Crazy In Love
Mark Imagine for Anon sorry its late
I have been waiting for Mark to text me back all day. He’s supposed to be telling me where this party is. I know he’s not busy, because today is his day off. Maybe I’m waiting on nothing. Maybe he doesn’t want me at the party. Maybe I’m just overthinking this and he’ll message me any minute.
‘JYP dance studio, 2nd floor, 8pm’
Thats all I got. I waited all day for that. I texted back ‘K’ and got ready.
Since I was told about a week ago that it wasn’t fancy, I put on jeans and a t-shirt. I quickly looked at the clock and realized I had about an hour to get there. I decided to just dilly dally around my house a bit before having to leave.
I didn’t even think I should go to be honest. It didn’t really seem like Mark wanted me there. But of course I’m gonna go and have a good time.
I arrived a little bit after 8 and just stood in the door way. The first person to approach me was a very cheerful Youngjae.
“Y/N!!!” He yelled while engulfing me in a hug. I of course hugged him back.
“Hey Youngjae, how have you been?” I questioned.
“I’ve been good, just a little tired, but its worth it, how about you I haven’t seen you in like a month.”
“I’ve been… busy… just trying to get the time to pass as all..”
“I get what you mean.. But have fun, there’s food there.” he said pointing towards a table where JB and Jackson were standing at. “Then um.. you know where the bathroom is, right?” He asked worriedly.
“Yes right down the hall” I chuckled at his question.
“Okay good.. NOW LETS GET TO THE PARTY” He said and ran off.
I of course laughed at how hyper he always seemed. Youngjae was who I was the closest too out of Got7. He know’s tons of my secrets and I know his.
I look around to try and find Mark, but I just couldn’t seem to. I walked up to the food table and grabbed a cookie.
“Hey y/n, you looking for Mark?” Jackson questioned with a mouth full of cupcake.
“Uh yeah actually, have you seen him?” I asked and he just points behind me. I turned and saw what seemed to be an angry Mark.
“Is he mad at me?” I asked while turning back to Jackson.
“Why are you asking me? I’m not inside his head.” He says grabbing a cookie, then walking away.
I decided to take Jacksons little advice and ask Mark. I slow walk over towards him, in hopes that maybe his mood will change.
“Hi.” He says then walks away.
Whats wrong with Mark? He never acts like this. What could I have done to make him mad at me?
“Hey are you okay?” I turn to see a worried BamBam.
“uh yeah… I think so…”
“Do you need to talk?”
“Okay follow me.” He says grabbing my hand and taking me out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
“I place where we can talk in peace silly”
He finally pulls me into a room. He sits down on the couch, then pats on the spot beside him. I sit down at the spot he patted.
“Okay so whats wrong?”
“I think Mark is mad at me…”
“I don’t think so… You know we’re really busy… he hasn’t had much sleep either.. maybe its that?”
“I don’t know… Maybe I did do something…”
“What could you have possibly have done?”
“That’s the thing I don’t know…”
“I don’t think you should worry… He might just be having a bad day.. and a pretty girl like you shouldn’t let someone in a bad mood ruin there day…”
“Thank you BamBam..”
“Anytime..” He says hugging me. “You know how I said you’re pretty?” he says questioning while pulling away slowly.
“You’re more than just pretty… You’re beautiful… Mark is lucky to have you-“
“I’m serious… any guy would be lucky to have you..”
“Thanks" I say looking down.
“Don’t look down.. no one can see your cute face when you hide it like that” He says as I look back up at him.
He pushes a piece of hair out of my face.
“LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE” Mark yells as he enters the door.
“woah dude I wasn’t doing anything.” BamBam says standing up and putting his hands in the air.
“I highly doubt that…. You just need to keep your filthy hands away from her.” He says while getting in BamBam’s face.
“She was the one who hit on me..” He says trying to save himself from a highly angered Mark.
“Yeah sure whatever you say.. Y/n you’re coming with me..” He says grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door.
“Where are we going?” I question.
“A place.” He states.
“Can you at least let go of my wrist? It hurts..”
“Yeah sure..” He says letting go.
“Why is it so cold?” I say rubbing my hands on my arms.
“I don’t know I don’t control the weather.”
We continue walking in silence for a bit, but I only got colder. I breath into my hands and rub them together.
“Here take this.” He says taking of his jacket and handing it to me.
“Thanks.” I say putting on the jacket and continue walking.
“We’re here.” He says stopping in front of some stairs next to a small coffee shop.
“What is this?”
“You really don’t recognize this? How stupid are you? UGH” he says kicking the trashcan, then sitting on the stairs.
I look around in confusion.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be acting this way… I’ve been rude to you for weeks now-“
“I get it you’re busy and tired..”
“Just because I’m busy and tired doesn’t mean I can treat the love of my life so harshly…. I was just scared…”
“What? Why would you be scared?” I say sitting beside him.
“I overheard you talking to Youngjae one day.. about how you used to like BamBam… and I guess he heard me tell Jackson.. and he said he liked you too… I just… I don’t wanna lose you… a-and the fact you can’t remember this place….I just… I don’t know anymore…”
“You won’t lose me to Bambam… I promise you…. Now Rap Monster from BTS… thats another story..”
“I’m done” he says starting to get up as I laugh and pull him back down.
“I was kidding.. Okay.. I love you.. I will always love you.. even if the day comes you stop loving me.. you will always be in my heart…”
“Okay give me my jacket.”
“Okay?” I say taking it off and handing it to him.
He starts digging in the pockets and pulls out a small box. He stands up in front of me and gets down on one knee.
“You made me a promise and I hope you keep it, because this question has been running through my mind the whole 2 years we’ve been together… I love you.. You’re what I know as a forever and always… So with that being said.. Will you y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n make me the happiest man and be my wife?” He says opening the box slightly, with a smile slowly growing.
“I remember now… This is the place we met… I told you love was stupid.. and you said you could prove me wrong…” I say smiling as tears being to form.
“Looks like I did… I told you so…” he says chuckling a bit…” So… whats your answer?…”
“YES OBVIOUSLY” I say as we both stand as I grab his face and kiss him. We slowly pull away and he slips the ring on my finger.
“You’re such a cliche, you know?” I say admiring the ring.
“Yeah, but cliches are the best.” he says putting he arm around my shoulders as we begin walking back to the party.