THE PLACE HE GOES/ NCT Mark X Reader

"what happened?"

|y/n pov|

Darkness. That's all I see.
I feel as if I'm suffocating once again, but also so filled with life.
I see a light come into my vision. Along with something dark sprinkling a bit onto my face.
I'm lifted farther towards the brightness.
Then I feel something warm wrapping around my cold body.
Following this, I hear the words,
"It's alright. I'm here with you. I saved you. You're back."
I manage to mumble out the words, "what happened." Before I become very tired and fall asleep against
whatever the warm thing speaking to me was.

|Mark's pov|
It was a bad idea. I know that. Bringing someone back from the dead is never a good idea, simply because you never know if you're going to get back all of what you lost. But, so far she seemed the same to me. Her hair was still soft, her body a bit cold. She still had the same sweet scent mixed with a bit of earthy-ness. Her energy felt a bit different, but I mean she did die so..
I carried her into the old motel room that i'd found down the road from the cemetery. No one knew what i had done and i intended to keep it that way. I did it for her...for us..
they'd find out eventually. maybe even soon. I saw it all coming, but I just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
Once in the motel room i brought her into the bathroom and sat her on the floor. I could tell she was slowly waking up but her mind was obviously still disheveled after everything.
I turned on the water, making sure it wasn't too hot and not too cold. Just right for the beautiful girl who had been through it the past week. Once the bath was filled i turned to her and began removing the clothes that she had been buried in. The silk, white dress glided against her skin as i pulled it off. I picked her up and sat her in the bathtub. I grabbed some of the soap given by the motel and started washing her.
My mind wandered for a second as my eyes fell upon her body. It wasn't perfect like a model. Her stomach pudged out a bit as it is natural for it to do so, and her chest hung a bit low. But she was perfect, natural, genuine, real. That's all I cared about. That's all i ever was going to care about. Her.
Because, there, taking her out of that bathroom and laying her under the covers of the bed. Sitting up next to her; I realized. Maybe i do love Y/N. and i'll stop at nothing to make sure she is mine and safe.

Sorry it's been so long :/ school distracted me and i honestly had to motivation. hopefully i can get back to it this summer. :) love you guys, and don't forget to love yourself too(☆_☆)