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gyeommine · 8 years ago
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“Ideal Type” (Mark x Reader)
“Hey, I'm new to your page but I REALLY love your imagines and I was wondering if you could write one that is the same as Yugyeom's 'Celebrity Crush' except with Mark? I would love it if you could. THANK YOU!!"
Name: “Ideal Type”
Character: Mark Tuan (GOT7)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,190
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“Who's your ideal type?” the interviewer asked. Mark paused for a moment. However, it only took little searching in his mind to find the answer. “(Y/N)” he answered clearly. The audience and interviewer reacted accordingly. Mark suddenly became embarrassed. He giggled a little, flashing his big smile to the audience. A picture of you at a red carpet flashed on the screen, cartoon love hearts floating around alongside it. He wanted the whole world to swallow him whole, but he wasn't wrong. If he had to pick a celebrity crush it would be you. You were an actor: an actor who had made their fame through Western films that had began to spark Korean media outlets interest. You had done premiers, interviews and endorsed makeup brands over there. You were nothing short of a big name, despite not aligning with usual Korean standards of beauty. “Ahh yes (Y/N),” the interviewer responded. “She's very pretty, I love her movies too!” All Mark could do was nod shyly in agreement.
Whilst promoting your new movie, you were doing your usual rounds in South Korea. Your schedule was lined with interviews, mini segments on variety shows and you were excited. You loved being in Seoul. However, this time, you had a different type of show lined up. You were going to do a show with an English speaking idol. You had never really got into kpop, enjoying it from afar as to not let the medium consume you and distract you from your work. You had heard sprinklings. You also felt it to be in your best interests to research the idol you were starring with. The name “Mark Tuan” had passed into to you in contracts and in any mentioning of the program. So, whilst alone in a hotel room with nothing better to do, you pulled out your phone. It felt a little strange, but you never knew what kind of situation could occur. If they were to ask you what you thought of their music and you had no idea, what were you to say? The white background of Google lit up your features and you saw his name. You met eyes with a young looking, 20 something year old. He had a bright smile that allowed his almond eyes catch any twinkling light. He dressed well, as expected of all kpop stars. He seemed adorable, almost like a mouse. That's why you were all the more shocked to see he was a rapper. Listening to GOT7, you found the tone of his voice surprising. It could be both soothing, but gruff. You were taken aback. Nonetheless, you were all the more curious to meet him.
Mark, however, had his heart in his throat. He couldn't imagine ever being this nervous to meet someone, but there he was. He was even more quiet than usual, not to mention none of the other members were with him today. He remained focused on the quickly passing roads beside him – his headphones fixed in his ears as if they were glued there. He loved your movies, but he also wondered how in heavens could he speak to a girl he found so attractive it was unbelievable. That's where he felt himself, underneath it all, wanting for you not be as beautiful as he had seen. That way, perhaps, he wouldn't be so nervous even though he knew it was an awful thing to think. Deep down, he knew you'd be everything you appeared. When they pulled up at the building of the shooting, the crowds of flashing cameras and fans weren't his focus for once. He was just having his own internal conflict. Does she know who I am? Does she know I said SHE was my ideal type? He had to shake that off quickly, since the distance between him and the dressing room was quickly decreasing. The flurry of winding corridors flew past until he met the shared dressing room door.
The door creaked open. You were turned your head slowly, as to not disturb the attentive make up team. You smiled. “Mark, hi!” you beamed. He was shorter than you imagined; the massive hoodie he was wearing practically consumed him. Without makeup, his skin was still as fair as you saw in pictures. He blinked for a few moments, surprised you knew his name. You stood for a moment, waving your hand to pause the artists for a moment. “Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard by calling you that!” you chuckled. “I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you!” you continued. He smiled – that particular smile shone through. “You too,” he managed to reply. His voice talking voice was just as deep as what you had heard in their songs. His heart was beating so fast he could barely register that his heart was beating at all. “I am a big fan of your work,” he stuttered out suddenly. You caught his gaze and smiled once more, bowing your head slightly out of politeness. “Thanks! I listened to your guys' stuff, it's pretty good!” you responded. He had to fight every nerve in his body that was making him blush. She knows our songs he was repeating over and over again in his head.
After that meeting, you both talked in the dressing room. You both discussed your individual careers, each having interesting stories of travelling all over the world. It was a little sad to actually have to shoot for this variety show. It was filled with jokes and references to one little comment Mark had said about you. You raised your brow at him. “Oh, you didn't know the host?” announced. You watched as Mark tried to hide his face. “What?” you asked curiously. You could only imagine the weird romantic songs they would play over the top as he turned to answer you. “Ah, it's nothing,” he mumbled awkwardly. The host shook his head, almost out of disappointment. “He said you were his ideal type,” the host uttered bluntly. You chuckled. It was such an endearing comment. You were also laughing at Mark cringing in on himself. “It's fine Mark,” you giggled. Shooting finally ended, and you caught up with Mark after. “Hey honestly, what you said didn't bother me!” you admitted. He stopped walking. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. For this whole day, he couldn't stop staring at you. You were just as charming and funny as he had heard, not to mention how good looking you were. “That's good then, I don't want to seem like a creep,” he joked. “I actually thought it was quite cute,” you trailed off. His bright eyes widened. Nervously, he began to fiddle with his hands. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
You both looked like two high school students, clumsily confessing in the hallway. Mark thought for a moment, trying to find the right wording. “Hey, um. Is your schedule quite packed?” he asked. “Well, I can always find the time to hang out with you,” you quickly responded. You shot him a wink and gave him his number. “Deal?” you asked. “Deal.”
omg i am sorry if this is SO exceedingly average but content <3 sorry my life is a lil’ hectic atm bc the end of term is coming up and i have a performance next week as well as rehearsals for the upcoming musical. i am also doing stuff guys, y’all know this <3
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