septiplier one shots

Mistaken

Sean's POV

Mark. Mark was all I ever wanted in a boyfriend. Genuine smile, a loving heart, and those brown eyes of his always caught my attention, but of course, I couldn't have him. I knew I would be too late, I'm not good with getting my feelings out right away. But apparently, Aaron was though. It was really early one morning, almost , and I was messing around on my phone with social media. First Tumblr, looking at people's artwork of different things with me in it. I reblogged a few of the pieces, commented on some stuff, then I moved on to Twitter. I checked my timeline, my mentions. I answered some people's tweets on there before I decided I was bored with the internet and wanted my morning coffee. I got up from the couch and wandered into my kitchen, making my way towards the coffee maker. I made my favorite, black with two spoonfuls of sugar. (I'm not sure if that's his actual favorite or not but whatevs) I sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed my coffee all by myself, just like usual sadly. Then, I heard the familiar ringing of an incoming Skype call coming in. I sat my coffee down and jumped up, running out of the kitchen and down the hallway so I could catch it in time. I sat down and smiled as I saw the name 'Markimoo' displayed on the screen. I clicked accept and not long after, Mark's face popped up. A smile soon came to his face too.

"Hey Jackaboy." he said softly. He looked a little tired. It would be somewhere around 9:00 pm for him.

"Hey Mark! You look kinda tired, shouldn't you be heading off to bed?" I asked. He stifled a yawn and smiled once again.

"Actually, why are you awake? It's too early for you, Jacky." he laughed. I chuckled along with him, savoring the sound of his beautiful laugh. Liking Mark wasn't easy, there were too many things about him that were perfect. I couldn't even pick a favorite, that's how many things there were. That reminded me that I needed to actually tell him I liked him. We soon quieted down and I spoke up again.

"I'm actually glad you skyped me, I've been meaning to tell you something." I blushed as I messed with the long sleeve on my shirt.

"I've been meaning to tell you something too. That's why I skyped you in the first place." he explained. I nodded.

"You can tell me first, if you want." He nodded this time and smiled once again.

"Well.. I just got done skyping with Aaron and he told me something really important. I don't want to make a decision until I've had your input though. You're the friend I can go to if I need help making a decision." Friend. Of course, all I am is a friend. Wait, Aaron? What could he have possibly told Mark that was so important? My face looses it's light a bit but I smile at him anyway.

"Sure, I'll help you. Uh, what did he say?" I asked awkwardly. Mark looked down at the floor and I saw the redness on his cheeks.

"He told me he liked me. And I mean, I like him too, y'know? Then he asked me to be his boyfriend, and I want to say yes but I'm not sure about this. It's like something is holding me back." he said sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. That's when my heart shattered into what seemed like a million pieces. OF COURSE! Of course Aaron fucking beat me to it! Now all of my happiness is nowhere to be found, even in Mark's presence I'm not happy now. I guess it shows too because I'm frowning. And then Mark is frowning. And before I know it, I'm clicking the end call button frantically as tears stream down my face. As soon as his face disappears, I burst out into full on sobbing and end up falling out of my chair. I lay there, curled up in a ball as I drain myself of all the sorrow I'm feeling. I knew liking Mark would be hard, it already is hard. He's so perfect that he attracts other people. I should have known, but I was stupid enough to ignore the fact that other people were going to like him too, and just like that, my chance of telling him was ruined because somebody else beat me to it. But of all the people in the world, it had to be Aaron? I thought he was long gone, Mark and him hadn't played together for a while now and he just comes back out of nowhere? It made me upset, and soon this upset feeling turned into a feeling of anger. I stood up with tear streaks down my cheeks and I looked around my room. The anger boiled up in me as I saw a variety of things that would be perfect to break. I ran over to my shelf above the bed and knocked down all of the books and old antiques off of it with a loud yell. I stomped on everything that had fallen onto my bed until it was either ripped apart or broken. I then made my way over to my closet and punched the door until the wood had cracked and my knuckles were bleeding. I ignored the blood and focused on ripping the door off its hinges. I screamed as I grabbed onto the side of it and pulled as hard as I could until I heard more cracks and the top hinge had broke off. I whipped the door open and stepped into the closet, looking at all the neatly hung clothing inside. It wouldn't be very neat now. I started grabbing multiple hangers with shirts and pants on them and just ripped them off of the racks they were hanging on. I threw different pairs of shoes across the closet from the bin they were in. Both my room and now my closet looked like a tornado had ripped through them because of my outburst. I stopped in the middle of throwing a shoe of mine and sat it down slowly as I observed the mess I had made. My lip started quivering and before I knew it, I was crying again. I had slumped down to the floor now with the tears falling down my face. I just laid there on the ground, not wanting to do anything anymore. This gave me time to notice how much my hand was hurting now because of my raged punches at the closet door. The last thing I remember from this morning was the throbbing pain in my hand and the last tears I cried before I passed out on the floor. I awoke later in the day to a now swollen hand and a huge mess to clean up. I sat up while holding my pounding head with the opposite hand. Great, another thing that hurts other than my hand and my heart. I did my best to rub the sleep out of my eyes and stood up slowly. This was going to be one hell of a hassle to clean up. I started out slow, gathering up my shoes and clothes that I hadn't ruined and put them back where they belonged. Once that was done, I examined the closet door. I bet if I just found some nails and a hammer I could put the hinge back in place. The door would be good as new if I hadn't punched it numerous times, almost all the way to its breaking point. I can't fix cracks in a wooden door. Even if there was a way, I wouldn't know how to do it. The door will have to do for now. I turned around and faced the disaster that was my room. I picked up the broken things first and set them by the door of my bedroom. Many things were from the bookshelf above my bed. That bookshelf would most likely be bare now with nothing on it. Once I got all the broken things out of the way, I did my best to clean everything else up. I swept the carpet in both my room and the closet just to make sure I wouldn't puncture myself with a loose piece of glass or whatever. I wouldn't want anything else to be in pain. When I got my room as back to normal as I could get it, I decided to take a nice, hot shower to calm myself down more. Once my shower was over, I fixed up my hand in some bandages and got dressed in fresh clothes. I finally sat down for once after that was done. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time on it. It read 5:34 pm. That's when I realized I had slept through half of the day. I sighed as I checked different apps, going on Twitter first. As I scrolled through my feed, a tight knot formed in my stomach when I saw a tweet from Mark. I read it once, then read it so many times over until I was sure that it was real and it wasn't some kind of a joke.

"Markiplier: I've made my decision guys! I'm sorry @Yamimash but I can't go out with you. I have someone else in mind."

I sat there staring at it for a while until I could basically recite it by heart. He wasn't going to go out with Aaron. What a relief! This is when I remembered how I had acted last night though. Being all cheerful and happy and then just breaking down and leaving him stranded when I hung up. I instantly felt terrible about doing that and knew I had to apologize. I got up from the couch and made my way back to my room to my, thankfully, unhurt setup. I sat down in my chair and pulled up Skype, clicking on Mark's name once it had come up. I waited patiently as his face popped up. He was not smiling, and neither was I, but his eyes gleamed with hope and happiness anyways.

"H-Hi..." I started off shakily. He nodded at me and that's when I saw a tear fall down his face. He quickly wiped it away but I had already noticed.

"Oh God... Mark, I'm so sorry for how I acted last night, I really am! I just- it was-" I started to explain frantically but he stopped me mid sentence.

"You don't need to apologize, Sean. The way you acted last night wasn't your fault. I should've known that you've liked me this whole time and I should've never asked you about your opinion on getting together with Aaron. I was just being a dick... I didn't know, Sean... I didn't know." he explained. Towards the end, his voice became very faint and multiple tears fell this time. Watching Mark cry was a very shocking experience even though he's done it a million times in his videos. What was even more shocking was that he was crying over me because he knew I liked him. I didn't know how to react to this so I sat with my mouth slightly agape. Once it seemed like he had settled down a bit, I decided to speak up.

"So you know? Like, that I like you?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with those beautiful browns of his and smiled for once in this conversation we were having.

"Yes, I know. And I have to admit.. you're not bad yourself." he chuckled as a deep red colored his cheeks. I became more happy at this point now that he was happy and I giggled at his response.

"So you like me back?" I asked with a blush appearing on my cheeks as well. He looked me square in the eye now and replied as seriously as I've ever seen him reply before.

"Of course I do. I'd be silly not to."