Family Friend

Chapter 8

-3 Days Later-

It was no shock that when their manager called after a serious discussion about JB and Youngjae, that he was yelling and demanding an explaination. However, hearing the confession, both truth of holding hands, and Marks feelings, he agreed to test her. However, the confession of JB and Youngjae, went hectic until he simply, and hesitantly accepted the fact. Now, a week later, Mark had yet to confess to Marcey, and the news slowly died down.

"Marcey," BamBam sang, running into the girls room. "Let's go get ice cream. Just us. Please?" Internally, he smirked at his thought out plan.

-1st POV-

"Um..." Confused at the sudden invitation, I hesitently agreed and watched as Bam happily cheered.

"Hurry and get ready, I want to leave as soon as possible," with that being said, he quickly ran out of my room and shut the door.

Sighing, I silently cheered for taking a shower this morning, and walked towards my closet. Tiredly groaning, I looked through my clothes, quickly tossing out the planned outfit, and went to put some simple eye makeup on, and my glasses. Changing into the red sweater, black acid washed skinny jeans, red Vans, and a black snapback, I twirled my Claddagh ring and grabbed my phone before going downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Jackson questioned, noting my appearance. "Also, can I borrow your snapback one day?"

"BamBam asked to go for some ice cream," I shrugged, grabbing my bag and checking for my wallet. "And no, you can not."

"Marce, are you ready?" BamBam questioned. "It's a few blocks away, so I was hopping we'd be able to walk."

"Yeah, let's get going," I stated. "See you later Jacks."

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Once we arrived at the ice cream parlor after a long conversation, filled with jokes, we stood in line and thought of our desired treat. Of course we continued to joke, laughing as soft as possible to not disturb the few other people that were there, and I giggled at the joke.

"Next," the barista called.

"You order first," BamBam smiled, and I quickly ordered a simple chocolate cone, while BamBam ordered himself a lemon cone. Taking out my wallet to pay for half, BamBam had already given the lady the money, and took the change.

"I could've payed for mine," I pouted slightly, taking my heaven once it was handed over. Licking the cold treat, we waited for Bams as he just smiled.

"Let's go sit by the window," he cheered, taking his ice cream and walking towards a table. Sitting down, we began our conversation once again until BamBams phone rang.

Confusion set in, and he apologized before going outside to take the call. Shrugging it off, I took my phone out and went through Instagram, before heading to Tumblr. Scrolling through my timeline, I jumped once someone crashed in the chair previously occupied by BamBam. Looking up, my confusion grew as I recognized Mark under a hoodie.

"Mark what're-"

"We're leaving, now," Mark insisted, standing and grabbing my free hand, again, and dragging us outside and in the direction of his house.

"Mark," I called, trying to release my hand as his grip tightened. "Mark, you're hurting me. Let go."

Realizing what I said, he quickly released my hand, spinning around to look at me. Sighing after inspecting my hand in case of bruise, he leaned forward, placing his forehead on my shoulder. I had dropped my ice cream when he was dragging me, and now had both hands free.

"Mark whats wrong?" Confused I questioned his actions but he only wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. "Mark?"

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, causing my to blush. In response, I sighed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly in response. "I don't have the courage right now, but just know I stole you from BamBam for a reason."

"Mark," I began, softly pulling away to look at him. "You're confusing me. I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing."

In response, he looked deeply in my eyes, trapping me in a trance. I didn't even realize he had taken my snapback off until his lips were placed on my forehead. Tightly gripping his biceps, I blushed as he kept his lips there for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Can you trust me?"

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It was now around midnight, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. It was impossible. I was tired earlier, however now that I'm actually in my bed, I can't sleep. I sighed, getting up to go downstairs for some water. Mr. and Mrs. Tuan had work, and were already asleep so I had to be quiet.

"Why are you up?"

Jumping slightly, I spun around to see Jackson there, tiredly rubbing his eyes. I sighed, placing a hand over my heart before flipping him off. He paused, and gaped at me before I spoke.

"You scared the fucking shit out of me," I whispered at him. Seeing him pout, I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Sorry, I've been jumpy lately."

"It's fine, I forgive you," he smiled softly, walking up beside me and draping an arm across my shoulders. "So why are you up?"

"Can't sleep," I mumbled, walking out of his hold and down to the kitchen. "And you?"

"Same reason," he shrugged, jumping onto a bar stool, watching as I grabbed a water bottle. "Hey, I have a question."

"Shoot," I stated, taking a few sips of water.

"Your friend, Kieren," He began, and I felt a smirk grow on my face. "First off, is she single?" Quickly reponding with a nod, I saw a small grin appear. "Does she stay up late? If so can I have her number?"

"Is that okay with management?" I questioned first.

"I mean, we have your number, so I would like to think it's ok," he mumbled.

Laughing softly, I agreed and he followed me upstairs towads my room. Walking in, I quickly showed him Rens number, and he hugged me in thanks before running into Marks room. Taking my phone with me, I shut my door, and jumped into bed, only to hear a groan in response.

"Goddamnit Mark," I cursed, rolling towards the wall, glaring at him. He shyly smiled and I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to sleep," he mumbled, covering me with blankets. "I heard you and Jackson, an decided to come in here and help you sleep."

"You don't have to," I mumbled, staring up at the taller. He just smiled, and opened up his arms, which I gladly took as an invitation, and laid closer to him. His arm lazily draped over my waist, the other being a pillow for my head.

"Goodnight," he whispered softly. Whispering back, I smiled as his warmth engulfed me, and easily drifted to sleep.