Tuesday, January 15th, 3:30 pm
"Mark, my arm hurts can we please take a break?" You throw the Wii controller onto his bed and plop yourself down as well.
Mark chuckles switching to baseball -one in which no one but him can actually score on- while you massage your forearm.
"You're just pissed that you keep losing. Y/n no one likes a sore loser, no pun intended." You roll your eyes sighing to yourself.
"Mark can I um- I need to uh. I need some advice." Mark quickly glances over his shoulder at you. He makes a double take when he sees your distressed state.
He pauses the game and turns around walking over to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. "what's going on?" You turn your head to him sighing when the creases appear between his brows. You sit up crossing your legs.
"It's about Jimin-" He groans loudly rolling his eyes. "-No please... just hear me out okay?"
"Y/n I don't like the idea of you two, but I have noticed... you're different in more ways than one. Now I'd like to believe that some boy isn't the reason you're happy but-"
"I'm happy being near him, he makes me feel good but he isn't the sole reason why I'm happy. I've got you and dad as well. I like him, Mark, I just don't know who I am to him. I miss him a lot and-"
He shifts closer to you as he pulls you into a hug your head resting on his shoulder as he rubs your arm.
"Listen Y/n I know you said things were casual but I saw the fear in his eyes when he saw me-" You look up at him with a scrutinizing face. "Yeah because you are such a scary person."
"-As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Jimin is a smug guy and arrogant and- no let me finish... the person I met wasn't some player looking to be just casual with you. He looked at you like- well, your exes didn't look at you like he did- does."
You look up at him and sit properly as you fiddle with your hands. There are so many thoughts running through your head not really sure what exactly you're feeling.
"I don't even want to have that talk with him. I'm just way too scared that he'll see me as friends with benefits material and not much more than that. Pretty, cute, hot whatever... just that."
"You'll never know unless you try. How often do you actually see him?"
"Um, about 2-3 times a week."
"Next time you see him. Talk."
"But what if-"
"Y/n can you please come down here, sweetie." Your mom yells from the living room. You stand in your brother's room confused, he is also wearing that same 'wtf' expression.
"Did she just call me sweetie?"
He nods speechless at his mother's strange behavior. The two of you walk down the stairs and see her smiling brightly up at you at the end of the stairs. "Did you just call me sweetie?" She ignores you and instead tugs you into the living room.
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Enchanted P.JM
Fanfic"Just looking to have some fun... would you like to join? You seem like you need to blow off some steam." He smirks, licking his bottom lip. ••• He is stuck in his own world. Wants more from life. Wants to escape. Is tired of his nightly routine...
