𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒 | Ranboo X Reader

15

"Thanks for dinner Mark!" Tubbo said as Y/n walked him to the door. It was almost 11 p.m. and you all had to work tommorow. Mark sending Tubbo a small wave back as he washed the dishes in the sink from when they were cooking the meal.

"Thank you for telling me Y/n." Tubbo said softly as he gave Y/n another small hug.

"Yea not a problem." Y/n said in response as she studied her brother's sad, broken, bloodshot eyes. "Just remember you can't tell Tommy okay?" Y/n said as Tubbo went to put on his thin coat.

"Oh yea don't worry about that." He said as he went for the door handle. "Thanks you guys! I'll see you tommorow!" He said as Y/n shut the door softly behind him.

"Goddamn." You and Mark whispered at the same time causing you both to look up at each other.

"You can go home Mark." You said with a sigh as you tried to take over the dishes from Mark, but he didn't budge.

"I'm almost done. Can you please be patient?" Mark said with a slightly sassy tone as he pushed you back playfully to give himself some more elbow room.

"Alright fine." You said putting you hands up in the air surrendering causing you and Mark to laugh a little bit.

"Thank you Mark." Y/n said as she trailed behind him to the door.

"Not a problem. I'll be here okay?" Mark said after he turned around to look at Y/n earning a small hum from her before turning around to let himself out. Y/n closing the door behind him after waving at him as he walked down the hall.

"What the hell am I thinking?" You said to yourself outloud before making your way to the bathroom to take a nice and refreshing shower.

The whole time you were in the shower, all you could think about was how you spilled out your emotions. But atleast it made her feel better right? You thought to yourself as you changed into some comfortable clothes. Why are you always like this Mark? Why? You get so attached to someone and then you find yourself falling for them making them push you away. Mark thought to himself as he turned off the lights in the apartment that looked somewhat similar to Y/n's one, except with only one bedroom.

Opening up his phone he was thinking about a way to apologize to Y/n about losing his composure at dinner tonight.

...typing

"Oh?" Y/n mumbled as she went to open her messages to Mark to thank him once again for his help today. She waited with her and Mark's messages open waiting for Mark to send a text. Putting down her phone on her nightstand to get more comfortable, but when she went to grab her phone she accidentally hit one of the letters on the keyboard causing Mark's typing to instantly stop.

Shit.