Living Together?! | Mark Lee

Chapter 46

Yeri woke up before you did. She peeks over at you as she stretches out her arms just to check if you were still asleep. Shaking you lightly, she bites her lip as you make groggy mumbles. "Y/N, where's the bathroom?"

You hum and groan, pointing at the door. "Down the hall to your left..."

She thanks you quietly then rolls out of her spot on the bed and makes her way into the hallway, closing the door gently behind her. Her legs spun the opposite direction of the bathroom and ended up at the door beside your room door which of course was owned by Mark.

She knocks once and then again, but since she got no response, she slowly creaks the door open and peeks her head inside. He wasn't in there, but she invited herself inside anyway, sitting on his bed and scrutinizing the room.

Her nose scrunches at the smell of him, the strong scent of cologne that lingered around the air and mostly his bedsheets. The scent reminded her of the nights they used to spend together at her place. Her room would be left smelling just like this after he left.

She missed those days when he called her saying he needed her, but now he's changed and she can't help but blame you for his absence in her life.

The door swings open and she immediately turns her attention to it. Mark didn't notice her at first, he just got out the shower and was drying his hair rapidly. He was half-naked and Yeri couldn't help but giggle at the sight which gave herself away.

His eyes widen and he instantly covers himself with the wet towel out of shock. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He shouts in a whisper, fumbling for a shirt in his drawers.

She rolls her eyes, standing to her feet as she looks him up and down. "Why hide? I've seen all your... parts."

"Get out." He slides a shirt on then pushes her towards the door.

She twirls herself around. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You aren't allowed in here."

She paces around the room, examining the trophies and pictures on his wall. "And why is that?"

"Get this through your head, I don't like you." He groans.

"So?" She shrugs, approaching him. "Who said we couldn't be friends?"

Mark rolls his eyes, taking a step back when she took one forwards. She pouts, trying to hold his hands, but he's too quick and stuffs them in the pockets of his joggers.

"Are you hearing yourself?"

She purses her lips and shrugs. "Listen, I don't get why you and h–"

There's a knock at the door and they both pause. Mark covers Yeri's mouth and her brows scrunch. "Who is it?" He calls out.

"It's me." Your voice echos from the other side of the door.

Eyes widen and breaths quicken. "Give me a second." He responds to you.

Yeri pushes his hand away from her mouth, scoffing with a slight grin. Mark scans the room before pointing at the closet. She catches onto his idea and shakes her head.

"No way." She utters lowly,

He begins to guide her towards it. "Get in the dang closet." He whispers.

She whines when he pushes her inside and before she could even say anything else he closes the door. He sighs in relief and goes to answer the door.

As soon as he sees you he smiles and you do the same. He leans against the door frame and crosses his arm with the same uneasy smile. "Hi." He breathes out.