Mark Is Acting Weird (3/?)
Genre: Angst (Mark x reader)
Summary: In the middle of his tour, Y/n notices that Mark had been more distant and not really acting like himself and she doesn’t know why.
Word Count: 1680
Sorry for any errors.
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You had your hopes up of their return being in the morning as planned, but unfortunately their flight was delayed and you had to suffer another few hours without Mark, your boyfriend of two years. With the new plan in action, it was now the evening and you were waiting for the seven boys in their dorm.
Because you were who you were, you couldn’t help but arrive earlier than planned, keeping yourself busy by cleaning up a few things and playing with Coco. When the hour came near you waited “patiently” by the door. It had been three months without Mark and you just wished he allowed you to pick him up at the airport, but since you two were still a secret, you knew better than to go against his decision.
“It’s 11:04! They said they were going to be here at 10:30, what is taking so long?!?” you whined. You threw yourself off the couch and let out an ugly sigh.
Literally within a minute you heard the door knob fidgeting and you jumped back up and ran to open it.
You were greeted by seven smiling yet exhausted faces. “Y/n!” they all cheered, except for Mark, who shouted “Babe!” as he ran to you.
Mark practically tackled you down with a hug and his lips crashed into yours. On normal circumstances neither of you had this much pda in front of the rest of the boys, but considering that these last three months felt like three years, you couldn’t care less.
All the boys gagged at the two of you, “Eeeeeeewwwwwwww!” “Agh my eyes!” “Get a room!”
“Shut up!” Mark laughed. “You’re all just jealous cuz you all don’t have girlfriends!”
“YoU AlL doN’t hAVe gIrlFriEndS!” Jackson mocked. “Whatever! Just let us say hi to y/n already!”
You gave Jackson a hug first. Being as extra as he was, he spun you around before he let you greet the others only to hug you again when you finished your round of hugs.
The boys were all tired and the excitement of being home died down once they all dispersed into their rooms to unpack (more like fall into their beds).
You stood by Mark’s bed, sorting out his packed clothes that needed to be put away or sent to the wash. “Babe, why don’t we go back to your place. I want to show you the stuff I got you and I know that if I lay down, I aint gonna get back up again.” He whispered into your ear, hugging you from behind.
“But you’re tired. I am sure you will be happy in your own bed.”
“I’d be happier if you were in my bed with me.” You could feel him smirk as he kissed your neck
“Guys.” Yougjae’s sleepy voice broke the two of you out of your bubble.
With a blushed face, you peered back at him. Youngjae stood at the doorway holding coco in his hands, having followed her into the room. “I love you both, I really do but the last thing I want to overhear is you guys flirting and it leading to something very mentally scarring…Y/n for all of our sakes, take that boy home with you” he requested.
“I see you haven’t changed the place a single bit.” he smiled as he looked at the picture of you the two you kept on your coffee table.
“Wow, how tired are you that you didn’t notice the new couches you were sitting on?!?” you laughed. “Aw, baby you are too tired!” you cooed as you gave him a small peck.
“Hm” he hummed with a smile, feeling your lips on his “Wait.” He whined pulling you back and kissing you again when you kept the first kiss so short.
Unlike how he usually kissed you, nice and slow until it got heated, he now went straight to the deeper kisses, not really giving you a chance to catch up. He pushed you back on the couch, getting on top of you. His lips moved down your neck and his hand went up your shirt. He slipped it off you and you helped take off his sweater, but then you came to your senses. “Mark, wait!” you said with a labored breath.
He didn’t stop and you had to tell him again, which thankfully he listened. “What is it?” he asked looking down at you
“You are moving too fast. I don’t want this to lead to anything, not yet.”
He lowered himself back down on you, this time kissing you more gently. “C’mon babe, let’s just do it already.”
“Not yet, I want to wait. Remember?”
“But it’s been two years!” he argued
“But you agreed we would wait till we were married.” You threw back at him. “You promised me.”
“Ugh fine.” He sat back up with a tense jaw.
You grabbed your shirt and moved up to him. “Look, Mark I get it. I really want to also but-“
“Shhh, just give me a second” he said soft but sternly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down
You stayed quiet, simply putting your shirt back on until he was ready to talk again
He looked back at you with a look you couldn’t describe. “If you want to wait, then we will wait.” He practically groaned.
You gave him a peck. “Thank you”
“Yeah… yeah ok”
There was a silence between the two of you and you knew things were still not right. “Mark?”
You scooted closer to him “Are you mad at me?”
Now he looked confused. “What?”
“The last few weeks or so you have been distant with me. You’ve never been than distant with me before and then suddenly you get back and it’s like… well more pda than when you usual. Most of the time when you get back you aren’t this affectionate. It’s all out of character… And because of what happened right now… Are you mad that we haven’t had sex yet?” You finally had the courage to bring up.
He looked away from you, staring into space for a long time. The fact that he didn’t say anything didn’t make you feel better.
“…Why don’t I show you the gifts I got you?” he asked entirely avoiding the topic
“Mark” you began sternly. “just tell me.”
He ignored you, getting up from couch, not bothering to put his shirt back on. He grabbed the backpack he left by your door and placed it on the coffee table.
Still he ignored you. He opened up the bag and started unloading it.
You let out a disappointing sigh. “Mark”
“Y/n, I really don’t want to talk about this right now. It is already late and right now I just want to give you your gifts and then we go to bed!”
“Ok fine” you said softly.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Ok” he mumbled. “Um let me just, uh, show you now.” Finally, he looked back at you. He reached into the bag randomly pulling out a velvet box. “This is a gold necklace I got from Malaysia. I felt it matched that gold bracelet I got you last year.”
You opened the box. It was a thin gold chain with cute little pendent. The fact that it was gold is the only thing that would make it match the bracelet he was talking about, but it was the thought that counted and it was still a beautiful necklace. “It’s so pretty, thank you” you said softly still sensing his frustration.
He let out a yawn as he pulled out a folded up blouse. “I got you this in Hong Kong. I hope I got the right size.”
You took the shirt and opened it up. It was a simple low cut white blouse with “I *heart* HK” on it. You held it against you to compare the size. “Um, it’s a size too big… but don’t worry I am still going to wear it.”
He pulled out another shirt from the backpack. “I got you this shirt from Japan because it has bad English on it and I know those always make you laugh.”
You opened up the black t-shirt to read “Today will be yesterday” in big letters. “Oh my- you can’t be serious!” you laughed “They were actually selling this? Like a legit stand and all?”
“Ha, yeah. There were other shirts that had grammar errors but this was the funniest”. He went back to the backpack again. “This next gift isn’t actually from me. It is from Momma Bam.” He pulled out a small box and handed it to you.
In the box was a cute pair of silver earrings. “These are so pretty!” you squealed. “Agh, remind me to call her tomorrow and say thank you. I really miss her! Next time Bambam goes to Thailand, I am going to hide in his suitcase to go see her!”
“Well good luck with that plan… ok, last gift, I know you were mad at the giant maknae for breaking your pair of beats, so when I was in Singapore I bought you a red pair.” He said as he pulled out a box of headphones.
You sat next to him with an armful of gifts, each of the ones he got you had a thought behind it and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilt for saying he was acting so weird. You had just been overthinking his actions when all this time he was probably legitimately really tired and busy, but he was still thinking about you.
You slid your hand in his. “Thank you for all this stuff, I love them.”
He kissed your hand and pulled you into a lazy hug side hug. “I’m glad you do babe.”
By now his tension was gone, but you could he sleep getting to him. It was probably best to let the whole topic go and just let him get some rest. “C’mon baby, let’s go to bed.”