Chapter Eight

I Want to Feel What its Like to be Loved ( Hiatus )

Mark’s POV

            Never in my life have I ever thought that I would wake up next to an angel. I mean, I’ve woken up next to women all the time, but never has one made me feel so . . . great. Were in the middle of winter yet, I feel so warm. I couldn’t help but smile at the force her arms were around me and every time she inhaled and exhaled, the air from her cute nose tickled my skin.

But things didn’t seem as peaceful as I thought it would be. Yoona’s breathing became heavier and faster, sweat becoming visible on her forehead, and she began mumbling incoherent words.

“Don’t leave me…” she breathed out, frantically moving her arms around. “Please don’t leave!”

“Yoona!” I said as I placed my hands on her cheek trying to add some comfort, “I’m here, I’m here.” She opened her eyes and began gasping. She looked at me, lips quivering as she pushed me harshly making me fall onto the ground. “Yoona?” I said inching a bit closer to her, but she flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

I continued, carefully getting on the bed trying not to scare her. “Yoona . . . it’s just me-.”

“You’ve already seen enough, you can go now.”

“I want to help!”

“I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP! JUST LET ME DIE! NO ONE WANTS ME ALIVE! I DON’T HAVE FRIENDS OR FAMILY! I HAVE NOTHING! WHY DON’T-.”  

"What are you talking about!-" The doorbell rang, interrupting Yoona.

We both stared at each other which felt like an eternity, before she wiped her sweat off and looked away. “We’ll talk about this later.” I said as I slammed her door shut and hurried to the door, with the constant noise the door bell was making I can tell it was Jackson; anyone can tell it was him.

“Hey j-.” He walked pass me and into the room, that’s right I forgot he’s mad at me. “Nice to see you too. . .” I mumbled as I closed the door. I walked into the living room finding him already comfortable, his arms folded along with his legs as well. “Well I’m waiting,” he said.

“Do you want something to drink at least?”

“Mark, enough. Stop trying to avoid the situation, you can also explain to me why you suddenly upgraded your room to suite, and why you have pictures of random strangers,” He said holding up a frame. “Actually isn’t this that Yoona girl? Why do you have pictures of her?” Why is he so dense?  I sat down across from him, “It’s a really long story.”

“I don’t have practice till 5 today, so I have all the time till then.”

“I regret it, I regret everything I’ve done to her. . .” I said running my hands through my hair trying to suppress the tears flowing out. “This is all my fault!” I slammed my fist against the coffee table. “Mark you need to calm down and tell me what happened.” Jackson said.

“You . . . “Both Jackson and I looked up, finding Yoona standing there. “What’s she doing here?”

She walked up to Jackson and snatched his collar, “Did you tell anyone!”

“Yoona!” I yelled, as I grabbed her by the waist trying to pull her off of Jackson. “What the hell are you talking about!?”

“The day you dropped me off at, you saw what the did to me. DID YOU TELL ANYONE!?” I managed to pull her off of Jackson, she thrashed in my arms as I carried her away.

“LET ME GO!” She yelled.

Once we reached the room, I slightly pushed her inside but not too hard where she’d fall. I locked the door and stood in the way. “Let me go please, I have to know!” she said as she gripped my shirt, “Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

“You don’t understand you can’t know!” her tears already spilling over. I placed both of my hands onto her cheeks, wiping away the tears as I leveled myself to her level; connecting our foreheads together.

“Yoona, calm down and I promise I’ll bring Jackson in. Just breathe.” She gripped onto my hands as she tried her best to relax. After a minute or two of just her breathings filling the air I gently her cheek. “That’s my girl, come on.” I said as I intertwined her hand in mines, and I let out a sigh of relief that she didn’t tug her hand away.

Jackson sat across from us, his left leg crossed over his right as he swiveled the glass of orange juice in his hand. “For your information,” he said as he looked away from his glass and onto Yoona. Her grip on my hand tightened, “I didn’t tell anyone, I didn’t even tell Mark. The whole incident just flew out of my brain.”

“What are you doing here?” She stated monotonously, without breaking eye contact with him “I don’t remember ever inviting you to my apartment,” she turned her head and looked at me, her cold eyes stared straight into me and I couldn’t help but grow nervous, “or you.” She spat as she tugged her hand from mines and looked away, crossing her arms in the process.

“Mark invited me, he’s going to explain to me why he’s ditching his friends for some chick. Who’s clearly not his type-.”

“Jackson.” I half yelled half whispered.

“I’m not wrong am I?”

There was a long silence, neither one of us spoke. The tension in the air was suffocating, so suffocating that you couldn’t even move.


 

Yoona’s POV

 

            “Look,” I said as I stood up “If you want Mark back so badly then fine take him-.”

“Yoona!” Mark yelled, grabbing onto my hand.

“I never asked you to take care of me,” I snatched my hand out of his “I understand you feel guilty-.”

“That’s not it!”

“Then what is it Mark!? Please do tell me, because I’m so confused! Every time you do something nice for me I always feel like it’s some sort of plan. I always have to figure out whether if you’re doing this because you actually think I’m a human being or just some crazy, ed up girl who’s addicted to her antidepressants.” The room fell into another silence, I let out a scoff and ran my fingers through my hair, taking deep breaths so I don’t have another mental break down, especially if Jackson is here.

“And there is no chance at all that you actually like me,”

“And what happens if I told you that I actually do like you?”

“Then you’re not only lying to yourself, to your best friend, but to me; and straight to my face.”

“And what if I’m not?”

“Mark please! You’re making this harder for m-.” before I could finish my sentence he held me by the cheeks and smashed his lips onto mines. 


erm.

i'm so sorry i was gone for so long. 

It's funny though, i only get inspiration when i listen to songs i've never heard before. 

BUT ANYWAYS 

thank you for being patient with me :DD

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cece_mytlover
#1
Chapter 11: please continue it !!!!!
MyMark #2
Chapter 10: Please update soon cause it got exciting at that part!! I think Mark's hair in girls girls girls is so amazing, but his hair in A is even better!! So yeah I choose A! Either way he still looks hot!! Lol like I said. Please please please update soon...
Elirose45 #3
Chapter 9: Omg another update! :D The story is coming along great! Thank you for the update! Please update soon! :D
MyMark #4
Chapter 8: Omg Mark. Please update soon!!
MariBubbleGot7
#5
Chapter 8: Omggg.. MAA FEELZZ.
Please do update soon!~
charismark #6
Chapter 8: please update omggggggggggg
i-heartMarkTuan
#7
Chapter 5: if she gets hit like this everyday then won't she like get a lack eye or like lots of cuts and stuff on her face i mean it just doesn't heal over night right? but this story is soo good keep on writing hwiaiting!! :)
INSPIRITS4EVER #8
Chapter 8: i really love your story<3 please update soon^^
MariBubbleGot7
#9
Chapter 7: It's sho beautiful!
Please update soon!