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• title , pairing : a kiss | mark lee x fem!reader
• description : it was complicated more than it seems.
• genre : fluff, angst.
• note : bestfriend!mark, consumption of alcohol.
• word count : 1615
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“Let's grab a drink!” You geeked, gesturing as if there's a liquor in your hands, “Since we're almost finish with this requirement, i think it's safe to suggest we enjoy for a bit.” cheekily moving closer his frame with brows wiggling poignantly, causing Mark to shook his head, eyes rolling jokingly.
He nudge your forehead with his index finger, “You know how low your tolerance is,still you love drinking alcohol.” he spat, bringing his attention back to his laptop, typing a little more to revise some paragraphs.
“Tsk.” You huff out, shoulder slumping back on the sofa. “That's why you're so boring.”
“I'm not boring...” Mark utter nonchalantly, gaze fixated on the screen with lids lazily flickering– trying to act less defensive by pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. “I was just being objective... Besides, I don't want to clean up your mess.”
You automatically pouted hearing his frank comment, clear enough that you won't be able to deny how much he knew your antics. You continue to frown, thinking of a next step to persuade him.
“Markkkkk,” you singsong, wrapping your arms on his upper limb while cutesy bouncing on the sofa.
“Urgh, eww... What a torture” he blurt, wiggling off your stubborn touch, sternly saying no.
“Just this one...” You continue to bug him, “I haven't drink anything for the past months. You know how busy we are prioritizing our studies. Pretty please!” batting your eyelashes through his direction.
“But I'm still editing these files.” He mumbled, mockingly gazing at you with raised brow. Slowly getting pissed, you mirrored his expression with a scowl creeping up your face. Having a staring contest with him until he give in to your pitiful request.
“Okay. Okay... Lemme just save the document.” He sigh in defeat, shutting the laptop down through the process. “Let's go before I regret granting your request.”
“Heh, you just can't neglect my charms.”
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“Whatever.”
“What else do you need?” Mark half sarcastically said, tapping his foot against the tile flooring.
You grin apologetically, “That chocolate bar.” not that you were really sorry for bringing him to the nearest convenient store and started to shop for your everyday necessities.
