Surviving The Game | Mark Lee
Idol Mark x Investigator Reader
Word count: 11.368
Genre: Drama, angst, action.
Author: maari
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, guns and very sensitive topics with a happy ending bc you know me
Note: I think I need to make it clear that this has nothing to do with yandere and personally I don't agree with stalker attitudes or anything like that. If you are going through this in real life, don't be silent, this is not normal. Btw this it’s just a fiction so don't come after me.
Summary: An sasaeng turns Mark's life a nightmare and the only solution it's bring the police into this case. And it's your job to make him feel safe again.
⪢ NCT Masterlist
“To be more than a conqueror
You have to learn to enjoy the pain
If you want to survive the game”
“Y/N, come with me, please.”
“Of course, boss.” Y/N stood up from her chair, ready to grab her vest.
“Without the vest.” the boss warned and she looked at him confused but left her protection behind.
She walked beside him anxiously, waiting for him to say something but it didn't happen until they were in the car. No vests, no flashy vehicles. Like normal people.
"Where are we going?" she asked as soon as the boss started the car.
“Visiting a victim." Y/N frowned, she had never done this type of work. Noticing her confusion, the boss decided to explain. “It's a delicate and completely confidential case, it involves a large company that wants a silent investigation.”
She knew how to keep a secret but the anxiety of knowing what it was all about was eating her alive.
"Understood." she replied and silence returned to them both until they reached their destination.
Y/N wanted to know more about the details but she knew that the boss wouldn't talk about the case on the street or while they were going up the elevator, after identifying themselves to the doorman. She was attentive to everything and when they arrived on the floor, they didn't have to wait long after the boss rang the bell.
A man probably the boss's age, if not younger, answered the door and bowed as he faced the boss.
"Detective." the man greeted him and the boss bowed in the same way, entering shortly afterwards.
Y/N did the same and noticed that the man was worried, she walked in behind the boss and felt several pairs of eyes staring at her.
She didn't usually get nervous, she liked to investigate and was one of the reasons why she joined the police but she confessed that now it was different. She didn't expect four extremely handsome young men to be in the room, staring intently at her and the boss.
She was used to police officers of all ages, so she was struck by the beauty of mere civilians. She had never seen so many handsome men since University.
The four of them got up from the couch and bowed, they seemed more anxious and nervous than Y/N, and she tried not to show how affected she was by the looks.
“Detective, this is Taeyong, Yuta, Johnny and Mark.” the oldest introduced, indicating who was who and Y/N took a good look at the boys.
But the last one caught her attention.
He appeared to be the youngest and was visibly shaken, huge black dots under his eyes that were shaking constantly, but beneath his pale, worried face, he carried an innocent, almost childlike look. Although he wasn't that much younger than Y/N.
“Detective Kim, this is my partner Y/N.” the boss announced and all eyes stopped on her.
Y/N smiled slightly, holding her gaze for longer with Mark, who quickly lowered his gaze.
“Very well, tell us from the beginning what happened.” the boss asked and the oldest signaled for everyone to sit down.
Y/N and the boss sat across from the four young boys who looked at Mark before starting.
“We were returning from a recording that lasted all day, when we got out of the car a woman approached us, she wanted to talk to Mark.” Y/N's eyes met Mark's and he looked embarrassed, the boss pointed for her to write down what Taeyong was saying and she took her phone out of her pocket. “At first we thought she was a random fan who had just passed by on the street and saw us getting down, but after we entered, the doorman announced that the woman had not left the sidewalk.”
Y/N cocked her head to the side when she heard the word fan. Were they famous? Why hadn't the boss warned her about this?
“She stood still for a long time, looking at the building trying to find our floor.” Yuta continued.
“That’s when she started screaming.” Mark spoke quietly and Y/N stopped taking notes to look at him, his small voice made her feel sorry for him.
It was clear that this had affected him in a bad way, it was actually sad.
“We spoke to our manager.” Johnny pointed to the older man who was standing next to them with his arms crossed. “And we didn’t do anything but record it for proof.”
“What was she shouting?” Y/N asked and they looked at Mark, who shook his head and looked down.
"Nonsenses. That Mark couldn’t go without talking to his girlfriend, that it wasn’t right to leave her outside in the cold.” Tayeong spoke and it was at that moment that everyone had the same expression, anger.
Y/N tried to contain her grimace and went back to taking notes.
Reminder: the girl was crazy.
“But the next day she was in the same place we were and the next day too, and now she’s going to where we are.” Yuta showed the discomfort he felt and it seemed like he wasn't the only one.
“It even seems like she knows our schedule better than our own manager.” Johnny commented.
“How long has this been going on?” the boss asked.
"3 weeks?" Taeyong asked Mark and he just nodded, while stared into nothing.
Now Y/N could understand the case.
It made perfect sense for the police to go to their house in disguise, if the idols went to the police station or if they knew that a detective had gone there, it would attract a lot of attention.
From the media, from the fans, from who knows how many stalkers they had. It would be detrimental to the case.
“And when did the messages start?” the boss asked and Y/N looked at him.
Messages?
“A few days before she showed up.” Mark responded and put his hands together, stirring constantly.
“Can you show us?” the boss asked and Mark agreed, taking his phone out of his pocket and moving it around until he found what he was looking for, he handed it to the boss and as Y/N was closer, she held the phone.
The boss approached to read it and Y/N's eyes widened at the amount.
The number was already blocked, but on the same day Mark had received 52 messages.
‘I know where you are’
‘Why don’t you come out and talk?’
‘I see your face in the window’
‘Are you looking for me?’
'You are so cute'
There were some of them, Y/N noticed that the girl was really watching Mark closely and every second as she told him exactly what he was doing.
Psychopath, she thought.
Y/N looked at Mark once again. He was sad, dejected and tired, she could see that. It was clear as water.
Cases about stalkers were not rare, but she had never been at the forefront of the investigations. But now, knowing the story, she could only feel anger and disgust.
How could someone who claimed to be a fan do that?
“Have you ever thought about carrying armed security guards?” she asked and that caught everyone by surprise.
The boys looked at each other, looking for an answer while the manager scratched his head.
“It wouldn’t be fair to the fans.” Mark replied and for the first time held Y/N’s gaze.
She didn't want to notice how welcoming yet sad his brown eyes were, but she did.
“And is it fair to you?” she returned the question.
Okay, she understood the fame part but she couldn't understand why their safety didn't come first, especially since that girl was a perfect sasaeng.
They were obsessed and would stop at nothing. Someone needed to set limits.
“The company thinks it is more prudent for the police to investigate first and then we will see what can be done.” the manager said and Y/N wanted to snort.
She knew what to do, locking the crazy woman in a mental hospital was the solution.
“That’s what we’re here for.” the boss assured, resting his hand on Y/N's shoulder who was still looking at Mark. “We will do whatever is necessary.”
Y/N and the boss talked a little more with the boys so they could have something to start, as well as writing down the numbers the stalker was using to send messages to Mark.
Yes, numbers.
She was pushy, in Y/N's words she was annoying.
As soon as they left, after a long conversation that Mark apparently didn't want to have, they returned to the car with a plan in mind.
Well, Y/N had a rather radical plan.
“You know we’re going to have to check his phone, right?” Y/N asked her boss as soon as they left the street of the building. “The girl probably hacked it, based on her history.”
“I didn’t want to say that at first and scare him.”
She laughed, humorless.
“Boss, the guy is already scared!”
"I know. What did you find of her?” he asked and Y/N slid the file onto her phone.
After looking up her history in every database the police had access to, she found some interesting things.
“She was adopted when she was 6 years old. Her academic record is not the best, she went through several schools in a very short period, she must not have had time to create a bond with someone, her teachers made some notes over the years about her being quiet, introverted and extremely inattentive because she was too busy kissing posters of actors and singers.” Y/N saw the boss staring at her with a disbelieving look. "What? It’s written here!”
The boss laughed, nodding his head.
“I know what you think about stalkers.”
“That they are unbalanced people who deserve to spend the rest of their lives in a psychiatric clinic, am I wrong?”
“No, but it’s not right either.” the boss pondered, searching for the best words. “Cases like this involve a lot more than it seems, Y/N.”
"What does that mean?"
“I mean, you need to see beyond your outrage about this issue. Or do you think I didn’t realize you got mad when they started talking about the messages?” Y/N was silent. “You will be a good detective in the future and that is why I have an obligation to train you until then, I want you to be the best, but for that you will need to act more with reason than with emotion.”
[...]
Although the detective was in charge of the case, it was Y/N who was solving everything, especially because the boss was busier than usual. So he confided in her everything he said about this specific case.
That was why Y/N had gone to the group's dorm again, now she knew about Mark's professional life and how the group was famous, it made sense why stalkers showed up thinking they knew the boys closely.
However, a face that Y/N hadn't seen yet answered the door in confusion, so she held up her badge.
"Goodnight. Investigator Y/N, is Mark here?” she asked subtly and he nodded, giving her space to enter.
“Milk!” he shouted and even though she didn't know anything about him, she could tell that he must be one of the group's vocalists, by his powerful voice.
It was time for him to close the door and turn to face her, Mark appeared running and visibly tired, it was no wonder after all at that time of night they should have been sleeping due to their busy schedule.
“Officer, good night!” he greeted her and looked at her expectantly.
“How are you, Mark?”
"Good." she didn't believe the answer, not after the sad eyes gave it away. Y/N would have continued to hold his gaze if the boy who opened the door hadn't interrupted the brief moment. “This is Haechan, I guess you guys didn’t meet last week, did you?” he introduced and the boy smiled at Y/N.
"Pleasure."
"Equally!" he replied happily and the room fell into an awkward silence.
"Well, I'm sorry to come unannounced but I came to update you on the investigation." Y/N spoke and Mark moved in front of Haechan, pointing to the sofa.
"Please sit down."
She did so, taking off the backpack she was carrying on her back and placing it on her lap.
"First of all, your phone, where is it?"
Mark looked confused at Haechan who was on the same page, he pointed to one of the rooms.
"Charging, why?" He asked, curious.
"I'm going to need a favor. Two in fact." she saw Mark nod and then continued. "Bring your phone over here and cover all the cameras, you two will have to be silent at all time."
Mark looked complicit at Haechan who felt the investigator's eyes switch between him and Mark. The two agreed.
"Why?" Mark asked and saw her become reluctant.
"I need to make sure that what I suspect is happening." She explained without giving many details and received a shy ok from Mark, who got up and went to get his phone.
A few minutes later, while Haechan was silent and looked like he was going to explode, Mark returned. Y/N noticed that he had turned the phone's cover over and the rear cameras were covered, while the front was covered by a Band aid.
Creative, she thought.
Mark handed the phone to Y/N who quickly took the notebook out of her backpack and turned it on, Haechan approached Mark and the two remained standing next to the investigator while she worked tirelessly on the keyboard, concentrated enough to get Mark's attention .
He shouldn't have noticed her face so much, the way her lips held a firm line as she pressed them together, but he did.
In an absurd and boring silence, as Haechan thought, minutes passed until her expression changed.
From concentration to anger.
Y/N quickly turned off Mark's phone and got up from the couch almost at the same time.
"Officer…?" Mark caught her attention, and she looked at him seriously.
"What I thought was right." Mark looked at her expectantly, ready to understand what she meant but it wasn't that easy. She didn't want to be insensitive, so she took a deep breath before speaking. "She hacked your phone, she had access to any and all of your personal information."
Y/N saw Mark react in a common way, complete astonishment and despair. But even though it was normal, she hated seeing the vulnerability in him.
"How? When?" he asked, astonished.
"It is possible?" Haechan questioned, worried about his friend. Mark was whiter than usual, he looked like he was going to faint.
Y/N nodded and placed her hands on her hips.
"Unfortunately, yes. Did you leave your phone somewhere or access any unusual links?"
Mark reached deep into his memory.
"No, I don't access links that easily and I don't take my eyes off my phone. Well, only on the plane when I'm sleeping."
Y/N felt like a click appeared in her head.
So that was it.
"But she would never have access to my flight." He laughed in disbelief and saw Y/N look at him not so confidently. "Right?"
She sighed.
“Are you sure you never saw her before that night?” Y/N crossed her arms.
She had to have left some clue, everyone always did.
"Never!" Mark responded promptly and looked at his friend who was holding his hand to his face and staring into space, thoughtfully.
“Thinking back, I recognized her from somewhere. I remember seeing that face behind the scenes of our recordings.” Haechan replied, leaving Y/N on alert.
“You didn't tell me that before.” Mark accused and Haechan shrugged.
“I wasn't sure, but now that the police officer said it, it makes sense to me. She kept looking in our direction.”
Y/N took a deep breath, feeling her blood boil. With the case, she had analyzed other reports of sasaengs and the rumors she had heard about agencies allowing them to infiltrate artists' agendas because they had money was disturbing and revolting.
However, this theory seemed to make more sense than before.
"What do I do?" Mark asked, visibly desperate and Y/N raised her hand to rest on his shoulder but stopped in her tracks.
It would be too inappropriate.
That's why she put her hair behind her ear instead of physically comforting the boy.
"I suggest you buy another phone and don't answer any suspicious calls from an unknown number, always keep your phone in your front pocket."
Mark sighed, he looked so tired that Y/N sympathized with his suffering, it was the final reason she needed to speak with determination.
"She'll pay for this, I promise you."
[...]
Y/N closed the soaked umbrella while banging her fist against the door, that routine was becoming normal and she felt a mix of sensations run through her body waiting for the door to be opened.
She smiled slightly when she saw Mark's clean, confused face and his messy hair, but when she looked down at his bare torso, shock took over her body, she blinked a few times and her jaw dropped as she tried to find some words to say but there was nothing.
Y/N didn't want to notice the way that, even though he was so thin, Mark had a defined body. Well defined. It wasn't surprising, after all he was also a dancer, but she couldn't control her body to contain her stuttered speech.
“Ah shit, sorry!” she heard Mark speak after looking at his own body, finding himself only in his sweatpants while the guitar was in his other hand, Y/N looked at his face and saw that his cheeks took on a pink tone.
“It is…” Y/N cleared her throat as her voice came out weak. "It’s ok."
It was more than fine, she thought.
"Please come in." Mark gave her space and Y/N did so, moving next to Mark's hot body who looked anywhere but at her face. She left her shoes at the door, along with her umbrella. “I'm just going to…” he pointed to his body and she nodded frantically, still not knowing what to say, and followed him to the living room.
Mark practically ran with the guitar in his hand and Y/N put her lips together in a thin line as she watched Mark's back but when her eyes went to the waistband of his pants, she turned her head and with her eyes widened in surprise by the thoughts not at all pure that invaded her head, she lightly slapped her own cheek as if she managed to expel the thoughts.
Put yourself together, she thought.
“Sorry, I have this habit of playing the guitar like that.” she took a deep breath before turning to face Mark again, she was disappointed to see him without his guitar and in his gray hooded sweatshirt but she tried not to show it, the boy was embarrassed enough.
She didn't want to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.
“Don’t apologize, please. It’s me who should apologize for coming unannounced, again.”
Mark shook his head and smiled, crossing his arms.
“Apparently you have some more news about the case.” Mark tried to sound subtle but Y/N could find the anxiety in his voice, that was why she took a deep breath feeling her stomach churn with anxiety so she decided to be direct.
"We have the mandate ready." Mark smiled hopefully and was ready to say something when she interrupted him. "But the prosecution knew about your case in advance."
"And?" Mark asked, confused, his frown made him look cute.
"And they want to use this as an example to pressure Congress to pass stronger laws against stalkers."
Mark looked down, the gears in his brain seeming to grind slowly.
"Use as an example?" He questioned and she nodded. "A public trial. Is that it?"
Y/N bit her lip when she saw Mark's very serious expression.
"Yes. The prosecutor believes that with public opinion, especially international opinion, congress will have great motivation for stalkers to be treated as-"
"Wait, officer." Mark interrupted her, raising his hand. "I'm a layman on the subject but this means I'll have to testify in front of the jury. In person."
Y/N scratched the back of her head, feeling her heart sink when she saw Mark's pained expression.
"Yes, Mark. Your testimony at the trial is the main key, just testifying to the police is not enough to convict, it also needs to be in court."
Mark laughed in disbelief and ran his hand over his face, and then through his hair where he ruffled it hard.
He was visibly upset, Y/N understood the reasons but it was the only way to end it.
"Is not fair." he spoke and kept his gaze fixed on Y/N, who felt her shoulders sag.
It was true but he had no choice.
The investigations were practically over, she had nothing else to do.
Now it was with the prosecutor's office.
Mark shook his head and walked past Y/N who just followed him with her gaze, watching him go to the front door angrily, looking for some sneakers.
"Where are you going?" Y/N asked when she saw him put on the pair but had no answer, as Mark opened the door in the next second and walked out of the dorm in long strides.
Y/N ran to put on her shoes and follow Mark, finding him at the end of the hallway.
"Mark!" She called out to him but all she got was silence, which made her run after him again.
He walked out of the dorm and didn't even care about the rain outside as he took long steps down the street, Y/N didn't think about anything other than following him.
"Mark, wait!" She spoke loudly because the heavy rain had already soaked Mark's body and hers, her heavy hair fell in front of her face. "Hey!" she hurried and grabbed his arm, putting all the strength she had into making him stop.
Mark did it, suddenly, and Y/N almost ran into his body for it but she wished she hadn't because now she was staring into Mark's red eyes.
He looked broken inside and out, even in the heavy rain you could see the tears. Y/N felt an uncontrollable urge to protect him.
"What?" he shouted, making her fall silent.
She didn't know what to say, she just wanted to hug him tight enough to ease that suffering.
"I just…" he reluctantly and Y/N kept her eyes fixed on his, encouraging him to continue. "I just wanted, once, just once, to have a normal life like everyone else."
"And what would you do if you were a normal person?" she questioned and saw Mark look intensely into her eyes until he moved down to her mouth.
Y/N didn't have time for any more questions, she just saw Mark approach her in a blur, grab both sides of her face tightly and pull her towards him, their mouths colliding in an almost desperate way.
She widened her eyes when Mark's cold, wet lips took hers, letting a sound of surprise be muffled by the kiss, but Mark's palms covering her skin and his face so close to hers was enough for Y/N to give in to the brief desire at that moment.
She closed her eyes and her hands found Mark's shoulder, feeling her whole body light up with the way his lips moved between hers, tilting her head the kiss became deeper and was the perfect excuse for Mark's tongue seeks hers, bringing his chest closer to hers, their bodies emanating a heat that not even the cold rain was able to stifle.
Y/N sighed when her tongue began to dance in the same fast rhythm as Mark's and she felt his hand hold the back of her neck firmly, sending shivers throughout her body.
The rain, although it made the kiss much wetter and with more saliva than normal, seemed to wash away any kind of insecurity or fear on both sides.
Y/N didn't restrict herself from feeling everything she wanted. She had been attracted to Mark since the first day, and even though her rational side screamed that it was dangerous, she couldn't control the way her heart warmed much more than her body that was touched by him. She felt a peace, a strong connection that she had never felt before.
And Mark, he finally managed to put all his problems aside, it was like he was in another world. One in which Y/N wasn't the police officer who was just there to investigate the case, it went much further. He felt safe and normal.
When they separated, breathing heavy and missing from their lungs, they faced each other once more. Without saying anything, Mark just caressed Y/N's cheek that he was holding and watched her, her lips swollen and red, parted and beautiful.
Y/N kept her hands on Mark's shoulder and lost herself in the current of his eyes, as if it were a black hole that was pulling her. That day, she had promised that she would protect him from everything.
Even if she had to with her own life.
[...]
Y/N sneezed once again as she entered the police station, receiving a greeting from one of her colleagues in which she responded with just one hand.
The headache, the runny nose, the lack of sleep, and being woken up late had everything to do with last night, but none of that mattered to the boss when he saw her.
"You come with me." he pointed at her and continued walking outside the district, she just took a deep breath and turned around, following the detective to the parking lot.
When they got into the car, she dropped her suitcase at her feet and sneezed again.
"Shit." she complained, closing her eyes for a while.
“Did you catch the rain yesterday?” the boss asked and she opened her eyes instantly.
She didn't want to be so suspicious, she hadn't even been able to digest what had happened last night, so she just nodded as she put on the seat belt.
“I told you to use your umbrella.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes theatrically.
"Thank you, dad." the detective laughed at the sarcastic tone, before throwing the tablet that Y/N only noticed he was holding at that moment onto her lap and starting the car.
If it were any other police officer, would never talk with the detective like that. But Y/N was intimate enough for that, and sometimes he acted like he was her father.
"What is that?" she asked, holding up the tablet.
“Unlock the screen and you’ll know where we’re going.” he warned, without taking his attention off the streets and Y/N did as he said.
When she read the title of the article, she felt her blood run cold.
“Lee Mark accused of drugging and abusing minor”
Y/N swallowed hard and wrinkled her nose as she read the article quickly, closing the fists of her other hand so hard that her nails dug into her skin but she didn't care about the pain.
That article was even worse.
And the worst part, it was all a lie. False.
The alleged victim’s “statement” on a social network was too clear for her, in addition to not making any sense, it had only one objective.
“It was the stalker.” she spoke through gritted teeth, trying to control her breathing.
She had no doubts. There was no one other than her who could lie about something so serious.
“I asked intelligence to track the account, of course, she already deleted everything.”
Y/N laughed humorlessly.
“Obviously, her goal was to just throw shit at the media.” she replied angrily.
“And she did, the phone was the same one you identified as the one that had access to Mark’s.”
Great, more evidence against her.
“Can we arrest her now?” Y/N looked at the boss who had a serious expression.
“No, this morning the phone was found.” he glanced at Y/N and took a deep breath before continuing. “On the Han River. I sent a car to her house and the doorman said she hadn’t been there for two days.”
Y/N glared angrily at her boss. It wasn't with him but with the stalker, she wasn't enjoying that Tom and Jerry game.
They should have arrested her last night.
“She knows we’re after her.” she concluded.
“If your theory that she infiltrates the group’s staff is right, then yes.”
“Boss, a lie cannot be proven.” she said, indignantly.
“No, but a true can. That’s what we have to do.” he reminded her and Y/N took a deep breath, looking back at the street.
Anxiety took over her body when she realized that they were close to the company building, very different from the path to Mark's dorm that she was used to, but all she could think about was the boy.
He must have been desperate, much more than yesterday.
Although she should be thinking about her work, it was difficult to control the shiver as she remembered last night and the kiss.
That line was dangerous but it felt so right, Y/N didn't regret kissing Mark because it had only incited the fire of justice within her even more. She needed to help him more than ever, protect him in any way.
“Will SM let the police in through the front door?” Y/N asked as soon as they got out of the car and the boss nodded.
“You can’t even imagine how desperate they are to solve this case.”
Ah, she could actually imagine it.
They entered the building, just showing their badge and entry was authorized, they went to the elevator towards the meeting room where one of the employees had informed them that they would be waiting for them both.
The boss knocked on the door and someone spoke loudly for them to come in, Y/N felt her hands sweat as she entered the room and her eyes searched Mark's, finding him sitting in one of the chairs.
He seemed surprised to see her there but held her gaze, making her heart skip a beat in her chest and memories of last night flooded her head. She could still feel the texture of Mark's lips and the taste of him.
However, she blinked several times when the company's CEO suggested that they sit down, she followed the boss and ended up sitting facing Mark who couldn't take his eyes off her.
She then discovered that in addition to the CEO, SM's lawyer and Mark's lawyer were there, as well as the head of the public relations department.
The meeting had a single objective, to find a way out of that maze.
And Y/N observed everything quietly, listening to the discussions about how they would deal with that without tarnishing the company's image, something that made her raise her eyebrow.
Mark's image should be a priority, or rather, his safety.
She looked back at Mark, he looked not only bothered but irritated too, he kept rubbing his hands while fixing his eyes on a random spot on the table.
“If Mark is sued, we won’t be able to continue with the contract-”
Y/N rolled her eyes surreptitiously. But there was no way she could be listening to that.
"Excuse me." she interrupted, raising her hand and got everyone's attention. “I have an idea, we can set a trap for the girl.”
Y/N's boss looked at her curiously.
"What did you think?"
“It's clear that she is doing everything she can to ruin Mark's life, and I think everyone is aware of that. But you can hush up the case of the false report made on social media.”
"As?" Mark's lawyer asked.
“Release an official note, say Mark has an alibi.” she looked glancing at Mark who had his eyes narrowed at her, trying to follow her reasoning.
“This won’t help without proof.” the head of the public relations department said and she shook her head.
“It will if you say he was with his girlfriend.” she replied with conviction and saw everyone's eyes widen.
"What?"
“But that’s a lie.” Mark spoke a little louder and Y/N looked at him. "I don't have a girlfriend."
She suppressed her smile, she didn't know why but she was happy to hear that from him.
The situation between them would have been much more dangerous if they had kissed while he had a girlfriend...
“Do you want us to defend ourselves from an exposure like this, exposing ourselves even more?” The CEO asked and she nodded.
“Listen to me, if you confirm that Mark is in a relationship and that you hid it to protect his image, in addition to you coming out of this situation as sensible, this will attract the stalker.”
“She’s right.” Y/N's boss agreed, drawing everyone's attention to himself. “The girl has been missing for two days, no one knows where she is. If she believes Mark has a girlfriend, she will come running back to find out who the girl is.”
Everyone was silent, pondering.
“And then, we took action. We take her to jail and the prosecution does its part.”
Y/N looked at everyone's faces, trying to make her confidence convince everyone that the plan was ideal.
They needed to attract the stalker somehow and she couldn't imagine a better scenario than if she believed that Mark already had someone, the girl would change the focus of the threats to the supposed girlfriend.
She faced Mark last, he didn't seem so comfortable with her suggestion but she managed to see something in his eyes that she hadn't seen before.
Hope.
[...]
Y/N wanted to hit herself, she stared at the wall with focus thinking about how she could hit her head without passing out.
Watching Mark after the dating scandal came out to ensure his integrity and watching the stalker appear was perfect.
She had the perfect idea.
Mainly because Mark had been removed from his activities for a few days, the official statement said it was for personal reasons, but Y/N knew that it was all part of the plan to catch the stalker in the act and increase her sentence.
A great idea that the boss had approved.
As long as Y/N kept Mark safe, that she escorted him, and she watched him all night.
Spending all her time outside his apartment doing what exactly? Thinking about the kiss they shared!
Even on duty, with the gun on her waist and her hand nearby in case of any eventuality, she couldn't stop thinking about his lips, no matter how hard she tried.
She didn't know if it was because she had a personal connection to the case and had just felt the need to protect Mark but that kiss moved her in a way that no other had.
It was more than affection.
Mark's sad eyes and the way he looked so small and defenseless in that situation made her feel the need to not only protect him, but also help him in some way.
And as wrong as it was, since she couldn't get involved with the victims, she wanted to do something for him besides work.
To make him feel better, even to vent to someone because she more than anyone knew what an extremely stressful situation it was.
Y/N turned her head and all her attention when she heard the door to his house open slowly, making the noise echo through the silent hallway, her palms were already sweaty before she even saw Mark's shy face.
His dark hair fell into his eyes that were looking for anywhere to look but her eyes.
"It's… um… good evening, officer." His voice came out so shy that she would have smiled if she didn't feel so embarrassed.
The air was tense between them, it was palpable.
"Good evening, Mark." she returned it with a wry smile. "Do you need something?"
"No." He shook his head incessantly, he seemed to search for the right words while holding the door. "Listen, are you going to be out there for too long?"
Y/N sighed, of course he was feeling uncomfortable.
"Until the patrol finds some movement around the perimeter." she explained.
That was the deal.
Mark took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at her.
"You are not hungry?" The question caught Y/N off guard and she frowned, not understanding. "It's just that I made a lot of food…" he pointed inside his own apartment. "I forgot the members wouldn't be here." He smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head and she watched him carefully.
The police had been very specific, keeping Mark in the dorm was a necessity but they weren't going to put the other boys in danger.
So they all went to a hotel that night.
"I don’t want to bother." She was being sincere, although her stomach rejoiced at the invitation.
"No, no. It won't be uncomfortable." Mark replied promptly, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not against what was stipulated, you'll still watch me... just from inside."
Y/N pondered, a huge part of her saying to accept it soon but until she remembered that she was on duty, working to keep him safe.
Except, well, Mark wasn't wrong. He had a point.
"I don't know…"
"Please." Mark's eyes shone with guilt and she surrendered right then and there. "I feel responsible for you being out there alone when you could be somewhere you really wanted."
She felt offended but didn't take it personally, Mark didn't really know her so he didn't know that she was there of her own free will, it was her duty.
"Don't say that, I don't want you to feel that way." She took a step forward, her fingers itching to touch his shoulder, but stopped where she was. "It's not your fault, Mark, it never was!"
She spoke with conviction and he remained silent, only to nod his head shortly afterwards.
"I'll feel a lot better if you at least come in for a drink of water."
She suppressed a smile and Mark gave her space to enter, without hesitation she did so.
The house was much warmer than the hallway she was in before, she took off her boots at the door and walked in, hearing Mark close the door behind her and feeling him watching her.
"Do you want to eat? Seriously, I made a lot of food." He walked ahead and pointed to where Y/N imagined the kitchen to be, a clear invitation for her to go.
In silence she entered and saw that Mark had actually made a lot of food, enough for the whole night. Even though she was about to deny it, her stomach betrayed her and growled loudly the instant she saw the food.
It looked very delicious.
Although there was one thing missing.
"I know, the egg needs to be fried, right." He laughed softly and Y/N looked at him.
Had she been watching the food for so long?
"I’ll just eat it as is." She replied and Mark approached the stove.
"No, it's okay. I'll do it in a second." He offered and she smiled gratefully.
However, Y/N's smile faded when she saw that Mark looked more like he was about to plant a bomb than fry an egg.
Mark took what he needed a little confused, he muttered quietly to himself and she couldn't understand but she imagined it was the steps of the process.
When one hand was free, he scratched the back of his head and looked at the items on the kitchen counter, as if he wanted to ensure he had gotten everything needed.
This was taking a lot longer than a second.
"Mark." she called after him, stifling a laugh.
He looked at her, even more confused and a little shy.
"Yes?"
"Do you know how to fry eggs?" she crossed her arms and saw him frown.
"Yeah!" he responded promptly, scratching the back of his head again. "You just can't guarantee that it's edible."
Y/N put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh, he also laughed a little more shyly.
"Alright, I'll do it."
Y/N approached the stove as Mark opened and closed his mouth to retort, but she just raised her eyebrow and reached out to hold the spatula he was holding.
He ended up giving in willingly and their fingers ended up touching briefly, making them both look at each other at the same moment.
Mark walked away, shyly while Y/N cleared her throat trying not to show how much Mark's eyes affected her.
"Do you want a tip?" she asked, to dispel the disturbing silence and he nodded. "You need to get the oil hot before you add the egg."
Mark paid attention as she announced what she was going to do in a step-by-step that seemed much simpler than what he did.
She took the opportunity and made him an egg too, Mark helped put together the dish and they were quickly sitting on the stools ready to eat.
"Seeing you cook, it seemed easy to do." Mark pointed to the egg, laughing and she mirrored the same reaction.
Catching her attention a little on his wide and genuine smile.
"Because it's easy." She noticed and started to eat.
"For me it's much more complicated than it really is, officer." he replied, watching her expression as she ate.
"But you cook well." She spoke after chewing everything. "This is a feast compared to the hot dogs I eat on the street."
Mark frowned.
"Don't you eat real food when you work, officer?"
She looked at him. She didn't like it when Mark called her an officer often, it seemed like every time he said that word a rift grew between them.
"Define real food."
Mark laughed, he didn't need the answer because she had already said it.
They ate some more in silence, although she noticed Mark's uneasiness.
"Can I ask you a question, officer?" He spoke quietly.
"Y/N."
Mark looked at her confused.
"Huh?"
"Y/N. That's my name." He raised his eyebrows and she smiled slightly. "Instead of just officer."
Mark smirked.
"Y/N."
She had to control the huge smile she wanted to give, she had enjoyed hearing him say her name.
"Of course you can." She moved away from the plate, turning all her attention to him. "Go ahead"
Mark took a deep breath and looked at her deeply.
"Why did you become a police officer?"
She swallowed hard, she didn't imagine he would ask her that right away.
She tried to hide how much that question had weighed on her shoulders and frowned.
"And why did you become an idol?"
He shook his head, his eyes shining with stubbornness.
"I asked first." He remembered and she nodded, looking down at her hands that were in her lap.
"I know how you feel." She shifted on the stool and looked somewhere in the kitchen, avoiding Mark's eyes. "With this stalker thing. You're not the only one who has someone chasing you everywhere."
Y/N suddenly fell silent, her mind flooding with the memories she had forced herself to forget.
"Ex boyfriend?" Mark asked reluctantly.
Y/N looked at him again, smiling sadly.
"I wish it were." She shook her head and he looked even more confused. "I had a childhood friend, we were inseparable in kindergarten but I ended up having to change cities shortly after and lost contact. In elementary school, on a random day, she showed up at the same school, she had enrolled there. At first I thought it was great because I didn't know what had happened to her so I would be able to have that friendship again." She took a deep breath before continuing. "But I had grown up, met other people, had new friends... and she didn't seem to like it very much. She was jealous of all my friends, she said she liked the same guys as me. I started to think it was strange, but it was only in middle school that I started to feel weird around her. She did everything she could to be near me, all the time, as if… as if…"
"You had an intimacy that no one has ever had." Mark concluded and she nodded.
She laughed, sadly.
"Yeah, but it wasn't like that. She wasn't my best friend, the memory I had of her was very different, and her jealousy bothered me a lot so I tried to stay away."
"But it did not work." He guessed.
"Yes, it seemed that the more I moved away, the more she tried to be close to me. She even followed me home several times, sending me messages in the early hours of the morning wanting to question me because I had posted photos with my friends." she sighed. “She said I was the reason she self-harmed.”
Mark's jaw dropped and he watched her helpfully.
"She sent me sensitive photos of slit wrists every time and I always felt guilty. But the messages started to be more frequent and she started threatening me, threatening my family, saying that I had told her to kill herself , although it wasn't like that, I had just warned her and tried to help that if she continued doing that she would end up killing herself. I was so angry because I didn't think there was a reason for that. Until I had enough."
"How?" He crossed his arms and she then realized that Mark was really interested in the story, so she continued.
"I joined the police academy, I was always afraid that she would do something against my family so I thought I could protect them if I was a police officer. Then I decided to change cities, I wanted her focus to change, so she wouldn't need to focus on what to do against my family. I left all social media, I never showed up in the city again."
"And then?"
Y/N scratched her head, this was part she had never told anyone, not even her family. She then got up from the stool and crossed her arms, turning her back to Mark and heading into the living room.
He followed her, he was curious and also worried, but he felt relieved somehow.
He had identified with her story.
"And then I ended up here." She opened her arms, turning to look at him. "I was feeling safe enough, until…"
Y/N looked down at the floor, running her hand over her forehead while Mark didn't take his eyes off her, a little reluctant.
"Until?" He urged her to continue but seeing that she was still silent, he took a step towards her.
"Until I was assigned to handle your case." She raised her gaze again to Mark's, seeing him change his expression to one of surprise. "I said I know how you feel because it's the truth. I understand the fear you're feeling."
Y/N saw Mark's eyes falter so she took a step forward, getting closer to him.
"I know it's desperate and that you will do everything to protect the ones you love because that's exactly what I'm doing." Mark looked away and, unable to contain himself, she brought her hand to his face, making him regain eye contact. "If the trial appears on TV, if it's public, she'll find me."
"So you think I shouldn't testify?" he asked quietly, his shoulders so shrugged that it gave him a very fragile image, one that Y/N didn't like.
She shook her head and moved closer to him, cupping the other side of Mark's face with her free hand.
"Quite the opposite. You need to testify." she spoke firmly and he stared at her lips. "You have to end this or else you'll spend the rest of your life hiding."
“But what about you, Y/N?” he asked, worried. "What will happen to you?"
She sighed. Even though she knew that maybe her life would become a nightmare, that wasn't what she was worried about.
It was Mark's life that was at risk, he might never do what he loved again because of a false accusation and if she had the power to stop that from happening, she would strive to help him.
"I'm finally going to put an end to this story. I'm going to stop being the scared, terrified victim." she replied with certainty, a conviction that took Mark's words away.
He just stood there staring at her determined face, he saw a strength in Y/N's eyes that infected him.
He had to do that not only for him or the people he loved but also for everyone else who was going through the same situation.
If he had a chance to start a change, he couldn't let fear stop him.
And as strange as it was, she gave him a security he had never felt before.
Then his eyes dropped to Y/N's lips, not wanting to hold back anymore, Mark moved closer to touch them softly with his own lips.
She slowly closed her eyes at the light contact and had to force herself not to let out a sigh.
However, when Mark hugged her waist and brought her closer while his lips moved skillfully against hers, she simply gave in.
She forgot everything. Her past, her history, what she was doing there, what her mission was.
Mark took her out of orbit and it was intoxicating, all she wanted was to stay there with his warm lips moving slowly against hers, appreciating every inch and tasting her without rushing.
From Mark's face, her hands went to the back of his head and hair, moving his head to the side so that the kiss intensified.
Mark didn't stop the kiss until Y//N hit her back against a hard surface, it was only with surprise that they separated to realize that they were glued to the glass door of the balcony.
She laughed softly, followed by Mark's laugh as he raised his hand to her cheek. Y/N just watched him, with wobbly legs and dropped her hands to his shoulders while Mark caressed her face.
They didn't need words, the only thing that was exchanged there was complicity.
Mark's sideways smile indicated before he tilted his head that he intended to continue what they had started.
If it weren't for the ringing on his phone, notifying him of a new message. He took a deep breath before walking away.
"Y/N. Over."
Still a little dizzy from the lack of air, she reached for the communicator on her waist, watching Mark walk to get the phone from the sofa.
"I am here." She responded, forcing her voice to come out steady.
She saw Mark using his phone with his back to her.
"We saw some strange movement around the back of the building."
Y/N's entire body became alert, her rigid posture appearing again.
"What?"
Y/N didn't take her eyes off Mark, he was motionless.
"It was near some trash cans so we walked around the street to be sure what it was."
She took a deep breath, not liking it.
Mark turned to her, his eyes wide and an expression of pure shock that made Y/N look at him suspiciously.
He turned the phone screen and she returned her attention to Mark's shaking hand until she realized that a video was playing.
She felt her blood boil as she recognized the place and people in the video.
"We didn't find anything."
In front of her, on Mark's phone, a video of the kiss they had just exchanged played with a zoom clearly enough to identify both of them.
Y/N swallowed hard, not knowing what to do for the first time ever.
They kissed with so much passion that even though she didn't feel guilty, she felt embarrassed that it was recorded.
She looked at Mark, who even confused, had understood everything.
"Stop the car and go up to the building. Now." She ordered before turning off the communicator.
Y/N ran a hand over her face while Mark scratched the back of his head, staring at his phone screen again.
"She is here." He spoke quietly, with his eyes lost on a specific point on the phone. "She is here!"
Y/N took a deep breath and approached Mark.
"Hey." She rested her hands on his shoulders. "Mark, look at me."
He obeyed, scared.
"How did she do it?!"
"Don’t do that. That's what she wants, to make you scared!" she reminded him, making him nod.
"She sent the video with a message." He handed the phone to Y/N, who quickly took it, breaking the contact established with Mark.
She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes angrily after reading 'If you don't come and find me, your girlfriend will become famous'.
"I'm tired, Y/N!"
She opened her eyes, looking at Mark, he shook his head nonstop, completely disbelieved.
"I can't take all this mess anymore."
"You can, Mark, you're strong!"
He wet his own lips with his tongue and pressed them together in a thin line.
"You are right." He looked at her, making her raise her eyebrow in silent question. "I need to testify. I'm going to testify."
[...]
Y/N was hurriedly walking down the corridor of the police station, it was early in the morning and even though her body was tired from not having gone to sleep yet, the anger and hatred that coursed hotly through her veins left her more awake than ever.
She entered her boss's office without knocking and when she saw him standing next to the table, she found that he was already waiting for her.
He took a deep breath, his hands in his pants pockets.
"What about Mark?" he asked, worried.
"I left the patrollers there." she replied after closing the door with a thud, heading towards the chair in front of the table.
Y/N threw herself into the chair, being watched by her boss.
"Great, so we can talk." She nodded, the boss then handed his phone and she looked at it with a frown. "About this."
Y/N turned her attention to the phone and felt her blood suddenly run cold as she reviewed the video of the kiss between her and Mark.
A lump formed in her throat and she had nothing to say for a few seconds.
"How… who sent you that?" she raised the phone, after closing the video, irritated.
"She sent it to another deputy from another police station." he explained, returning to his chair and sitting down, to face Y/N. "Lucky for you two, he is a good friend of mine and realized it was a case of blackmail. This hasn't been leaked to the press yet."
She swallowed hard. She had nothing to explain to her boss because the video was enough.
"Y/N, I warned you about your emotions in this case."
"Boss, I didn't plan any of this-"
"I know that." He raised his hand to stop her. "But it doesn't make any difference anyway, because that kind of involvement is too dangerous."
She narrowed her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Getting emotionally involved with a victim in cases like this rarely ends well." he leaned back in the chair. "Know that I'm not removing you from the investigations just because everything is ready."
She swallowed the answer she wanted to give. It wouldn't be fair to her.
"It would be very difficult to explain why to the supervisor and both you and Mark need to protect yourself from this type of gossip."
She nodded.
"The girl said that if Mark didn't find her, this video would be exposed, but apparently she can't keep her word." She huffed, irritated.
"I thought you better than anyone understood that these kinds of people can't be trusted."
"I'm always surprised." she replied in disbelief.
"I'm going to talk to Mark's lawyer by the end of the day." she frowned, that information was new to her. "We need to get him out of the country as soon as possible, we can't delay it any longer."
Y/N felt her shoulders sag. They were fighting against this possibility at all costs but apparently there was no other way out.
"With the warrant issued, she won't be able to leave the country and so we caught her."
"Let me tell him." she begged, being closely watched by her boss. "Please."
"You overstepped, didn't you?" he crossed his arms after a while of silence.
Y/N swallowed hard and looked at the boss in complete surprise.
"What?"
"You fell in love with the boy."
Y/N felt her entire body shiver and her jaw dropped slightly as words failed her, she wanted to deny it with all her strength but her body didn't obey.
Didn't obey because she agreed with the boss.
Didn't obey because it was true.
At first it was pure need to protect him, she identified with his case in a very personal way. But after the first kiss, she felt her heart leap out of her mouth every time she thought about him, which ended up being very constant because her entire attention was focused solely on Mark, either because she was working on the case or because she was thinking about what had happened between them.
She rubbed her cold hands, still trying to find an answer, which wasn't coming.
"Boss-"
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me.” his voice sounded much calmer than she imagined. “You can’t imagine how common this is.” she smiled, embarrassed. “But you know what happens now, don’t you?”
She frowned, confused.
“You became the main target.”
“I’m not afraid of her.”
Y/N felt the blood bubbling hotly through her veins every time she thought about that stalker, it was the fuel she needed to do what was right. She wanted justice, that's all.
And she would, one way or another.
[...]
Y/N drove down the streets that would lead to Mark's house, her only purpose in talking to her boss was to ensure Mark's safety. First they would take him out of the apartment and take him to a safe place before boarding him on a flight back to Canada, it would be for a short time but enough to arrest the stalker and begin the trial.
He would come back, that was obvious, but that didn't mean that Y/N's didn’t heart sank and anguished when she remembered that she wouldn't see him for a few weeks.
She wanted to make sure he was okay.
“Attention vehicles, report of suspected robbery at a grocery store.”
Y/N turned up the volume on the radio to hear better and frowned when the location was mentioned, a street next to the one where Mark lived. When the center repeated it, Y/N's mind worked quickly and was soon fitting all the pieces of the puzzle together.
That was why she accelerated the car even more, turning on the siren so she could pass between the cars more quickly. She felt her heart racing faster than the car she was driving and she shook her head, wishing that what she was thinking wasn't happening.
However, all her fears became clearer when she didn't see the patrol car on the street outside Mark's house. Y/N got out of the car before she could even turn it off, pulling the gun from her waistband as soon as she set foot on the street.
Her hands were shaking and she had to hold the gun tighter than necessary, she didn't enter the building through the front door, she went through the back and was very attentive to every inch, she went up through the service elevator. She would have taken the stairs if she hadn't known that it had been on purpose, she knew where to go and wouldn't need to analyze the floors of the building as protocol said.
The climb to Mark's floor felt like slow torture and when the metal doors opened, she took a deep breath before leaving. She swallowed hard when she saw the apartment door slightly opened and there was no longer any doubt for her, she felt her heart beating in her ears and her jaw clenched as she approached the door without making a sound.
She raised the gun forward with one hand and with the other she opened the door suddenly, she didn't see anyone in the entrance hall so without thinking twice, she entered the house.
She didn't hear any noise and that made her alert, but when she went to the living room she felt her shoulders give in slightly, the strength seemed to be lacking in her legs but at the same time her instinct reacted by raising the gun towards the stalker who had a knife pointed at Mark's neck.
Y/N swallowed the growl that almost escaped her mouth and aimed for the girl's head, she was ready for that with her finger on the trigger, the stalker didn't even make the effort to hide behind Mark.
She just didn't shoot because Mark's terrified face and tears weighed heavily on her heart. The rational part of her brain knew that if she fired there and now, with the blade's proximity to Mark's skin, she would risk his life.
And that was everything she wouldn't do.
“It took you long enough.”
Y/N took a deep breath, controlling the urge to tell her to fuck off.
That crazy woman was still cynical.
"What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, gripping the gun tighter.
“I already have what I want.” She smiled widely, bringing her face closer to Mark's to plant a kiss on his cheek, who tried to pull away with a disgusted grimace. “It’s right here, isn’t it my love?”
“And why all this theater to get me here?” Y/N questioned, glaring at her. “You were the one who made the anonymous report of the theft.” it wasn't a question.
Because the stalker's insolent smile said exactly the answer she already knew.
"Of course." she replied with a tone of obviousness. “How did you expect those two idiots guarding the door to let me in without me being seen?”
“They weren’t going!”
"Exactly." she shrugged. “That’s why I needed to get them out of my way. You should thank me, police officer, I spared their lives.”
Y/N laughed in disbelief.
“You won’t kill a fly.”
The stalker smiled devilishly and pressed the knife further into Mark's neck, making him raise his head to try to get away from the blade, Y/N held her breath.
“Don’t provoke me, officer, you don’t know me.” she threatened.
"Okay!" Y/N agreed. “Get away from Mark and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I walk away and you shoot me. You're smart." she grabbed Mark by the shoulder with her other hand.
Y/N was becoming distressed by the exaggerated proximity so she raised her hands, removing her aim from her head.
"Is it better this way?" she asked angrily, raising her eyebrow.
“I don’t know how Mark got interested in a coward like you.” she teased and Y/N locked her jaw. Okay, she wasn't going to fall for that conversation, it was purposeful and she knew it. “But you know it can be funny.” the stalker slightly raised the hand that was holding the knife and Y/N paid attention to the movement. “Almost like a joke.”
Now it had become too personal.
"You're right." she smiled ironically at her, who looked at her in surprise. “I’m really smart.”
Before a blink of an eye, Y/N aimed the gun at the stalker and fired. The shot echoed through the apartment and Mark flinched to the side in fright, Y/N kept her stance firm and the gun still extended as she saw the stalker fidget on the floor, reaching for her injured shoulder.
Y/N approached in long strides, placing herself in front of Mark protectively, the girl struggled to try and hold the knife that had fallen a little away.
Y/N shook her head and kicked the knife away, far enough away that the stalker couldn't reach it.
"You are under arrest!" she announced before turning to face Mark.
Y/N felt her heart sink when she saw Mark devastated, he seemed like he couldn't breathe and that made her place a hand on his shoulder.
“Mark.” she called softly, seeing him run his eyes around the room, scared. “Hey, it’s over.”
He nodded before looking into her eyes, the exchange of glances was quick but for them it lasted an eternity, until Y/N shifted her attention to Mark's neck.
It was marked and red, but no injuries. It was enough to breathe a sigh of relief, she felt her whole body tingle with the adrenaline that was beginning to subside.
She put the gun in her waistband and took her phone from her pants pocket, calling for backup.
After the call, she lifted the stalker and handcuffed her, leaving her sitting on the floor near the sofa. Then, being very careful not to scare Mark, she led him out of the apartment. Only then would they have privacy to talk.
"Are you okay?" she asked, calmly analyzing his face.
He swallowed, drying his sweaty hands on his pants.
“I guess… I guess so.” he took a deep breath.
“I know, after all the adrenaline wears off your body feels sore.” Y/N's fingers itched to touch Mark's face and this time she didn't hold back.
She made him look her in the eyes. He had a mix of emotions there and it was enough to hug him.
Y/N buried her face in the back of Mark's head and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, shaking so much that she had to pat his back to try to calm him down.
She wanted to envelop him with the certainty that everything was okay in the same way that the heat of his body enveloped her.
"You saved my life." he said, his voice being muffled by the hug. “I will never be able to thank you enough.”
Y/N smiled lightly and moved away, seeing Mark's grateful smile up close.
"You don't need to. Just live your life like you have been doing and that’s enough for me.” Y/N's eyes dropped to his lips.
She fought the urge to kiss him one last time and so she bit her lower lip.
“So it’s like this?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at Mark's question, not understanding. “Is this how we’re going to say goodbye?”
Y/N opened her mouth to respond but no sound came out as she didn't know what to say, she shrugged sheepishly.
“If you want to-” she started but was interrupted by Mark, who got close enough so that their noses were touching slightly.
Y/N got lost in his eyes, which begged her to stay.
"Don’ go away." he asked and she smiled slightly. “It's going to be hard being away from you, officer. I survived the game thanks to you.”
170 notes
·
View notes