Why do you love me?

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[Y/n] was always told as a child that no one would love him. He believed it even now.

Mark and [y/n] were sitting on the couch cuddling and all when the urge to ask that question popped into his head. "Mark?" Mark nodded. "Why do you love me?" Mark looked shocked by the question. [Y/n] hid his face in Mark's chest. "Why would you ask that?" Mark asked in return. "I just wanted to know." Mark smiled at the thought of everything about [y/n] that he loved. "I love you because you are kind, curious, artistic, funny, awesome, and a good cook." Mark patted [y/n]'s head. "Really?" The smaller one asked. "Really." Mark said.

The two fell asleep one the couch together after a sweet kiss was shared.

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