Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Nineteen

"Hell yeah! More people have arrived! Come in and join us! Don't be shy now!" One of the guys in the hot tub yelled, his voice sounding like he was stoned out of his mind.
You felt your hot becoming extremely hot as you briefly made eye contact with Mark. You then found yourself sinking down into the hot tub so that Mark wouldn't be able to see your chest.
"Hey, what are you doing?" One of the girls asked you. "You were perfectly okay with sitting up before those two came in. What's up with you?"
"N-Nothing." You managed to muster out as you forced yourself to look at the water rather than at Mark and his girlfriend. "I'm fine. D-Don't worry about me."
"You don't sound like you're fine."
You shook your head. "Trust me, I'm fine. Just give me a few moments."
"Mark? Why are you hesitating? Get in the hot tub and relax."
You forced yourself to look up as you heard Mark's girlfriend speaking to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Mark's obvious nervousness and hesitation about the whole situation.
Was it because you were here?
You sure as hell felt nervous because he was in the room.
For a very brief moment, your eyes met Mark's. you felt your heart skip as you stared directly into those big brown eyes of his. You also felt breathless as he stared back directly into your (E/C) eyes. Not wanting to make things any more awkward that they already were, you forced yourself to look away.
"Mark! Stop standing there and staring into blank space and take your clothes off so that we can get into the hot tub!"
You slowly sat up as your back started to hurt from being in the position that you were in in order to hide yourself from Mark. You made sure that no one, especially Mark, couldn't see your chest and that it was underneath the water.

You tried to force yourself to shift your attention away from Mark when he walked over to the large pile of clothes that was already built up before he began taking off his shirt. His girlfriend had already taken off her clothes and gotten in the hot tub. She was sitting directly across from you, still wearing the flower crown that had originally been made by you as a gift for Mark. Not wanting her to stare you down, you glanced away from her. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a now shirtless Mark throwing his shirt down on the ground. You closed your eyes and repeatedly told yourself over and over again to not look at him.
Suddenly, the night where you had walked into Mark's room and saw him shirtless for less than a second. You remembered that you swore up and down that you saw something black on the side of his body and that you hadn't gotten the chance to study it long enough to see what it was.
A moment later, curiosity got the best of you and you glanced over at Mark. Thankfully, he seemed to be stalling getting into the hot tub by being very hesitant about undressing. Because of this, you could carefully study his shirtless figure. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the left side of his body. You were surprised to see that he had a tattoo of something that was most likely written in Korean since Mark was actually half Korean. Since you didn't speak any Korean, you had no idea what the tattoo on the left side of his body actually translated to in English.
When Mark turned and the right side of his body faced you, you could see that he had another tattoo that was written in Korean. You began wishing that you could speak Korean so that you'd know what exactly Mark's tattoos translated to in English.
"Mark, I'm not going to sit here all night." The annoyed sigh of the once pretty boy's girlfriend rang throughout the entire room. "Hurry up and get in here. I'm already saving a space for you."
You immediately turned away when you saw that Mark was beginning to unbutton his jeans. You already felt bad about looking at him shirtless. The last thing you wanted was to look at him in his boxers and you definitely didn't want to see him naked if it was at all possible to avoid it.

You closed your eyes as you heard and felt the water moving as Mark got into the hot tub. After waiting a few moments, you opened your eyes and, much to your dismay, your eyes met his once again. You felt your heart leap up into your throat when you saw those big brown eyes of his. After staring at them for a moment, you realized that there was something off about them. Sure, they were the same brown eyes they had back when he was actually your friend, but they looked different for some reason. You suddenly recalled your mother telling you many years ago that you could tell a lot about how a person is feeling just by looking into someone's eyes. Upon remembering this, you began to examine Mark's eyes. As you looked closer into the once pretty boy's eyes, you realized that they lacked the bit of sparkle that they used to always seem to have a few months ago. Instead, they looked dull and almost tired. You thought back to the few times where you saw Mark and his girlfriend together. Instead of focusing on the interactions that they had, you focused on Mark. You remembered how you saw Mark when he and his girlfriend had given August money for playing his guitar. Now that you were replaying the moment in your mind, you noticed that the tiny smile that Mark had on his face while he was taking some cash out of his wallet looked fake.
Why though?
Why would he have a fake smile?
Even though you thought that Mark's girlfriend was a complete bitch, you assumed that he was happy and that his decision to act as if you two had never been friends was for the better.
Was it possible that Mark wasn't happy?
No, (Y/N). You immediately dismissed the possibility from your mind. This isn't true. This is simply you reminiscing over a lost friendship. Mark is happy. You're not. You don't want him to be happy because you aren't happy. How many times do you have to remind yourself that your pretty boy turned ugly?