#lmkdrabble

jenoremii:

Mark x Reader, 0.4k, angst, college/university!AU, mentions of alcohol, partying, swearing.
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Oh, shit.

You suddenly turned around, your heart pounding as you looked for Mark amidst the crowd. The house was filled with people you didn’t recognize, but that was to be expected at a Nu Chi Theta frat party. Loud music, people already wasted and staggering around, the couples making out in the stairwell, endless bottles of alcohol lying around on tables and counters — all perfectly normal. Not that it was your scene, but you’d been dragged here by a friend and now she was gone, leaving you with the one person you knew you could trust.

The one person that you couldn’t seem to find at this exact moment when you needed him.

“Hey, you alright?”

Mark’s voice sounded from behind, startling you as you let out a relieved sigh. He was dressed in a casual hoodie and a pair of jeans, his necklace peeking out from under the fabric. Neither overdressed or underdressed, but just right.

“Jeno’s here,” you told him frantically.

His eyes widened. “Those guys showed up? I thought they were banned from coming here.”

“You live here, Mark. Shouldn’t you know these things?

“Actually, Taeyong runs the place, not me. If you want an updated list of rules, go talk to him.”

Checking behind your shoulder, you noticed the all-too-familiar blonde hair of your ex-boyfriend, his eyes meeting yours as you quickly looked away.

“Mark, I need you to do something for me.”

He frowned. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it already.”

“Just trust me,” you pleaded. “Please?”

Sighing, he nodded, only to let out a surprised sound when your hands cupped his cheeks and your lips landed on his. They were slightly chapped, but soft for the most part as you silently begged him to play along, feeling him get the message as his hand wrapped around your lower back and his lips pressed harder against yours. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you noticed his flushed expression, his eyes filled with questions that you didn’t feel like answering right now. Looking back to Jeno, you saw the way his jaw tensed at the sight before being dragged away by his friends and disappearing into another room.

“I think it worked,” you said.

“Were you trying to make him jealous?” Mark asked, his voice a little quieter.

“Jaemin told me that he was still hung up on me, so I had to do something to force him to move on. Anyways, do you want a drink? My cup’s a little empty right now.”

He shook his head, watching you turn away from him and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The kiss meant nothing, he told himself. It was just part of a plan, don’t overthink it.

But there was something in him that knew he was lying.