Living Together?! | Mark Lee

Chapter 47

It's been almost a month now. Yeri came and went as if she didn't have a house of her own. She claims that she's lonely at her house and that she could use some company. When you offer to stay at her house she denies because she has strict parents and of course you believed her.

At the moment, you both weren't home. You were at the Mall with her, leaving Mark at home alone, but he chose to stay home because he didn't want to be around her. He didn't even have Jisung with him since he's out spending time with his parents.

You've been gone for a few hours, so Mark keeps himself occupied by scrolling through his phone for one hour and cleaning during the other. He's realized how bored he gets when he's alone without you or Jisung to keep him company.

It wasn't too long until you came back. Mark was startled when you bust through the front door, hand over your mouth as you bolt upstairs, Yeri following right behind. She closes the door behind her and sighs as she sets her purse and herself down on the couch.

 Mark sits up, glaring over at her. "What did you do?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Why do you always assume I did something?"

"Because you're petty and obsessive."

Her leg crosses over the other and her tongue clicks. "I didn't do anything," She huffs. "It's food poisoning. She's been like that since yesterday."

"You sure?"

She shifts a little on the couch to make herself a little more comfortable. "Wow, you're her boyfriend, shouldn't you have known?" She asks almost teasingly.

"I don't know..." Mark sighs then shrugs, twirling his phone between his fingers. "She's been really distant lately. Spending most of her time in the bathroom or her room because she's moody."

 Yeri nods, leaning back against the couch, suddenly a small grin appears and disappears on her lips. Mark knew that look, yet he didn't bother to ask. His brows arch questioningly and that was enough for her to know that he was curious. She giggles and logs back into her phone, keeping it to herself. That annoyed Mark and she knew it. She teased him more, hoping that it would keep a conversation going since she never wanted to stop talking to him. She taunted him with silence and nothing, but glances to him and back at her phone screen. Mark groans and slaps his hands down against his thighs which see immediately takes a quick notice to.

"What?"

"Nothing, just, curious," Her lips smack

He breathes out, nodding unsure as he lays back against the couch cushions. He feels uncomfortable since he's never held talks with her for this long. By now he would have already told her to leave him alone, but he lets her continue.

"You said she was moody and distant?"

"Eh, well, yeah."

"It's obvious." She titters, leaning back against the couch as she takes out a nail file from her purse.   

Mark purses his lips, clueless. "What is?"

That only makes her giggle more. She uncrosses her legs, leans forwards and rolls her eyes at him before returning her attention back on her nails. "Considering you've been with tons, you know nothing about girls." She shakes her head, causing her ponytail to sway. "Listen, stupid, when you slept with other girls, did you use protection?"

 "Always." He tsk.

"And what about Y/N?"

Mark nibbles at his bottom lip, letting out light breaths. "Sometimes..."