Boss • l.ty & w.yh

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When you both walked in, you immediately did a 90° bow to Mark's grandmother who simply smiled at you.

Mark introduced you to her before bringing two chairs by her bedside where she was seated.

Once you were both settled down, Mark immediately started a conversation wirh her, catching up with her for a bit all while you sat beside him, looking spaced out as you thought of a way to get out.

"Mark, I'm gonna head over to the rest room" You suddenly mutter. And just when you're about to get up and leave the room, Mark's grandmother speaks.

"Oh Dear, Where are you going, There's a bathroom here in my room"

"Oh, but its your private ba-"

"-She offered y/n. So go to the restroom there" Mark says, nodding his head towards the only other door in the room. You lock eyes with the serious and leader like Mark.

At this point, instead of feeling scared of him, you pitied the fact that he always had to act tough. You sighed before heading to the restroom in defeat. Running away would be futile and you really did need to pee.

When you got out of the bathroom, you saw Mark's grandmother still seated on her bed but the boy was no where to be seen.

"Mark left to talk to his father" His grandmother suddenly says, probably noticing your confused face.

"Oh..." You mutter. "I should go look for hi-"

"-Mark will be fine deary! Now have a seat, I've been dying to know how you and Mark met! It's the first time that he ever brought a plus one since 'that day' " She says, her voice  getting softer towards the end of her statement.

"That day?"

His grandmother motions for you to sit beside her. By her bed side were pictures and one particular picture caught your attention.

Mark's grandmother reached for the picture and showed it to you. In the portrait was Mark with the girl from the painting in his office.

"She and Mark were inseperable" She mumbled, sliding her delicate fingers across the frame.

"Mark never brought anyone after she passed away because he felt guilty towards her family..." She sighs. "But his mom forced him to bring one or else Mark will be set up!" The old woman says, chuckling at the memory before putting the painting back.

"So, how did you meet?"

Your eyes go wide for a moment as you snap out from your solemn state.

'How we met? Oh! You're grandson just kidnapped me!' You couldn't just tell her that. So you take a deep breath before flashing her a small smile.

"Uh...My friend from school! He uh, introduced Mark to me and we instantly clicked!"

You openly lie, hoping that you sound convincing.

"So how long have you two been together?" The question catches you off guard, making you choke on your own saliva.

"Oh my! Have some water dear" Mark's grandmother quickly hands you a bottle of water that is conveniently on her other bedside table which you immediately chug down.

"Sorry" You mutter, feeling embarrassed.

"So how long? Mark didn't want to talk about you earlier" She muttered, a little sad.

"Well...uh Mark and I are just friends" You try to say in the most unawakrd way possible before taking another sip from the water bottle to avoid talking.