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A simple tune plays through out the store. You hum a different tune to yourself, as you have your own music playing in your earbuds. The clanging of hangers ring in your free ear, trying to find the perfect shirt for your anniversary coming up soon. "Do you need help with anything?" The attentive employee asks, but you shake your head no. "Okay, let me know if you need anything." You nod, and continue looking. Although by this point, you realized this store isn't your style whatsoever. It's sad, cause you really wanted something new and exciting. Maybe you could stick to some new lingerie instead. Sighing, you decide to look at a different section before cutting your losses. "Hi, welcome in!"
"Thank you," A familiar voice says. It's low, and gravely. It strikes a chord within your stomach.
Glancing to the door, you see him. His voice had brought back everything from deep within your memory. It had been almost six years since you last thought of him, let alone seen his face. You try turning back around before you accidentally make eye contact, but it was too late. His brown eyes find yours, and you can tell his heart had skipped a beat. You look down at the t-shirts, trying to look smaller, wanting to hide. "Y/N?" He has made his way to you, zipping past the isles and sea of clothes.
'Shit', you think to yourself, knowing there was no way to hide. Maybe you could run, but that would make things worse. So, you look back up as he stands right next to you.
Faking a surprised gasp, you look the man in the face. You thought for a moment maybe your mind was playing a trick on you, but there he was, your ex boyfriend Mark Fischbach. Quickly, you look over his drastically changed face. He's got new glasses now, they're clear and round, which suits his face. He's grown his facial hair out, his face covered in a scruff. His hair has grown longer, styled like a mullet. And he's definitely gained more muscle. "Y/N L/N? What the hell?" He smiles wide, and you do too. You pause your music, and meekly say hi, still stunned by his presence. Instantly, he snags you in to a big bear hug. Awkwardly, you hug him back.
"Mark, wow, it's been so long." Your surprised he's being so friendly, with how your relationship was. The two of you had dated for about a year or so, and it ended in a pretty big argument. But since it was so long ago, you had no idea what it was about anymore. He pulls away, still holding your shoulders.
"What are you doing here? I thought you would've moved back home!" When he says that, you remember how you mentioned moving back across the country after your break up.
"Well, life happened." You say, with a small smile. It was more complicated than that, but it was too much to unpack right now.
"Hey, are you busy right now? I'd love to catch up, do you want some coffee?" You're feeling flustered with his forwardness, and still surprised to have seen him so randomly. But, you can't say no.
"Um...yeah, sure!" The two of you begin to walk to the front doors. He holds the door open for you as the two of you leave. Then you both begin a short walk to the nearby coffee shop. It's quiet between you two, so you decide to start a small conversation. "So, what have you been up too?" You pause, vaguely remembering what he did as a job. "Are you still making YouTube videos?"
"Oh yeah," He says, "It is my whole career, but I've started doing other stuff. I even have a clothing brand with my old friend, you remember Sean, right?" The name kind of rings a bell, you do remember a guy with green hair. Speaking of hair, you see marks hair is its natural color again. The black shines against the sunlight.
"I'm glad you changed your hair back to its normal color." He runs a hand through his hair, pretending to strike a pose.
"Nice, isn't it?" You roll your eyes, but you kind of missed his cockiness. "I remember you wanted me to change it back when I dyed it red."
"You dyed it so much I was worried it was gonna fall out!" He laughs, and it sends you back to when you made him laugh that way all the time. Finally, you make it to the café, and take a seat at one of the small tables outside. A nice young lady comes out, asking what you would like. You ask for a cappuccino while Mark gets a normal black coffee. Once the lady goes back inside, he turns his attention back to you.
"So, what's new with you Y/N?" He makes eye contact with you, but you struggle to look in to his eyes, feeling nervous somehow.
"Um...not much." Which was a lie. A lot has been going on with you from the last time you ever saw Mark. But your mind is blanking. How in the world have you bumped in to each other? You haven't seen him in years, and now one day, you see him again. Suddenly, you're brought back to reality, trying to stay focused on whats going on without drifting off to a faraway land.
"Hey, are you okay?" His voice is calm, and somehow quiet, even though it's usually loud naturally.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I...just didn't expect to see you." He lets go of your hand, leaning back in the chair a bit. He chuckles, and looks off for a moment.
"I won't lie, I was passing by when I saw you in that shop. I didn't recognize you at first, but then I realized it was you." Then he looks back at you, his eyes piercing through you. You feel a tight pain in your chest, the weight of guilt weighing on your heart. How would your boyfriend feel if he knew you were here with Mark. Granted he might already know somethings up, since you share locations with each other on your phones. "But I just...had to see you again," He chuckles, "Coincidentally enough, I've been thinking about you a lot lately." His hand suddenly slides on to yours, and his hands are just as warm and soft as ever.
"Do you still...think about me?" He whispers, which brings you to reality. "Hm?" he asks again, but you don't know how to respond. You doubt you'd ever cheat on your boyfriend, but Mark has always had a theoretical collar around your neck. He knew how to draw you to him, and he loved to control you.
"Mark," you warn him, in a low whisper. You begin to graze your eyes around, looking at all the people around, enjoying their meals and coffee in peace. You know what he wants to pull, but you're refusing.
"What?" He asks, acting innocent, and releases his hand from yours. He then rests his elbows on the table, placing his chin in the palm of his hands. His fake naivetes is irritating you, so you try and ignore him, going on to your phone. That's when you spot a text from your boyfriend, asking why you're at the café. "You know what I think about often?" He says, and you look back up at him, his lips grinning. "How easy I could make you squirm." he emphasizes the word 'squirm', which makes you squirm. Mark chuckles softly. "Too easy,"
The lady stops by, dropping off our coffees. Mark says his thanks, taking a sip. I do the same, trying to keep my composure. "So what were you out doing today?" He asks nicely, and you removed the cup from your lips. Licking your lips, you open your mouth to speak but he interrupts, "I missed that tongue of yours," It takes you totally by surprise, but you continue. "I was...shopping for a new shirt. I have an anniversary coming up."
"Anniversary? Like, dating, anniversary?" The weight had finally been lifted off you.
"Yes, we've been together for about two years now." He leans back, surprised. Or at least that's what you think his expression reads. He was always a hard face to read to you.
"Wow," You nod, accomplished by it, but also as a way from him to stop flirting. Taking another sip, Mark whispers.
"Does he make you come like I did?" You almost choke on your drink, the heat of the cappuccino spreads in your throat, burning, and you cough loudly. Some people turn to look, but most just ignore you. "Or make your legs shake?" Your face is beginning to burn, and you feel your pits beginning to sweat.
"Mark," You warn him, "You shouldn't,"
"I know I shouldn't, but you know you like it." He wasn't wrong, you feel your core beginning to ache, remembering all the countless times you two were intimate.
"But Mark, we're in public."
"I'm not being loud, am I?" He whispers again, his voice like music to your ears. If you were single, this conversation would be leading to the bathroom, or your car, or back to your apartment. But you aren't and you have to tell him to stop. But it's so hard. "But you liked it when I was loud, when I was stern. Demanding."
"Mark," You state. You cross your legs tightly, trying to keep yourself as together as possible. "Stop."
"But what if I don't want to stop?" He smirks at you, looking deeply in to your eyes. He cups his hands together and makes them a fist, groaning softly in to it. "Y/N...do you know how hard I am right now?" You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. Your hand goes to your seat, grabbing it tightly in your hand. Then, he relaxes, and takes another sip of his coffee, acting like nothing is going on. His attitude is driving you crazy.
"If I could touch you right now, do you know what I'd do?" his voice is so quiet, but so loud in your ears, nearly ringing. "Do you...want me to tell you?" You shake your head no, trying to lift up your cup again, but your hand is shaking too much. The adrenaline of the conversation making you feel like you could actually explode.
"I...just want a normal conversation, Mark." You look in to his eyes, pleading, "Please." He pauses, his grin drooping. Sighing, he crosses his arms, leaning back once more.
"You're no fun." Your grip releases on the chair, and you let out a shaky breath. The small stain in your underwear is so wet against your mound. He had such an effect on you and he didn't lay a single finger on you. You stare down at your feet, scared to look in to his eyes. Afraid of what you'll do with him, knowing how enchanting his eyes are. You breath heavily, glad the conversation is finally turning to something more PG.
"So...how is your relationship with your boyfriend?" You look back up, feeling agitated by him not moving on from the conversation. "I'm being serious."
"We're...good." You now wipe the coffee off your lips with a napkin. "He's a really great guy. It has its ups and downs, but every relationship does. We did." He nods, finishing his drink. He scratches his neck, now somehow pretending to ignore you. His personality just knew how to tick you off. "Am I boring you?" He looks back at you, his eyes dark.
"I'm trying not to be dirty, cause you asked so nicely." He over enunciates his words, being dramatic. At times, Mark was childish towards you, which is how some of your fights started.
"You know I don't have to stay here. If you're going to be an ass I can just leave." You begin to stand, but he grins once more, and stands too. He leans toward you, his nose almost touching yours.
"Sit." You're hesitant, but slowly, you sit back down. He follows, acting proud of himself. Realizing you just obeyed him, you stand back up.
"You're an asshole." You state, beginning to walk away. Suddenly, his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you. You turn, looking down at him. His eyes sparkle in the daylight sun, and it hits a soft side of you.
"Wait," You do, and he still holds on to your wrist. "Can I see you again?" You open your mouth to object, but he continues. "I'm sorry, for being...me, but I promise I'll control it next time, okay?" You take your hand back, not wanting to give him another chance. He really overstepped, and you had a right to want to cut contact. But then, you look him in the eyes again, and you can't help but nod. Knowing he had won you over once again, like all the other times throughout the time he's known you.
"Text me," he says, standing up as well. Without saying another word, or even goodbye, he leave, going the opposite way you were heading. You decide to head back to the car. You never got the shirt or new lingerie you wanted, but with how this interaction went, you just want to go home and rethink your life choices. Hopefully you wouldn't be seeing Mark anytime soon.