Living Together?! | Mark Lee

Chapter 45

As soon as you walk through the door, a small child basically leaps at you, arms wrapping tightly around your neck and his legs around your waist. It surprised you, but you except the welcome.

Jisung continues to cling on to you as you make your way to the kitchen to greet Mark who was cleaning up. He glances at you for a hot minute and continues to wipe down the counters.

"Wow, I don't even get a 'hi'?" You question, placing Jisung down on the counter.

"It's almost midnight," Mark states, sounding a bit disappointed.

You shrug, looking down at Jisung as he fiddles with your necklace. "Okay?"

"Princess, you know when your curfew is." His tone comes out a little solemn and you sigh, approaching him.

You poke and coo at him repeatedly with a grin on your face and he rolls his eyes, placing down the sponge he had in his hand. "Aw, you were worried, weren't you?"

He shakes his head and nibbles at the dead skin on his lower lip. Jisung giggles, hopping off the counter and making his way to the refrigerator. Hyung kept calling you, but you weren't picking up."

Mark scowls at Jisung for exposing him. He smiles and focuses his attention back on finding a snack.

"Did you? My phone died." You pull your phone out your back pocket and wave it at him. He sucks in a breath and you chuckle, clinging onto his arm. "Mark, I'm sorry. But you know, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"But you're so small,"

You roll your eyes.

"Y/N, I'm serious. What if something happens to you like what happened back then?"

You hum and bite at your lip. "It won't."

Jisung closes the refrigerator door, now happily munching on cookies he found in a Ziploc bag. "What happened back then?" He repeats the question as to his own with a mouthful of cookies.

Both you and Mark share glances at each other. You step towards the child, picking him up swiftly and snatching the bag of cookies from his hands. "What happened was... that we noticed that it's way past your bedtime."

"No, one more hour!" He whines and pouts, desperately reaching for his snack.

"Ji, it's time for bed."

"Noona, I love you, but I will fight you!" He hisses, wiggling around in your arms. You sigh and give him his snack.

"Brush your teeth and get ready for bed when you're done with that, understand?"

He salutes then runs off as soon as he puts you down. Mark chuckles, putting away the cleaning supplies he had laid out earlier. He exits the kitchen to plop himself down lazily on the couch. He kicks his feet up, lightly yawning as he pats the empty space beside him. You scoff and search through the cabinets find yourself a snack.

Mark throws his head back, whining your name and continuing to pat the space next to him. "Y/N."

"What?"

"Come here." He commands nicely.

You force yourself to abandon your snack hunt and drag yourself to sit beside him. He clears his throat and you shift uncomfortably, scooting your legs towards yourself. You smile to yourself a little when he uses your shoulder as a pillow and intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Is something wrong?" You ask, making Mark shift a bit in his seat. He shakes his head and sits up a bit so he could rest his head in your lap. Your brows arch questioningly and poke at his cheek.