Irene
He's been gone for hours and I've been doing nothing other than pacing in my room, wondering when he would return. Storming out of the house so suddenly and then heading to, who knows where...I'm worried sick.
I look down at my now bitten nails and checked my phone for the thousandth time, it seems like, but still no call, text, or any indication he was okay. My worry soon turned to anger when I heard the door open and shut.
"Mark, I swear to G-" I stopped short as I came down the stairs and saw Jackson pinning Mark to the couch, with his legs on either side of him. I yelped and felt my cheeks turn warm at the sight, but I stood in my place in the middle of the stairs trying to listen to the conversation between the two.
"-I need you," I heard Jackson say to Mark and I grew even more embarrassed of my current situation. Here I was waiting for Mark to return home and all this time he was with Jackson...and he was gay.
I watched as Mark nodded and went in for a kiss.
But of course, being the clumsy person I am...I missed a step and fell on my butt, causing a loud thud to interupt both males.
"Irene!" I heard him exclaim as he pushed Jackson off of him and looked up with a noticeable blush on his pale cheeks, "T-This is not what is looks like," he stuttered as he waved his hands frantically in front of his self.
Jackson looked just as mortified as Mark, but I on the other hand, was laughing. My face was red, I was out of breath, and Mark looked plain embarrassed, but his expression only made me laugh more.
Jackson, feeling quite done with my shit, left the house and that left me and Mark alone. He looked at me, biting his lip, before he spoke, "I'm not gay," were the first words he uttered.
I grinned, "I didn't say you were." I didn't know where all this sass was coming from...maybe it was because he was drunk and wouldn't remember anything.
"I need to talk to you about something important," he slurred walking towards me, but ended up, falling onto the couch and giggling. He looked in no condition to talk about anything "important", but I decided to humour him and let him speak.
Clearing his throat he said, "I like you." He pronounced proudly, but then passed out on the couch. I was left, standing there with my eyes wide and mouth open, trying to process what he said.
Did...did he just confess? My mind was spinning and I was dizzy with all the thoughts jumbling together inside my head. He didn't mean what he said obviously...did he? They said a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, so could he really mean it? But what about him and Jackson? Were they a thing? Did he "like" Jackson also? I found myself walking back up to my room, in a daze.
I need to talk to someone...someone who won't just be biased on my relationship with Mark. I need someone to voice my thoughts on, someone who will listen intently and not judge me, but who could I call?
Mark's friends were out of the question, considering they were deluded into thinking we would be together from the beginning. BamBam was a no go, since he wants us to get married and Jackson is definitely out. I had some friends of my own who I met through the maid industry, but I haven't spoken to them in weeks. What if the forgot about me?
I sighed before grabbing my phone, with shaky fingers, and dialing the first number that came to mind.
I put the phone up to my ear and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. I heard the phone emit three rings before they picked up.
"Hello?" They answered and a smile instantly arose on my face.
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Hallo!!!!!!! Forgive me for not updating the minute it hit the 50 mark! I kept saying I would update it on this time or that time, but...guess what? My lazy ass forgot...don't kill me, please?
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK TUAN AND JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!!
MY HUSBANDS ARE 19 AND 23! Ugh, why am I younger than them T - T
I know this is supposed to be a GOT7 Fanfiction, but...HAVE YOU SEEN THE SHORT FILMS FOR BTS WINGS!? HOLY FUCK SHIT, I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE!!!!!!! FUCK ME SILLY, LIKE MY BIAS IN BTS WAS LOOKING FAINE! LET ME TELL YOU, WITH HIS BLONDE ASS HAIR AND SMIRKS AND HIS ANGELIC ASS VOICE, LIKE BOY...PANTY DROPPER.
My Jungkookie was crying and shit...when the short films were released, well the first one, I was in church, and I freaked the fuck out!!!!!!!! CAN BIGHIT NOT WITH THE CONFUSING CONCEPTS!? AND CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME THE THEORIES!? I WILL UPDATE SOONER IF YOU DO (Haha, 니가 하면)
I think I spelt it right.
Anyways, enough with my fangirling feels.
I will update once this chapter gets 50 votes and 50 comments. I beg you, please don't be that person that comments letter by letter. I appreciate you, but that is just cheating the quota.
OR SOONER DEPENDING IF SOMEONE CAN EXPLAIN THE WINGS THEORY TO ME!
I'm a little too hyped about this comeback, but I mean come on...it's BTS!!!!!! Also...
A TO THE U TO THE G TO THE STD
Yoongi and the Holy middle finger...God so help me.
BYE, HAVE GREAT NIGHT/DAY WHATEVER.
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