All You Wanted
♡ Anonymous: Hiiiii I love your blog lol ❤ can I request a scenario with mark where the oc and mark are friends and he confesses to her but she avoids him even though she likes him back? (With a fluffy ending please!)
♡ Pairing: Mark x Reader
♡ Genre: Fluff
♡ Song: 어쿠루브 (Acourve) - 그날 (The Day)
Mark made your heart beat faster. Whenever he was with you, whenever he talked to you it was as if you were in a dream. His sweet innocent smiles pulled the living breather out of you. His voice sounded like a beautiful poem to your ears and his face was like an ancient sculpture; ethereal and dainty. Every time he was around you wanted to tell him that you loved him. That you thought more of him than a mere friend. But the fear of losing him stopped you every time.
Mark was the first person to talk to you when you transferred schools. Nervousness was one thing but you were scared you might be treated as an outcast. But when you sat next to him, he was quick on smiling at you and engaging you in a hearty conversation. His friends became yours and soon you two were inseparable. You were beside him through all his heartbreaks and bad grades. As you grew up things became different. Mark grew taller than you, his face matured and so did his attitude. You suddenly began to feel things for him that were foreign to your mind before. Your heart was exploring new emotions that you thought you were incapable of feeling.
It was a bleak Friday evening as you two walked around the campus grounds, inhaling the frosty cold air and killing time. He had his hands inserted deeply in his pockets and you had your fingers intertwined behind your back. Your feet picked at stray rocks and kicked at them lazily. “Why are we here again?” You asked, curious. The brilliant lights that surrounded the park illuminated Mark’s delicate features. If you were a heart patient, you would have an arrhythmia attack because your heart was pounding against your ribs a little too forcefully.
“I wanted to ask you something,” he uttered. His pace slowed and he stopped to look at you. His face was a mass of confusion and nervousness. He was always like that. “The thing is that…” You wanted him to carry on, your impatience physically hurting you.
“What’s wrong Mark,” you asked. He cleared his throat and walked closer to you. You instinctively took a step back, afraid that his closeness might bring your hidden feelings to your lips.
“Y/N, I sort of,” he started and then looked away. “I like you. A lot Like more than friends.” You stared at him wide eyed, not believing your ears. It was as if someone pulled the ground from your feet. You detached your fingers and stood still. It was all too surreal, all too good to be happening. If you acknowledged his feelings, told him you liked him too, would you both go out? What if you broke up then? Will you lose him forever?
The possibilities left you paralysed. Your rapid palpitations dwindled gradually. “It’s okay if you don’t like me.” You shook your head and looked away, smiling discreetly to yourself. This can’t be happening. This can’t happen. You thought.
“Mark, I don’t know.” You said, finally. And then you ran away. Even before you realised what you were doing, your legs carried you away from him, tears forming in your eyes. Why? Because he confessed? Because you felt you’ll lose him?
The next few days were a misery. He was in all of your classes and nothing you did could take you away from him. You were already embarrassed by what you did but more embarrassed for the fact that he actually liked you. All those years you spent fawning over him, staring at him fondly. There he was, confessing. He would stare at you mostly, wondering why you left. Every time he tried to talk to you, you would disappear. It hurt him, not because he felt rejected but because he thought that he had lost you. He missed your laughter, your uncanny humour and your warm hugs. But then he caught you, sitting alone in the park and staring at the sky. You had your hair in a cheeky ponytail. If he would rewind time, he would run to you and hug you from behind and you both would be a laughing mess. But this time he tiptoed towards you, afraid that you might leave.
“Hi,” he said, sitting next to you. You were surprised to hear his voice but something in you felt relieved.
“Hey,” you replied, petrified.
“How’s life,” he asked. It seemed normal, he was too calm. It broke your heart.
“Mark, I’m so sorry for what-” You started but he interrupted you.
“Yea I know. You don’t like me in that way. Let’s forget it ever happened.”
“No Mark!” Your voice came out higher than you wanted it to. It caught him by surprise as his gaze fell on you, startled. It was intimidating and made you want to run away again. But you weren’t going to. “I like you too Mark. I was just too scared to confess because I thought I’d lose you. Because we will break up and become strangers and I didn’t want that happening.”
“How are you so sure we will break up?” His voice was gentle. You gulped as you stared into his eyes. “We can’t make our decisions based on what will happen. We have to make them based on how we feel right now. We will never be as young.” A cool breeze swept by you two as the silence filled in. He was still beautiful, and he still loved you. And when he pecked your lips, your concerns vanished. He was really all you wanted.