#hi :( Im sorry you’re feeling homesick. this was sent in a few days ago I hope you’re getting well adjusted now 🤕

[127luvr]

hey 🩷 i just moved to a dorm since my uni is in another city and i’m a little bit down cause i miss my cats and dog (and my home in general) 😭😭😭😭

so can i request a mark fic where he’s your roommate, he notices you’re kinda sad and tries to cheer you up?? 🥺 it’d be pretty awkward cause mark and reader are two strangers but it works and makes them closer 😞

maybe i can romanticize my stay here lmao

Make your day ₊ ⊹☼

Mark Lee x Male Reader

There are still unpacked boxes that litter your half of the room. They’re halfway open—a sign that you had started to unpack only to give up after not finding your new bedsheets. You glare at the cardboard from the bare mattress that you lay on—curled up into the smallest shape you could accomplish while still being comfortable. There are too many emotions that sit heavy on your chest, the more prominent one being anger.

Angry at your family for leaving you to fend for yourself in this dorm room—angry at how you packed the boxes with no particular order—angry at your roommate who has yet to show their face.

It makes you uneasy. The bare wall on their half of the room. The bare mattress that mirrors yours, only a few feet away. It wasn’t that your side was any better—still just as bare with nothing but boxes to decorate your side of the flooring. It was that there was no one to inhabit it yet.

You don’t know how long it had been since you closed your eyes, but when you came to you could hear another voice in the room. It was quiet—cautious almost—as they paced back and forth from the door and halfway into the room. You kept your eyes closed, making sure to keep your breathing even as the discomfort of your position finally settled in.

“I have to go, Johnny, I don’t want to be loud and wake my roommate up. It’d be such an asshole move.” He’s trying his hardest to whisper, to bring the phone close enough to his mouth where he barely speaks audibly but he fails. His voice still carries its way to your ears as you stir. “Dude you should’ve seen how he was sleeping—all scrunched up like a baby. I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or not.” You scrunch your face up in embarrassment, finally feeling the blanket that was covering your body. It’s hesitant—almost as if it was floating above you rather than keeping you warm. “I’m not taking a picture that’s creepy. Byeeee I’ll text you.”

It’s not your blanket.

You can tell that much by the way it smells. Unfamiliar—but comforting.

You finally open your eyes, blinking several times to get well accustomed to the overhead lighting. You can see him from where you lay your head. He’s standing with his hand on top of the dorm’s desk, balancing himself while he scrolls endlessly on his phone. He’s unaware of your (e/c) eyes watching him—maybe it’s better that way. It lets you take him in on your own time. Study how he moves without it being weird. New people always made you nervous but your first impression of him was hard to describe. He sounded nice—an interesting tone to his voice as he elongated his words with whoever he was on the phone with.

He moves his gaze from his phone to you. The sudden eye contact startles you. His eyes are wide—curious—as they move back and forth from you to his screen. He decides to put his phone away, giving you his full attention. This makes you sit up, fully alert as you let the blanket cover your legs.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to be woken up—or if you had any blankets in your boxes but I didn’t want to rummage through your stuff so I just gave you one of mine. I hope you don’t mind, I don’t want you to think I’m weird—haha—but I didn’t want to leave you cold or anything. Sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck, pulling at the cross necklace that sits high on his collarbones. “I’m Mark.”

Mark.

“I’m (Y/n). And I really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to fall asleep—but here’s to my first nap in this dorm room I guess.” You hear Mark chuckle, a smile making its way to your lips when you hear it. It’s an unusual start, not your typical meeting with someone you’ll be living with for the next chapter of your life but it makes it worthwhile.

“I can help you unpack if you want, get settled in. I love that kind of stuff.” He’s lying. Mark noticed how all of your boxes were open—rummaged through halfway before you decided to give up since everything reminded you of home. Some of the stuff still had a few pieces of your pets’ fur and although Mark didn’t pick up on some of it, he was still very perceptive. He knew just exactly what you were going through while you sat with your shoulders slumped, still gripping his blanket on your lap. “I also brought some snacks, if you want to share. They’re going to be in the bottom drawer next to the desk. My parents send me a few things in bulk every now and then. They take their Costco membership very serious.”

You stare at him in awe, unable to hide your admiration for this complete stranger. But you don’t care. Mark was one of those people that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. He provided a sense of comfort you didn’t know you could feel away from home.

“I’d like that a lot, Mark. You’re already a lot better than the friends I have.” You manage to get another laugh out of him, his nose scrunching up with the rest of his face as he’s unable to contain himself.

Cute.

[the-missing-chapter]

i moved to new zealand with my boyfriend bc my country is the shittiest in the world, and i thought id be ok but actually im having the hardest time adapting to everything, i mean, absolutely everything is different and i cry almost everyday. i didnt think id miss my family this much, but i dream about them every night. i really feel like shit. i miss my shit country and my shit city and all the shit people living in it. dont know how to cope. i feel empty

(cont.) also we are moving in with my bf's cousin and his girlfriend next month, and for some reason im not getting along very well with them. i met them like 10 days ago when we first arrived here. his cousin is ok i guess, but his gf annoys me a bit. and i dont really know why. im trying not to take it seriously and i tell myself that its bc im rejecting everything thats new, including her, but i dont know to what extent thats actually true. and we'll be living together, so i NEED to get along

i get very irritated all the time bc of the tiniest thing and dont have anyone to talk to. i know my bf misses his family and friends as well and i dont want to remind him of all that . everything is nice here, everything is clean and tidy and so full of plants and trees. if i didnt miss my home this much id enjoy it. idk what to do

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I’m sorry I didn’t answer this ages ago. My Tumblr doesn’t like to let me know when I have messages.

I don’t really know what to say, honestly, but it sounds like an awful situation and I’m sad to hear that this is happening. First off, from someone who also cries almost every day for various reasons, it’s okay to do that if you’re feeling upset and alone. It’s a healthy way to deal with those emotions. And hey, if you’re missing your family and it’s possible to do so, email or Skype with them every once in a while. It helps with homesickness.

Also, it’s okay to not get along with people. Trying to coexist is definitely necessary in any scenario, even if it’s hard. My trick for this -- I am easily annoyed by a lot of people for whatever reason -- is to actively try and think of positive things about that person. It can be tricky sometimes but it helps to humanize them a bit more and to look past whatever it is about them that bothers you.

Finally, if you’re still having trouble adapting, maybe find something to fill your time that you used to enjoy before you moved. If you’re the crafty type, spend more time making things like you used to. Or drawing, or making music, or going for walks, or playing games -- whatever brings you joy. Having a few good minutes of every day doing something that you love can go a long way to bringing you out of a funk.

I hope this helps, and that you’re doing better than you were when you sent these messages, ‘cause that was probably ages ago. You’re in my thoughts!