LOVE BET || Mark Tuan 【EDITING】

1.11 [EDITED]

I sat on the bed after I had washed up, my mind kept on going back to Mark, I wonder what he is up to now.
I fell back on the mattress and grabbed my phone which was lying somewhere next to me, it was barely 11pm, I unlocked my phone and went to contact and my finger brushed against the screen where Mark's number was written.
I debated with myself on whether to call that jerk or not, but at the end the most stupid part of my brain won: my phone was already calling him.
After a few tones he picked up, "Who's this?" He sounded kind of high but still conscious.
"Mark?" I called his name making sure that I was talking to the right person, aside from Mark's voice, which was barely audible, music was blasting at the maximum volume, "That's the boy right here!" He exclaimed, he was more than drunk, "Mark go home, it's late," I told him motherly, well I'm starting to becoming caring.
"Who in the world are you to tell me where to go!? I'm old enough to know what to do, mind your own business," he was more than just a little bit drunk.
Before I could reply other muffled girly voices spoke, I could hear something like: 'Oppa can we have a drink together?', 'Oh you're so handsome, can we take a picture together?' And other things like that.

Anger grew inside of me, that jerk, I'm here worrying for him and he is outside getting laid by some girls, ugh!
He knows how to make my blood boil!

"Cecilia?" My train of thoughts, where I imagined 101 ways to painfully and slowly kill him, crashed when he called my name, "What?" I snapped, I was annoyed and I hope he could tell it.
"Go to sleep it's late," he replied, "You go home to sleep, at least I'm at home," I spat, "I don't have a home, that's not what I call home," again the same sad note filled his voice, Gosh why I always have to be so tactless?
I mentally slapped me for being so rude, I knew he wasn't okay, yet I didn't help him.

"You can sleep at my house, I think Jaebum would be okay with that," I proposed playing with a lock of my hair, he quickly refused, "Nah it's okay, go to sleep, goodnight baby," and he ended the call.
I could sense a smile as he said baby, but maybe I just imagined it.

I rolled in my bed trying to find the sleepiness that always make me fall asleep during geography class, but his last words kept on playing on my mind, he fucking called me 'baby'.
A weird tingly feeling invaded my stomach but I ignored it, probably I was hungry.
His face kept on popping on my thoughts, and I couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing, did he go home? Did he go to an hotel? Who was with him?

Eventually when the clock read 2am I fell asleep.

The day after I didn't have class so I woke up around 12pm, I yawned and stretched in my bed and as usual I grabbed my phone and checked the messages: I had a few of them from Mark.

                     Unread messages:

Can we talk tomorrow?                    _3:21am

Are you asleep?                               _3:30am

Don't ignore my messages!           _3:40am

I'm still being ignored here
_3:41am

I'm sorry if I cursed at you!
_3:42am

God please answer me!
_3:45am

Maybe you're sleeping?
_3:50am

You're asleep?
_3:55am

Call me when you wake up.           _4:05am

Goodnight and have sweet dream princess                                            _4:06am

I unlocked my phone and dialed his number hoping that he'd be up at this time: "Mh?" Was all I received as answer when he picked up, "Mark?" I asked making sure it was him, "That's me, Cecilia?" He asked back with his super husky morning voice.
"That's me," I nodded my head, "What did you want to tell me?"
"Oh yeah ermh, can we meet in like 20 minutes at the Starbucks near the school?" He proposed, I hummed in response and ended the call.
I was dying of curiosity, I sprinted to the bathroom to freshen up and when I finished I looked into my wardrobe in order to find something to wear: you know those days when the only thing you want to wear is a tracksuit? Today was one of those days.

I sighed knowing that I couldn't go out like that and opted for a pair of boyfriend jeans and a simple white t-shirt, I wore a black bomber and after I collected my essentials I went out.
Suddenly the fact that he called me Baby once and then princess made me happy.
I started jumping around and humming to some catchy songs.

"I'm going out!" I announced before opening the door, but no one replied to me, I supposed that there was nobody at home, I raised my shoulders and closed the front door.

Obviously I arrived at Starbucks before him, so I took a seat near the window and ordered something to eat seen that I haven't had breakfast yet.
My food arrived with Mark, much to my surprise, "Hey you're late," I joked, "Ahahah funny," he laughed dryly at my remark, "I was craving so I ordered something," he put his tray in front of him and mine in front of me, "Thank you," I drawled digging into my food.

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"Me and my brothers weren't like this before, we used to be like bestfriends, but everything changed since we moved to Korea when I was 10," since we left the coffee shop we haven't talked, we just kept walking, but our of the blue he starting telling me something about his life that I've been dying to know

But now that I think of it I don't know much about him, he's a locked diary that I can't read and he doesn't like to talk about him as well.

"Mom and dad remained in the States and me and my brothers moved here because of Andrew, well, Joey wanted to tag along, and I wanted to follow them, so I was okay with it, we were still kids, Andrew was 18, I'm the youngest between the 3 of us. Andrew took care of us, he was always kind and always there to protect me and Joey, but something changed, he became cold and started to avoid me, and the same happened when Joey grew a little bit older he started to avoid me too, it went on for a year and at 12 I was lonely, I didn't really make any friend because I thought that my brothers were enough to me I never thought they would abandon me like that," his eyes filled with a sad look, on the verge of tears.

"My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, cheated on me with him," Mark's words definitely left me quite shocked, I had to collect all my willpower not to let my jaw drop low on the floor, "I know right? Such a nice brother," he rolled his eyes, "Are you sure?" This time he looked at me as if I had said something unreal, "I mean are you sure he went out with your girlfriend?"
At this point he didn't know how to answer, "She told me," he replied after a while, "She told you? And since then you haven't talked to your brothers? C'mon Mark, you're childish you connected these two things and supposed that they did something like that to you?" I was speechless, boys can be really dumb sometimes.

"Ask him!" I exclaimed, "I don't know if it was Andrew or Joey, but ask him!"
He ignored me and kicked a few rocks on his way, they rolled for a meter before disappearing into the shrub on the sidewalk, I stared at the flowers hanging from some windows, but both of us remained dead silent for a long time.

He didn't say anything as he walked me home too, "Mark!" my brother's voice echoed in the air, "We're preparing lunch, you're staying right? Good," this is how usually my brother talks to other people.

I hope that Mark will listen to my advice and talk to his brothers, it's stupid to trust his ex girlfriend's words without asking his brother.

"Come in," Sky's voice brought me back to reality, "Coming!" I cheered as I walked towards the door with Mark following me.
I glanced at him before disappearing into the kitchen, "Mhh this looks yummy," I licked my lips and as I was about to steal a piece of fried chicken, Jaebum slapped my hand away, "Wait for lunch," he scolded me.
I pouted, muttered an okay and made my way to the living room where Yugyeom was scrolling through every channel and Mark sat next to him, bored.
He looked up and then he focused on his phone, probably texting somebody, but in that moment I could care the less.
If he was going to ignore me, I was going to do the same.

"Call me when it's ready," I said before going up the stairs and locking myself in my room, at least it was peaceful and no one could disturb me with his presence, and we all know who I'm talking about.

The silence of my room was broken by my stomach which started to grow madly, "Damn," I mumbled to myself, "Why am I always hungry?" I rolled my eyes and wore my shoes to sneak into the kitchen and munch on something before dinner.

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Edited: 16-06-2017