Living Together?! | Mark Lee

Chapter 26

"Ooh, look at the time," She sighs, grasping her purse off the kitchen counter. "I have to go, Y/N."

"Why? Where?" You ask, following her towards the living room like a lost puppy.

"I have errands to run, I forgot." She already has her keys in her hands. "I'll be home before dinner."

You've forgotten how late it is. The two of you have been talking for hours that time just flew right by you both.

"Oh..."

"Tell Mark when he gets back for me." She chimes, waving before closing the door.

"Okay..." You mutter, pretty much talking to yourself at this moment.

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"You're leaving already?" The girl questions, sitting up as she watches him get up from the bed.

"Yep." He says coldly, disposing the wasted condom.

She bites down on her lip, embracing the covers as it covers her bare body. It was tough for her to see him leave already. He came over seeming stressed out and she warmly welcomed him in. Since he chose her to relieve his frustrations, she felt special that he picked her out of the other girls he could have contacted.

What first was a warm greeting turned into a heated make out session and then more.

She has feelings for him which is why she gave herself to him. She's tried her best to be more than those other girls he's fucked.

"You can stay the night if you want." She announces shyly. "My parents won't be home until late morning."

"I'm good." He responds with another frigid answer, causing her heart to tighten.

"O-Okay..."

She watches closely as he cleans himself up and slides into his clothes that once laid on her bedroom floor. Her chest feels light, seeing him not take awareness of her.

They just had sex and yet she gets no attention. She felt like a booty call.

And that's what she was.

That's what all the girls he's had intercourses with were to him.

Just as he was buttoning up his shirt, she gained the courage to try and make a conversation with him.

"Mark..." She calls out to him softly. He's finally making eye contact with her, making her heart skip a beat and she can't help but smile.

"What is it?" He's basically shooting knifes at her with his dark, cold orbs.

"I just have something important to tell you..." She blushes, looking down as she fiddles with her fingers.

He only stares at her, still gathering his belongings from around her room.

"I like you." She confesses, gaping up at him with hope. "I have for a long time."

Mark scoffs in response and rolls his eyes while he stuffs his phone in his jacket pocket. "I don't like you, I'm sorry."

That's when her heart shatters into millions of pieces. Her eyes teary, her bottom lip quivers, and her soul weakens. All this time he's been with her, she felt unique and precious, but all those feelings just to come crashing down.

"B-B-But why?" She leaps up out of bed and towards him, not even caring to cover up her nudeness.

"I can't accept."

"Mark, please, I can take care of you! I can be anything you want, but just please accept my feelings!"

"I'm sorry, but no." He deadpans. "I feel nothing towards you."

She breaks out into tears, her arms clinging onto his preventing him from leaving. It hurts her. She's liked him for so long, gathered up the courage for so long, slept with him for his own personal reasons for so long, all if this why? Only to be slapped in the face like it was nothing.

"Mark, please!" She sobs, tears staining his jacket.

"Yeri, get a hold of yourself for heavens sake."

"Just tell me you like me." She whimpers. "I have feelings for you, you bastard!"

"I don't feel the same, Yeri." He declares, shaking her off his arm and letting her thud to the ground. "I'm sorry, it had to be this way. You were just a fuck, nothing more."

Just as he was about to leave, Yeri speaks, "Are just going to keep doing this?" She shouts.

"Doing what?"

"Fucking every girl you see until you're satisfied?" She pants. "You'll never love doing this. What girl hurt you so bad that you have to hurt others as well?"

"You know nothing." He grits out.

"I like you, Mark Lee," She wails. "And if these sexual intercourses are the only way I can see you then so be it."

"This is over." He opens the door, still not showing no emotion whatsoever. "Not like we had anything from the start anyways."

The door slams causing her to flinch. She wipes away her misused tears. She didn't need him, but oh how she wants him. Doting after him for years only to be rejected after her confession.

He's gone. Probably won't come back, but she knew he would. She knows him too well.

Yeri stands to her feet, glaring out her window and watching as Mark rushes out her house and drives away quickly.

She smirks.

"He'll come back." She sniffles.

Her obsession is unhealthy, yet she doesn't even know. She likes him, but Mark's having mixed feelings with you at home.

Who knows. This might escalate to a problem in the future. Cause like she said, he'll come back.

"He always does."