𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒 | Ranboo X Reader

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TW: STRONG LANGUAGE & VIOLENCE

It has been a good amount of time, since Y/n and Mark had given one another space.

Mark and Y/n would alternate days to come over to one another's house for dinner, mostly because it was cheaper for them to cook instead of eat out by themselves.

But over these past few months, they worked together by going to counseling and therapy together they were able to get over their similar problems.

It was tough but there were still some "blind spots" that Y/n felt like she had for Mark. Some that she felt were very important.

Like how they needed to talk more about each other to each other.

Or, how they didn't know each other's favorite food, or color.

As well as things that they liked or disliked about one another.

Y/n never learned these things about him, and he didn't know these things about her either. Or atleast she didn't tell him.

A knock on the door startled Mark, as there was an unexpected visitor outside his door.

Glancing at the clock above the TV he realized how early it was yet. 6:28 A.M.

There was another sudden set of sudden knocks on the door that scared him, knowing it could be Y/n.

"Hello, Pretty boy." Mark heard once he opened the door.

After not seeing anyone, he went to close the door confused about the voice until it was pushed open forcefully.

"Yo who do you th-" he started as he stumbled backwards until he caught sight of the man.

"Jonah?"

The man's short scuffed beard and dark circles under his eyes caught Mark by suprise. He looked like he went to hell and back.

"You son of a bitch... trynna play the victim huh?" Jonah said in a low growl, before giving the door a harsh push slamming it shut.

"L-look dude, I don't want any trouble- man." Mark stuttered out, putting his hands up in surrender as he walked slowly backwards towards the balcony.

"Oh, no you asked for this." Jonah said keeping up with Mark as the two made their way through the living room, to the balcony door.

"Asked for?"

"Trouble, young man." Jonah said before taking a fast swing to Mark's stomach.

Clenching his core, he made the punch have less impact than Jonah ought to have thought it would. Taking that as a diversion, Mark swiftly unlocked and opened the sliding glass door.

"Look Jonah, I don't know why you're here, but I don't want to fight man." Mark said, taking the step down onto the balcony. The crisp, cool, morning breeze hitting them both.

"You took my precious Y/n away from me you dick!" Jonah yelled.

That's all Mark wanted, was for someone to hear him yell. It worked, just a little too well.

After that, it was over. Jonah started venting to Mark. First it was him being mad, and yelling at Mark. It was all a little too funny to see him get red like a tomato. But then the yelling started to turn into crying, and puddles of tears that dried with the mixture of high winds and the sunrises' heat.

Soon there was a knock on Mark's door, and Jonah was swept back into reality and realized he was in some trouble now.

"You think you're getting out of this, this time huh?!" Jonah yelled over the loud knocking and shouting at the door.

"Wh-"

Jonah tackled Mark, this time Mark's height not benefiting him one bit as the two stumbled over the balcony railing.