#mark tuan head cannons

[tuanstars]

hii could i please get headcanons for mark and his partner that has an anxiety disorder? like how he reacts in certain situations. some details: his partner has gray hairs bc they're anxious all the time, (if these last two aren't triggering) they have panic attacks, and skin pick as a nervous habit. idk if this is relevant but his partner uses they/them and is transmasc nb please! hope this is okay and thank you, -mygay anon 💕

Mark With A Partner With An Anxiety Disorder

— okie!! gonna start all my headcannons off the same, so,

— mark loves you with his entire, heart, chest, and being and literally n o t h i n g can change that.

— he thought your gray hairs were cool!! he likes them because it makes you different from everyone else.

— if he notices your skin-picking habit, he’d hold your hand to get you to stop

— he wouldn’t even say anything, he’d just grab your hand when he notices and squeez it a bit.

— if you’re in public or in front of the members, he’d do the same, so that the members would think it was just another sign or random affection

— mark hates it when you have panic attacks, though.

— if you have one in public, he’ll take you away from the space that caused it and sit you down somewhere random

— if you were crying, he’s gonna kiss your entire face until you stop

— and to try and take your mind off it, he’d try and make you laugh

— “hey, baby, i’m here! i’m not leaving.” “remember when we pranked jackson with that cereal box? hm?” “oh, wait, remember when the stylists had we wear that god awful outfit, and you laughed so hard?”

— “okay, um, here, count the stripes on my shirt! i know you said you liked when i wore stripes.”

— “tell me what’s your favorite color and why, then tell me what’s your favorite song and why.”

— when he’d successfully got you to calm down, he’d pull you into a giant hug and whisper how much he loved you over and over again.

— if it’s your first ever panic attack in front of him, he’d lowkey panic.

— “baby? baby?! what’s wrong??”

— he’d sit with you, and do his best to help you through it.

— “oh, um.... remember the day we met and i spilled my drink all over you? remember how mad you got at me?” he smiled.

— “oh! when i told you i loved you for the first time!! you were so happy and you smiled at me for a week straight!!”

— once you successfully got through your panic attack, you’d be apologizing a lot, and he’d just look at you in awe and say

— “no, i refuse to let you apologize!! you are now the strongest person i know!!” and wipe the tears off your face.

— all in all, mark would love you with his entire chest, being, and heart. he hates to see you in pain or in a situation where he couldn’t protect you, but he did his best to help you through your panic attacks because he loves you so much. he thinks your gray hairs are cool!! and uses your skin picking habit as an excuse to hold you hand even more than normal :)

[mikovalentines]

File: GOT7001

Name: Mark Tuan [段宜恩]

Date of birth: September 4th, 1993

Nationality: Taiwanese American

Age: 24 years old

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 59kg

Current location: Seoul, South Korea

Abilities: enhanced physical strength and agility, super human vision, flight.

You can usually find Mark Tuan at their home. Either locked up in his room or in the kitchen looking for something to eat. If he’s not there however you most likely won’t be able to find him;

Mark likes to take long flights around the city, sometimes he sits on top of buildings for hours and looks down observing the passersby dozens of meters below him;

Sometimes he disappears for a couple of days leaving Jinyoung worried only to come back saying he took a quick trip to Tokyo and brought takeout;

His feet barely ever touch the floor;

He just doesn’t see why he should walk when he can just fly;

One time on a dare he grabbed Jackson and flew about 4 meters above the ground only to have Jackson scream and cling to him like a child;

Mark is not allowed to fly with anyone anymore;

Sneaks up on people a lot, not because he means to, he’s just very silent;

[haneybun123]

Cuddling with GOT7

masterlist

Mark / Mark Yi En Tuan

- big spoon and the BEST one at that.

- he’s toasty and warm and loves to play with your hair. he’s great at it too- he knows exactly how to massage your scalp to give you goosebumps. he’ll hold you however you want to be held BUT he’s a sucker for you on his chest. being able to see you in such a peaceful state gives him butterflies (´ω｀*). if you try and aim it so you’re listening to his heartbeat please be careful he might melt.

- his favourite thing is when you snuggle into his chest and let out a sigh in contentment. he’ll rest his hand on the small of your back and look down on you with the cheesiest little grin. He’s his happiest like this. tease him about it and he’s gonna blush too because this boy is fragile when it comes to you. he is so whipped for you and he is very bad at hiding it.

- he’s perfectly content to cuddle with you in silence or with small talk but if you wanna do something while cuddling he’s down. You wanna watch a movie? Netflix is on before you can blink. You want snacks? he had them prepared. you want to rant? go ahead babe pull out the receipts. he is here for you whenever, wherever, because he wouldn’t see himself as a worthy enough boyfriend if he wasn’t down to support you whenever.

- 100000/10 sweetest man I ever did meet.

JB / Im Jaebeom

- big spoon but he will little spoon if you ask nicely.

- his favourite is when you sit in his lap. he’ll happily plop his head on your shoulder and grin like a mad man. I don’t cannon him as the most physically expressive man, he prefers giving you gifts if anything, but if he’s missed you enough he’ll give you many cheek kisses (づ￣ ³￣)づ 

- he loves cuddling in the studio because- and he will unironically say this if you ask- you’re his muse and having you there makes it ten times easier to work especially with JYPs shit.  it’s one of the few times he will be openly expressive. he’ll play with your hands while he’s trine think what to do next and even ask your opinion if he’s hit a brick wall. when he’s listening to it, he’ll tap the rhythm onto your thigh subconsciously and its just (◕▿◕✿) if you aren’t in the studio though, you’ll be on the couch and he’ll have his arms wrapped around your waist (and head behind you to hide his blush).

- quite frankly, he’s a busy man. spending time with you can be hard sometimes, as much as he wants to be with you 24/7. Any time he gets with you he will shyly take advantage of. tease him for it if you want, especially his shy little grin, but he will quite literally drag you onto the couch to chill with him. he loves wrapping up with you in blankets the most because he’s pretty cold normally and being comfy with you makes him happy if you hadn’t realised by now.

- these cuddles are the easiest way for him to express his love. Very cute. 10000000/10

Jackson / Wang Jia Er

- big and little spoon. 

- this man is so soft. literal opposite of Jaebum. he will hug you, cuddle you, hold you in any way. I honestly believe that he is the clingiest bastard with absolutely no shame. He’ll cuddle you in front of the members he does not care about the amount of teasing he’ll get from the maknaes. he loves you so much and he’s always been quite confident so he doesn’t really care.

- does not mind any position. he loves all of them but in the comfort of your home, when you lie down to sleep, he’ll spoon you. he thinks it’s the most comforting position because he gets to smell your hair (not in a weird way, in a way that he loves how you smell), rest his hand on your stomach, and quietly whisper to you as you fall asleep. he finds it so relaxing and loves to act as a caregiver for you. he isn’t just your boyfriend, he’s there to protect you and make you feel safe so there is no better compliment to him than you being able to fall asleep with him.

- however, sometimes he likes to little spoon. he works a lot, he manages a whole label like holy shit, so sometimes he just needs some comfort. his favourite is to lie on your lap. he gets to be close to you and he finds it so relaxing when you play with his hair. it makes him feel at peace and happy- like he doesn’t have to worry about anything but you two for an hour or so.

- cutest puppy boy over 90000 adorable.

Jinyoung / Park Jinyoung

- only ever big spoons

- quite a chilled out big spoon. he loves them a lot but you know he has to be sassy about everything. will sass you for being clingy when you hold him tighter, will sass you if you try and sit up/move away because you clearly don’t love him, will sass you for being super warm when you change positions. it’s really just his way of saying he loves your cuddles though you should sass him back (｀▽´)

- he likes holding you to his chest or against his back. he likes both equally the most because he can look down at your face all blissed out and happy. he likes knowing that you love cuddles as much as he does, even if he does hide it well. for this reason, he likes couch cuddles. the lighting is good enough to see your face but not too strong that it’s distracting. he’ll pile you both with blankets, settle down into some ~mood lighting~ , and put on some trash tv show in the background. 

- if he’s tired cuddles are commonplace. he will for once close his mouth and hold you tight against him. he’ll fall asleep with you in his arms easily. draw little shapes on his arms and maybe give him a few kisses and he’s gonna be so chilled out he’ll fall asleep for a good hour. having you in his arms just makes him so happy but of course he’d never admit that if he wasn’t tired. he will have a goofy smile on his face the whole time though.

- very sweet, very funny. 1000000/10

Youngjae / Choi Youngjae

- little spoon

- listen,,, he’s just so cute and tiny. I think he’d love it sm if you would just let him lie on your chest and fall asleep. play with his hair, give him forehead kisses, rub his back. he’ll be so comfy and relaxed, it’s his favourite thing to do to wind down after a long day of practice. nothing is better than coming home to you (◕▿◕✿)

- he loves cuddling on the couch because he loves watching movies with you. Romcoms, action, comedies, he really doesn’t care. anything light hearted because he just wants to relax with you. when he laughs he wriggles on your chest and when you laugh he bounces on your chest as it shakes. it’s very sweet. it’s like a bonding moment as you react at the same jokes. 

- he loves chatting with you while you cuddle. he’s a chatty guy in general so naturally cuddles will be talkative too. talking about your day, cute dog videos, the boys antics, JYPs bullshit, etc. the important stuff in your lives. cuddles are when you relax for the day so it's important for him that you spend it talking to each other too. he finds it important.

- sweetest boy 100000/10

Bambam / Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam

- big and little spoon

- I know a lot of people see Bambam as quite dominant but I don’t really see him that way. he’s quite emotional and, though I think we can all admit he's very attractive, I don’t think he would’ve had many partners before he joined GOT7. he’ll let you take the lead with cuddling at first before he tries to do it himself. so when he’s really tired and sick of how loud the dorm is, he’ll come to yours and lay himself on your chest. it’s like his comfort position.

- he just loves being close to you. His favourite part of cuddling is intimacy so his hands are gonna be everywhere basically lmao. he loves cuddling you anywhere you want to tbh. he’d even cuddle with you in a bath like,, he thinks cuddles are the coolest and he’s mad he missed out for so long. also btw, I see him as the type to like to snack in cuddles. he just thinks its fun and he likes feeding you. cuddles are about fun for him.

- is very chatty in cuddles. he likes to know everything about your day and he likes to tell you about all the boys (his and yugyeoms) antics from the day. I feel like I usually say that the chatter dies down but with him it never really does. a great part about your relationship is how its so easy to talk to each other.  you guys can talk about anything in these moments and he loves it.

- chatty sweet boy 10000/100

Yugyeom / Kim Yugyeom

(a/n: i'm sorry if you’re tall but i'm short so i struggle to think of how cuddling with Yugyeom would work when you’re tall)

- big spoon, not much argument.

- though I think he’s relatively new to the relationship scene, he knows that he loves how he feels a lot bigger than you. it makes him feel like he can protect you and he loves that feeling so much. he loves spooning because of this because he can basically wrap himself around you and he feels like (*´∇｀*)!! his second favourite is you on his chest. he likes how your legs don’t reach to your feet and how relaxed you feel on his chest.

- this is why he doesn’t like little spooning as much. the main reason he loves cuddling is because he feels a lot more relaxed being able to hold you close and protect you. when he’s little spooning he can’t do that. he can relax for a while because it’s nice for a change but after a while he will just pull you onto him or into his chest. 

- he loves cuddling with you on the couch for the most part because he loves watching YouTube with you (you know the smart tvs with the YouTube app?). i feel like he prefers YouTube over Netflix because he loves putting on the “vines that cured my depression” or “tiktoks that remind me of vine” compilations. he loves laughing with you the most. cuddles for him are about fun if anything.

- sweetest maknae 1000000/10

[flowerbeom]

hey cutie!! mark tuan for your head canon post 🥰

Contrary to common perception, Mark has playlists for every potential mood and situation. For example, he has: - someone just handed you the AUX - driving around downtown at 3am but not sad - getting boba - in my feelings and i know why - milo ate my favourite shirt... again

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[mara-twins]

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[yehet-me-up]

Claim Your Prize

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader (not gender specific 😊)

Word Count: 2,173

Rating: (F) for fluff

Summary: A kind stranger helps you win a giant stuffed animal for your niece, the only catch is he wants something in return.

Part 2 of the GOT7 colors series of oneshots! 🌈 Color: Red.

Throwing another rough plastic ball at the target, you mentally cross your fingers. It falls just short of the target and you sigh. Your seven year old niece groans dramatically next to you. She looks just like your sister when she’s pouting and you smile, patting her on the shoulder as you hide your laugh.

“Want to try again?” the employee at the booth asks, raising his eyebrows and holding out another ball. The amusement park is packed on this Saturday, but luckily there’s no one in line behind you yet, impatiently waiting for a turn. You look down at your niece and she’s beaming up at you. She clasps her hands together, shutting her eyes adorably, bouncing up and down.

“Please, please, please Y/N,” she begs.

You sigh and pull out another few dollars, handing them to the man behind the counter. He hands you three more balls and you pick up the first one. You roll your shoulders dramatically, breathing heavily, winding your arm up in an exaggerated version of a professional pitcher making your niece giggle next to you. 

Another shot, this one too long – just missing the top of the metal cutout of a clown you were trying to hit.

The game is rigged, obviously, but the grand prize is a gigantic red stuffed dog that made your niece squeal with excitement when she spotted it. And being the kind person that you are, you have so far spent… $12 trying to win it with your pathetic throwing ability.

You pick up the second ball, staring down the rows of clowns, trying your best to aim for one that seems within reach. This time you throw straight, no dramatics. The ball sails through the air for a moment, dead on course, but at the last second it falls just short.

You and your niece’s shoulders fall down dejectedly in unison. You run your hand along your neck with a groan, eyeing the man working the booth and narrowing your eyes. He gives you a wry grin and shrugs. Both of you know it’s an impossible game and he doesn’t seem inclined to help you out with any tips. With a sigh, you pick up the final ball.

“Want some help?” a polite male voice asks from behind you.

Turning, you see a good looking guy next to you, raising his eyebrow and holding out his hand. He’s wearing ripped jeans, Converse, and an oversized white sweatshirt, his dark brown hair swept away from his face.

“Sure, go for it,” you say and hand him the ball. “Maybe you’ll have better luck than I did.”

“What are the stakes here?” he asks with a grin that shows his perfect teeth, tossing the ball from hand to hand.

“We’re trying to win that big red dog up there,” you say and point to the one your niece wants.

“Hmm, that’s an excellent choice. What do I get if I win it for you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, watching you through his lashes.

Your jaw drops and you click your tongue sarcastically. “And here I thought you were just a Good Samaritan. I didn’t know you’d have an ulterior motive,” you say with a teasing smile.

You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow at him, challenging. “What do you want if you win?”

He sticks his tongue between his teeth and looks at you appraisingly. “How about a kiss?” he says playfully, leaning over to talk in your ear so your niece doesn’t hear.

You laugh and throw your hands up. “Sure. Why not? You win us that red dog and you can have a kiss,” you say, your face close to his. 

You take a step back and motion your hand for him to move up to the counter. You don’t really believe he can win it, but if he does you certainly wouldn’t mind giving him his reward.

He finally breaks eye contact and steps forward, his gaze becoming focused. He mimes rolling up his sleeves and adjusting an invisible baseball cap, drawing a cute laugh from your niece. His throw is dead on, but just soars over the top of the last row of clowns.

“Ooh, too bad,” you tease and he sighs, giving you a pointed look. He forks over another two dollars to the man at the booth.

A group of guys join you at the game, one of them throws an arm around the shoulder of your companion. “Dude, what are you doing? You know those games are a total tourist trap,” the newcomer jokes good-naturedly, pulling on his neck.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. But there’s some incredible prizes at stake here,” he says with a wink at you.

Another three throws later and he’s come within millimeters of hitting several of the clowns, but no luck. He rolls his neck and shakes out his hands, pulling out another two dollars to hand to the employee.

“Hey mister,” your niece asks, pulling at his sleeve. “What’s your name?”

He smiles down at her with a chuckle. “My name’s Mark, what’s yours?”

She tells him her name and then starts chanting, “Go Mark! Go Mark! Go Mark!” as he prepares to take another shot. It smacks against the heavy curtain at the back, right between two targets.

“Oooh, so close,” you tease, snapping your fingers.

He gives you a confident look, egged on by your taunting, and picks up the next ball. In a flash he’s thrown it. A loud clang sounds and you whip your head around to see a clown in the middle row knocked over. The lights around the game flash and your niece squeals next to you.

His friends pat him on the back and cheer dramatically for him. But his eyes are only for you as he turns back around with a smug look, dropping down to stare pointedly at your lips.

A droll male voice cuts through. “I guess this is yours then,” the booth worker says, holding out the large stuffed dog to Mark.

He takes the dog and hands it immediately to your niece. She chants “yesss!” and holds it above her head. It’s laughably too large for her to hold but she does her best anyways, spinning around with glee. You turn to thank Mark, but one of his friends, a tall boy with a shock of yellow hair, claps his hands on Mark’s shoulder.

“Can we please go on some rides now?” he whines, pouting his lips.

“God, you are such a child Yugyeom,” one of the others says, shaking his head.

Your niece stops her spinning and stares down the one who spoke. “Hey! I’m a child. Why’d you say it like it’s something bad?” she asks and you put a hand over your mouth to smother a laugh at her sass.

The other guys start cracking up. Mark looks over at his friend, crossing his arms dramatically. “Yeah JB, what’s so bad about being a kid?”

JB puts his hands in the air, looking chastised. “You’re absolutely right, there’s nothing wrong with being a kid,” he says and kneels down in front of her. “Let me make it up to you, would you two like to come on some rides with us?”

She looks at you, eyes bright with excitement. You laugh and shrug. “Sure, why not?”

She looks back at JB and nods fervently, thrusting her stuffed dog into Mark’s arms before grabbing JB’s hand and dragging him off in the direction of the rides. The rest of the boys whoop in excitement and follow along. You and Mark look at each other, your minds on the same thing, as his eyes dart down to your lips, taking a step closer.

“Come on!” your niece calls, giving you an impatient look, and Mark pauses.

He sighs in mock frustration, puts the toy under his arm and grabs your hand. You run after them laughing like little kids. The first ride your niece chooses is the tilt-o-whirl. You, Mark, JB, and your niece get into one pod as the rest of the guys cram into another. As the ride whips and spins around you are shoved against Mark time and time again, but he doesn’t look like he minds too much.

Next comes the carousel. The other parents and kids on the ride give strange looks to all these grown men messing around. Two of the boys are hanging off their horses upside down, another is trying to knock his friend off the horse with his feet. JB and Yugyeom are on horses on either side of your niece, cracking her up by making dramatic silly faces.

You and Mark are on side-by-side horses behind the group. As the ride keeps spinning you look at each other with sideways glances, leaning closer and closer. Finally, when you’re inches apart he reaches out a hand to steady himself against your horse. You part your lips in anticipation, tilting your head towards his. When his lips are about to touch yours you hear a collective groan from the group and you turn to look.

“Dude, get a room!” one of them taunts, making whooping noises.

“Ewww, were you two about to kiss?” your niece asks, scandalized. She sticks her tongue out in disgust, and you and Mark both laugh, shaking your heads ruefully. The ride comes to a stop and he throws an arm over your shoulders as you move onto the next destination – the bumper boats. The boys hop into boats, excited to get a chance to shoot each other with the water cannons.

Your niece hops in next to JB and starts talking rapidly about who she wants JB to shoot first, causing him to crack up. You and Mark sit this round out, standing with your backs along the railing, watching the group attack each other.

You take turns scooting closer to each other until your hips bump together. With a look back to the group he quickly comes to stand in front of you, his gaze eagerly dropping to your lips. You put your hands on his shoulders and smile up at him, pulling him in closer to you. He drops his head, a wicked grin on his lips. 

Suddenly a shower of water falls on the two of you and you both yelp in shock. Leaning over you see Yugyeom with his cannon pointed at you, the rest of the group laughing hysterically.

“Can’t seem to catch a break, can we?” Mark laughs, wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.

You sweep the water off his forehead and shake your head, cracking up.

It’s a warm summer day and you dry off quickly. After another few rides and a stop at the concessions stand for some snacks, the light is fading fast as it turns into evening. Your niece is yawning, sleepily leaning her head against JB’s back where he’s giving her a piggy back ride. 

You all decide to call it a night and the guys follow you back to your car. JB helps you bundle your now sleeping niece into her booster seat and gently shuts the door before running after the guys.

You can hear them calling out to each other in joking voices as they try to track down where they parked. When you turn back, Mark is pulling out his phone. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a lopsided smile.

“So… can I get your number?” he asks.

“Absolutely,” you say and he types it into his phone. He turns to leave with a wave, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Wait… aren’t you going to finally claim your prize?” you ask, leaning back against the car and folding your arms.

He slips his phone in his pocket and turns back to you. He dramatically looks around to see if anyone’s going to interrupt you and you laugh quietly, relieved to finally be alone together. He braces himself on the sides of the car and you slide your hands to his waist. His head tips down and his lips finally touch yours. With a pleased hum you pull him closer, hands gripping his sweatshirt.

One of his hands comes around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he works his lips against yours. For several moments you get lost in the light pressure of his mouth, skillfully deepening with each pass. The prize was his, but you think to yourself that you’re the real winner tonight.

“Worth the wait?” you ask, grinning as you pull back.

He nods and bends down to kiss you again. Seconds later his friends start calling out across the parking lot.

“Oh Markipooh, where are you?” “Get a move on, loverboy.” “Some of us need our beauty sleep!”

You and Mark fall against each other laughing and he presses a quick kiss to your lips before running off with a last smile back at you.

[markxdr-blog]

open event solo - ancient

the room is quiet, pristine even. the steel laden walls shine from the industrial lights beaming through the window, cascading down onto the programming lab below. the view isn’t the best, being inside a huge military building of course, but the thrum of machinery within the walls and the distant sounds of the clicking of keyboards provides an environment of peace and steady work-ethic, something many people in the j-tech devision need.

mark leans with arms crossed against the glass overlooking the room below, sullen eyes watching the hunched-over positions of the young furiously typing lines of code away into computers. young - could mark even be called that anymore? the corners of his mouth twitch as he mentally scoffs at the word, his nails digging into his arms. maybe a while ago, but no, not now, he thinks to himself, turning his head to look across his office. 

13 years ago mark was a cadet in the j-tech division working towards building his dreams of being one of the best battle programmers. at 23 years mark held big plans for his future, priding himself in his studies and sociability and his connection to those around him. now, at 36, he had achieved all of that and more. he had gotten his awards, earned his promotions, watched newcomers enter the program and his superiors die out in both battle and society, and still he wanted more.

but he is not young, and his time for glory has come and passed, dropping onto the shoulders of the cadets who he sees with the same spark he held an age ago.

but now is not the time for sulking - mark has work to do.

having long given up on keeping his hair on the never-ending spectrum of color, mark has let it fade away to it’s natural brown, keeping it short and tucked behind his ears. he swipes away a loose strand as he turns and walks back to his desk, eyeing the papers straddling the very edge of the table. a part of him wants to turn on the ceiling fan and watch as they fall off, his attention drifting away from them for good and allowing his mind a break for once.

but he knows if he does chief dongwook would hand his ass to him on a silver platter, and the last time that happened mark swore to himself he would never let it happen again.

he sighs to himself, taking a seat at the desk and sliding the papers over in front of him. his eyes scan the page, already adverse in the concept of speed-reading and picking out the important parts. by the time he’s done skimming over everything a couple of times, his mind’s already been able to form a more simpler way of saying the request on the page before him, not that of intensive sciency-fancy-smanshy stuff.

“upgrades to cronus gravity cannon...energy collection to maximum...huh.” mark mutters to himself, narrowing his eyes as he sets the papers back down on the table. he taps his finger against his lips in thought, his gaze never leaving the page as his mind races through the years of research and studies that have accumulated to help him finish this project.

“maybe i can request the engineers to put a new- wait, no, that was already done....faster channeling subroutine? no, the entire weapon would have to be remade to fit it in....i could remake the gravity equalizer but that would take quite a long time and that could also end up backfiring.” he mutters to himself, stroking his nonexistent beard he had been trying to grow for the past 13 years. mark scoffs at the last idea, thinking that the last thing chief dongwook needed was another burnt-to-a-crisp jaeger pilot complaining to seungwon. now that would be bad, and knowing how the ppdc didn’t like taking risky chances it probably wasn’t even worth it with it probably not going to get past refining before it was shut down.

mark’s eyes shift upwards aimlessly as he ponders what he should do, eyebrows furrowed in thought. his gaze passes over his desk but then he freezes, eyeing the small holographic model of coeus that stands turning slowly for a 360 degree view. mark pauses for a moment before stretching his hand forward, swiping against the jaeger’s torso as it switches models before it comes to cronus, and his eyes immediately fall to the gravity cannon sitting on it’s arm, slowly snaking upwards until it reaches the elbow.

it only takes a second before a thought blazes across his mind and a smile brightens up across his face, stretching the skin into an expression of happiness rather than gloom. grabbing a pen, he begins scribbling down words onto one of the documents, not giving a care in the world suffice to say that he thinks he is giving dongwook not necessarily what he wants, but rather what he needs.

mark tuan, 36 years of age and an officer in the ppdc, has an idea.