Supernerd! MARK

10 | Mark me in your heart

"How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" Mark feigns grogginess as he pushes himself up slightly, pretending to have just woken up.

"It's not like you have a girl in your bed right now," Haechan snickers, and I am thankful that the darkness of Mark's room is enough to hide me from Haechan's sight— but even the dark is unable to hide the crimson red that is creeping up my cheeks.

"Get out," Mark groans, and from the small gap in between the blanket and his chest, I see him run a hand through his hair, his lips curved into what seems like annoyance.

"Jeez, chill, I just wanted to ask if you wanted tteokbokki," Haechan says, and I can imagine him rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Bye."

Soon, he is out of the room, and I hear Mark breathe a sigh of relief, his chest rising and falling as he did so.

"Sorry 'bout that," he mutters as he leans back against the headboard, peeking at me through the hole. "You good?"

I nod my head wordlessly.

"Good," he says quietly before shutting his eyes, and I'm suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings— or rather, the position we're in.

I'm not sure if Mark doesn't notice or if he just simply doesn't care, but after the... situation that even got us into this mess in the first place, I find myself still leaning against his chest as I feel his breaths slow down, the sound of rain in the background accompanying us as it pit-patters against his window.

It's comfortable, very comfortable— too comfortable, but I can feel my blood rushing in my ears and I don't think I can take it any longer.

"Um..."

Mark shifts, and soon his eyes are on me before they widen in realisation. "Oh," he stammers. "I'm- I'm sorry. Is... is this okay?" He asks carefully as he puts a little distance between us, peering down at me while waiting for my response.

"Yeah. Yeah, this is okay," I manage to reply, though it only comes out as a hushed whisper because of the shrill ringing in my ears and loud thumping of my heart. I'm not sure why I'm feeling like this— my body is probably just going haywire because of what had happened earlier, right?

Of course. What other reason could it be?

"Okay. Yeah, okay," he replies just as softly before bringing me to his chest once more. I'm not sure why we're whispering, but for some reason, it feels right.

My heart is still beating erratically in all directions, and I'm relieved to know that Mark is just the same as I feel his chest under my palm. The sound of the rain manages to calm me down slightly, though I don't miss the way his arm would tighten around my torso every time thunder strikes.

It's comfortable, very comfortable— too comfortable, and soon I find myself lulling to sleep in the arms of the boy who's made his mark in my life more than I would like to admit.

🕸️

I wake up to the same ceiling of stars, though they are no longer glowing due to the room now being brightly lit with sunlight seeping in through the blinds.

My vision starts to clear up after I rub my eyes a few times, and that is when I realise that the owner of the room isn't in here with me.

Confused, I push myself up to a sitting position, and a small post-it note falls to my lap.

Out to buy bfast!
I left u a change of clothes on the study table so u can go take a shower, haechan's not home so dont worry.
Be back soon
Mark :)