Love doesn't last [Jeno]

5. Do you even like me?

“I spoke with the others, why are so many of us writing about love?” I asked as I placed my hand on his chest just as he had his arm around me. He looks annoyed when I ask about the topic and I don’t know why.

Mark gets exhausted, this isn’t the first time but this is the first time he looks annoyed. “Why do you always talk about work? When we are home, how about we drop work talk?” he said in an annoyed voice and stood up as my head hits the blanket.

He walks to his closet and finds his night clothing and just when he is about to walk out the stops. His head turns slightly to the right, facing one of my eyes.

“The owner of our company said that topic love is streaming everywhere. So many of our writers are willing to do a favor for the company” he said a bit sad because he thinks I won't write that love story.

Seeing Mark like this is new and I don’t like it. I don’t want him to be sad especially when I have lied about our start. Just when I fix the bed and cover myself he comes all dressed up and ready to sleep.

He doesn’t say anything more, just opens the blanket a bit and comes inside but faces the boring wall instead of my face. “Mark” I started and moved closer to him.

I placed my arms around him and hugged him from behind while I talked. “I will write that love story, only because I don’t like seeing you like this,” I said scoffing and pull my hands away from his waist.

“Y/n, I love you so much!” he quickly responded after hearing what he wanted to and kissed me on the cheek.

Being in a relationship with Mark, I feel like I just do what he wants to because I don’t want him to know the truth. “I am going to Paris,” I said as we were inches from each other.

Looking into Mark's brown confused eyes made me worry a bit about going away from our home. I have never been away from Mark. In a relationship where love is always in the air, the lover's hearts would be aching.

But mine is quiet and calm, I don’t know about Mark. “You are going to Paris? Why?” is what I thought he would ask but instead he gave me a casual reaction.

“Paris is a good choice, writing a love story there would be fun” is what he truly said and grabbed his phone. His lover is leaving with another person, which he didn’t care to ask about and he is fine with it?

Sometimes I wonder if Mark even likes me. “Yeah, maybe I will find my true love there,” I said with a badass voice and a harsh look on my face.