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OK FIC REQUEST!!!!!!!!
NUMBER 33 (from the prompt list)
WITH MY NUMBER ONE HOE MARK LEE
I WANT ANGST PLEASE :DDDD SUNNY I LOVE YOU 💖💖💖💖😙
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭- 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞
genre: angst! really bad angst but angst nevertheless pairing: markxfem!reader ; au: cop!reader, pathologist!mark ; warnings: cheating (reader cheats on mark), blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of drugs, swearing, mentions of sex, the reader is a terrible liar, a dead body ; word count: 614
prompt 33: “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”
sunny’s notes: i’m sorry its so short!! ignore the shitty header please :D I hope the fic okay tho!! constructive criticism is welcome :) i feel really bad cause i really like this requests and i fucked it up BIG TIME, sorry ie >~< also why tf is the title font so small
“Thirty six year-old male, height is five-ten and diabetic,” You tossed the clipboard onto the counter, “Stabbed four times around the lower back.”
Mark simply nodded, taking the clipboard away from you, “I’ll run the tests and get back to you.”
You looked at him with sad eyes. Mark was always breathtaking to you, even when he’s wearing scrubs and bloody gloves, eye bags and everything. But today, you couldn’t stand to see him like that. You chose to say nothing, watching him lift the cover off the dead man’s body. The police on site were considerate enough to close the victim’s eyes.
“The fingerprints on the knife indicate a left hand, so it was most likely a murder from the victim’s left-”
“Y/N,” Mark huffed, dropping the tonsils he picked up into the tray, “I’m not a cop. I don’t care.”
You sighed, “I’m just trying to talk to you, Mark.”
“Okay,” He didn’t look up from you, only keeping his eyes on the body, “You couldn’t talk to me when you actually needed to? It doesn’t matter if I sound petty, Y/N, but couldn’t you have just broken up with me?”
“Don’t bring it up.” You clenched your fists before walking across the bed and to his side.
“Why? Why can’t I?”
“Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”
“It took you six months to stop lying to me.”
You were still lying to him.
You were Mark’s everything but he wasn’t yours, clearly; you decided to chase after someone else. You knew it was stupid in the first place, to get into a relationship with a coworker but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help yourself twice.
You didn’t realise that Mark had already begun running tests on the victim’s blood till he got back to you with a sheet of paper. “His blood contains cocaine, and lots of it. I’m surprised he didn’t die earlier.”
You could hear the fax running in the back, but couldn’t take your eyes off Mark. “Don’t be irrational, we can still sort it out, Mark. Nothing is going on between him and I.”
“You’re the irrational one here, Y/N. Don’t mix your emotions into our work. You’ve done enough.”
You rushed forward to grab his shoulder, “I love you, we can still-”
“No you don’t,” He jerked your hand off him.
Mark was different. You hadn’t seen him like this, ever, even when he caught you red-handed. Your sweet fairy-eyed Mark was gone, almost as if he never existed.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have fucked someone else. I actually loved you. I still do, like an idiot.”
“Mark-”
“Don’t touch me. I don’t want you here.”
He slipped off his gloves after covering the body, tossing them into the bin behind him. His footsteps were heavy as he walked out of his laboratory, only halting when a figure blocked his way. Jaehyun stood before him—the last man he wanted to see was right in front of him, looking at you.
“I was looking everywhere for you, baby,” Jaehyun walked past Mark to you, leaning down to give you a kiss on your cheek.
It baffled him, how Jaehyun couldn’t be bothered with his presence in the same room. Had you even told him? Does Jaehyun even know who Mark is? Questions about your honesty flooded through Mark’s head second after second the moment he stepped foot out the room.
Mark could do nothing but keep walking, out the lab and down the stairs before entered the washroom, stripping himself of his scrubs.
He didn’t know if he felt rage or disappointment. Was he angry at you, or disappointed in himself? Disappointed for thinking that maybe things would fix themselves between you and him.
The recent events played in his head like a broken reel, the same words you said repeating as Jaehyun kissed you: “Because I’m sorry, Mark. Everytime I think about what I did wrong I feel guilty.”
He scoffed at his reflection in the mirror.
Just how many lies have you told him?
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