[9:19pm] You arrive at the 127 dorms, pulling your shoes off after entering with your spare key Taeyong had given to you for when you just wanted to drop by and do whatever. Which usually meant you would clean and cook for them, but you didn’t mind.
You walk through the dorm, smiling and talking to whomever had stopped you while you were on your way to Mark’s room. Which the only reason you knew he was home was because you had texted Donghyuck. Mark had been ignoring you the past few days.
“Mark,” you push open his door and see him sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to the door. His head was tilted down, he looked tense. “Mark.”
“What do you want, Y/N?” You nearly took a step back at his tone. But you pressed on, closing the door behind you and walking around his bed to stand in front of him.
“Why have you been ignoring me texts and calls?”
“Why do you care?” He snapped looking up from his lap to meet your eyes, his head craning back a little to meet your gaze.
“Because you’re my best friend-“ he scoffs and laughs bitterly.
“Is that all I am to you?” He looks away for a minute biting his lip in silence before speaking up again. “After I try so hard... am I nothing more than your best friend? Nothing more than someone you could love as a best friend. I thought I had been doing everything right, but I’m still just your best friend.”
You stood in silence and shock as he looked back down to his lap.
But you don’t. Instead you step closer, your legs on either side of his as you lift his chin up and force him to look at you. Your eyes search his for any sign of a lie but find nothing confusion at your sudden close proximity. Your hand moves from his chin to his cheek as you caress his face, your other hand moving to settle into the nape of his neck.
“Shut up Mark.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “Just shut up and kiss me so I can tell you how stupid you are.”
And he does. His lips meeting yours in a fit of passion as his hand grip your hips, pulling you into his lap.
Minutes later, pulling away for air for the umpteenth time, you find yourself with swollen lips, red faced, and your legs on either side of his as you sat straddling him. “You are such a fool, Mark Lee. But you’re the fool I love.”