the ex || mark tuan

F o u r

y/n looks at the time as she puts her shoes on and opens the apartment door. "y/n? where are you going? it's 7 am.." mark yawned as he rubs his eyes whilst he leaned on the doorframe of their bedroom. "I have work." y/n stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "work? I thought we talked about-" "I can't keep waiting for you to give me money mark," she sighed heavily as she goes out. "you can't keep telling me to depend on you either, I can work for my own money." with that, y/n closes the door with a soft click and locks it before taking the keys out while mark silently listens to her subtle footsteps moving farther and farther until he couldn't hear them anymore. "shit..." mark slightly run his hand down his face, rubbing it. "when was the last time I gave her money.." mark tried to recall and pauses realizing that he hasn't given her money since that incident of the cafe and his friend. "fuck mark, you messed up." he mumbled to nowhere in particular but himself and ruffles his hair.