourself out of this dark corner, brother. Y/n loves you, and you love her. Sometimes that's enough."

Mark looked thoughtfully at the pond, where the last rays of the sun turned the water into a golden light. "You're right, Jos. It's time for me to look at things from a different perspective."

The two brothers sat silently side by side for a while, enveloped in the garden's tranquility. In that moment, their connection was strong and unbreakable, a bond of love, understanding, and mutual support.

08 – An Unexpected Twist in the Evening

In the twilight, as the sky was painted in pastel tones, you and Karina, armed with sweet loot of ice cream and snacks, strolled through the park. Your hearts were light, your laughter a lively echo in the cool evening air. Suddenly, a car came to an abrupt stop in front of your house. Astonishment reflected in your eyes as Mingyu, like a lost hero from another story, stepped out of the car.

With a demeanor tinged with slight nervousness, Mingyu approached you. "Y/n, Karina... this is truly unexpected," he muttered, his voice hesitant as if it couldn't bear the weight of his words.

"Mingyu, what brings you here?" you asked, a hint of surprise in your voice that you couldn't hide.

Karina, the protector in this story, immediately became alert. "We were just on our way up. What do you want, Mingyu?"

Mingyu, clearing his throat, tried to force a smile that revealed more tension than sincerity. "I... I wanted to talk to Y/n. It's important."

Karina, her skepticism as deep as the sea, insisted on staying by your side. "I'm not leaving, y/n. I don't trust him." Mingyu, visibly annoyed, struggled to keep his emotions under control.

"Alright," Mingyu finally conceded and turned his gaze to you, as if he were pulling the words from the depths of his soul. "First, I need to apologize for my behavior at the party. I wasn't myself... it was the alcohol."

After Mingyu had made his apology, you responded to him with a hint of sarcasm in your voice: "Oh, it's a bit late for that realization." Your gaze, fixed on Mingyu, was penetrating and relentless.

Karina, the loyal friend by your side, didn't hold back and added, "Exactly, Mingyu. Almost as if you've suddenly developed a conscience." Her words were sharp, tinged with a mistrustful undertone.

Mingyu, clearly irritated by the tense atmosphere that enveloped you like a curtain, tried to maintain his composure. "I... I know it's late. But it's important to me to make this clear."

You, rooted in your own strength, confronted him directly: "Do you have any idea how much that meeting hurt me?" Your words were like arrows, targeted and powerful.

Karina, recognizing the flame of indignation in your voice, threw in more sharp remarks. "Yes, Mingyu, tell us more about how you suddenly came to your senses." Her posture was challenging, almost provocative.

Mingyu, now visibly annoyed by Karina's interjections, tried to refocus the conversation on the essentials. "Listen, I'm not here because I have romantic feelings for you, y/n," he said, his voice firmer as if convincing himself. "I just want to... stay in touch as friends. I miss your company."

While you watched Mingyu attentively, his words were like a gentle confession, honest and unadorned. Despite your initial skepticism, you felt your defensive stance slowly relax.

Mingyu took a deep breath and began to talk about his thoughts and feelings, words that seemed to come from the depths of his heart. "I've done a lot of thinking about myself, about the mistakes I've made. I now realize that I regret many things, but I can't undo them. All I can do is look forward and try to be a better person."

His voice sounded calm, almost meditative, as he continued: "I've understood that true friendship isn't based on romantic feelings. It's about trust, respect, and the ability to listen and support each other."

Karina, standing by your side, watched Mingyu critically, like a guardian ready to intervene if necessary. Yet she sensed that Mingyu's words were sincere.

"I miss our conversations, y/n. The moments when we could talk about anything and everything. I don't have many friends I can do that with," Mingyu confessed, his voice filled with a melancholy that touched you.

The streetlights bathed the scene in soft light, and the stillness of the surroundings seemed almost unreal. Only the faint hum of traffic in the distance broke the quiet.

Touched by Mingyu's openness, you finally found words. "Mingyu, I appreciate your honesty," you said. "And although I can't promise that everything will be like before, I'm willing to listen to you as a friend."

Mingyu nodded, visibly relieved as if he had found a precious treasure. "That means a lot to me, y/n. Thank you."

Karina, still enveloped in a hint of skepticism but impressed by your resolve, added, "But don't expect us to blindly trust you, Mingyu. We're keeping an eye on you."

"I understand and respect that," Mingyu replied, his words sounding like a vow. "I just want a chance to prove myself. No romantic intentions, just friendship."

You nodded slowly, your eyes searching Mingyu's as if trying to look into the depths of his soul. "We'll see how it goes."

The cool night air swirling around you carried an atmosphere of new beginnings. Mingyu stood there, a man ready to face his mistakes and learn from them.

"I won't keep you any longer," he said, stepping back as if bidding farewell to a chapter of his life. "Thank you for listening to me. I hope to see you again soon."

As Mingyu walked away and returned to his car, you watched as his figure disappeared into the darkness. Karina, with a slightly sarcastic tone, remarked, "Looks like the catalyst for the destruction of your relationship is back in the game."

You smiled faintly, a deep, meaningful vibration in your voice. "Maybe, but this time the rules will be different. I won't let my past dictate my future. Mingyu has his second chance, but I'm not the same person I was."

Karina's eyes sparkled in recognition as she replied, "That sounds like the y/n I know – strong and determined. He won't have it easy."

Determined, you nodded. "Exactly. I'm ready to meet him as a friend, but I'll keep my eyes open. This time I'm prepared for anything."

With this firm resolution, you entered your apartment, ready to enjoy the girls' night. The evening symbolized new beginnings and the strength of self-determination, a sign that you were writing your own story, independent of the shadows of the past.

09 – Love, Doubt, and a Journey through Heartache

On that evening, the cozy atmosphere in your apartment was subdued yet warm. You, Karina, Winter, Hanni, and Minji were nestled together on the couch, a vibrant tapestry of friendship and care. In a corner of the room, comfortably nestled in his basket, Elvis, your faithful Persian cat, purred.

Despite the smile on your face, your eyes betrayed a touch of melancholy as you watched your friends. Karina, always the idea generator, suggested you could go out to lift your spirits. "Thanks, girls, but I'm really okay," you responded softly, "A quiet evening at home is exactly what I need."

"But Y/n, a bit of fun could do you good, especially now that Mark isn't here," Hanni interjected.

At that moment, Winter, always up for a laugh, picked up a picture frame from the small table. She held it in front of your face and playfully imitated Mark's voice: "Come on, babe, let's do something crazy! Let's look at the stars, or..." She paused briefly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face before continuing, "Or we could dress up and pretend we're on a secret mission!" She placed the picture frame back on the table. "See, Mark wants you to do something too!"

Her joke made everyone laugh, only Hanni remained sullen. Determined to steer the mood in a different direction, she suggested, "You know what? We should go out tonight. Dance a little and let loose."

The idea sparked a lively discussion. You remained skeptical: "No, guys, seriously. I don't like clubs, and Mark and I have a rule - no parties without the other."

Karina, always maintaining the balance, nodded understandingly and added, "I get it, Y/n, but maybe you need a little change of scenery right now to clear your head. We don't necessarily have to go to a club. How about a relaxed bar?"

You hesitated, but Minji, always ready for an adventure, chimed in supportively, "Exactly, Y/n! We're going to have a great time, and you can distract yourself a bit. Mark would surely want you to be happy, even if he's not here."

Winter, still holding the picture frame, added, "We could even make a game out of it. Each of us chooses a place, and in the end, we decide together where to go!"

Hanni eagerly agreed, "That sounds like a fantastic idea! Let's enjoy life. Mark isn't here to stop us."

Karina gave Hanni a brief but piercing look before turning back to you, "You're always so considerate of Mark and his feelings, Y/n. It's okay to think about yourself too. We're all here to take care of you."

The words of your friends and the thought of letting go for once slowly softened your resolve. You smiled hesitantly and gave in, "Okay, you've convinced me. But we stick together, and we don't do anything crazy, agreed?"

Minji clapped her hands in joy. "Of course! It's going to be a girls' night we won't forget!" Hanni, inwardly pleased with her success, couldn't help but smile contentedly.

The group began to excitedly prepare for the evening. You cast one last glance at the picture frame, where you and Mark shared happy times, sighed quietly, and then let yourself be swept up by the burgeoning enthusiasm of your friends.

As the group began to make plans for the evening, Elvis purred contentedly in his basket, as if he were the keeper of all their little secrets and joys.

As the girls stepped out of Karina's car, they were enveloped by the cool night air as they stood in front of a large, stylishly lit house. You had opted for an elegant, mid-length dress with a subtle light gray tweed pattern. The dress had short sleeves, a defined waist with a V-neck, and a flared skirt. If you had the choice, you would have liked to wear miniskirts or a shorter dress, but that would have been too much, especially in Mark's absence. Another rule you dared not break. You wore your long hair wavy, softly falling over your shoulders.

You and Karina exchanged uncertain glances. The building in front of you looked more like a luxurious residence and not a club.

"Are you sure we're in the right place? This doesn't look like a club," Karina murmured as she skeptically surveyed the building.

You also had doubts, adding, "Something's not right here. Hanni, are you sure that..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Hanni interrupted you with a broad, convincing smile, "Trust me, girls. This is going to be great!" With that confidence, she pulled the group toward the open front door, from which loud music and cheerful laughter were already emanating.

Entering the house, you were greeted by the pulsing energy of the party. The interior was spacious and elegant, with modern art on the walls and stylish furniture pushed aside to make room for a dance floor. Colorful lights flickered in rhythm with the music, casting the room in a vibrant play of colors.

Young people were everywhere, dancing, laughing, and holding drinks, while a DJ in the corner provided the musical entertainment. The atmosphere was exuberant and lively, almost surreal in its intensity.

Karina and you initially felt out of place in the unfamiliar setting. As you looked around, it didn't take long to recognize where you were. "This is Mingyu's house, isn't it?" Karina whispered to you, pointing to the distinctive artworks and a characteristic sculpture.

You nodded slowly, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach. "Yes, this is his house. Hanni, what are we doing here?" you asked, your voice tense.

Hanni replied with a forced smile, "Surprise? I thought a house party would be a nice change. Let's just have fun!"

While Winter, Minji, and the others eagerly dived into the hustle and bustle of the party, you and Karina exchanged worried glances. Both of you felt that the evening might not go as you had hoped.

You and Karina found a quiet seat on the edge of the pulsating house party. You sank into the soft sofas, a little away from the hustle and bustle, to observe the atmosphere. The house was even more impressive from the inside than the outside. High ceilings, artful lighting, and elegantly draped decorations created an atmosphere of stylish luxury, underscoring Mingyu's architectural vein. Young people were grouped everywhere, laughing and chatting while holding drinks.

Mingyu had not been seen since your arrival, which calmed you a bit. You didn't want to reopen old wounds that evening.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated. It was a message from Mark.

"Hey, beauty, how are you? What are you doing right now?" you read and immediately felt a hesitation. Should you tell him the truth? You didn't want to worry him or give the wrong impression.

Various feelings fought within you. You wanted to be honest with Mark, but at the same time, you didn't want him to worry or jump to conclusions. Finally, you typed: "All good here. I'm relaxing at home and recovering from the workday."

You felt uneasy as you sent the little lie.

The conversation continued, and Mark sent a photo of him and his brother Joseph. They were smiling broadly, both on their business trip in Japan. Mark wrote about workshops they offered on integrating art and science in education. You saw Mark's smiling face on the screen and felt a mix of longing and guilt.

"It's your turn. I miss your smile," typed Mark.

You stared at the message. Your heart was full of love and yet conflicted. How could you send him a selfie without revealing the truth? Your fingers hesitated over the screen as you looked for an excuse.

"Sorry, my phone's almost dead. I'll send you one tomorrow, I promise."

Karina observed you and sensed that something was off. "Everything okay?" she asked gently.

You gave a faint smile, your gaze still on the phone. "Yes, everything's fine."

Mark replied with an understanding that was typical of his loving and caring nature. He sensed something was off, but he didn't want to press you.

"No problem, sweetheart. But make sure you charge your phone! I need my daily dose of my girl. Otherwise, I'll have to start imagining your pictures, and my drawing talent is rather... well, you know."

After reading Mark's understanding message, you felt a mix of relief and still nagging guilt.

You typed a response, trying to hide your feelings and maintain the lightness Mark had brought to the conversation: "I'll definitely charge my phone, promise! And your drawing talent isn't as bad as you think. I love every one of your creative attempts."

As you sent the message, you couldn't help but smile warmly.

Karina, who had been watching your expression closely, placed a hand on your shoulder. "You miss him a lot, don't you?" she asked compassionately.

You nodded, your eyes still on the phone display. "Yes, it feels so empty without him."

Karina, still looking at you compassionately, smiled softly as she tried to cheer you up. But suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze, which had been on you, had shifted and was now fixed on a figure at the other end of the room.

"Y/n, look!" Karina whispered, pointing discreetly in the direction. "Isn't that Mingyu over there?"

You followed Karina's gaze and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Mingyu. He was standing in a small group, his characteristic, confident smile on his lips, laughing and following the conversations around him. In his white T-shirt with an open blue denim jacket, whose sleeves he had rolled up slightly, he looked as casual and relaxed as you remembered him.

Karina and you decided to retreat discreetly before Mingyu noticed you. So, you set out to find the other girls. You moved carefully among the partying guests, trying not to attract attention.

Yet despite your caution, Mingyu became aware of you. Karina noticed it first. "Oh no, Y/n, he's seen us," she whispered quietly.

You turned around and saw Mingyu weaving through the crowd, his gaze fixed on you. It was clear he had been drinking; his movements were a bit less steady than usual, and his smile was wider.

As Mingyu approached, you could see the mixture of surprise and pleasure in his eyes. It was the first time in 3 years since the breakup that you stood so close to each other.

"Y/n, Karina! What a surprise to see you here," Mingyu said with a slightly swaying voice. His smile was warm, but his eyes revealed a depth of emotions that slightly unsettled you.

The two girls responded politely, albeit a bit reservedly. "Hello, Mingyu. Nice party you've got here," Karina replied, while you simply nodded and forced a smile.

Mingyu, visibly pleased to see you, tried to engage in conversation. "It's been so long, Y/n. How have you been?" he asked, his gaze locked on you.

Feeling uncomfortable with the situation, you replied politely but distantly. "I'm fine, thank you. We were just about to look for our friends."

Mingyu, still focusing on you, nodded slowly. "I understand. But it would really be great if you could stay a bit longer. We haven't seen each other for so long," he pressed with a mix of hope and slight pressure in his voice.

You and Karina exchanged a quick, uncertain look, and you shook your head. "That's really kind of you, Mingyu, but we really should be going," you responded, trying to stay polite.

Mingyu's persistence, however, seemed unbroken, and he didn't seem ready to let you go so easily. "Come on, just one more drink. It would really be a shame if you left now."

At that moment, Hanni, Winter, and Minji appeared. They joined the group and reinforced Mingyu's request. "Yeah, stay a bit! We've just started," Hanni said enthusiastically, while Minji and Winter nodded in agreement.

You and Karina felt increasingly cornered. You looked at each other again, and Karina finally gave a reluctant nod. "Okay, maybe just a short while longer," you conceded, your consent clearly reluctant.

The others cheered and pulled you deeper into the party. You felt a growing unease in your stomach, not only because of Mingyu's insistent invitation but also because of the little lie you were maintaining with Mark. Karina placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and whispered, "We won't stay long, okay? Just to keep up appearances."

You nodded, caught between the desire not to disappoint Mark and the pressure from your friends and Mingyu. You felt torn as you delved deeper into the heart of the party, surrounded by music, laughter, and the increasingly strong feeling of being in a place you didn't want to be.

In the lively and exuberant atmosphere of the party, someone suggested a group game. The game was a mix of truth or dare and a guessing game, where participants had to alternately ask questions or perform tasks. The mood in the room was electric, marked by laughter and occasional exclamations of surprise when someone performed a particularly funny or daring action.

During a round of truth or dare, where the mood was already heated, Hanni chose you. "Truth or dare, Y/n?" she asked with a challenging glint in her eyes.

Aware of the tricky situation, you opted for "dare," hoping to avoid an uncomfortable truth question. Hanni, anticipating this, grinned and challenged you: "I dare you to give Mingyu a dance – but not just any dance. A slow dance."

The crowd around them whooped and whistled as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. You cast a pleading look at Karina, but your friend could do little in the moment.

Mingyu, already slightly tipsy and carried away by the mood, stood up and extended his hand toward you. "Come on, Y/n, it's just a dance," he said with a smile that showed a mix of nostalgia and desire.

With hesitant steps, you approached Mingyu. You placed your hand in his as the music shifted to a slow, sensual song. As you danced, you felt Mingyu's hands carefully but firmly on your back. With his 6'1" and your 5'2" stature, he towered over you like a large wall. You looked up at his neck, trying to maintain distance, but the closeness of the dance and the stares of others left you little room.

The heat of bodies and the intimacy of the moment almost made you forget where you were. Mingyu's proximity, his familiar scent, and the way he led were distracting.

Mingyu, feeling the tension, leaned in and whispered, "I've missed you, babygirl." His words, though spoken softly, echoed loudly in your thoughts. Instead of addressing you by your name, he referred to the pet name he had chosen for you as a couple.

Overwhelmed by the situation, you just managed to extricate yourself from Mingyu's embrace. "I... I need to go," you stammered before you quickly moved away from the dance floor, followed by Karina's concerned looks.

The night air was cool and a welcome relief as you left the crowded party. Yet the quiet was short-lived. Mingyu, apparently determined to continue the conversation, followed you outside. His smiling face transformed into slightly furrowed brows and lips closed in a straight line.

"Y/n, wait!" he called, following you down the garden path. His voice was urgent, but slightly slurred from the alcohol.

You reluctantly turned around, your heartbeat quickening. "What is it, Mingyu?" you asked, your voice controlled but cool.

Mingyu came closer, his gaze intense. "I just wanted to talk. It feels like there's so much left unsaid between us," he began, choosing his words carefully.

You struggled to stay calm and replied, "Mingyu, there's nothing to talk about. What's in the past is in the past. I'm with Mark now, and you should respect that."

However, Mingyu seemed unimpressed by your words. "I see how you look at me, Y/n. I know there's still something there. Can you honestly say you haven't missed me?" he pressed, his voice now more urgent.

You felt your composure starting to crumble. "Mingyu, that's not fair. You can't just..."

But Mingyu didn't relent. He stepped closer, and his voice softened but grew more intense. "Y/n, I still think of you every day. I can't stop thinking about what we had."

You became visibly upset and uncomfortable, stepping back. "Mingyu, stop! You're crossing my boundaries. I love Mark, and you need to accept that."

The tension between you was almost tangible. Mingyu, his expression fluctuating between disappointment and stubborn desire, seemed to ponder for a moment. But before he could say anything further, you interjected.

"That's enough, Mingyu. I'm leaving now. Please, don't follow me," you said firmly and turned to walk away. Your steps were quick and determined as you moved away from Mingyu, your thoughts a whirlwind of anger, confusion, and unwanted nostalgia.

Mingyu was left alone, visibly struck by the rejection, as you fled into the night and away from the shadows of the past.

Still overwhelmed by your emotions, you stood trembling in front of Karina's car. You pulled out your phone and hastily typed a message to Karina: "I can't stay any longer. Please come, I want to leave."

As you waited for a response, the events of the last few minutes echoed in your mind. You were torn between anger at Mingyu's behavior and guilt towards Mark.

Soon after, the other girls returned. Karina, Winter, and Minji were still swept up in the lively mood of the party, while Hanni joined you with an almost imperceptible self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"Hey, Y/n, is everything okay?" Karina asked worriedly when she saw you standing by the car.

You nodded, though your eyes betrayed your inner turmoil. "Yes, I'm just tired. I think it's better if we go now."

As the group got into the car, Karina noticed the subtle smirk on Hanni's face and sensed something was off. She gave Hanni a questioning look, but Hanni shook her head as if to say this wasn't the time for explanations.

As the drive home began, a tense silence settled in the car. You sat quietly, your thoughts still on the events of the party and the unresolved feelings the night had stirred in you. Karina occasionally gave you worried glances, while Hanni stared out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The other girls chatted quietly, but their conversations couldn't ease your unease.

A few days after the dreadful event, you sat relaxed on your couch at home, scrolling through patient reports on your laptop while Elvis lay next to you, purring contentedly. Suddenly, your phone vibrated and rang. When you picked it up, a wave of excitement surged through your stomach. It was a video call from your boyfriend, Mark Lee.

Suddenly the screen lit up, and Mark's face appeared. His broad smile instantly brightened the room. "Hello, beauty," he greeted you, his black eyes beaming with joy. He was sitting in the car, wearing a dark T-shirt, his dark brown hair styled neatly.

You returned his smile. "Hello, my world traveler. Two more days and you'll be back."

Mark nodded, his smile unwavering. "You know... umm... I'm counting the minutes, Y/n. I've missed you so much."

You smiled softly. "I miss you too, Markie. It's not the same without you." You briefly looked at the slumbering bundle of fur next to you and then asked, "Where's Joseph, actually?"

Mark grinned mischievously and looked to the side. "Oh, Joseph is... like... disappeared..." he began, pausing as he tried to suppress a laugh. You watched him in confusion as suddenly Joseph jumped into the frame.

"Gotcha!" Joseph exclaimed, laughing. "My brother, the world's worst prankster."

"Hey!" Mark protested, laughing. "I was just trying to have a little fun. But you know, Y/n, I could never lie to you."

His words made you pause for a moment, the memory of the lie from the party swirling in your head.

"Oh, sure, Mr. Perfect here," John teased before waving at you and disappearing from the view again.

Mark turned his attention back to you. "I have a few souvenirs for you. And I got something special for Elvis." He paused, then added, "He promised to protect you well in my absence."

Elvis, recognizing Mark's voice, meowed and jumped onto your lap. "Look, Markie, your biggest fan is listening," you said with a laugh, turning the camera to Elvis.

"What's up, buddy!" Mark called out, and Elvis purred loudly in response.

The conversation continued in a mix of teasing, longing looks, and heartfelt laughter. Mark shared his experiences in Japan, the workshops, and the interesting people he had met.

"I've learned so much about art and science," Mark said. "But the most important thing I've learned is," he looked around as if to make sure Joseph wasn't listening, leaned closer to the camera, and whispered, "how much I love you and how much I need you in my life."

Your heart raced at these words. Despite the joy and lightness of the moment, you felt a certain tension. You knew you had to tell Mark the truth about the party. Yet you feared his reaction and the possible consequences.

"I love you too, Mark," you said softly. "And I can't wait to fall asleep in your arms again."

The conversation ended with mutual kisses to the camera and promises to talk again soon. You put the phone aside and stroked Elvis, who snuggled up to you, purring. In your head, thoughts turned to the coming days and what you would tell Mark upon his return.

The silence of the room enveloped Mark in an unfamiliar strangeness as he sat alone on the soft sofa in the apartment that had once been a home full of love and shared dreams. The trip to Japan he had taken with Joseph and his father was behind him, but the return to these spaces, saturated with so many memories, was different - heavier, as if the air itself had taken on the weight of his concerns.

The familiar key felt like a betrayal in the lock as he turned it, hoping to surprise you, to taste the joy of reunion. But the joy was absent, dissipated among the messages that rained down like cold rain on his soul - messages about you and Mingyu.

You were bound by your duties at the hospital, and so Mark was left alone, with a heart beating in silence in a living room that suddenly seemed too wide and empty. Then, a small comfort in the form of Elvis, your faithful four-legged friend, who jumped softly onto the sofa with him. Mark's fingers automatically ran through the soft fur of the dog, but his gaze was distant, pierced by a pain that went deeper than the surface of memories.

He felt betrayed, hurt, his soul churned by an anger he couldn't tame. How could it be that you, his great love, had returned to Mingyu in the shadow of his absence? Had he ignored the signs, the warnings of intuition that now stood so clearly before him in the quiet catastrophe of the moment?

In his mind, he searched for scenes from the past where Mingyu was present in your relationship in some way.

Memory 1 - At your bookshelf

Mark stood in front of your bookshelf, holding a signed copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Being." He turned the book over and read the dedication: "For Y/n, in memory of unforgettable times. - Milan Kundera." He frowned and turned to you as you entered the room.

"Dudeeee... when did you get Milan Kundera's signature?" Mark asked in surprise.

You sat at your desk, smiled, and replied without looking up, "Oh, that book? It was a gift from Mingyu. He somehow knew the author and got it for me."

Mark felt a sting of jealousy, although he did his best not to show it. "Really? Mingyu did that for you?" he asked, his smile a bit forced.

You noticed his uncertain tone, looked up, and smiled gently. "Yes, it was when he was on a business trip in Paris. He knew I was a big fan."

Mark put the book back on the shelf, his heart beating a little faster. "I didn't know Mingyu was such a literature connoisseur," he added, trying to joke to lighten the mood.

You laughed. "Oh, he wasn't really. He just knew he was my favorite author and did that just for me. You know what it's like when you want to make someone happy."

Mark nodded, trying to hide his growing insecurity. "Yeah, I get it. Nice that he could make you happy like that back then."

Memory 2 – In Your Wardrobe with a Heated Twist

In your cozy apartment, Mark waited patiently in the living room. He sat on the sofa, texting with the guys, while you were in the bedroom getting ready for the evening with your group of friends. He wore a casual black oversized hoodie with a black jacket and black cargo pants. You, on the other hand, tried to match your outfit to his and chose a black turtleneck sweater, over which you wore a white-gray winter jacket with fur lining and black jeans. You also wrapped a dark scarf with a large letter "H" around your neck.

Suddenly, Mark's gaze landed on you as you stepped out of the bedroom. Your scarf immediately caught his eye. "That's a nice scarf," he commented, "I've never seen it before. When did you get it?"

You looked down at yourself and stroked the fabric of the scarf. "Oh, this scarf? I've had it for a while," you explained, "A friend gave it to me a long time ago."

Mark, unable to hide a hint of curiosity in his voice, probed further: "A friend?"

"Yes," you answered with a smile that radiated a mix of nostalgia and presentness. "An old school friend. But that was a long time ago."

Later that day, at the gathering with friends, Hanni made a remark that caught Mark's attention. "Oh, Y/n, I remember Mingyu Oppa gave you that scarf, right?" she said loudly.

Mark felt a sensation of discomfort and confusion rising within him. He threw you a questioning look, his eyes searching for an explanation.

You tensed up and tried to lighten the mood. "Oh, Hanni, you have an elephant's memory," you laughed. "But yes, that was back in our school days."

On the ride home, Mark couldn't help but bring up the topic again. "Why didn't you just tell me the truth? Why did you say the scarf was from an 'old friend'?" he asked, his voice wavering between sarcasm and vulnerability.

At first, you tried to stay calm but became increasingly annoyed. "Because I knew exactly how you would react, Mark. It's just a scarf."

"But it's not 'just a scarf,' Y/n. It's a part of your past with Mingyu. And now I'm fucking wondering what else here is from him," Mark retorted, his voice rising.

"Mark, that's ridiculous. You're making a mountain out of a molehill," you countered, visibly frustrated.

"Is it ridiculous, Y/n? Man... Is it ridiculous to wonder if you still think of him?" Mark countered, the tension palpable between you.

"You don't get it, Mark. It's in the past. Mingyu means nothing to me anymore," you tried to explain, your voice tinged with frustration.

"Well, but it seems like he still has a place in your heart. I don't understand why you keep these fucking memories," Mark responded, his words laden with hurt.

"You're being unfair, Mark. I'm not holding on to Mingyu. They're just objects, not feelings," you replied, now also raising your voice.

"But they're objects that remind you of him!!! Why keep them if they mean nothing?!" Mark insisted, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

You sighed deeply and leaned back in your seat. "Because I like this scarf, Mark. That doesn't mean I have feelings for him."

Mark shook his head. "I don't know what to believe, Y/n. You didn't tell me the whole truth about the scarf. Damn, who knows what else you've kept from me."

The words hung heavily in the air, laden with mistrust and uncertainty. You struggled with tears welling up in your eyes. "I've never hidden anything important from you, Mark. I love you, that should count for something."

The tense atmosphere in the car thickened as Mark made this remark. "Maybe you're right, Y/n. I do love you, yes. But now I'm not so sure if you love me as much as I love you."

You looked at him with furrowed brows and slightly parted lips, stunned. His words struck you hard. Your voice trembled with hurt. "How can you say that, Mark? After everything we've been through?"

Mark gave you a fleeting glance, his expression unreadable. "I don't know, Y/n. All I know is that I'm not sure where I stand since I found out about Mingyu."

Your heart ached at his words. "You're first for me, Mark. Always. Mingyu is the past. You're my present and my future," you whispered, your voice choked with tears.

"I want to believe that, Y/n. I really do, but..." Mark trailed off, clearly wrestling with his own doubts.

The air between you was now permeated with a sense of estrangement, a mix of pain and misunderstanding. You felt helpless, unable to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened up between you.

Finally, Mark parked the car in front of your apartment. He looked at you, his eyes full of unresolved questions. You felt nothing but disappointment and frustration and, before you could think further, your instinctive actions took over. "So you don't know how much I love you, all because of this damned scarf?" you asked.

Mark, confused and concerned, watched as you hastily searched in the glove compartment. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Without a word, you continued rummaging and finally pulled out a pair of scissors. Holding up the scarf, your eyes sparkled defiantly. "Then watch this," you said firmly.

Mark, now even more worried, watched as you set the scissors to the scarf and cut it decisively. Each cut seemed like a symbolic severing from your past.

After you were done, you threw the pieces of the scarf onto the back seat and took a deep breath. "There, Mark, see? The scarf means nothing to me. You mean everything. I hope this proves it to you."

Mark looked at you, his eyes a mix of surprise and admiration. "Y/n, that... that wasn't necessary," he whispered. "I... I believe you. I'm sorry."

You looked deep into his eyes, your own shining with the intensity of the moment. "Mark, please never doubt my love for you again," you implored, your voice trembling with emotion.

Mark slowly nodded, his hand seeking yours. "I promise, Y/n. I just..." he started, but before he could finish his thoughts, you silenced him with a gentle, yet firm kiss.

Taken aback by your sudden gesture, he hesitated for a moment but then took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

In this kiss, you both set aside all your sorrows and conflicts. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, as if to erase every trace of doubt and uncertainty. It was a kiss that testified to passion and an emotionally charged connection.

As you parted, you gave Mark a confident smile. "Believe me, this is just the beginning of what I would do to prove my love to you."

Mark's eyes sparkled with desire, and he responded with a hint of humor, "Oh, that's a promise I will definitely hold you to."

You gently leaned your forehead against Mark's, your gazes lost in each other, forgetting the world around you. Your breathing was still accelerated, a silent witness to the intensity of your kiss.

Mark tenderly stroked your cheek with his fingers, a loving smile playing on his lips. "Y/n, you make my heart sing," he whispered, the tenderness in his voice unmistakable.

You looked at Mark with eyes full of lust and longing. So far, you had not progressed beyond your make-out sessions. Due to Mark's upbringing in a religious household, he had always shied away from going further. But the moment had come when you could no longer wait to have him completely. You leaned closer to him and whispered in a voice equally filled with desperate longing, "I need more of you, Mark. Much more."

Mark's heartbeat noticeably quickened at your words. He swallowed hard, his eyes reflecting the internal struggle raging within him. On one hand, there was his deep religious conviction that had always accompanied him, and on the other, the irresistible woman he loved more than anything in this world.

He took a deep breath, his thoughts swirling. The attraction to you was admittedly overwhelming, yet he simultaneously felt the conflict with his moral principles. It was a battle between heart and belief, between passion and principles.

You noticed Mark's familiar hesitation, touched his face gently, and looked deep into his eyes. "It's okay, Mark," you said softly, "I'm here with you, in this moment, with you. That's all that matters."

In Mark's eyes, a storm of emotions raged, but also a growing resolve. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he gave in to his heart and let himself be carried away by the intensity of your proximity. He took your hand and led you into a new depth of your shared passion.

Mark leaned in, your face in his hands, and kissed you deeper and more passionately than before. The kiss was an intense promise, a connection that went far beyond words. It was an expression of your shared passion, your unspoken desires, and the deep bond that existed between you.

After you separated, Mark looked at you with a glowing gaze. With a voice both deep and full of longing, he whispered, "Let's go home and... well, you know… Like… We can... continue our conversation there."

You recognized the sparkle in Mark's eyes and the slight smile playing on his lips. You returned his smile and nodded, your own excitement and anticipation reflected in your face.

With these thoughts, Mark sat alone on your sofa, surrounded by the silence of the room. His mind drifted back to those memories he had shared with you – memories marked both by Mingyu's indelible traces in your life and the deep emotions of your first intense argument, as well as your first time making love together.

Mark sat on your sofa, his fingers nervously interlocked. As you opened the door and entered, his heart pounded wildly – a chaotic mix of longing and gnawing uncertainty. Despite the warm light filling the apartment, there was an icy chill in the air.

You immediately noticed that something was off. It was like your ability to sense people's inner moods and discern what was happening through the energy of the environment. You cautiously sat down next to him. "Mark, what's wrong? You seem so... distant."

Mark slowly turned his head towards you, his eyes full of sorrow, but also accusation. "Y/n, I've been thinking. About us. About what we mean to each other... or fucking apparently not."

He swore. Mark only swore when he was angry. Very angry. The rift between you was tangible and painful. You touched his hand, seeking the connection you always felt. "Mark, I don't understand. We love each other, right?"

Mark withdrew from your touch, his voice a mix of resignation and bitterness. "Love, Y/n? I'm starting to wonder if our love is just a beautiful lie we tell ourselves."

You were surprised and troubled, searching for words. "Mark, talk to me. What does this mean?"

Mark fixed you with a penetrating gaze. "I know about Mingyu, Y/n. About that night, your fucking meeting. Why didn't you tell me?"

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. How did he find out before you could speak to him first? "Mark, that... it wasn't what it seems. I... I made a mistake." The mistake was not leaving the party earlier and lying to him.

Mark laughed sarcastically, his laughter tinged with bitterness. "A mistake? So it's true. You lied to me?... You were with him while I was away?"

You searched for the right words. "Mark, please, listen to me. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I was confused, lost. But it meant nothing."

Mark shook his head, tears in his eyes. "How can I believe you, Y/n? How can I fucking trust you when you go behind my back like this?"

Tears in your eyes, you stood up and approached him. "Mark, please, we can get through this… I… love you."

Mark also stood up, his look a storm of hurt and cynicism. "Love? Oh my god… And you think your lies are love?"

You were desperate, trying to reach him. "It's not over, Mark… We can talk about it… Please, don't let us end like this."

Mark, his gaze full of sorrow and determination, turned to the door. "Maybe it was always the end, Y/n. An illusion we… I had."

You followed him pleadingly and crying. "Mark, please, don't leave. I need you."

Mark stopped, turned around, and looked at you, his eyes full of pain and resolve. "No, Y/n. You don't need me. You need the illusion you've made of me to fill Mingyu's gap."

He left the apartment, leaving you behind – broken, alone, surrounded by the deafening silence of his absence. Mark was gone, and the realization that your love might never be what it once was tore at your heart.

In the weeks and months following your painful breakup, Mark and you were like shadows of yourselves, crossing paths accidentally in the streets of the city. It was as if fate kept bringing you together in moments marked by bittersweet irony.

Once, in your cozy favorite café, surrounded by the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of other guests, you sat at a small table near the window. Your laptop was open, and you tried to focus on your work, but your thoughts kept drifting away. It was the place where you had spent so many hours with Mark, filled with laughter and deep conversations. Today, however, you sat alone.

As the café door opened, Mark entered, his eyes immediately fixed on his phone. He seemed in a hurry, just out for a quick coffee. He ordered at the counter without looking up and then sat at a table on the opposite side of the room. His entire attention was still on his phone. You felt your heart skip a beat as you recognized him. A flood of emotions washed over you – surprise, hope, but also pain.

Mark, aware of his surroundings, carefully avoided looking in your direction. It was as if he was building an invisible wall between you. You wondered if he had noticed you, if he was deliberately keeping his distance. You felt the urge to stand up, go to him, say something, but uncertainty held you back. What if he rejected you? What if he really had erased you from his life?

Mark held his phone up as if using it as a shield to hide from the world – or perhaps specifically from you. He looked tense, almost as if he expected something to happen at any moment. Despite his obvious effort to distract himself, he occasionally glanced up and scanned the room, but never in your direction.

You, deep in thought, felt a mix of longing and resignation. You wanted to bridge the gap between you but feared possible rejection. Your fingers trembled slightly as you tried to refocus on your laptop screen, but the letters blurred before your eyes.

As Mark finally stood up, leaving his coffee almost untouched, you cast one last glance at him. He left the café quickly, still engrossed in his phone, without looking back. In that moment, you felt lost and alone, surrounded by the ghosts of past memories in a café that once was a place of joy and togetherness. You remained, surrounded by the silence Mark had left behind.

Another time, in the fresh morning air of a sunny day, you jogged through the green, peaceful park nearby. Your steps were steady as you tried to distract yourself from thoughts of recent events. As you rounded a curve, you spotted a familiar figure in the distance - Mark, also jogging. Your heart began to beat faster, not just because of the physical exertion.

Mark, lost in his own world with headphones firmly in his ears, seemed not to notice you at first. As your paths crossed, he briefly looked up and recognized you immediately. Despite the reunion, he avoided any eye contact and instead quickened his pace, as if trying to escape the moment. It was as if he was trying to deny your existence, a behavior that deeply affected you.

You felt a sting of disappointment and pain. You remembered times when his face lit up whenever he saw you unexpectedly. Now, however, there was only silence and distance. You struggled with the feeling of rejection that Mark's behavior caused in you and wondered what was going on in his mind. Had he really erased you from his life so easily?

The silence between you was loud in your ears as you continued running, your gaze fixed ahead. You felt the urge to speak to him, say something, but held back. You respected his apparent desire for distance, even though it broke your heart.

After you had jogged past each other, you risked one last glance over your shoulder. Mark continued running as if nothing had happened, as if you were just a stranger on his path. This behavior left you feeling empty and full of questions. Was your relationship really so meaningless to him? Or was this his way of coping with the pain? Confused and hurt, you continued jogging as the sun continued to shine over the tranquil park.

Another time, at a lively party amid a tangle of music, laughter, and clinking glasses, you and Mark, surrounded by mutual friends, found yourselves in the same environment again. The atmosphere was lively, but there was a palpable tension between you. Mark, mingling with a group of friends, occasionally glanced in your direction, always careful to avoid direct eye contact. His demeanor was reserved, almost as if he was hiding behind a facade of cheerfulness.

You, staying in another corner of the room, felt Mark's presence in every fiber of your being. Memories of your time together were omnipresent, making your heart beat faster, yet you also felt hurt by Mark's deliberate ignorance. You tried to focus on the conversations around you, but your thoughts inevitably revolved around Mark.

Haechan and Karina, both noticing the situation, exchanged concerned glances. Haechan cautiously approached Mark, possibly to persuade him to break the ice. "Mark, have you seen y/n? She looks great tonight, don't you think?" Haechan asked casually, but Mark evaded the question. "I haven't really paid attention," he replied, his voice tense.

Karina, on the other hand, joined you and whispered encouraging words. "Don't let him get you down. You're strong, and you deserve to have fun, no matter what happens."

As the evening progressed, the tension increased, especially as alcohol lowered the inhibitions of some guests. Several friends, who knew the story of you and Mark, insisted that you should talk to each other. You felt torn. On one hand, you longed to bridge the gap, but on the other, you feared the emotional vulnerability such a conversation could bring.

Mark, meanwhile, seemed to grow more restless with each glass he drank. His glances towards you became more frequent, yet he made no move towards you. His pride and fear of appearing vulnerable held him back. Deep inside, he battled with the desire to make amends for the past and the fear of being rejected again.

As the night wore on, the expected confrontation did not happen. Both of you, surrounded by your friends, found yourselves in an emotional limbo, caught between what once was and the uncertainty of what could be.

In the turmoil of your broken relationship, surrounded by unspoken words and unresolved conflicts, you had always held back from proactively seeking reconciliation with Mark. Your decision to wait for an apology from him was deeply rooted in the painful moments of your falling out. Each time you accidentally encountered Mark, whether in the café, jogging in the park, or at mutual friends' parties, and he persistently ignored you, this reinforced your belief that your feelings and hopes for reconciliation were one-sided. His inability to look you in the eyes, his avoidance of any contact, left you with the bitter thought that your love, despite all its depth and intensity, was not enough to bridge the gap between you.

For Mark, these encounters were a constant source of internal conflict. His behavior towards you was not solely influenced by his belief in your supposed betrayal but also by deep-seated feelings of guilt he carried within. A dark secret, known only to him and God, weighed heavily on his conscience. This hidden burden, which he shared with no one, colored his perception of you and your shared past. In his confusion and the pain caused by his secret, he found himself unable to face you and ask for forgiveness. Thus, he remained trapped in his silence, driven by the fear that revealing his secret would not only destroy him but also the fragile connection to you irrevocably.

In this maelstrom of trust, change, and rekindled hope, Mark and you stood on the threshold of an unknown chapter, driven by the insatiable desire to piece together the puzzle pieces of your past into a picture of the future. With hearts heavy with unspoken words and gazes that held deeper secrets than the seas, you were unaware that an impending revelation, as shocking and unexpected as a bolt from the blue, threatened to unite your worlds in a fireworks display of emotions, blurring the lines between past and future, love and passion, truth and deception forever.

10 - Broken Melodies and Hidden Truths

In the early morning hours, as the first rays of sun gently broke through the clouds, Hanni reached for her phone. Her heart beat restlessly as she dialed Mark's number - the man she secretly loved, but who only saw her as a good friend. She had carefully prepared her plan, a plan marked by unrequited feelings and hidden intentions.

Mark, still in Japan and oblivious to the impending storm, was surprised to see Hanni's name on his phone's display. "Hanni? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" His voice was marked with concern, reflecting in his tired eyes.

Hanni hesitated for a moment, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. "Mark, it's about Y/n. I found out... she was with Mingyu. At a party." She swallowed hard as she spoke the words that tore her inside.

Mark immediately felt a change in the atmosphere. "Mingyu? Are you sure?" Disbelief mixed with a sting of betrayal in his voice.

"I got photos, anonymously," Hanni continued, her voice now firmer, determined to reveal the truth. "It doesn't look good, Mark."

Mark felt his heart skip a beat. "Photos? Can you send them to me?" His voice trembled as he sat up in bed, his gaze fixed on the phone.

Hanni sent the photos she had secretly taken and manipulated to portray you and Mingyu in a compromising light. They were pictures of the dance, carefully chosen to suggest familiarity and intimacy.

As Mark looked at the photos on his phone, he felt a pain shoot through his heart. He saw you and Mingyu, closely entwined, in a moment that revealed too much. "How... How did this happen?" His voice broke.

Hanni, seizing this opportunity, said softly, "I don't know, Mark. But I thought you should know. I'm worried about you."

Mark leaned back, his thoughts swirling chaotically. "Thanks, Hanni. I need to think about this." His voice was now a whisper, as if speaking to himself.

After hanging up, Hanni looked out the window, feeling a mix of triumph and pain. She had implemented her plan, but at what cost? Her unrequited feelings for Mark had driven her to this step, yet at the same time, she felt torn between her loyalty to Mark and the fact that she had twisted the truth.

Mark, on the other hand, sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the images. The message from Hanni and the photos echoed in his head, awakening a storm of emotions: doubt, betrayal, pain. You and Mingyu? The idea alone constricted his throat. He felt his trust in you faltering, yet a part of him fought against it, wanting to hold on to the love and trust you two had shared.

Days after the breakup, Mark decided to stay in his family's holiday home to clear up his mind. In the deceptive silence of the holiday home, surrounded by the gentle rustling of trees and the distant melody of the sea, Mark Lee, broken and lost, found refuge. He had distanced himself from the city, from the world you had taken from him – and with it, a part of his heart. In the shadowy halls of his parents' old vacation home, he sought peace, a peace that stubbornly eluded him.

In the silence of his isolation, he met her – a young woman in the neighboring holiday home, whose energy was strangely familiar yet so foreign. Her smile reminded him of you, her laughter an echo from a world that was no longer his. Day by day, their paths crossed, chance encounters that gradually became conversations, moments of escape from his own reality.

One night, deeper into the bottles of oblivion, they found themselves together in the garden. The stars twinkled indifferently above them, as alcohol enveloped Mark in a fog of illusion and longing. The girl before him transformed into you, her contours blurred, her voice became the one he so desperately missed.

Driven by pain and desire, he let himself be seduced by the illusion, by the fleeting feeling of holding you in his arms again. Their lips met in a kiss marked by forbidden sweetness and deep betrayal. In the warmth of her embrace, in the intoxication of the night, Mark almost completely lost himself.

But in the moment when reality threatened to blur, when the longing peaked, a sudden clarity broke through the fog. Mark realized that it was not you holding him, but a stranger. Shocked and confused, he pulled away, stammered an apology, and fled into the darkness of his holiday home.

In the loneliness of his room, enveloped by the cold night, Mark felt crushed by the weight of his betrayal. It was as if he had lost you again, as if he had broken your heart a second time. The guilt and shame burned in him like an inextinguishable fire, a secret that he shared with no one, not even God.

In the following days, Mark buried his feelings deep within, a pain that rendered him mute and distant. He returned to the city, to a world that now appeared empty and meaningless. Encounters with you, whether accidental in the café, in the park, or at parties, became an ordeal of his guilt. He avoided your gaze, your proximity, fearing his feelings might betray what he had done.

You were, oblivious to Mark's torment. Therefore, you didn't understand his distance, only felt the coldness that spread between you. And Mark, trapped in his own prison of guilt and shame, found no way out, no way back to you. Thus, you remained, separated by invisible walls, marked by a love that once was, and a secret that changed everything.

11 - Echoes of Tension in the Penthouse

2 months later today

In Johnny's luxurious penthouse, high above the city, there was a busy yet tense atmosphere. The gathering of old friends was supposed to be a joyous event, but an underlying tension was palpable, like a soft whisper between the walls.

Johnny, as the perfect host, had been busy in the kitchen since the early afternoon. His passion for cooking was unmistakable as he enthusiastically conjured up his specialties. He directed Haechan and Jaemin, who were actively assisting him. "Pay attention to the size of the vegetable cuts, guys. We're not making a salad, but a delicacy!" Johnny called out with a laugh. Haechan jokingly replied, "Chef Johnny, don't worry, we're your most capable sous-chefs!" Jaemin's laughter mixed with the clattering of pots, a pleasant contrast to the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Karina and Minji were busy transforming the dining room into a cozy oasis. They draped elegant tablecloths and carefully arranged flowers and candles. "These peonies are simply enchanting, aren't they, Minji?" said Karina, as she set up a vase with the delicate blooms. Minji nodded in agreement: "Yes, they bring color and life into the room. Hopefully, they'll lighten the mood a bit."

On the terrace, a relaxed atmosphere prevailed as Yuta, Jungwoo, and Hanni prepared the grill. "Now we'll see who can really grill!" Yuta challenged. Jungwoo replied with a laugh, "Sure, Yuta, as long as you don't burn everything again!" Hanni shook her head amusedly and added, "As long as the food is edible, I'm happy."

In a secluded area of the penthouse, Mark and you experienced an awkward interaction. Your conversations were marked by embarrassment and restraint. "How... how are you, y/n?" asked Mark with a voice that could barely hide his inner turmoil. You replied with a certain distance, "Quite well, thanks. And you?" Your eyes briefly sought Mark's, who quickly looked away.

Winter and Jaehyun joined you. "You both look great tonight," Jaehyun remarked with an encouraging smile. Winter added, "Yes, really. It's nice to see you both again." Mark responded curtly, "Thanks, Jaehyun, Hanni. Nice to see you too." You just nodded, your thoughts seeming far away.

Your encounter with Mark that evening was marked by embarrassment and distance. You found yourselves in an uncomfortable situation.

Jaehyun, Winter, and Mark stood together, their conversation accompanied by a superficial cheerfulness that couldn't quite hide the underlying currents. Mark, whose eyes involuntarily wandered to you again and again, visibly struggled with his internal conflict. Although you tried to immerse yourself in the group dynamics, you appeared distracted, your responses often absent-minded.

In a moment of silence that spread among the group, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself politely. "Excuse me, please, I... I'd like to go to the kitchen and help Haechan," you said with a voice that revealed a mix of determination and a flight reflex. Jaehyun and Winter nodded understandingly, while Mark only cast a brief glance at you before turning away.

At the same time, Mark excused himself from Jaehyun and Winter. "I'm going to check on Yuta, Jungwoo, and Hanni," he said, his voice striving for indifference. As he approached the terrace, where the cheerful laughter and the crackling of the grill filled the air, he felt as if he was stepping into another world – away from the heaviness of his heart and the shadows of the past.

Upon arrival, Mark joined the convivial group. "How's the grilling going?" he asked, hoping to hide his inner unrest behind a veil of normality. Yuta, always ready for a joke, answered, "Better than you think. We haven't burned anything yet!" His laughter was contagious, and for a moment, Mark allowed himself to be immersed in the lightness of the moment.

In the lively kitchen of Johnny's penthouse, where the clinking of dishes and the buzz of conversations filled the air, you diligently helped prepare the food. Haechan and Jaemin, bustling around with Johnny in the kitchen, created a cheerful atmosphere, marked by their playful and mischievous dialogues.

"Y/n, I hope you're ready for the ultimate cooking challenge!" Haechan called out with a mischievous smile, dancing through the kitchen with a spoon in hand.

Haechan always managed to make you laugh: "Bring it on, Haechan! But be warned, I have a few secret weapons up my sleeve."

Jaemin, standing next to you, joined in and said, "Secret weapons? I hope it's not tears from cutting onions!" He winked at you while playfully tossing an onion in the air.

Johnny, stirring a pan at the stove, shook his head with a smile. "You two are incorrigible. Y/n, I hope you can bring some order to these two clowns."

You playfully raised your eyebrows, pretending to be strict. "Don't worry, Johnny. I've got everything under control. You should see me in the hospital. Haechan, Jaemin, are you ready for my strict instructions?" Your voice was humorous and teasing.

Haechan pretended to be deeply impressed. "Oh, we're shaking in our boots, y/n! Your strict instructions will surely elevate our culinary talent to the next level!"

Jaemin laughed and added, "Exactly! And if we fail, we'll just blame Johnny. After all, he's the head chef here!" He winked at Johnny, who then pretended to be outraged.

"Very funny, you two. But remember, at the end of the day, I'm the one who controls the knives," Johnny said laughing, skillfully twirling a kitchen knife over his finger.

Jaemin, impressed by Johnny's knife skills, giggled and cast a playful glance at you. "See, y/n, this is true art! Not like Mark's attempt to cook last time at the holiday house – that was more... well, 'adventurous.'"

You, who were chopping vegetables, paused and looked up curiously. "Mark's cooking attempt at the holiday house? When was that?"

Jaemin, suddenly realizing he might have said too much, coughed awkwardly. "Uh, that was... you know, Mark had this... um... 'company' at the holiday house. They cooked together. Well, or rather tried to cook."

Haechan, noticing the embarrassment in Jaemin's voice, quickly jumped in to change the subject. "So, y/n, how about your dressing for the salad? Are you ready to show us all how it's done?"

In the vibrant atmosphere of the kitchen, the boys noticed the sudden change in your facial expression – anger, curiosity, and disappointment. Johnny, aware of his role as host, quickly tried to change the subject.

"Hey y/n, have you seen the new kitchen machine yet? It can even talk! Says things like 'Your dough is ready' or 'Please add more flour.'" He grinned, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jaemin, still a bit embarrassed about his faux pas, hastily added, "Yeah, and just wait until you see how Johnny handles it. It's like a dance show. Johnny and the kitchen machine – an unbeatable duo!"

But your thoughts were still circling around Jaemin's accidental revelation. You were not so easily distracted. You put down the kitchen knife and looked directly at Jaemin. "Jaemin, wait. What did you mean by 'company'? Tell me more about it. What happened at the holiday house?"

The boys exchanged worried glances. Haechan cleared his throat, trying again to defuse the situation: "Y/n, we really should focus on the dinner. We have so much to do, and the others-"

"Haechan, enough. I want to know the truth. What are you trying to hide? Spit it out, now!" You interrupted Haechan. Your voice was firm and left no room for excuses.

The boys, surprised and slightly intimidated by your sudden resolve, exchanged uncertain looks. Jaemin, feeling cornered, stuttered, "Um, y/n, I meant... well, Mark was at the holiday house, and he... he tried to bake a recipe for 'love cake.' It was more... well, a little disaster!" He smiled painfully.

On the terrace of Johnny's penthouse, surrounded by the gentle evening breeze and the soothing sound of grilling, Mark found a moment of distraction from his inner conflicts. Yuta, Jungwoo, and Hanni, in a cheerful mood, joked and laughed as they prepared the food.

"Mark, you have to try how Jungwoo grills the steaks. He claims he has a secret technique!" Yuta called out, opening a beer and toasting to Mark.

Jungwoo, with a broad grin, added: "Absolutely, my grilling skills are legendary. Maybe I should write a cookbook: 'Jungwoo's Grilling Secrets' – potential bestseller!"

Hanni, who was just laying vegetable skewers on the grill, laughed and chimed in: "Only if you add a chapter about 'How to Avoid Fires.' We all remember last time!"

The group burst into laughter, and Mark, briefly detached from his worries, smiled. "I bet I could contribute a few tips to your cookbook. How about 'Grilling for Dummies' by Mark Lee?"

The laughter grew louder, and for a moment, Mark felt light and carefree again. The joy and laughter of his friends were contagious, and he let himself be carried away by the carefree atmosphere.

Yuta, operating the grill with an expertise that underscored his confident chatter, joked: "Mark, we could form a duo: 'The Grill Masters of the Penthouse.' Our signature: Perfectly grilled steaks and a touch of chaos."

Jungwoo, casually laying another skewer on the grill, said: "And don't forget, we have to make extra room for Mingyu. He's coming to dinner too."

Mark, who had just taken a sip of his beer, almost choked. "Mingyu?" he asked, surprised.

Hanni, noticing Mark's reaction, added with a hint of mischief in her voice: "Yes, Mingyu was invited by y/n. They've been spending more time together lately."

Mark's pulse quickened suddenly. "Invited by y/n?" he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper, as he tried to control his burgeoning emotions.

Yuta, noticing Mark's confusion, looked at him questioningly. "Didn't you know, Mark? Mingyu and y/n, they've become pretty good friends now."

Jungwoo, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they seem to really get along well. That's nice, isn't it?"

These words hit Mark like a blow. The idea of you and Mingyu reconnecting hit him hard internally. He felt betrayed and deceived, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way. His grip on the beer bottle tightened as he tried to suppress his growing anger.

Mark tried to stay calm, but his thoughts were racing. "They're friends? Since when?" he asked, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

Yuta and Jungwoo exchanged uncertain looks, surprised by Mark's reaction. "Um, for a while, I think. They've met a few times and get along well," Jungwoo explained cautiously.

At that moment, Mark felt a wave of jealousy and incomprehension rising within him. Why had he missed this? And why did it affect him so deeply?

In the heated atmosphere of the kitchen, you felt a wave of anger and disappointment rising within you. The revelation about Mark's supposed affair at the holiday house made you seethe with rage. Without another word, you left the kitchen, your steps firm and determined.

Your heart was pounding with excitement and anger, while your thoughts swirled. 'How could Mark do such a thing? And he branded me a cheater?' you thought, as you moved through the corridors of the penthouse, driven by the need for a confrontation.

Meanwhile, on the terrace, Mark felt a similar wave of emotions. The news that you had invited Mingyu hit him hard. You had repeatedly convinced him there was nothing between you, but you still couldn't let go of him? With a feeling of anger and incomprehension, he left the terrace and headed into the penthouse, determined to confront you.

When you met in the living room, the air crackled with tension. Your eyes met, and in that moment, the pent-up anger exploded in a burst of emotions.

You: 'You had an affair at the holiday house?' Mark: 'You invited Mingyu?' Your voices overlapped in the charged atmosphere.

Mark, surprised by your knowledge of the holiday house, looked at you confused. 'How do you know about the holiday house? Who told you?'

'It doesn't matter! You cheated on me, that's what this is about!' Your voice wavered between outrage and hurt.

Mark, feeling both guilty and defensive, said, 'That... that wasn't anything important... We were separated at that time. I felt lonely,' his voice trembling slightly with mixed emotions.

'Separated? That doesn't justify what you did. You accused me of being unfaithful, while you...' Your voice broke with emotion. You struggled to hold back your burgeoning tears.

Mark felt his own anger and disappointment building. 'And what about you and Mingyu? You've been meeting him over the past months. I thought there was fucking nothing between you two?' His voice sounded accusatory, tinged with a sense of betrayal.

You took a deep breath, your eyes flashing with anger. 'Mingyu is just a friend, okay? Unlike you, I have nothing to hide. You cheated on me and then accused me!' Your words were like arrows, aiming to hit Mark.

Mark shook his head, his eyes showing a mix of pain and incomprehension. 'I never cheated on you. What happened at the holiday house was a mistake, a moment of weakness… For God's sake, we weren't even together at that time... But you... you invite Mingyu here as if nothing happened in the past?'

Both of you stood opposite each other, your words electrifying the air between you. Each accusation, each allegation, added further cracks to an already fragile relationship.

The others in the room, who witnessed this confrontation, felt torn between concern and the desire to intervene. Haechan stepped in first, a half-amused, half-concerned smile on his lips. 'Wow, I thought we were here for dinner, not a reality TV show,' he commented, trying to forcibly lighten the mood.

Jaemin followed him, 'Should we get popcorn, Haechan? This is more exciting than any Marvel movie,' he joked, although his eyes betrayed a hint of guilty concern.

Despite the others' light remarks, the atmosphere between Mark and you remained tense and electrically charged. Mark's face was a picture of internal struggle, his eyes sparkled with a mix of pain and confusion.

'I invite whoever I want, Mark. It's none of your business. You had your... adventure, and I have the right to live my life the way I want to,' you retorted sharply, your voice vibrating with suppressed anger.

Mark took a deep breath, his jaw muscles tensed. 'An adventure? Is that what you call it? I made a fucking mistake, yes. But you, you seem to have completely forgotten what we had… Mingyu, dude… really?'

Yuta, also in the room, cast a worried glance at Jungwoo. 'This is escalating faster than I thought,' he murmured quietly.

Meanwhile, Hanni, the silent observer, sat at the edge of the room, her eyes fixed on Mark and you. In her eyes was a hint of guilt, mixed with a trace of regret.

'It's not about what we had, Mark. It's about what you did and how you accused me,' you replied, your words emphatic and clear.

Mark, visibly struck by your words, searched for a response, his forehead furrowed. 'I... I had reasons to doubt. Everything I saw and heard pointed to it,' he replied, barely able to hide the uncertainty in his voice.

You shook your head, your eyes sparkling with disappointment. 'You only saw what you wanted to see, Mark. You let your own insecurities guide you instead of trusting me.'

The others in the room watched the exchange silently, the atmosphere charged with unspoken words and suppressed feelings.

Hanni, whose eyes wandered between Mark and you, seemed to want to say something but hesitated to intervene.

Mark clenched his fists, visibly struggling with his emotions. 'Maybe I overreacted back then, but you can't deny that Mingyu plays a role in all this... Why has he become so important to you?'

You took a deep breath, your voice firm as you answered. 'Mingyu deserves a chance, Mark. A chance to remain a friend. He was there for me when you weren't.'

'Was Mingyu still in your life when we... you know, on New Year's Eve?' His words were heavy, tinged with a hint of anger and accusation.

The others in the room, surprised by Mark's direct question, exchanged confused glances. The silence was now filled with a new level of tension as everyone waited for your response.

Your voice, too, was tinged with anger and hurt. 'Why does that matter, Mark? And why did you even come to me on New Year's Eve if you obviously found another girl to sleep with?' you challenged, your words concealing a hint of injury.

Mark, visibly struck by your pointed words, countered with a bitter undertone in his voice. 'It seems like you have no problem replacing me, y/n. Or was Mingyu just a quick consolation?'

The others in the room, now witnesses to this heated exchange, didn't know how to react. Haechan, Karina, Johnny, Winter, and Jaehyun exchanged worried glances, sensing that the situation might spiral out of control.

You, however, showed no signs of backing down easily. Your words were sharp and tinged with biting sarcasm. 'Mingyu is a good friend, Mark. At least he wouldn’t accuse me without reason, like you did.'

Mark, whose expression was a mix of frustration and disbelief, promptly retorted. 'A good friend, huh? I wonder how a former lover suddenly becomes just a 'good friend.' Sounds like a pretty quick transition to me.' His words were laced with skepticism and a hint of bitter sarcasm.

'Yes, Mark, it's like magic. Lover today, friend tomorrow. One just needs to put in the effort to understand – something you're incapable of.' Your tone was mocking, a blend of anger and hurt.

Jaemin couldn't help but laugh at your comment, but the warning glances of the others quickly silenced him. They all recognized that the argument between you and Mark was leading nowhere.

Mark’s expression shifted for a moment when he heard your sarcastic remark.

A brief, crooked smile crossed his face before he responded just as mockingly. 'Oh, y/n, if only it were so damn simple... Maybe I should also learn magic to change feelings overnight. Do you offer courses in that?' His tone was light and suggestive, despite the gravity of the situation.

Amidst the tense silence of the room, Haechan raised his voice, intending to calm both of you down. 'Guys, we’re not here to reopen old wounds. Let’s settle this without hurting each other.'

Karina stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. 'Y/n, come on, let’s go to another room and talk about this. It’s pointless to hash this out here.'

Johnny turned to Mark. 'Mark, dude, let’s cool down a bit, okay? We don’t want this to escalate.'

Jaehyun and Winter, observing the tense situation, also did their best to calm things down. 'Mark, y/n, this is pointless. We’re all friends here,' said Jaehyun, while Winter nodded in agreement.

Eventually, the group managed to lead you and Mark into separate rooms, hoping that some distance and calm would help smooth the waters. Haechan and Jaehyun took care of Mark, while Johnny, Winter, and Karina looked after you, each trying to contribute to defusing the tensions of the evening.

In the dining room of Johnny's penthouse, surrounded by the silence occasionally broken by the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversations, friends sat around the elegantly set table. The air was filled with a mixture of tension and the aroma of delicious food.

Mingyu, trying to lighten the mood, turned to you with a friendly smile. 'The food is fantastic, isn't it, y/n?' His voice was gentle, but his words seemed to fade away in the tense air.

Your thoughts were obviously elsewhere as you nodded absently. 'Yes, really tasty,' you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Mark, sitting opposite you, observed the scene with a look oscillating between hurt and mockery. He raised his glass and spoke with sharp irony before turning to Haechan: 'To old friendships and new... acquaintances. May they always bring us unexpected surprises.' His words were clear and distinct, everyone at the table could hear the sarcastic undertone, a hidden message directly aimed at you.

Haechan, sensing the tension and not wanting to confront Mark directly, simply nodded and replied with feigned cheerfulness: 'Absolutely, Mark. Surprises keep life interesting, right?'

You clearly understood Mark's sarcastic remark and felt your own tension increase. You bit your lip, a gesture revealing both your frustration and your attempt to remain composed. Slowly, you lifted your gaze and looked directly at Mark, your eyes sparkling with a mix of anger and challenge.

Mingyu, sitting next to you, sensed your growing tension and discreetly placed his hand on yours, a silent sign of support.

As Mark turned his attention to Mingyu and you, his gaze fell on your interlocking hands. For a moment, his gaze lingered there, before slowly moving up to you. His facial expression was a mix of disappointment and a hint of jealousy.

In the tense atmosphere of the dining room, Johnny broke the silence by gently tapping his glass with a spoon to draw attention. His expression was friendly and determined as he began his brief speech.

'Thank you all for being here tonight,' he began with a warm voice echoing through the room. 'As you know, we're heading to a charity event in two days. I want to thank each of you who has agreed to come along. It means a lot to me that we all come together to do something good.'

His gaze swept over the friends gathered at the table, a smile playing on his lips. 'We are a colorful mix of different groups, and each of you brings something unique. Your diversity and commitment make this trip special.'

Then he turned specifically to Mingyu. 'Special thanks to Mingyu, who organized the location for the event. Your effort and dedication are truly remarkable.'

You turned to Mingyu and smiled at him appreciatively. Your smile was warm and showed appreciation for Mingyu's efforts. Mingyu returned the smile, his eyes twinkling with joy over the recognition.

Mark, sitting opposite, registered this exchange and reacted with a hint of surprise. He didn't know that Mingyu played such a central role in organizing the event. He spoke up, his voice calm but somewhat uncertain. 'Johnny, I'm considering maybe not coming along, man. With all this 'warm' and 'friendly' energy here, I might not quite fit in.'

Mingyu raised his eyebrows and turned to Mark. 'Excuse me, are you referring to me?'

Mark, whose expression darkened slightly at Mingyu's words, turned his gaze from Johnny to Mingyu. 'Well, Mingyu, I actually meant the general atmosphere, but if the shoe fits...' His words were targeted and carried a slight sting.

Mingyu, slightly surprised by Mark's direct allusion, raised an eyebrow. 'I hope my presence isn't making it too 'warm' for you, Mark. It would be a shame if you felt uncomfortable because of it,' he replied with a hint of mockery in his voice, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Mark felt a growing heat in his veins. His eyes flashed with suppressed anger as he opened his mouth, ready to respond to Mingyu's mocking remark.

But before Mark could utter a word, Johnny quickly interrupted him. His tone was firm but understanding. 'Mark, I know it's difficult for you right now, but your participation is important. You have skills we need, and withdrawing is not an option. We're counting on you, dude.' Johnny knew that the tension among his friends had reached a critical point and that it was time to change the mood.

'So, let's enjoy the evening now,' Johnny began with a warm smile that underscored his natural leadership strength. 'I want us all to focus on the positive aspects of our upcoming trip. We have the opportunity to make a really significant impact.' His voice was motivating, almost contagious in its optimism.

The guests at the table relaxed a bit, drawn in by Johnny's charismatic presence. Even Mark, whose face had previously been marked by internal conflicts, seemed to calm down a bit. His gaze briefly shifted to Mingyu and then to you before focusing back on Johnny.

'We'll be working in a rural community to support local educational and health facilities,' Johnny continued. 'It's a great opportunity to use our different talents and abilities for a good cause.'

Mingyu, sitting next to you, nodded in agreement. 'Exactly, and I believe each of us can contribute something unique. It's about working together and leaving a positive impact.' His words seemed specifically aimed at easing the tensions and focusing the group on a common goal.

You were still lost in thought and gave Mingyu a grateful smile. Your tension seemed to ease as you recognized the importance of the event and how each individual, including yourself, could contribute.

The others at the table, including Haechan, Jaemin, Karina, and Minji, began to engage in the conversation, each sharing their excitement and ideas for the upcoming trip. The atmosphere at the table gradually became more relaxed, and the earlier sense of heaviness gave way to cautious hope and expectation.

As the conversation progressed, Johnny quietly turned to Mark. 'And Mark, I'm sure you'll play a key role on this trip. Your skills and presence are indispensable, man. Don't get down and focus on what's important.' Johnny's words were not only a reminder of Mark's importance to the group but also a subtle hint that personal differences should be set aside to focus on the larger goal.

The group spent the rest of the evening making plans and preparing for the upcoming trip. Despite the earlier tensions, a sense of unity and common purpose seemed to emerge.

As the evening at Johnny's penthouse came to an end, the friends said goodbye to each other outside, a cheerful murmur accompanying them into the cool night air. Despite the previous tensions, the mood was now lighter, almost playful.

As they made their way, there were a few humorous moments. Jungwoo almost stumbled over his own feet, and Haechan jokingly called out, 'Careful, Jungwoo, the ground isn't moving!' The group laughed, and Jungwoo replied with a broad grin, 'Don't worry, I've got everything under control!'

You, Karina, and Minji, laughing and chatting, made your way to Karina's car. You cast a final look back and smiled at Mingyu, who stood among the others and smiled back. It was a moment of silent understanding, an expression of gratitude and farewell.

Mark, a little apart, watched the scene from a distance. His stance was thoughtful, his eyes following every movement of yours. Haechan approached him, a mix of concern and curiosity in his gaze. 'Hey, Mark, you okay, brother? Are you sure you want to come along?'

Mark turned his gaze away from you and looked at Haechan. 'Yeah, sure,' he replied with an unusual determination in his voice. He paused briefly before continuing, his words imbued with a covert flirtation. 'I mean... I don't give up that easily. Sometimes it just takes a little... patience.'

Haechan, understanding Mark's implication, grinned broadly. 'Well then, Mark, the patient romantic. I wouldn't have expected anything less from you!' With these words, Haechan playfully slapped him on the shoulder, and the two headed to their car.

In the distance, the outlines of Karina's car could be seen as it slowly drove away, with you, Karina, and Minji inside. The streetlights cast a flickering light on the scene, a perfect conclusion to an evening full of emotions and unexpected turns.

Mark watched the car for a moment longer before turning away. Inside him, a spark of determination flared, coupled with the silent hope that the upcoming trip would offer not only a chance for charity but also for reconciliation and perhaps even a new beginning.

12 - Arrivals and Awkward Assistance

Two days later, on the way to the charity event, different atmospheres prevailed in the three cars driven by Mingyu, Mark, and Yuta.

In Mingyu's car, where you, Karina, Jaemin, and Minji were passengers, the mood was relaxed and friendly. Mingyu, at the wheel, showed his relaxed and caring side. His calm demeanor had a soothing effect on everyone in the car. 'Everything good with you guys in the back?' he asked, smiling into the rearview mirror.

'All good, Mingyu,' you replied, grateful for the relaxed journey. Minji and Karina quietly discussed the upcoming event, while Jaemin sat next to Mingyu, scrolling through the playlist. 'How about some music? Any requests?' Jaemin asked the group.

'Surprise us, Jaemin!' Minji called from the back. The mood in the car was cheerful, and everyone seemed to enjoy their time together. Mingyu's newfound ease and kindness were palpable and appreciated by all.

In contrast, in Mark's car, where Haechan, Jungwoo, Winter, and Jaehyun were passengers, a chaotic yet amusing tone prevailed. Mark, driving, tried to maintain order while Haechan and Jungwoo engaged in playful banter. 'Mark, can you tell these two to calm down?' Winter asked, laughing.

'Hey, I'm just the driver, not a babysitter,' Mark replied with a grin. Jaehyun, sitting next to him, shook his head in amusement. 'I'd forgotten how crazy our rides always are,' he said.

'Crazy? We call that entertaining!' Haechan called from the back, attempting to hit Jungwoo with a pillow. 'Careful, Haechan, you might fly out of the car!' Jungwoo warned, laughing.

Despite the chaos, Mark kept a cool head, steering the car safely and occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror looking for Mingyus car behind. His thoughts were with you, wondering how you were doing.

Upon arriving at the rest stop, immediate cheerful chaos ensued as the friends stepped out of the cars. Haechan, Jaemin, Yuta, Winter, and Hanni quickly became the main actors in an unexpectedly funny incident.

Haechan, always up for fun, suggested a spontaneous race to the restrooms. 'Whoever gets there first wins... um, the honor of being the fastest!' he shouted and sprinted off, followed by a laughing Jaemin and Yuta.

Winter, trying to document the chaos, pulled out her phone to make a video but almost stumbled over Hanni, who was trying to open a bag of snacks. 'Watch out, Winter! You could almost ruin our snacks,' Hanni called out as she struggled to open the bag without spilling everything.

Meanwhile, you entered the gas station to get something to drink. Searching through the shelves, you didn't immediately notice that Mark was also in the gas station. When your eyes met, you tried to ignore him and focus on choosing drinks.

Mark, noticing your cool reaction, opted for a loving gesture. Quietly, he approached you and placed one of your favorite chocolates next to you. 'For the road,' he said softly, before turning away, not wanting to be intrusive.

You, surprised and confused by Mark's action, looked at the chocolate and then in his direction. Part of you wanted to follow him and say thank you, but at the same time, you were not ready to tear down the wall you had built.

The chaos at the rest stop peaked when Haechan, Yuta, Jaemin, and now Jungwoo got involved in a spontaneous water fight. Triggered by a random splash attack from Haechan, the situation quickly escalated into a joyful mess, with everyone trying to splash each other.

Winter and Karina, equipped with their phones, filmed the whole spectacle and laughed heartily. 'This will be a hit on Insta,' Karina called out while trying to capture the action from different angles.

Jaehyun, who kept a bit of distance, couldn't help but laugh. His laughter echoed across the parking lot as he watched the silly escapades of his friends.

A short distance away, Mingyu leaned relaxedly against his car and lit a cigarette. His gaze swept over the scene, a smile playing on his lips.

You, initially amused by the chaos, turned to Mingyu and noticed his smoking. Your smile quickly disappeared, and you approached him. 'Mingyu, you're smoking again?' you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of concern and disapproval.

Mingyu, surprised by your reaction, took a slow drag of his cigarette and looked at you. 'Just occasionally, to relax,' he replied calmly, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

Mark, watching the interaction from a distance, felt a sharp pang of jealousy. He couldn't help but watch how you cared about Mingyu, a feeling that reminded him of the past.

Suddenly, the water battles of Haechan, Yuta, Jaemin, and Jungwoo were interrupted by the sudden honking of a nearby car. Everyone froze and turned to find the source of the noise. An older gentleman at the wheel of a family car shook his head disapprovingly and then drove off slowly.

The group burst into laughter, further amplified by the sudden interruption. The mood was now relaxed and cheerful as the friends prepared to continue their journey.

After another stretch on the road, the group finally reached their destination: a large, picturesque building serving as the venue for the upcoming charity event. They parked their cars and began carrying their luggage into the building. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the coming days.

While everyone was busy unloading, you struggled with a heavy suitcase. 'Let me help you with that,' Mark suddenly offered. His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he didn't want to be too intrusive.

You briefly looked up at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and determination. With a slight shake of your head, you declined his offer. 'Thanks, but I can handle it myself.'

Mark, noting the rejection, hesitated briefly. But without another word, he gently took the suitcase from your hand and began carrying it to the building. His movement was firm yet respectful, as if he wanted to show that he was there for you despite your rejection.

You watched Mark as he walked away with the suitcase, feeling conflicted. On one hand, you were touched and surprised by his kind gesture; on the other, you couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Mark had virtually cheated on you. You sighed quietly and then followed him into the building. 13 - Gathering Under the String Lights

In the evening, everyone gathered in a large room of the building. Johnny and Mingyu, as the main organizers, stood at the front, ready to inform the group about the upcoming tasks and the plan for the following days. The mood was relaxed, and despite the exhausting journey, there was a positive atmosphere.

'So, folks, tomorrow is the big day,' Johnny began with a smile. 'We have a lot to do, but I'm sure we will do great work together.'

Mingyu stepped next to Johnny and nodded. 'Right. We will be helping in various areas – from renovating some classrooms to supporting local health initiatives.'

The guys responded with typical humor. Haechan shouted, 'Hopefully there's a coffee break during the renovation!' causing laughter among the group.

Jaemin, always ready for a joke, added, 'And I hope there's no paint that matches my outfit. I don't want to look like a walking paintbrush!' This comment brought another round of laughter from the group.

Johnny smiled at the comments and continued, 'I see we're all in good spirits. That's great. Now, as for the tasks:'

He began dividing the group into teams and assigning specific tasks. 'Haechan, Jaemin, and Yuta, you will be in the 'Renovation' team. I expect you to make those classrooms shine.'

Yuta jokingly called out, 'But only if we can listen to music while we do it!' which again provoked laughter.

Mingyu added, 'Karina, Minji, and Winter, you are in the 'Health' team. You will help with local health initiatives.'

Karina nodded in agreement: 'Sure, we're ready to make the world a bit healthier!'

'And Mark, y/n, you will be with Jaehyun and Hanni in the 'Education' team. You will be organizing educational materials and helping teachers prepare,' said Johnny.

At the mention of you and Mark working together, you flinched imperceptibly, while Mark looked briefly surprised but quickly recovered. You wondered if the assignment of participants was intentionally organized this way.

Jungwoo, always ready with a joke, called out, 'Don't forget, y/n and Mark, that team building is key!' His comment made some laugh, while others sensed the ongoing tension between you and Mark.

When Johnny finished distributing the tasks, you spoke up, a little confused: 'Excuse me, Johnny, but I am a behavioral therapist. Shouldn't I be working more in the health sector?'

Before Johnny could answer, Winter intervened: 'Hey, y/n, I would love to switch with you! I think your skills would be very useful in the health area too.' Jaehyun, standing next to her, smiled broadly, pleased to be working with Winter.

At that moment, Minji hesitantly raised her hand. With an apologetic look, she said, 'Um, could I maybe switch too? I'm not very comfortable working in healthcare.'

Hanni, standing next to Mark, briefly glanced at him. There was a moment of silent understanding between them. Mark, quickly grasping the situation, spoke up: 'I'll switch with Minji. I think I can be helpful in the health sector.'

Johnny, surprised by the sudden change but pleased with the group's flexibility, agreed: 'Okay, that sounds like a good plan. Mark, you're now on the 'Health' team with Karina and y/n. Minji, you switch to the 'Education' team with Winter, Jaehyun, and Hanni.'

The group members nodded in agreement and began to adapt to their new roles. Mark and Minji exchanged glances, both with a slight smile that showed their willingness to adapt and cooperate. The spontaneous changes created a dynamic and adaptable atmosphere.

Haechan, who had been watching the spontaneous changes with a mischievous grin, seized the opportunity to bring some levity. He stood up, pretending to make an official announcement, and said in an exaggeratedly serious voice, 'I would like to formally apply for the 'Coffee Break Management' team. I believe my skills will be best utilized there!'

Then, still in character, he added, 'And I am accepting volunteers. Anyone devoted to coffee is welcome!' He looked at Yuta and Jaemin, who both promptly raised their hands and nodded in mock seriousness.

The group burst into laughter, grateful for the light mood Haechan had created. Even Johnny, trying to suppress a smile, shook his head laughing and said, 'Haechan, I think the 'Coffee Break Management' team is the most important task of all. Make sure we're all well taken care of!'

Haechan bowed theatrically, and the group clapped amusedly.

On the warm summer night, everyone gathered in the garden of the event venue. String lights hung above them, bathing the area in cozy, soft light. Surrounded by nature, snacks, and cool beer, the group enjoyed a calm and friendly atmosphere, marked by laughter and relaxed conversations.

You and Karina strolled together towards Mingyu, who was standing alone at the edge of the garden. You spread your arms and called out, 'Mingyu, you organizational genius! What a fantastic achievement!' Your voice was playful and full of enthusiasm as you smiled and approached him.

Mingyu, visibly embarrassed by your enthusiastic praise, laughed shyly and replied, 'Thank you, y/n. I just did my best.' He seemed amused and smiled broadly.

Karina joined in and added, 'Yeah, really well done, Mingyu. Your speech earlier was also very inspiring.' Her words were sincere and showed her appreciation for his efforts.

Meanwhile, Mark sat with Haechan, Jaehyun, Winter, and Johnny a little apart. They were engaged in lively conversation, laughing about shared memories and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.

Mingyu stood there, a wide grin on his face, as he recounted the story of one of his past adventures. He gestured animatedly, describing each comical twist with such enthusiasm that you and Karina could hardly contain yourselves.

You giggled uncontrollably, while Karina held her stomach, laughing. 'I would have loved to see that,' Karina gasped between laughs.

Mark, observing the lively scene from a distance, couldn't help but smile. The sight of your unguarded laughter reminded him of the lightness and joy he sometimes missed. In that moment, he wished he could be part of that laughter, part of that carefree joy hanging in the air.

Mingyu, noticing Mark's attentive glances from afar, leaned over to you and whispered with a mischievous undertone, 'Looks like someone's got their eye on our little laugh session.'

You, surprised by Mingyu's comment, reflexively turned around to look at Mark. In the moment your eyes met, you felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Quickly, you averted your gaze and turned back to Mingyu and Karina, but that fleeting eye contact made your heart skip a beat.

'What? Who's looking?' asked Karina, noticing your quick movement.

You, trying to maintain your composure, answered with feigned indifference, 'Oh, nothing. Mark's just watching us.' You tried to put on a smile, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in your eyes.

On the next morning, the health team, consisting of Mark, you, and Karina, set off for the cooperating health practice. During the drive, mostly Karina and you chatted, while Mark, who was driving, occasionally joined in the conversation. The mood in the car was tense, as you and Mark still had a noticeable distance between each other.

Karina, trying to break the tension, steered the conversation towards the upcoming tasks. 'I'm curious about what awaits us today. I hope we can really make a difference,' she said optimistically. You nodded in agreement.

Mark, focusing on the road, added quietly, 'It's a good opportunity to gain practical experience. We should make the most of it.'

Upon reaching the health practice, you were greeted by a group of dedicated staff members. The practice was small but well-equipped, and there was a lively atmosphere. Your first assignment was to collaborate on a local health education campaign focusing on prevention and early detection.

As you prepared the materials for the campaign, Mark and you were asked to give a presentation on basic health topics. Despite your initial hesitation, you soon found a common working rhythm. Mark, focusing on the technical aspects, and you, bringing in your expertise as a behavioral therapist, complemented each other well.

Karina watched as you both slowly started to work effectively together, and smiled slightly. She could feel the tensions still simmering under the surface, but also the potential for a possible reconciliation.

The presentation went smoothly, and the audience showed great interest and asked many questions. You answered them competently. After the presentation, the practice staff thanked you for your contribution.

During the break in the health campaign, you met an older couple waiting at the practice. They looked so sweet and still so in love. The way they cared for each other warmed your heart. You started a conversation with them, and as you chatted, you began to see parallels to your own relationship with Mark. The couple spoke openly about their long marriage, including the highs and lows they had experienced.

The older woman, whose eyes showed wisdom and kindness, shared that she had once given her husband a second chance after he had made a serious mistake. 'It was the best decision of my life,' she said softly. 'He made it worth it.'

Still influenced by the events surrounding Mark, you asked incredulously, 'How could you forgive infidelity? I don't understand.'

The woman smiled indulgently. 'Dear, it was not just about forgiveness. It was about seeing the person, not just the mistake. People can change and grow, especially when they realize the depth of their errors. My husband proved that he was serious. He worked hard to regain my trust and strengthen our relationship.'

You listened attentively, the woman's words echoing inside you. 'But how did you know he was serious? That he really loved you?' you asked.

'By his actions, not just his words,' the woman replied. 'He took the initiative to show he wanted to change. And most importantly: he gave me time and space to process my feelings. It wasn't an easy path, but the journey made us both stronger.'

The woman's words made you think. You reflected on your own situation with Mark. Could it be that he too could change and grow? That your relationship also deserved a second chance?

As you were lost in thought, the older couple said goodbye with warm words and a kind smile. You returned to your group, the woman's words deeply rooted in your thoughts.

As the day ended and the group prepared to return, you were in a contemplative state. The day's events and the conversation with the older couple had awakened new perspectives in you. You began to realize that forgiveness and growth are complicated processes that require time and understanding.

Mark, noticing your thoughtful mood, offered to drive back. You accepted the offer and swapped places. As Mark drove, he occasionally glanced at you, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

The drive was in quiet silence, with each lost in their own thoughts. For you, it was a moment of inner peace and reflection, an opportunity to sort out your feelings and thoughts, and contemplate the possibility of reconciliation with Mark.

After parking the car at the building, Karina was the first to get out. She gave you and Mark a quick glance before heading inside. Mark, about to get out, paused when he noticed you were still in the car.

There was a palpable silence in the car as Mark turned slightly towards you. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, wondering whether to say something. Finally, he broke the silence: 'Y/n, is everything alright?'

In the silence of the car, you turned to Mark and asked with a mischievous twinkle in your eye: 'Say, Mark, if we just sit here in the car, do you think anyone would miss us?'

'Miss us?' he asked, a bit confused. 'I don't know, maybe they would think we had delved into a deep discussion about the universe.'

You burst into laughter, amused by Mark's response. You found yourself unexpectedly captivated by his lightness and humor. With a playful tone, you asked back, 'Or would they maybe think we're arguing again?'

Mark glanced briefly at the building, as if pondering your question, then turned back to you. 'That could be,' he replied with a crooked smile. 'But maybe we should surprise them and just sit here smiling. You know, to confuse the rumor mill.' His eyes twinkled mischievously as he tried to lighten the tense atmosphere between them.

In the small space of the car, marked by the emerging ease, you smiled shyly at Mark's words. A secret, surprised smile played on your lips as you briefly glanced at him. His playful nature had sparked an unexpected warmth in you, a reminder that despite all difficulties, there could still be moments of lightheartedness between you.

After a brief moment in which you held Mark's gaze, you turned away and began to unbuckle your seatbelt. You opened the car door and got out, pausing briefly before turning towards the building. Your steps were determined, but in your eyes lingered the afterglow of the shared smile.

Mark watched as you walked away, a soft smile also on his face. Then he too got out of the car and followed you into the building, his thoughts still on the brief but meaningful exchange that had just taken place.

As you entered the building, you were immediately greeted by Mingyu with a friendly smile. Mark followed closely, but when he noticed Mingyu's presence, he felt a slight discomfort rise within him. The ease gained in the car seemed suddenly threatened as he noted the familiarity between Mingyu and you.

Mingyu noticed Mark's arrival, and his smile became a bit more reserved, but he maintained his polite demeanor. Sensing the underlying tension, he paused, apparently careful not to offend Mark.

In that moment, you turned to Mark and invited him with a gesture to join you. 'Are you coming?' you asked, with a mix of politeness and a hint of warmth in your voice.

Mark, surprised and simultaneously encouraged by your invitation, nodded hesitantly and took a step closer.

The atmosphere was still cautious, but in this small moment, a bridge seemed to form between Mark and you, a tender sign of approaching and understanding.

In the clear night air, surrounded by the peaceful mood of the remote building, the group gathered around a crackling campfire. A cozy circle of friends formed, with Karina, you, Winter, Minji, and Hanni on one side, and Mingyu, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo on the other. Opposite them sat Mark, Haechan, Yuta, Jaemin, and Johnny, the warmth of the fire between them.

The atmosphere was relaxed and easygoing. The flames of the campfire cast a gentle, flickering light on the faces of those present, creating shadows and reflections that bathed the scene in a cozy, almost magical mood. In their hands, they held sticks with marshmallows, roasting them over the fire, as the scent of melting sugar hung in the air.

Stories and jokes were exchanged, accompanied by laughter and the occasional spark from the fire. Karina told a funny anecdote from her childhood, making Winter and Minji laugh, while Hanni listened attentively and chuckled softly. Mingyu, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo joined in the laughter, their eyes twinkling in the glow of the flames.

Mark, sitting on the opposite side, watched the scene with a half-smile. His eyes occasionally sought you out, who were engrossed in the stories and visibly enjoying the shared time. The distance between you, both physically and emotionally, seemed less significant at that moment, as if the warming presence of the fire could soften the cold that surrounded them.

Haechan and Yuta, the masters of entertainment, engaged in a friendly banter that made Johnny and Jaemin laugh. Their jokes and teasing comments created a lively atmosphere that spread like a spark through the group.

As the evening progressed, a lively conversation unfolded, jumping from one member to the next, each contributing their own charm and wit.

'Do you remember last year when we went camping and Jaemin forgot his tent?' Haechan began, laughing. 'He had to sleep with Yuta and complained all night about his snoring!'

Yuta, with a crooked grin, countered, 'I don't snore, I hum melodically in my sleep. There's a difference.'

The group burst into laughter, and Jaemin shook his head amusedly. 'Melodically? More like a growling bear!'

Meanwhile, you saw Mark quietly laughing to himself, his eyes sparkling in the firelight. You couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor; he seemed more relaxed, almost as if he had shed part of the burden he carried.

Amidst the laughter and jovial atmosphere, Karina leaned in and whispered to you with a teasing undertone, 'So, y/n, what did you two do in the car for so long? Some reconciliation talks?'

You, taken aback by Karina's question but quick to find a witty response, replied with a playful smile, 'Oh, we just discussed the meaning of life and decoded the universe. You know, everyday stuff.'

Karina laughed softly. 'Ah, sounds like a profound session!' She winked at you, and you shook your head with a smile.

At that moment, Mark, who had overheard your quiet conversation, cast a brief, curious glance your way. He seemed to wonder what you were talking about but then decided not to inquire further and turned back to the group conversation.

The lively atmosphere around the campfire was interrupted by a moment of calm when Minji, observing the warmth and sparkle of the flames, remarked, 'It's really a beautiful evening, isn't it? All that's missing now is some music.'

Her comment met with general agreement, and Hanni, sitting next to her, enthusiastically suggested, 'Hey, that's true! We have musicians among us. Mark, Jaemin, Haechan – how about a little concert?'

Mark hesitated at first when he heard the idea of a small concert. His gaze swept over the group, and he didn't seem quite in the mood. 'I don't know, guys, I'm not really prepared for this...' he began tentatively.

However, Haechan, always the entertainer, persisted with Mark. 'Come on, Mark! You know how much everyone loves your music. It would be the perfect end to the evening!'

Jaemin, recognizing the slight frustration on Mark's face, intervened. 'How about we go inside for a bit and talk it over? I saw a guitar in the house, we could probably tune it and put together a few songs.'

Mark's expression brightened at Jaemin's suggestion, and he smiled, albeit somewhat forcedly. 'Okay, fine... that sounds like a plan.... Let's do that.' Despite his initial hesitation, he seemed to warm up to the idea of being part of the musical evening.

As Mark, Jaemin, and Haechan set off to prepare for their little concert, the group around the campfire reacted with joyful anticipation.

You watched the three head into the house, a smile playing on your lips. You seemed pleased at the prospect of music, perhaps also a bit surprised at Mark's willingness to engage in the spontaneous event. Your eyes followed Mark for a moment before you turned back to the conversation with Karina and the others.

Karina, sitting next to you, clapped her hands excitedly. 'This is going to be great! I can't wait to hear them play,' she said, her eyes shining with anticipation.

When Mark, Jaemin, and Haechan finally returned to the campfire, a palpable tension could be felt in the air. Mark held a guitar in his hand, while Haechan clutched a sheet of paper, apparently the notes of a song. The group fell silent, their eyes expectantly on the trio.

Mark sat down, carefully placing the guitar on his lap. He seemed a bit embarrassed for a moment, his gaze traveling over the expectant faces of those present. His voice, as he began to speak, was deep and direct, though slightly hesitant. 'I wrote this song a long time ago for someone special,' he began, 'a promise to sing it that I made but never could fulfill. I'm glad I have the opportunity to sing it tonight.'

The group listened intently. The silence was only broken by the soft crackling of the fire and Mark's voice. You watched Mark attentively, feeling your heart start to beat faster. Were you the person this song was written for?

The night air was filled with the soft sound of the guitar and the harmonious voices of Mark, Haechan, and Jaemin as they began the song. The melody was soft and emotional, an echo of past feelings and unspoken words. Each note seemed to tell a story, each line opening a window into the singer's soul.

'A starlight shines on me one day Its meaning lingering in my warm hands Those gloomy hearts and scary days, now I don't mind Just tell me you love me It's still the same whenever I see you I speak awkwardly, my voice trembling Girl, I can't explain'

The words of the song, sung with a clarity and honesty that struck the heart, left the group around the fire in silent admiration. Mark's voice, supported by Haechan and Jaemin, filled the night's silence, a gentle but powerful reminder of the depth and complexity of human emotions.

'Even if time blows and flutters away The scent of this season lingers in my heart I look in your eyes and it still feels like Like we just me-e-e-et'

You sat motionless, absorbing every line of the song deeply. You felt the words wrap around you, gentle waves of memory and regret rising in your heart. Your eyes were fixed on Mark, who sang with closed eyes, as if he was laying every emotion he had ever felt for you into this song.

As the last note faded and silence returned, it was as if the world had paused for a moment. The group broke into enthusiastic applause, showing warmth and appreciation for the performance. Mark opened his eyes, his gaze seeking you out, as if he wanted to see your reaction to his musical confession.

After Mark played the last note of the song and the sound echoed in the night's silence, he looked for you with his eyes. It was a moment that said more than a thousand words, a look that seemed to build a bridge over the chasm of misunderstanding and hurt.

You, deeply touched by Mark's song, met his gaze and smiled warmly at him. In your smile lay a wealth of emotions - recognition, appreciation, and perhaps a hint of reconciliation. It was as if you were confirming without words that you had understood the message of the song, that you felt the depth of his feelings and his regret.

Mark, seeing your smile, felt a wave of relief wash over him. His tense face relaxed, and a relieved smile spread across his lips. He nodded gratefully to the applauding group, his smile warm and sincere. In that moment, he seemed to have freed himself from part of the burden he had long carried.

14 - Twinkle in the Shadow of the Night

The night at the campfire was marked by laughter and shared stories, when suddenly Mark drew your attention. With a subtle gesture meant only for you, he signaled you to follow him inside the building. Initially, you were confused by Mark's body language, but then you understood the silent invitation.

Mark stood up inconspicuously, his movements careful and discreet, and strolled towards the building. You observed him for a moment before looking for the right moment to stand up yourself. With a natural ease, as if just taking a short break, you got up and followed him inside.

While the others around the fire remained engrossed in their conversations, only Hanni noticed the quiet disappearance of Mark and you. Curious and perhaps a little worried, she made motions to follow you. But before she could get moving, Mingyu gently laid a hand on her shoulder and shook his head with an understanding but firm nod. "Let them," he whispered softly, his eyes hinting that this could be an important moment for Mark and you, one that should not be disturbed.

Hanni paused, a bit undecided, but ultimately respected Mingyu's silent plea and sat back down, her eyes still fixed on the door through which you had disappeared. That night, surrounded by the warm flames and the gentle starlight, an atmosphere of empathy and silent understanding remained among the friends.

As you entered the building, you were almost enveloped by the silent tranquility that prevailed there. You knew Mark was somewhere here, but you had to find him first. Your steps led you through the silent corridors, past closed doors and empty rooms that were illuminated in the faint light of the night.

Eventually, you reached the attic, a place rarely used but offering peaceful refuge. The door creaked softly as you opened it. The moonlight, falling through the roof windows, illuminated the scene in a soft, silvery glow. There you found Mark, standing alone at one of the windows, looking out into the night.

He turned around as he heard the door open, and his gaze met yours. For a moment, there was silence between you, a silence filled with unspoken words and unspoken feelings. Mark's expression was serious, but in his eyes lay a hint of hope.

You stepped closer, your heartbeat accelerating with each step that brought you closer to Mark. The tension and uncertainty of the past days seemed to condense in this room, but at the same time, there was a feeling of possibility, of new beginnings.

Mark broke the silence with a quiet, hesitant voice. "Thank you for coming," he said, his words floating in the room. You just nodded, your eyes firmly on Mark, as you waited for what he had to say. In this secluded, almost mysterious place in the attic, time seemed to stand still as Mark and you faced the moment and what it might bring.

Mark began to speak slowly, his words carefully chosen but honest. "Y/n, I know there's so much we've... never really talked about, and I'm sorry for that. Especially for not listening to you back then and not trusting you." His voice trembled slightly, a sign of his nervousness and the importance of his words.

He continued, his eyes seeking yours, as if to ensure that she understood each of his words. "I think my biggest weakness is to give myself completely to someone, to trust completely. And with you, y/n, it gets even more complicated. Because I..." He hesitated for a moment, then gathered himself. "Because I love you. More than anything else in this world. I want to protect you and not lose you. That often confused me."

You listened to him, your eyes filling with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a hint of hope. Mark's words struck you deeply, bringing long-buried feelings to the surface. You could see how much it cost him to speak these words, how he fought against his own insecurity.

"I know I've made mistakes, y/n. Big mistakes. And I don't expect you to just forget or forgive them. But I wanted you to know how I feel. That I'm ready to do everything to regain your trust. To give us a chance." Mark's voice was now firmer, more determined.

As the silence between you continued, you found your words. "Your song tonight... it was beautiful, Mark." Your smile was sincere, and you seemed to forget all the insecurity and tension for a moment.

Mark responded with a modest smile. "Thank you. I wrote it for you." His words brought an even bigger smile to your face, and as he saw your smile, his eyes lit up. "I'm so in love with your smile," he said with a mix of admiration and tenderness. "It reminds me of how much I love you."

As Mark spoke his heartfelt words, you felt a sudden warmth on your cheeks and a fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. In this quiet, almost magical moment in the attic, surrounded by the darkness of the night and the gentle shine of the moonlight, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, a future was possible for you and Mark - a future where love and trust could prevail.

"Mark, I have to apologize too. For all the things I said in Johnny's apartment. I was hurt and..."

Mark gently interrupted you. "Y/n, you don't have to apologize. I deserve every one of those words. I made mistakes, big mistakes. It was my behavior that brought us here." His voice was full of remorse but also full of determination to leave the past behind.

Mark looked directly into your eyes, his voice marked by urgent seriousness. "I swear to you, y/n, I would never have touched that girl if she hadn't looked like you... In that moment, when I saw her, I thought she was you." His words were passionate, almost enthusiastic, as he tried to convey his deepest feelings and thoughts.

You were lost in Mark's intense gaze, unable to help but giggle at his almost exuberant apology. "Mark, I understand," you said softly, your voice carrying a weight that said more than the words alone. "I forgive you."

Mark's expression turned into one of dumbfounded surprise. The fear of having misheard was written all over his face. "Do you mean that?" he asked, almost as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. His eyes searched yours, looking for a sign that this was not a dream but reality.

Mark stood there, still filled with astonishment and hope, as you gently nodded and broke the silence between you with a soft but significant question. "Mark, do you still feel insecure about Mingyu?"

At the mention of Mingyu's name, Mark's expression changed slightly, a hint of frustration mixing into his features. He thought for a moment as if he needed to sort out his thoughts and feelings before answering. Finally, he asked with a mix of incomprehension and curiosity: "Babe, why don't you just let him go?

Mark listened attentively as you began to share your thoughts. "Trust isn't about locking your partner in a cage and being proud that they stay faithful," you said calmly. "It's about giving them freedom and trusting them, no matter who they meet."

You paused for a moment before carefully adding: "That doesn't mean I can meet with every man or you with every woman. It's about balance."

You continued to explain your relationship with Mingyu. "Mingyu really needs help, Mark. He's just a friend to me. I thought you would have seen that by now." Your words were sincere and reflected your own convictions.

Mark lingered for a moment in thought, his eyes wandering between you and an indeterminate point in the room. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yes, I've seen that," he admitted, his voice somewhat softer. "I understand what you mean. It's about trust and freedom, not about claims of ownership."

As you heard Mark's words and saw his understanding, a smile crossed your face. You thought of the conversation with the older lady in the practice, the wisdom she had shared with you. Inside you, the question arose whether you and Mark could be like that old couple one day – strong and united through time and life's trials.

Mark, noticing your silence, broke the stillness with a cautious question. "What are you thinking about, beautiful?" he asked softly, his voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Mark's. After a moment of hesitation, you answered with a depth that reflected your growing clarity and determination: "I wonder if we could be like the older couple I met today. Strong, united, despite all mistakes and wanderings."

Mark's expression transformed as he heard your words. A gentle smile played on his lips, and his eyes reflected deep understanding and growing tenderness. "That would be really special," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and a hint of hope. "I believe we could be that. We both have our mistakes and challenges, but together... together we could build something very strong."

He took a step closer, his posture open and honest. "I want to try that with you, y/n. I want to give us the chance to grow and learn, to be together, despite everything that has happened." Mark's eyes searched yours again, as if he wanted to dissolve any uncertainty, any doubt within himself.

"That sounds like a pretty brave promise, Mark Lee. But I must admit, I'm curious to see how far we can go together."

You took a small step towards him, your posture both challenging and inviting. "So, Mr. Lee, are you ready for this adventure with me? You know, I take such promises very seriously." Your tone was light and playful, but your words had a deeper meaning, a sign of your growing trust and willingness to engage in a shared future.

Mark smiled wider. "With you by my side? I'm ready for any adventure, y/n." His smile was warm and sincere, a reflection of his feelings for you and the excitement about what may come.

In a moment of closeness, where time seemed to stand still, the few centimeters that still separated Mark and you diminished. Your gazes locked, filled with a mix of anticipation and emotion.

Slowly and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Mark tilted his head and your lips met in a tender, meaningful kiss. It was a moment of reconciliation, of new beginnings, where all the uncertainties and fears of the past seemed to fade away.

But this moment of intimacy was abruptly interrupted when Haechan suddenly entered the room. His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as he saw Mark and you so close together and in the midst of a kiss. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and excitement.

Without another moment's hesitation, Haechan turned around and sprinted back to the others, shouting: "Guys, you won't believe it! Mark and y/n are back together!" His voice echoed through the quiet corridors of the building as he hurried to spread the news.

Mark and you, pulled from your moment by Haechan's sudden appearance, looked at each other briefly, a little confused but also amused by Haechan's impetuous nature. A soft smile played on your lips as you recognized the inevitable spread of your reconciliation by Haechan. Mark shook his head, a smirk on his face, visibly amused by Haechan's enthusiasm.

After you had parted your lips from each other, surrounded by an atmosphere of new closeness and familiarity, a question suddenly occurred to you. You looked directly at Mark and asked: "Mark, how did you actually know I was at Mingyu's party?"

Mark paused for a moment, recalling that day. Then he replied: "I found out from Hanni. She called me and sent me pictures of you and Mingyu dancing."

You, surprised and a little shocked by this revelation, looked at Mark. "Hanni sent you the pictures? But why?"

Mark shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe she just wanted to show me that you were having fun? I really don't know."

Then he asked you: "But what were you doing at Mingyu's party in the first place?"

You sighed and began to explain. "The girls insisted that we go out to celebrate. Hanni navigated us to the place. I didn't know it was Mingyu's house. And in a game, I was asked to dance with him. It lasted maybe a minute, as I immediately pulled away from him." You emphasized again that it was just a short dance, to avoid misunderstandings.

Mark nodded understandingly and apologized again for his mistrust. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you, y/n. I should have listened you."

You were still caught in your thoughts about Hanni's role in the whole matter, looking thoughtfully into the void. Your gaze was tinged with a hint of mistrust as you considered how to deal with this new information.

Mark, noticing your thoughtful state, stepped closer gently. With a playful undertone in his voice, he said: "You can think about Hanni later. How about you focus on me now?" His gaze was intense and full of unspoken promises, an invitation to enjoy the moment and put aside worries for a while.

You couldn't help but react to Mark's words. A light smile played on your lips as you looked up at him. His proximity and the way he spoke made your heart beat faster. The tension between you was palpable, a mix of romance and playful flirtation that filled the air.

For a moment, you let yourselves drift in the silence of the attic, surrounded by the magic of the moment, forgetting the past and future for a short time. In this space, far from reality, you found a moment of pure connection, understanding, and affection that showed both of you what could be possible.

15 - New Beginnings and Fulfilled Promises

In the warm rays of the afternoon sun streaming through the windows of the cozy café, you and Hanni sat at a small table, surrounded by an atmosphere of reconciliation. Hanni, visibly nervous, played with the rim of her coffee cup before taking a deep breath and lifting her gaze to you.

"Y/n, I... I can't even begin to express how sorry I am," she began, her voice trembling slightly with remorse. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I only caused chaos. I hope you can forgive me."

You looked at Hanni for a moment, your eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Hanni, I know you meant well. We all make mistakes. I forgive you." A warm smile spread across your face, a sign of genuine forgiveness and new beginnings.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of Mingyu, whose presence radiated a new calmness and clarity. "I think I'm on the right path to finding myself," he said with a grateful smile towards you. "Thank you for being by my side."

As the afternoon gave way to the evening, you found yourself with Mark at your favorite spot in the park. You sat on an old, cozy bench, surrounded by the gentle hum of life around you. Mark, sitting next to you, looked at you with a deep, loving gaze.

"You know, y/n," he began, while gently holding your hand in his, "every moment with you feels like a little miracle."

You giggled and playfully replied, "Oh really, Markie? And here I thought I was just your personal challenge."

Mark laughed softly, his laughter sounding like music to your ears. "That too, but a challenge I'm happy to accept. You know, I've been thinking..."

He paused and pulled a small, shiny object from his jacket pocket. It was a keychain, engraved with your initials. "I thought this could be symbolic of our new beginning. A small step in our joint journey."

You looked at the keychain, your eyes shining with joy and surprise. "Mark, this is beautiful," you whispered, leaning against him, your forehead against his shoulder. "I look forward to every step with you."

In the warm glow of the setting sun, surrounded by the quiet of the evening, Mark and you shared a moment of perfect harmony and happiness. Your hearts were connected by the promises of the past and the hopes for the future. In that moment, everything was possible – a love deeper and stronger than ever before.

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[ghostofhyuck]

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

In burning red

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Everything is still the same, you think.

The streets, the establishments, even the people. Some even greeted you, surprising you but you were quick enough to give them a smile as you continued your walk.

You think that it’s stupid; who even walks on an autumn morning? It was the perfect season to laze around, sleep on your bed, and have a warm cup of coffee inside the comfort of your house. But you were only here for a few days, so striking up a short walk might be a good activity to do in the town since you’ll be leaving sooner.

But the chilly weather can be torture too. You couldn’t help but to rub your arms to warm yourself up. The layers of coat, scarf, and sweater didn’t help you either. Still, it’s been a long time since you went here, so you just made the most out of it.

You find yourself standing in front of a familiar coffee shop, nostalgia hits you as the smell of freshly-baked pastry lingers on your nose. You tapped your coat’s pocket to check if your wallet was with you and as you felt a bump, it was a sign to enter the coffee shop.

“Welcome — oh hey! It’s been so long,” and he still hasn’t changed a bit. Same smile and warm welcome.

“Hey Johnny,” you greeted, eyes locked on the displays of pastries. “Can I have two pieces of red velvet cookies please?”

You watched as Johnny fixed your order and as you two are by the counter, he tells you that it’s on the house.

“What? I can’t accept it,” you tried to place the money on the counter but Johnny’s too strong for you, even resulting in him grabbing your hand just so he could place your money back.

“No no, it’s been so long you know, we kinda miss you having around,” Johnny explains.

There’s a string of hurt from Johnny’s words. You couldn’t help but feel guilty about what happened, you know that both of you don’t have any fault about it but — there’s just something about breaking someone’s heart.

“Is he around?” and finally, you mustered the courage to ask about him.

“He’s out of town, he’ll be back in two days I think,” the same time you’ll be leaving this town. Fate must be playing with you.

“Oh. okay, well I won’t be here around that time, so just tell him I drop by okay?”

“You know you could always call him right?” Johnny replies instead. You became quiet as the older guy gave you an assuring smile before handing you the paper bag.

You bid Johnny goodbye and as the doorbell of the coffee shop chimes, you were welcomed by the cold breeze. You couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh as the bag of cookies was still in your hand.

“What an idiot,” you cursed yourself. You half-expecting that he’ll be there. You were expecting that it was him who’ll welcome you and ask you what kind of pastry that you want — not Johnny. But he wasn’t and maybe it was a sign that it’s not really meant to be.

It was stupid. Everything was stupid because you impulsively bought a ticket to his hometown, excusing that it has nothing to do with him when in fact, you just missed him and you missed that town because it became your home for years too.

And now you’re hurting yourself because no matter how small the town is, and how barely there were any changes. You still can’t find him.

You found yourself sitting on a bench near the park’s fountain. It was nothing but cold and lonely because it was the same spot where the two of you would sit and just talk and talk until you two realised that it’s late at night.

It was the same spot where the two of you called it off…whoever decided to call it off, you barely remember, you hardly recall what you two were fighting about. You just know that both of you are tired and perhaps, it was just a sad case of falling out of love.

You remember the paper bag and as you were about to open the bag, you recall Johnny’s words to you. You couldn’t help but be confused with his words, you pondered about it too. What was Johnny trying to say?

But you find yourself fishing out your phone from your jean’s pocket. Opening your contacts and seeing how you never seemed to change his contact name. You wanted to press the call button, but a part of you wishes to leave a little pride to yourself. What's the use of trying to get back with your ex-boyfriend? Will second chances change anything?

But you miss him so much that it hurts. Years of silence and hardly any news from him, you still found yourself going to the place where everything happened. Maybe it was a grave mistake that you booked a flight to the town, because now that you’re here, the place is playing with your feelings.

Yet, you couldn’t do anything when you clicked the call button, muttering curses and “fuck it.”

“You called…” that’s when you know that no matter how many years have passed, your heart still calls for him.

“Hi Mark,” you greeted awkwardly, your hands were shaky but you tried so much to not drop your phone. “Listen, I’m back in town, I was hoping that we could meet maybe, over a cup of coffee?”

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[intoxjaecated]

late night, city lights, and you.

“people are temporary, but what do you do when you find someone you really can't imagine leaving? how do you ask the universe to make them stay?”

mark lee x gn!reader

genre  angst, fluff (?), hurt/comfort

warnings  mentions of toxic household, intrusive suicidal thoughts, some curse words, english is not my first language so please take that into account as you read or leave constructive feedback and lmk if there’s sumn i missed ‹3

word count  1k+

Watching the city lights with the cold night breeze has always given you comfort—more than home. That’s why you often find yourself driving to this place, far enough from your life's chaotic reality and expectations you can never live up to. A lot has been going on in your life lately and you feel suffocated with all your responsibilities piling up as the firstborn automatically making you the next in line to your parents with the responsibilities with your siblings, while also being a struggling college student. It seems that everyone around you forgets that you are also trying to cope and learn how to navigate life, and all these expectations on you are taking a toll on your well-being.

While you were lost in your head you suddenly felt a hand carefully lean your head to his shoulder, breathing in that familiar perfume you instantly knew who he was— Mark. Your best friend. Soulmate. Ride or Die.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, slightly chuckling in amusement that your favorite person is beside you exactly when you feel like disappearing.

"I just saw your Instagram story and I... just knew," he whispered, voice too low like he was careful of every word that would slip off his mouth. scared you might try to escape from his presence.

"hmm.. what did you figure from my story?" you hummed, leaning comfortably at him,

"what do I not know about you anyway," he chuckled lightly, finding it also amusing how fast he grabbed his keys and followed you as soon as you didn’t respond to his reply to your story

"but like, do you wanna talk about it?" he continued, saying it in a manner that you could easily break down the façade you've been putting on. 

“I just have a lot on my plate right now with all this family drama I was literally shaking and barely managed to finish my problem set as soon as my mom entered my room because I know exactly what will happen if dad found out that she is roaming around his house without telling any of us of her ‘visit’. And to make things worse, my dad went home earlier than usual and saw her in the act, and then of course they fought again. She was so haughty you know? she spoke to him so casually as if she was forgiven as if she apologized for cheating on him and for ruining whatever our fucked up family had… and I, as usual, had to step in again and tell them to talk like actual adults…” you scoffed, recalling the commotion that happened earlier that night “I don’t need them to patch up their marriage, I just need them to at least talk without raising their voices, and bringing back past incidents having faults and trauma competition. At least for my younger siblings’ sake, but from what I saw earlier maybe I should just give that shit up.”

"Plus, college is badly draining me out since my grades were not parred with what my father expected and I’m really trying my best to get better grades but none of that shit seems to go my way.” sighing, “I don't know… I've always tried living in a way I wasn't any burden to anyone especially when I figured I was conceived before marriage which forced my parents to marry each other and for my mom to stop pursuing her college degree. Now they’re a mess, which also fucked me over and my siblings’ lives. I feel responsible for all of this shit you know, that’s why I try to live as the firstborn child they wanted me to be. I did my best to somehow reach their expectations... and my whole life revolved around this. But still, there are days when it gets a little more unbearable than usual so I just... feel tired you know? I just... want it to stop, but dying is such a selfish thing to do, so I can't" you whispered, barely audible like you wanted it to slip with the cold night breeze

"you… have me, you know that right?" he whispered, caressing your hair

"I do. Of course, I do. God, you're the best thing that’s ever happened to me," a tear slipped from your eyes,

“you're one of my answered prayers, Mark— no actually you're so much more than I have asked for, and I'll forever be thankful for you walking into my life and embracing me and my fucked up life.” there was this small pause, as you’ve wondered how could you ever tell anyone your intrusive thoughts and how could you deliver it to them without them looking you like a sorry excuse of a person afterward but this is Mark, and Mark is Mark so you proceed to tell him the thoughts plaguing your mind for a while now, 

“but like if one day I... leave forever... I hope everyone forgets me including you, I don't want anyone to think they didn't try saving me, I don't want anyone to blame themselves for me giving up..." you choked, still refusing to meet his eyes.

you heard him sniff as the shoulder you were leaning on shook lightly. you chuckled, sitting properly and facing your adorable walking diary, gently placing your thumbs on his cheek caressing the trail that his tears left,

"Hey, don't cry... I'm just saying... maybe it's just another meaningless sad shit I have, but like, I have no plans of leaving... yet" you smiled at him, his nose was red already

"I love you so much Mark Lee..." you said, meeting his gaze

"I love you too..."

At that moment Mark once again pondered the question you asked him before “people are temporary, but what do you do when you find someone you really can't imagine leaving? how do you ask the universe to make them stay?” 

The first time you asked him that he didn’t know how he could answer, but this time he knows. You don’t. You don’t ask them to stay. Mark answered in the back of his mind. Because nothing could ever make you stay if you finally decided to leave and that is how he concluded that he just needs to stay with you and hope that will be enough to change your mind, enough to make you stay somehow. But if that’s not enough, he’ll surely spend the rest of his life praying that reincarnation is real, and that he gets to spend that life with you too.

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[channie301]

#MARK : I dream of you, almost every night

hopefully, I won't wake up this time.

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[layuhsblog]

"y/n, can I call you baby." Mark's voice cut you off from your train of thoughts,

"what do you mean? aren't we already on a call? how will you call me while being on a call-"

he laughed, suddenly very flustered.

"n-no i meant...can I call you baby..like the nickname baby." oh.

"i thought i already was your baby."

insert awkward, confused, lovestruck noises.

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[watermelonxes]

I have a crush on you series ♡

After not seeing Mark for a few weeks, you finally got your hoddie back. Since Mark's was pretty busy and he lived quite far, your schedules never aligned.

"Here you go, don't get mad at me but I also wore it a few times too" you remembered him saying when he handed it over. It had gotten a little chilly after sunset and Mark had already left as he urgently had to return to his dorm but promising to take you home properly next time.

So you took the jumper and the moment you put it on, Mark's scent had already stuck to your jumper. While it was your own, it felt as if you was borrowing one of Mark's jumper, causing you blush slightly. While you was embarrassed to admit it, finding out that Mark wore the jumper a few times made you happy, making you slowly come to the realisation that ...

I think I have a crush on you

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