Twelve Little Brothers

Markseo

Minseo's POV

"Minseo, Mark wants to talk to you! And he has something he really wants to-" I stepped out of my room and put my hand over Doyoung's mouth so he would stop screaming.

"I get it, Doyoung." I let my hand drop from his mouth, and he pointed towards the room he shares with Mark.

"He could've just yelled for me himself instead of sending you." I muttered, and Doyoung smirked.

"Ah, but I did my job." I pushed his shoulder playfully, and he shoved me towards Mark's room. I hesitated slightly before opening the door. Mark was sitting on his lower bunk bed, staring off into space. I had to tap him on his shoulder before he finally noticed that I had entered the room.

He turned to look at me, and butterflies lit up my stomach due to our close proximity. Something that had been happening for a while, but I have been trying to ignore it.

"Doyoung said you wanted to talk to me?" Mark nodded and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the front door.

"Where are we going?" He seemed to ignore my question, and I barely had time to put on my shoes and coat before he dragged me out of the dorm.

"You know, for someone who wants to talk to me you sure aren't saying much." Mark laughed a bit, but didn't say anything until we had made our way to a park. He sat us down on a bench away from everyone else, and I was once again flustered at how close he was to me. And the fact that he still hadn't let go of my hand wasn't helping me.

"Sorry about that. I knew Doyoung would grab Umji, and the two of them would eavesdrop on us." Mark fixed my messed up hair from the wind. But for some reason, it didn't seem as playful as usual.

"What's so important that-" My own laughter cut me off when Mark started fumbling with his phone because it started ringing. I swayed to the tune since it's more melodic than the normal ringtone, and Mark stood up from the bench. He bowed to me and held out his hand in a regal manner.

"May I have this dance?" I stifled my laughter and stood up before curtsying and taking his hand.

"Yes you may." He took my hand and we spun around a bit to the tune of his phone. His phone eventually stopped ringing, and we just stood there. I expected us to sit back down on the bench, but Mark just stood there with my hands in his.

But it's not like I wanted to let go. I really wanted to stand there forever, just the two of us in this comfortable silence.

My experience with love is limited. I don't really remember if there was a time in which my biological parents loved each other. It's easy for me to remember the look in which my Appa and Mom shared with each other, but PDA wasn't their thing. Just children.

So, my experiences only really apply to a motherly love, and sibling love. But I knew that what I felt for Mark, that was something different.

"I've known you for a long time, Minseo. But I don't think I can go much longer without saying this. And you can hate me all you want." He hesitated, and I instantly knew what he was going to say.

"I love you Choi Minseo." I smiled back at Mark and I could feel his hands shake slightly due to his nerves.

"I hope you realize my brothers won't like you very much." He laughed, but then realized I was serious.

"Even Chan?" He tilted his head, and I could see that he was getting scared.

"Especially Chan. I doubt he'll ever let go of me again." Mark looked down at the ground and I pulled him into a hug before whispering into his ear.

"I'll protect you if you're willing to take the chance."