Denial ( Mark Lee × Reader )✔

"oh dude he's flirting"

A/N : Lagging is my specialty...💀
ANYWAYSSS ENJOY!
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"It all started when I was in freshman year..."

I looked at him after saying that. He looked at me in an intense gaze.
"In that...pffft...year..pfft..", all of a sudden I burst into laughter.

He looked so surprised that I was giggling so much. I mean if he did that during his story,  I would be like that too.
"I'm so sorry... I just can't handle when  there is tension in the air. Trust me,  it's not a very depressing story where it affected my whole ass life. Just a certain part of it". I said to him so that he can stop looking at me so seriously.

Mark's eyes softened a bit. "Your such a weird girl y/n.. I don't get you sometimes". I just scoffed.
"Hey, at least I'm not that bi polar like you 'Mr. I hate my soulmate because I thought she was like my family' ."

I then realised what I said.

"Um... sorry" I said . He just shrugged, "no offense taken".

"Anyway.. where was I? Oh right! In freshman year I-", I got cut off by a certain roommate.
Of course jackson would ruin my backstory time.

"Guys, stop fucking and get in the car. We're getting lunch." He said while smirking. I rolled my eyes... then they widened when my brain processed what he said.
I look at Mark with the 'what time is it' face. He grabs his phone and checks the time.

.....

IT'S 1 IN THE AFTERNOON!?

I facepalm and look straight into his dark wood colored brown eyes.
"You idiot! U said breakfast!" I yelled at him.
He blankly says, "Uh.. because you never had breakfast. I probably should have said brunch huh?". Then he tilts his head at me.

I really wanna punch and squeeze him cause god damn that head tilt was freaking adorable.

I didn't realise Jackson had left the room until I snapped out of my world.
"Get dressed y/n , i guess we're going out to lunch then", Mark said and passed me one of his black v-neck shirts.
Oh right.. I don't have any new clothes . I'm not gonna wear his clothes...

I pass his shirt back to him. "No way. Just drop me off at my house and I'll get ready real quick".
He looks like he wants to kill me with his shirt now.

He goes up to me, making me nervous, and he grabs my shirt and tries to take it off.
WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS SEXUAL HARRASSMENT!
He was too quick , leaving me shirtless, with only my bra on.

"Do you not realise that I need new undergarments as well idiot!" I yell at him and cover my 'non-existent' breasts.
He doesn't say anything and continues to put his shirt on me. It's kind of big..

"You want me to change your pants as well?"
I get up real quickly ,"pass me a pair of pants..or something..."

He goes to his drawer and gets a pair of light blue, ripped jeans. He hands them to me, "hurry up".
I just scurry away to the bathroom.
Ofc there a little big on me, but my chubby thighs and hips make them fit well enough.
I look in the mirror to look at myself .I look terrible as hell... it's okay, nothing new.

I fix my hair a bit and walk out of the bathroom.
He was sitting on the bed on his phone in his right, with a black hoodie on his left arm. He looks up at me and throws me the hoodie. It's a plain black hoodie with the print that says 'uh..long ass ride'. What..the...I won't even question at this point.