#mark tuan x male reader

[nobodyeverasked]

measure for measure; mark tuan

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summary ➣ Campus royalty Mark Tuan has never met a challenge he couldn’t overcome. At least until he saw his tanking English Lit mark and sole person behind it. His TA, Y/N.

genre ➣ fluff

requested - 👍 by @xavi-in-kpopland​

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The sun-stained air that drifted lazily in the half-packed lecture hall weighed heavy on the backs that were curled over wrinkled papers and barely-filled notebooks. Nothing to weave between the tired, defeated light of the gold-stained afternoon but the scratching of pens against desks, lethargic sighs on the brink of collapsing to the thinly carpeted floors, and the resolves strung thin between each and every student snapping, falling to the ground in shreds.

Mark Tuan, campus royalty, someone whose reputation stands on the precipice of every conversation in the halls of every building in this college, was one of these people. Scratching at his head with a pen he’d never thought he’d have to write with as he attempted to grasp at weathered stars with his anxiously fidgeting hands. He thought he’d need to draft his thesis for his term paper next week - or never, not the moment their new TA marched through that door with a hoarse sigh and actually gave them work to do. 

He joined university late, yes, which means he had quite a bit of catching up to do, but with his stature at this university, he never thought he’d actually have to take responsibility for anything. He’d have more than enough money to pay off the scholars in his courses, he’d use the glimmers in his eyes and the flash in his smiles to get anyone lucky enough to be fixed in his gaze to do whatever he likes. He’s the one who has connections and too many resources than he knows what to do with.

Overflowing, bursting at the seams with shortcuts and ‘easy ways’ out. And here he is, drafting his own thesis for an essay that he has to write himself.

Sacrilege… Absolute and utter sacrilege…

Mark peered up from his paper, letting go of the side of his leather notebook that’s practically warped under his tightened knuckles, and looked down the stairs to scoff at the new TA they received just today who was circling and scratching and annotating away at what looked like their midterms - an analytical review of conventions used in Shakespearian comedies, whatever that’s supposed to mean. 

At least that’s what the assignment scheme said, Mark didn’t read it more than once before half-assing it the morning of.

Whatever it meant, that’s what the assignment scheme said. Mark didn’t read it more than once before half-assing it the morning of.

Apparently, the former TA was removed from this course due to some alleged mishandling of the grade curve set in this class. Something to do with him taking a large bribe in order to alter results that were drastically inconsistent with the grade history in their class… Mark wished he didn’t have anything to do with that, the people he had involved ‘know just as much as everyone else’. Mark heard that a few days ago, the investigation was closed and the TA was reinstated, but since Y/N was already assigned to replace them, they were moved to another course. 

It made the guilt seep in a little less, but then again, Mark didn’t know much about guilt. He knew about endless attention, whiskey-tainted hookups in the back of his car, lingering eyes on his sauntering shoulders, and how satisfied that made him.

Mark knew about satisfaction, acclaim, and freedom.

Something else he didn’t know was what the hell he was actually supposed to be writing about.

He was so distracted by this new TA and the way the faded, golden twines of sunlight played with his hands as they cycled through the papers and rested on the massive, mahogany desk he was perched behind. How the coral dapples of the afternoon flush in the sky caressed his skin and the ivories of the collared shirt he was wearing. 

Mark cursed under his breath, barely stirring the motionless quiet as the sleeves were folded just high enough up on his arms, and how the dark sweater vest swathing his figure carved his sunlit silhouette in such an ironically perfect fashion into the chalkboard behind him. 

How was he supposed to pretend to focus if their TA was one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen?

Mark rested his head on his hand, giving up on whatever venture he heard between the hopeless margins of his page, and let his mind wander. He thought about if he was sitting any closer than the back row, he wondered if the shimmers in Y/N’s eyes would be any clearer, what kind of stars would they look like if they weren’t just a blur, spinning pale sunlight into silver and gold from where he was sitting.

He never thought he’d want to bring himself closer, scooting yourself several rows down was practically academic suicide. 

No, this couldn’t be happening. Mark never wanted things, he never drifted like this. This was a momentary lapse, nothing else. 

Things came to him, fell for him, things just floated in his direction, careening into his gravity, lingered by his nova until they either inherited his glow or shrivelled away. That was how things were, that was how things were going to stay.

The strike of the next hour on the grand wall clock at the end of the lecture hall cast a collective breath of relief to billow about the room like a cloud of thick, agonizing smoke. It jerked Mark from his pensive trance with a tug rougher than he was used to. 

Daydreaming wasn’t his thing, not since his days of puppy love all the way back in high school. Those days are long behind him, and he thought this was too. He wasn’t used to regressing like this, and as he looked upon Y/N’s shifting figure as he stood up and began to sing his farewells to the class, Mark didn’t know whether to feel irritated, threatened, intrigued, or a conglomerate of all three.

“Alright, I’ll be excited to hear some of these theses in the next tutorial. If you have any concerns, I’m an email away!” Y/N organized the scattered papers along his desk, some marred with the blue ink of his nearly-dead pen, and others still blank. He still had quite the workload ahead of him, and he still needs to draft the third part of his own thesis. With a deep breath that came out a little more hoarse than it meant to, Y/N slung his leather computer bag over his shoulder, making sure all his students filtered out the doors before he did.

Y/N was just about to follow the last cluster of students out the door, until he heard a call, deep and clear, from the stairs of the lecture hall. Y/N whipped around, following the sound. He wasn’t quite used to something passing through him like that as if he were nothing.

“Hey, Y/N?” Mark bit back an eager smile with a strained breath as he saw Y/N stop before the doors and scamper back to his desk, where Mark was headed. He didn’t know what came over him, what ripped his thoughts from his head and his voice from his chest. Something just kept pulling him closer, bringing him down those stairs with something more than lazy, dragging steps for once. When their eyes met, Mark felt as if he needed to shake himself off, the flickers of gold from the sunlight streaming in through the windows at the back, he could see them flying and it was as if he could feel the heat too.

“Hello… Mark? Is that right?” Y/N surveyed Mark, he looked relatively familiar.

“Yes, sir.”

“Great, what can I do for you?” Y/N set down his bag and shifted his weight around, back and forth on his black boots.

Mark could feel something clawing its way up to his throat, bubbling past his lips with such a foreign bitterness that made him want to gag. 

“I just wanted to ask you about the grade on my analytical essay?” Mark tried not to recoil at himself. Since when was academics ever at the forefront of his mind, even for a fleeting moment? He wasn’t concerned with his grades, nevertheless seeing them. 

He knew he was passing his courses. His extensions, and the bookworms who trailed behind him on campus and his reach across the departments made sure of that.

“Oh? Alright, what’s your question?” Y/N was stringing things together in his mind, maintaining a welcoming and amicable smile, his eyes observant and attentive as it was Mark’s turn to fidget with his pendant necklace.

He sifted through his computer bag, pulling out the stacks of marked papers he was just finishing up during the tutorial today, and spreading them back out across the desk. It was as if he moved a few steps back when he made a bound forward. His work is never done…

He searched for Marks so they could have something to refer to, and pulled out a single sheet of paper, barely even formatted correctly. Y/N remembered this reading experience all too well now, and how it was truly entertaining in considerably wrong ways. He turned the paper over and set it between them. It was more of the blue from Y/N’s plastic carcass of a pen than the white or black of the essay between them. Y/N bit back his wince at the second-hand pain he feels like he’s reliving all over again at just the mere sight of it, and looked up to see Mark’s stoic, resolute expression begin to crack and contort.

The letter at the top of the page wasn’t what he was expecting, wasn’t what he was used to. This is why Mark doesn’t do things himself.

The large F was searing itself into Mark’s head, a glaring, sapphire light in all the A’s and B’s that he was just so used to having fallen into his lap - along with a few people he bounced upon in the halls and looked a little too pretty for comfort. 

“Okay, fine. Not a question.” Mark could feel his chest deflate, but he tried to fill it up with the fires in his stomach the best he could. His fists that were about to clench by his side, he stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, but he was too late to unlock his jaw. He could tell Y/N caught it, too, with the way his gaze shifted, and the indifference in his lips twitched a little bit. “I thought I’d get a better grade on this, what’s so wrong with it?”

“Do you really want to know?” 

A lot. That was what Y/N’s first thought was. He arched an eyebrow, letting his gaze fall to the way Mark shifted in his vintage trainers, then raised to the flustered glimmer in his eye.

“Yes. Yes, please.” Mark was wearing himself thin trying to keep this tempered, gentle façade plastered onto him. All he could feel was this irritation that burrowed its way under his skin and lingered there like a cheap cologne he couldn’t wash off. Why did Y/N have to capture his attention like this? Keep him trapped and tangled in this mess of emotions he hasn’t felt in forever? Why did his grades need to change like this? Reality manages to slip out of his control every now and then…

Why did he need to come back to college and get this stupid degree? Who the hell cares about Shakespeare!?

“Everything I thought was wrong with it was put in the margins of your essay, Mark.” Y/N’s voice was calm, too calm. Temperate like a gentle spring breeze that’d caress Mark on his mindless walks across the fields bordering campus. He thought he was impervious, but he’s needed to clear his head more and more these days. “Do you think I graded you unfairly…?” Y/N felt this genuine curiosity lead his thoughts as he looked suspiciously back at Mark’s paper. It’s relatively fine work for the morning it was probably whipped up in, but not satisfactory for the month he had to do it.

“No. I mean…” Mark cut himself off, the lilt in Y/N’s voice he knew was intentional, he could feel it getting to him. He needed to do something, anything. He won’t accept what Y/N’s giving to him, what he’s doing to him. “It’s just that, I’m Mark Tuan…”

A deafening silence coursed through the empty lecture hall, Mark’s declaration, brimming with the egotism he reeked of the moment he stepped down to meet Y/N’s eyes, echoing with a painful crackle as it rebounded off the cheap wood panelling of the walls and settled into them.

Y/N shook his head and shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. He could see Mark unravelling at his barely woven seams. 

“I’m not sure what that has to do with you not doing well on your essay…”

“What that means is I do well, get what I want.” Mark felt like he was boiling over, an assertive tone leaching through his voice, one he’d save for nights tangled in sweat-soaked bed sheets with someone he’s barely met, or for the poor kids on the dean’s list who owed him nothing in particular. He was atop the throne on the campus hierarchy, everyone wrapped around his fingers that people would strain themselves to be on the edge of.

Y/N let a snicker break free from his pressed lips. “I mean with that ‘effortless charm’, how could you not get what you want?” Rolling his eyes, Y/N felt a little guilty for taking too much enjoyment out of the way Mark was crumbling before him. “Listen. I don’t have the time or the energy to tank anyone’s GPA, Mark, no matter how reputable you apparently are. I’m taking care of too many students and have way too much on my plate.”

Even without Mark adding to his workload, he had no time for people to question his expertise, why he deserved to be in his program. He’s had so many people doubt him for his age and how early he was admitted, taking him at face value and throwing him away just because of a few tears on his cover. He’s tired, he’s drained, and has no room left in his schedule for anyone’s bullshit or means to entitlement.

“Do you think I don’t deserve my Ph.D., Mark…?” Y/N’s voice was small, slightly less confident than the mocking tone he assumed before. He’s been working so hard to catch up with people in his doctorate program twice his age, maybe more. And the last thing he needs is some guy who’s supposed to be his student throwing all of that back at him.

Mark could see the stern shine in Y/N’s eyes waver, and all Mark wanted to do was hate himself. “No! Absolutely not! I- I mean… You do-”

“Because I wouldn’t deserve my Ph.D. if I graded you disingenuously. But I graded you based on what you gave to me and how it met the criteria of the assignment.” Y/N set his face on straight, the glimmer in his eyes coy yet calm once more. “Are we clear?” His voice settled to the carpet and floorboards beneath them, sending a shiver down Mark’s spine. Mark tried to shake it off, but he was left with a sting from Y/N’s gaze which grew more and more pointed.

“I…” Mark bit back his words, stumbling over himself. “Yes.”

“Any more questions?”

“N-no, Y/N…”

“Alright, then I’ll see you in the next tutorial. Email me if you have any other ‘concerns’.” Y/N gestured toward the door with a gentle headnod. Mark followed Y/N’s direction, heading out the door while Y/N followed him out. Looking back, all Mark could see was the blur of Y/N’s figure carved against the wall by the golden sunlight. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, one that was nearly stolen from him if he looked into the shimmer in Y/N’s eyes for a little longer than he already had. 

“Yes, sir…” Mark said to nothing in particular, stopping himself in the middle of the empty corridor. Its open concept taunted him, nothing but stretches of ivory tile and grey concrete to remind him how desolate this building always was at this time of day.

All of the thoughts Y/N left him with, all the feelings Y/N left him with. Mark didn’t know whether to be impressed or confused or both. His mind was already running circles, leaving him dizzy as he was already thinking of ways to make up for the way he mouthed off, for the way he probably hurt him. 

That wasn’t Mark, though. He didn’t know about guilt or consideration unless it was to his benefit. He never needed to make up for anything, he just acted and the sky bent to his movement. 

Apparently, this wasn’t like that, though… A challenge he couldn’t overcome by just expecting things to work out. 

Letting out a tiny chuckle to himself, Mark continued walking, and let his thoughts wander farther, deeper. About Y/N’s collared shirt, about that cute sweater vest, about how the sunlight fell against his hair, and the way his eyes captured the it in such a way that made it feel slightly less lifeless.

“Y/N, huh…?” He mumbled to himself.

Mark threw himself helplessly into a cycle of restless thought. Y/N’s eyes, his hands, his shirt, his voice. The moment he tried to get back up, he stumbled over again. He didn’t fight it, either, he just fell limp to the flow of the tides that submerged him. So this was what it felt like… To want something…

“Let’s see what you’re about…”

*

Y/N closed his car door with a sigh, whatever was left of his deep breath being broken up by the afternoon sunlight and its gold and copper threads. They fell against him and wove themselves through his hair, falling to the concrete of the parking lot in defeated tangles as Y/N took a second to rake a hand through his hair. He tried to get as much work as he could between the hours he had ‘off’ and the hours he didn’t, but his schedule was nothing but an empty promise at this point, stars tucked into his skies to just watch instead of reach up and take in his hands.

He felt suffocated, submerged between the waves, yet weightless in all the wrong ways, a puppet held by the loose threads of his knit sweater vest. Knowing that this would all amount into something to feel accomplished about just wasn’t enough sometimes. He felt worn and stretched completely thin, the goals and ambitions he held in earnest nothing but shrivelled ashes at the corner of the street he was raised on - ground out like a worn cigarette.

Tightening his already fleeting grip on his computer bag. No matter how many papers he finished marking, they never seemed to lose their weight. As if everything he tried to do was just never enough. 

Or maybe it was literally just physics, the weight’s still the same if he didn’t take anything out.

Well... He wasn’t a physics major, so that wasn’t his problem to figure out.

Y/N steeled himself with a sharp breath before stepping further toward the entrance to the college campus’ English literature buildings. The dean gave him a small office to continue doing his work, maybe the new environment could help him concentrate more on his doctorate and less on the guy who questioned his judgment in class this morning.

Mark Tuan… He wondered what made it so entertaining to see him flail around wordlessly for answers this morning, but he was also curious about what kept his image in Y/N’s mind. That cocky smile, maybe? That irritatingly pompous entitlement? Or maybe the way he caved in when Y/N closed himself off and let his voice shrivel up. Mark was so calm and still on the surface until he wasn’t, and Y/N had the impression that his tides didn’t roughen up so often.

“Hey! Y/N!” Y/N flinched and winced at the voice’s familiarity. He was uncertain whether he wanted to turn around or not, or if he’d have to speak of the devil too soon. 

An irritated sigh peeling from Y/N’s tongue, he reluctantly turned around to see Mark waving him down. Dressed in a loose, black blazer and a golden glow that looked like it was molded to his shape, already bent to his will, it was as if he was built to attract looks from the sidelines. Y/N could understand, if not hesitantly, the appeal - how people could feel so drawn to feed into his complex. 

However, there was something different about him today, his smile loose and effortless, his voice raw and unmeasured. The way his shoulders shook off the excess sunlight that shone down on him, it was already different from when he stalked down the stars just the morning prior to now. Y/N was too late to bring a smile down from his lips as he chuckled to himself, and by the way Mark’s grin shone even brighter, he might’ve caught it.

“What’s up? You know, if you wanted to question my judgment, you could’ve just emailed me.” Y/N straightened himself out with a smirk, watching warily as Mark stepped closer, matching him with a muted smile of his own.

“I don’t want to do that, sir…” Mark scratched at the back of his neck, something he never thought he’d be caught doing in front of people. Mark never showed his nervousness, but for some reason, in front of Y/N, he didn’t really care. He just focused on the way Y/N’s lips curled up when the air between them settled with the copper caught in their eyes. “I was actually thinking of making up for this morning. Maybe I could treat you to some coffee?” 

All of Mark’s thinking from the morning until now, and that was what he could come up with. He bit back a sigh of defeat and tried to ignore how it stung as it went down. Burning away at the ego and pride that faded away in his chest. This foreign feeling that bubbled under his skin with a simmer as he waited for Y/N’s answer; maybe this was how others felt held suspended in his gaze, crumbling away as they fumbled for spare time, spare air, or anything that could make this brutal silence feel better. It was as if Mark were standing in purgatory, shifting on the heels of his oxford shoes and awaiting his judgment, that flicker in Y/N’s eyes that’d give him an idea of how to feel, how to react.

What was he getting himself into? Mark asked himself that question what felt like hundreds of times as Y/N’s gaze grew contemplative, then his shine fell.

“I appreciate the offer, Mark. But I have to maintain a professional relationship with my students.” Y/N wanted to consider it so badly, the way Mark wavered so hopelessly under the gentle breeze caressing against them brought this odd sense of endearment to swell in his chest.

Mark tried to pull at any silver linings he could get, he wasn’t going down without a fight. 

“So, if you weren’t the TA, you’d say yes..?” The way Y/N’s flush bloomed onto his cheeks made Mark’s slight smirk burst with a radiance and shine. He could feel the fires of his pride fester in his stomach again, and he stepped closer, enough to gather the glow in Y/N’s skin and stare deeper into the shimmers drifting in Y/N’s eyes as he could feel them wandering across his figure.

“I…” He knew Mark caught him and deflated with a deep sigh through his nose. He looked up to Mark, whose eager, attentive, and expectant eyes made the words threatening to spill out from between his teeth taste more and more bitter. “Look. You’re cute, Mark,” Y/N bit back the sounds his voice carved out like the shots of tequila he’d down under strobe lights and the suffocating tides of shitty music when he was right where Mark was. Just fighting to survive in his early years of university. “But my doctorate is super important to me, and I don't wanna risk anything…”

Mark understood where Y/N was coming from. At least, he wanted to. But he didn’t just bare his desires like this to just anybody. 

“Even just as friends?” Mark caught himself in his pleading and nearly cursed under his breath, wondering how he'd come so far and climbed so high, just to be seen making an appeal to this unusually - and frustratingly - attractive guy in the middle of a sunlit parking lot. Mark took a deep breath to steady himself, too deep in the shine of Y/N’s eyes to peel himself back now, that’s not what he wanted anyway - to pull away from this, to give up on it. “My windows are tinted if our dumb school is really that serious about you having a life outside of grading papers. We can hit up the drive-thru and just chill in the back seat…?”

Mark chided himself for the way his voice shrivelled behind his tongue. This wasn’t how things are supposed to work, supposed to be. He wanted to feel pathetic, but the only thing he felt was this small spark of relief lighting under his heart when Y/N’s pensive stare lit up once more.

“I’m a TA, grading papers is my life…” Y/N trailed off with a chuckle before heaving a sigh and giving Mark the answer he couldn’t help but give, and the one that Mark was waiting for. “Fine, though. I’ll take you up on your offer, but that’s not gonna change how… ‘In dire need of improvement’ your essay was.” Y/N, with an animated shudder at the thought of Mark’s essay - or rather, attempt at compiling words - and stepped closer to Mark, nudging his shoulder.

Mark held his arm out, opening himself up for Y/N to take the sunlight’s spot and lean into his side. Rolling his eyes with a strained sigh, Y/N took his offer, trying not to enjoy the way Mark’s arm tightened around him too much. In the warmth of Mark’s half-hearted embrace, he didn’t feel the need to worry about being caught. He just focused on walking straight when Mark kneaded his hand playfully into Y/N’s shoulder. 

Showing off the blinding glare of his brash smile, he wrapped around the front of his sleek, black sports car and opened the passenger side door to let Y/N step through. He felt this rising in his chest, a happiness flood the blush beginning to seep through his cheeks as Y/N ducked under his arm and murmured a quiet but thoughtful ‘thanks’ before sitting himself down. “Well, if I’m not smart, as least I’m cute-”

“I’m this close to taking that back…” Y/N was regretting his choices already, but Mark’s cheeky grin shining in the side-view mirror kept him perched in the front seat.

*

YN shifted in the back seat of Mark’s car that idled somewhere on a hill overlooking nearly all of campus, blowing holes in the dying breaths of his latte that Mark so nobly paid for as he held it snuggly in his hands. Mark was sitting next to him, stretched out on the other side, leaning against the door and propping his legs up on the centre console at the front. The longer they sat with the sunlight streaming through his tinted windows in faded, amber streaks, the less and less his snarky, confident disposition grated against Y/N’s already thinning nerves. Part of him saw a little bit of charm in the shine of his smirk and that cocky glint in his dark brown eyes that seemed to span on forever the longer Y/N’s stolen glances lingered. 

Sometimes, when Mark adjusted himself just right, flecks of the worn, afternoon sunlight would settle in his gaze just right, the shimmer in his eyes took on the form of countless stars in the auburn night skies of his eyes.

“Wait, so you’re younger than me…? Teaching me…?” Mark’s voice tore Y/N from his trance, he nearly forgot that they were shoulder’s deep in a conversation. The confusion that twisted up Mark’s usually firm, stoic expression made Y/N want to roll his eyes and chuckle, but he didn’t want to humour him and fan the flames of his ego too much. He doesn’t feel like getting burnt just yet.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Y/N fiddled with his cup, watching the light brown on his half-finished coffee dance in circles as he absently sloshed it around. Looking up once more, he finally let a snicker out as Mark’s shocked expression was still settling in. “I got into my program right after grad school.”

“Damn, you really have your life together.”

“If life was ‘pain’, then absolutely…” Y/N raised his cup in mock cheers and bit back the bitterness of the coffee in his hands. He was always more of a fan of iced drinks anyways, but he was guilted into getting it for the pretty latte art that just ended up being under the plastic lid anyways. Throwing up a mental middle finger to his dandy old friends named capitalism and advertising, he looked over to see Mark assume a more solemn expression, and the smile that framed his hums to fill the silence dying down.

“Y/N…” Mark reached his hand over, smoothing his hand against Y/N’s shoulder. He knew Y/N was trying his best to be humorous, but he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the reality in his words, the weight that made the acidity in his voice drop to the floor mats in his car and the irony in his weak chuckle nearly palpable to the touch. It felt rough and tired, and Mark could feel himself nearly suffocating on it already. He wondered how hard it was for Y/N to just take a second and breath - if he even had that luxury.

“Mark, don’t worry, please…” Y/N, placing his hand on Mark’s and stroking against his knuckles with his thumb, tried his best to reassure him. This spark of sincerity in Mark’s eyes, he assumed that it didn’t necessarily light a lot given his attitude over the past day. He felt a little touched. “I’m like, half-joking.”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make your job more difficult.” Mark dropped his gaze to the ground, his hand running down Y/N’s arms before returning to his lap. The faintness and softness of Y/N’s touch against his, it was unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Not in the quickies he had in his dorm room before tutorial or the hookups he had under shadows and moonlight at parties he barely remembered. It felt so full, yet fleeting as if he needed to have more.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had far worse. The board ‘execs aren’t as cute as you, so…”

“As cute as me, huh…?” Mark caught Y/N in his slipups again, and watching his flounder made his skin ignite. He never thought he’d love seeing a flush bloom on someone’s cheeks this much. Usually, the flush was saved for the morning after, tucked under sweat-soaked skin, wrapped up in rented bedsheets, and tangled in the fresh and sweet light of the blue dawn Mark always wasted away and took for granted. “This is the second time now, you calling me that. It’s starting to feel less like an accident…” Mark’s voice settled beneath the sunlight, taking its time to leak between the cracks of their tense silence. 

Mark dropped his finished cup of coffee in the cupholder in his front seat and snatched Y/N’s cup from him as well. 

He cut off Y/N’s yelp in surprise with the fastening of his hands against Y/N’s hips and the smooth, seamless slotting of his fingers into Y/N’s rear pockets as he pulled him closer and onto his lap. He licked his lips as he relished in Y/N’s speechlessness. The way Y//N’s eyes traced over Mark’s mouth and followed where his lopsided smile leaned. He let go, slowly, carefully, and let the weight of Y/N’s hips settle onto his, his hands draped against Y/N’s sides. Y/N just stayed there, his hands frozen just above where they were going to fall onto Mark’s shoulders, his words still caught in his throat.

“You know, you’re kinda cute yourself…” Mark’s voice buried itself under Y/N’s skin with a simmer that made his chest burn.

“I-” Y/N stammered, still trying to gather himself up, scrounging at whatever parts of his rationale Mark didn’t already have in his hands as his touch against Y/N’s sides grew firm, but gentle too. “I’m not giving you what you want, Mark…” Y/N said with a shudder as Mark moved his hands onto his hips, hands kneading into his waist and beginning to slip under his shirt. He didn’t know if was trying to convince Mark, or himself.

Mark leaned in wordlessly, soundless words clinging to Y/N’s skin as Mark’s breathing seared into it. He only continued when Y/N opened his neck up for him to leave slow, tentative kisses against it. 

Y/N’s hands made their way up to his neck and cheeks, bringing Mark closer, his groans of satisfaction digging into Y/N’s jaw and shaking him to the core. Mark’s low hums hovered by Y/N’s cheeks, only rising like the copper sunlight suspended around them as Mark lingered by the corner of Y/N’s mouth.

“I just want you, plain and simple…” Mark murmured between kisses along Y/N’s cheek, a smile soon molding them as he could feel fires bloom beneath Y/N’s skin when he kneaded his hands in the skin along Y/N’s waist. His whispers scratched at the surface of Y/N’s already parting lips, and Mark couldn’t help but inch his closer, dangling right on the edge of Y/N’s waters. “That okay?” He practically hummed between Y/N’s teeth, a breathy chuckle loosely tying between them as Y/N’s hands took him in by his shoulders.

Their lips met, and Mark instantly drew Y/N in closer, hands on the edge of Y/N’s waist, threatening to dive deeper beyond the waistband of his jeans. Y/N took Mark’s neck in his hand as another tangled itself in Mark’s hair, the groan that ran sickly sweet against their tongues and between their teeth settling in the back of Y/N’s throat. 

Everything beneath Mark’s hands ran soft and tender like velvet, and the rhythm between their lips reduced the sunlight to sparks and ashes. Y/N chased them down Mark’s neck, the ambers of the sky above them he had worn under his fingertips staining Mark’s jaw and spilling over his skin as he stifled a shrivelled breath into Y/N’s shoulder. Mark could feel himself melting into Y/N’s touch as he peeled Mark’s blazer from his shoulders and deepened the melody between their lips with a gentle tug on Mark’s shirt collar. He could feel Y/N giving in to the light between their tongues too, leaning into the gravity of all of Mark’s touches as he pulled on Y/N’s hips and sailed the depths of his waistline.

Mark pulled back to see a smile dancing upon Y/N’s lips too, still dripping with all the held breaths and unsaid words Mark held under his tongue. He couldn’t help but feel a shiner run down his spine, the flutter of butterflies in his chest and stomach rendering him senseless as Y/N’s touch still lingered around his neck and on his shoulders. Mark wasn’t one for butterflies, he’d always be too caught in his bedsheets to catch them as they flew away some nights. Others would feel that, and he’d tolerate it, but he’s never felt it before, at least like this.

He’s not used to chasing after things, things chase after him. He’s not used to wanting people, people would want him. That was, at least, until Y/N came in and gave him something to finally want, to feel like he needs.

The glow that hung still in Y/N’s eyes, Mark wanted to drown in it forever, he just wanted to take Y/N by his flushed cheeks and tie their stares together until he rolled out of this God-forsaken college with a diploma.

Mark wanted to find a way to fill the space between them, but he still needed to catch the breath that Y/N stole right out from under him with just one of those silent, radiant grins that did all the speaking for him. “So, about that essay… Was it actually that shit-” 

“Shhh~”

Mark smiled into his cut off words as Y/N pressed a finger to his lips. He just held onto Y/N’s wrist and kissed his fingers and palm as Y/N rolled his eyes with a low snicker and smoothed over Mark’s lips with his thumb. Even Y/N’s hands tasted like the sunlight they stirred between them, and Mark couldn’t help but hum into Y/N’s palm as he buried one more kiss into it.

Y/N’s lips took his hand’s place soon enough, and Mark instantly reached down to his waist, bringing him closer. It was practically becoming second nature, his hands being pulled helplessly into the gravity of Y/N's hips.

The silence passed between Mark’s teeth said everything Y/N didn’t. 

“I’m taking that as a yes…”

Y/N nodded into their kiss, and Mark buried a sigh of defeat beneath Y/N’s tongue as he realized that he might actually need to try now that Y/N’s irresistible glow is sitting at the front of his lecture hall until the end of the term. 

One disappointed pout from this man, and for Mark, it’ll be all over… With the way Y/N rendered him weak in his knees, his ego carried away by the breeze that brushed between them, and made him nearly speechless with every haphazard smile he’s shone today, Mark might not get away with anything that he used to. 

And now, with Y/N between his hands, he doesn’t know if he wants to.

[avewritesmr]

How about a 500 word small story based on Prompt #24 on Prompt list 1 starring Park Jaehyung of Day6 or Mark Tuan of GOT7.

Prompt: “You forgot your wallet? Again?”

Word Count: 640 words (a lil over the original wc but that is okay cause fluff)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Male!Reader

Group: GOT7

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This turned out super cute, loved writing it 💖. I picked Mark cause I am just missing GOT7 a lil right now and Mark felt like the kind of person to fumble around when their crush talked to them

2 days ago, tired university senior, Mark Tuan had desperately clung onto, equally tired but much more snarky university senior, Park Jinyoung begging with every last ounce of energy he had so that Jinyoung would buy him a cup of coffee to get him through his first lecture because he just so happened to be running late that morning and forgot his wallet.

The were in the middle of a relatively empty cafe a mere 5 minute walk away from their lecture and Jinyoung seemed to be taking pleasure in making a very tired Mark beg him for the drug that would get him through the next hour and a half.

Eventually Jinyoung conceded and puled out enough money for both their drinks placing the money in Mark's hand and shoving him unceremoniously towards the counter to order for them both.

Mark who would have normally put up a fight in this situation decided to take what mercy was given him and dragged himself towards the cashier who he know noticed had been silently watching him and Jinyoung fight.

Mark knew cute when he saw cute and right now he was being confronted with enough cute to substitute for the large triple shot iced americano he was about to order.

"Hey, what can I get for you?" Mark was pulled out of his open mouthed admiration for the man in front of him, he felt a blush creeping up his face as he quickly gathered his thoughts in order to form coherent sentences.

"Just two large iced americano's please." Mark muttered, when the barista looked down he quickly looked towards the name tag to read the name of the person he definitely had a crush on at this point.

"y/n' Mark read quietly, a hum pulled him out of another stupor and he found y/n giving him a mischievous smile. Mark blushed again and quickly averted his gaze.

He was silent for the rest of the transaction as y/n handed him his change and told him to wait five minutes while he prepared the drinks. If their hands brushed when Mark was taking the drinks and Mark almost dropped them then no one needed to know that.

This is why Mark found himself standing outside the same cafe two days later debating whether he should go in or not.

"Oh, it's you again, why aren't you going in?" Mark was sure that if he had turned around just a little faster he would have gotten a whiplash, but there standing beside him was y/n, the whole reason he had come here on a morning when he didn't have lecture.

"Uhhhhh...." Mark wanted to run before he embarrased himself anymore, why couldn't he just talk?

"Oh don't tell me," y/n paused his smile amused, "Your forgot your wallet? again?"

Mark felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and he qiuckly shook his head no.

"I-I didn't forget my wallet, I-oh god, I wanted to ask if you wanted to like..." Mark trailed off again trying to form the rest of his question.

"Grab a drink together? Meet up sometime? Maybe you wanted my number?" y/n supplied after a moment of staring at Mark's silent figure.

"ummm....whichever one you like?" y/n laughed at that his hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pen.

He stepped closer to Mark and took his left hand in his, if Mark's was blushing before he was sure he'd burst a few arteries in his cheeks now.

"send me a message, tell me when you want to meet." y/n pulled away smiling at Mark one last time before disappearing into the cafe.

Mark stared down at the number written on his hand with a small smiley face and couldn't help the smile that came onto his face.

[tuanstars]

putting a controllable vibrator into mark and turning it up whenever someone flirts with him (at a mall, cafe when he's ordering, club and so on) and eventually him being so desperate that he doesn't care if you're doing it in a semi-public place

Flirt - Mark Tuan

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⇢paring - mark tuan x gender neutral reader

⇢genre - smut

⇢summary - you’re tired of everyone flirting with mark everywhere you go, so you decide to do something about it.

⇢warnings - sub!mark tuan, dom!reader, use of toys, semi-public sex,

⇢notes- lemme know if you want me to add or remove anything! (didn’t know if you wanted me to add a title kink (ex. miss kink, mistress kink, ertc) or not, let me know if you’d like it to be added!)

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mark’s startled when you push him into the unisex restroom at the mall. even more so when his back is pushed up against the wall and you’re looking at him with fire in your eyes. “w-what’s-“ he begins to ask but is quickly shut up with a quick glance from you. “did you notice how they looked at you, and how they flirted with you?” you asked, hands moving from his hip to the wall to trap him in.

“no..? i’d never entertain them if they were.” he told you, and you hummed at his answer. “yeah, well, they need to know who you belong to.” you mutter. he’s confused when you start digging around in your pockets. you pull out a small black butt plug vibrator, and his eyes widen at the sight. “turn around, hands on the wall.” you told him, removing your hands to give him room to do so.

he takes your order immediately, not wanting to see what would happen if he didn’t. his palms were flat against the wall, and his ass perched out so you could do whatever you wanted. he breathing was quickening when he felt your hands undo them drawstring to his gray joggers and tug them down, along with his briefs. “suck.” you told him, moving your fingers in front of his face. he takes them into his mouth eagerly, sucking on them with fevor. his tongue is swirling around the pads of your two fingers, and the sight is breathtaking.

you pulled your fingers out, and instantly moved them to his entrance, he shakily inhales at the feeling of your saliva slicked fingers entering, and exhales just as shaky when your knuckle deep. your fingers are scissoring, stretching him enough for the plug. once that was done, you pulled your fingers out, and putting the plug in their place. he lets out a moan as the feeling of the plug, eyes fluttering as he tries not to be too loud.

you tap the plug a few times once it’s in, and pull away completely. you use your clean hand to maneuver his underwear and pants up, and he straightens. you move to wash your hands, and he’s breathing heavily. his cheeks are red as he struggles to walk out of the bathroom with shaky legs, plug nudging deeper with every step.

the both of you made it to the food court, and mark managed to find a nice rhythm of walking where the plug didn’t move around much. “mark, baby, can you order us some food?” you asked, patting his thigh. he simply smiled at you and nodded. you watched as he did order your food. the lady at the register was so very obviously flirting with him. you rolled your eyes.

you stuffed your hands in your pockets and felt around for the remote to the plug. once you found it, you immediately turned it on to the third setting. he drops his head at the feeling, breathing out harshly. he gives an apologetic smile, and finshed offering the food. the. cashier didn’t stop her flirting though, if anything it increased. mark was very visibly uncomfortable, but the girl paid no mind to that. you dialed the vibrations up to the fourth setting, and his cheeks darken.

he couldn’t take it anymore, so in the midst of her flirting, he’s leaving, speed walking his way back to you. he’s looking at you with glossy eyes when he does sit down, hands covering the very obvious erection that formed. “please, please, i can’t take it.” he mumbles a sentence of slurred words. you turn it to the fifth and highest setting and he immediately lets his head fall onto your shoulder. “please?” he asks, he sounds so deliciously desperate.

“you’re gonna cum, baby? here? in front of all these people?” you teased, and he really didn’t care at the moment. “fuck yes....” he whimpers, palming himself subtly through his jeans. “may i?” he asks again. “do it. make a mess of your pants.” you ordered him, and he did exactly as he was told. he tensed for a moment before you heard him groan deeply.

you slowly lowered the vibrations down to one as he came down from his high, turning it off when he was fully finished. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” he said, leaning off of you to sit straight up to catch his breath. “i hope you feel okay, baby, because our food is ready.” you told him and panted towards the desk. his eyes widened when he realized he had to walk to the desk with cum-stained pants. he acted as if he hated the idea, but couldn’t deny the fact that he was getting hard in his pants again.

[koko-bopp]

Selfless

mark tuan x male!reader

word count - 1.5K

genre - non idol!au | angst-ish? | fluff | friends to lovers

contains - bisexual!mark, unrequited love?, self-doubt, happy ending.

I also had to change the ending upon the request, I just didn't know how I was going realistically paint the ending so I had to cut out the last part. Seoyoon wasn’t emotionally harmed in the making of this fic.

synopsis - You care for your friends more than anything, so when your best friend asks you to ask out Mark Tuan on her behalf, you do just that, because she’s your best friend; even if you have one big crush on Mark Tuan. Maybe you’re just too selfless sometimes/

"Seoyoon," you frowned. It was more of a pout with a whine, but you continued, "Why can't you do it?"

"Awe! C'mon, please, just think of it as a favour," Seoyoon begged, she was holding your hand and shaking it. You guys were at the shopping center, ready to exit the food court with Boba tea and macarons. She stepped in front of you, shaking your hand once again, but literally shaking like shaking a tin, she began pouting harder, “Please, you’re better friends with him than me, can you just ask him if he likes me or something? Initiate something? Pretty please, [Y/N].”

It was kinda funny, you and Seoyoon have been mistaken as a couple more times than you can count, you two once jokingly acted like a couple just to get the discount on Valentine’s day at the pancake parlour. But, Seoyoon has a crush on Mark, and unknown to her, you have a crush on him too.

But you’ve hidden it from her for a while, even though you’ve liked him for much longer, you kinda just ignored that side of your emotions for the sake of your friend. She doesn’t know either, so you don’t have any bad blood for her, it’s just a little bit... inconvenient.. but the friendship you have with the woman matters more to you than some boy; even if it’s Mark Tuan.

You sighed for a moment, blinking away from your friend who was making pleading eye contact with you, “... Yoon, I don’t know, isn’t it a bit weird for me to ask?” 

“Please, [N/N]?" She tried one last time, her blonde hair bouncing as she turned left and right in her spot, the shimmery eyeshadow on her eyelids being more seen as her bangs moved away from her eyes, "I'll buy pizza for our, what? Eighth–?"

"Ninth," You chuckled, interrupting, but ultimately letting her continue.

"Ninth, Haikyuu marathon, okay?" She chimed, brining up her fifth finger, "Pinky promise."

You scoffed with a defeated grin in your face, "Pinky promise," you say, wrapping your pinky finger around hers.

She seemed sufficed with your answer, smiling in glee as she wrapped her arm around yours as you two exited the food court. She rested her head on your shoulder, bringing the straw of her Boba tea to her lips, "Thank you, [Y/N]. I really appreciate it," she added.

"Of course," you said, and she didn't notice the small yet saddened frown on your lips.

-`.°

"Hey, Mark," you grinned, walking into your friend's room. He had his books scattered across his bed a highlighter sitting on his ear and typing away on his phone with a fruit roll-up sticking out from his mouth like a dragon's tongue.

He looked up at you, at first out of curiosity; wondering who was entering his room, then went into panic-mode; to quickly chew and swallow the roll-up while moving the books on his desk. He wasn't expecting you, clearly; you come over to see the guys every so often, but it was close to ten at night, you'd usually let Jaebeom know you're coming over and then Jaebeom would let him know that you're coming over. You probably came on short notice.

You could help but laugh gently at his behaviour, before coming inside and sitting on the space he'd made for you on his bed. He'd even crossed his legs to allow you to take as much room as you wish. He smiled awkwardly, picking up his phone then setting it back down, "What's up? You're, er, do you need something?"

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Not really, I just wanted to see you."

You two were never really alone together, now that you think about it. Maybe that one time at the bar; you said you'd watch everyone's stuff and Mark had said that he didn't want you to be all by yourself, so you two kind of just enjoyed each other's company. Or maybe that time where Mark was cooking eggs in the kitchen and you'd come up behind him to observe, you'd accidentally slept over during a movie marathon and Mark had told you that you could sleep in his bed; poor boy slept on the couch, you felt so bad.

"You wanted to see me?" Mark repeated, a bit of shock in his voice, "What, like, out of the goodness of your heart?"

You turned to him a bit more, taking your feet off the floor so you were fully facing him, your legs crossed as you shrugged, "I mean, it's a mix between wanting to see you and needing to talk to you.."

Mark blinked for a moment, then leaned in a bit, folding his arms by placing them on his knees, "Ight, go on. I'm all ears."

Why was he so handsome? He wasn't even trying; a simple dull-navy hoodie with sweatpants, he was wearing socks but one of them were slipping off his heel, his hair was a mess— a good mess, like the kind you wanna ruffle more to make it a bigger mess then just comb your hair through it just for fun? There was a scrunchie on his wrist too, Yugyeom probably gave it to him just to get his hair out of his face while he studied.

You realised you were staring, and Mark was looking at you patiently. You fought back at your own snicker your own thoughts. You're doing this for Seoyoon, you told yourself. "Mark, you're single, right?"

Oh my god, the day is finally here, Mark bought himself closer to you, his eyes bright in anticipation, "Yes. Yes, I am."

You gulped. This is for your best friend, you reminded yourself, "Are you.. interested in anyone right now?" You asked.

Mark grinned, "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Oh," you mumble. Your heart kind of sank a little. Of course he did, there's probably a dozen people out there worth his time. Maybe it's still worth a shot, though, "You do? You do. I mean, of course you do, you're a catch, somebody would've definitely have caught your interest—"

Mark moved his head a little, making a stretched-out version of the sound you make when you burn yourself, practically correcting your claim, but ultimately interrupting you, "—Yeah, well, this person; I gotta tell you. Immaculate. Everything I could hope for in a human."

"Mark," you said, the little ping of sadness in your voice being noticed by yourself, but you were hoping it wasn't noticed by the man in front of you. "This is stupid," You mumble out loud, but to yourself. Part of you knew you probably wouldn't have been able to do this anyway, but you tried your best and you knew Seoyoon would understand. You stand up, indicating your aim to leave, but turn to Mark before you do so, "..Sorry.. I should go."

"[Y/N], hold on a second, why– what's wrong?" Mark gets up too, verbally stopping you from exiting the room.

You cross your arms over your cheat, looking down at the floor. You were hesitant to talk, but you felt Mark ease his way closer to you, a comfortable distance but you wouldn't mind if he came closer.

This isn't about me, you reminded yourself. You huff, "Seoyoon has a crush on you, and you know, me being a bit closer to you than her, I just wanted to know if maybe you're interested in her."

Mark's expression dropped. He was practically frowning at the answer, it wasn't what he was looking for. Sure, he admired Seoyoon, respected her as an individual and would even call her his friend, but your answer wasn't what he was looking for. Mark finally spoke; "You don't.. You don't like me?"

Your eyes shot up, "What? No, of course I like you, you're a great guy and–"

"—I mean, like-like. You don't have a crush on me?"

You paused, "I'm not here for me, Mark."

"Okay. But I like you, [Y/N]. I've literally liked you for so long," Mark asserted. He really did, and it disappointed him beyond belief when you revealed your intentions, "I thought that maybe you were here to say that you like me too.."

You were suprised without a doubt, but you didn’t feel as though it was right to express your honest thoughts, part of you told you that you’d be selfish by doing so. 

Mark took another step forward, taking your hands out of the fold, holding them softly while leaning his head down a bit to get you to look at him properly, “Stop being so selfless for a second. Just.. tell me; do you like me too?” 

You nodded, still trying to avoid looking at him, “Yeah. I like you too,” It was just above a whisper, but you knew Mark could hear it. 

“I’ll talk to Seoyoon, [Y/N]. She’ll understand. Seoyoon’s passionate, but she puts you before herself too,” Mark suggests and explains. He’s not wrong either. Mark placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head up to have you lock eyes with him. “I like you, [Y/N].”

You smiled softly at Mark, caressing your thumb on his hand, “I like you too.”

[kinq-tan]

✨ Fansign ✨

✨ Got7′s Mark Tuan x Non-binary!Reader ✨

✨ REQUESTED ✨

✨ Also note I’m not 100% sure how fan-signs work, and am still getting into writing once again so bear with me please! ✨

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✨ It was your first ever fansign, and to say the least, you were nervous. You were meeting your idols, and even more nervous because you were meeting someone you’ve crushed on and looked up towards.

Mark Tuan, the L.A boy himself, the boy with the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. 

Time flew, as you forgot you were on a bus on the way to the fansigns destination, a bunch of their many fans already flooding in taking their seats. You walked in with a shaky sigh, running a hand through your hair nervously as you looked around at everyone taking their seats. 

Luckily you spotted you seat, managing to get a front row seat despite how hard it is, practicing your information entering skills so you could have this chance! It sounds lame but trust me, it’s hella worth it if you get to be front row, and get to be one of the first people in the line to meet Got7.

You hastily took your seat in front of where the boys would be, and waited for what seemed like a while, when in reality it was only ten minutes.

“Hello and welcome to the Got7 Fansign, make sure you’re in your seats and the boys will be right out!” The staff yelled, a wide smile on her face as she watched the fans squeal and sit down, leaving to get the boys.

“Come and get it Got7!”

Let the chaos begin...

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You were third in line, and holy shit you were nervous, with the sounds of the squeals and excited giggles, the boys on the microphone, the only thing keeping you sane was seeing Mark smile, at one point he looked back at you when you were at Jinyoung and waved with that bright smile he has.

“Ah, so Mark’s your favorite out of us?” Jinyoung said with a soft smile, snapping you into reality only making you that much more nervous and flustered.

“Is it that obvious..?” You whisper to him, instantly taking his hands in yours when he offers. All he does is nod before speaking again, his smile never fading,

“Yeah, I noticed it when you were with Jackson, and with Yugyeom.” He laughs, swinging your arms, “Just go for it, whatever you’re planning, do it, he’s sure to love it.” Before you knew it, it was time for you to move on and sit in front of JB, then Bambam, and finally, Mark Tuan.

Your heart might as well be going at a million mile per hour, because holy damn when you sat down and looked him in the eyes, you were done for.

“Hey, you okay?” 

This is the fifth time today you were snapped into reality, but now it was with Mark.

“Y-yeah of course! Sorry, I just..” Deep breath, alright. 

You maneuvered and grabbed the small note in your pocket, with a small breath, handing it to him with not only your face, but your ears were red as well. You watched as he looked it over, his bright smile appearing on his face once again, man how you just want to pocket that smile for the hard days in life..

“Whats your name?” He finally asked, grabbing the album that you slid with you signing it,

“Oh, uhm, its (Y/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)!” You managed to smile out, blush still there but the nerves finally disappearing at the sound of his voice.

“Thats a sweet name, suits you a lot!” He hums, passing the album back, taking your hands in his. Man were his hands pretty, and so warm too! You couldn’t help but rub your thumb across the back of his hands, man you can feel the serotonin flowing through you just from this, you may hae a years worth of it from holding his hands.

“Thank you, but not as sweet as you Mark.” You manage to grin out, receiving another laugh from him, which by itself was pure music, the rest of the room now silent to you as you focused on Mark, and Mark alone.

Sadly, before you knew it, you were being ushered to go sit back down by the staff, a sad sigh escaping you,

“Well, I guess I’ll see you... Online I suppose.” You laugh, hands still attached to his as he nods, lifting one of your hands leading it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss leaving you melting, fans screaming in the background as he says his goodbye as well, letting you go.

As you got back to your seat, completely flushed you looked down at your album, only to be shocked at what you saw. Is that a phone number?

Mark Tuan’s phone number?

Before you knew it, you whipped out your phone putting in the number texting a simple ‘Hi’ before looking up, only to see Mark looking back, despite having a fan in front of him. His smile was bright, waving at you before bringing his attention back to the fan in front of him

‘Holy shit did I actually get this mans number?’ Was all you could repeat in your head, in complete awe when after the event, you had a text back with a few simple words that made you melt on the spot as you sat in your seat 

“Can I take you for dinner sometime if you’re interested? I want to get to know you better, and see you for a bit longer you seem super sweet (Y/N)!” 

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✨ Part two coming eventually? I think the fuck y e s-- ✨

[7ungmo]

Got7 reaction to bestfriend/fanboy confessing to them

JB ; Im Jaebum

Jaebum has had a lot of confessions from his fangirls, but never from the rare fanboys. It makes him a little underwhelmed and curious as to why, but he doesn’t question it further. It is not until you attend a fan-meet and confess to him with a letter where he’s just.. starstruck.

Mark ; Mark Tuan

You know your best-friend isn’t an actual jerk or anything, but that doesn’t stop you from getting nervous. You confess to him through text even though you guys are in the same room- hell, the same couch. He kicks your leg while blushing a little, unable to tease you as he would.

Mark: Why couldn’t you tell me with words! This is the millennial agenda.

Jackson ; Jackson Wang

Jackson flirts with all of his fanboys. Some are too shy to flirt back, others just cannot. He’s a little taken aback when you start flirting back with a lot of confidence. Inside perhaps you were having this whole monologue and all, but you’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks.

(Y/n): I have a crush on you!

Jackson: I have a crush on you too!

Jinyoung ; Park Jinyoung

Jinyoung saves you the trouble of confessing to him. He had heard you and Yugyeom talking about how and when you were going to do it, but he didn’t want to go though all of that interaction. Especially because you looked borderline uncomfortable and awkward.

Jinyoung: I suppose we’d better start planning for a date, huh?

Youngjae ; Choi Youngjae

Youngjae is so.. shocked to say the least. You hadn’t come out formally to him, so he was still a little bit in the dark about you liking guys. He takes a little bit of time processing before finally smiling.

Youngjae: I didn’t know you like men like that! We could’ve been together for the longest time, (Y/n)~~!

BamBam

Tell me Bambam wouldn’t get shy when a fan confesses to him with the whole “I brought my boyfriend to the fan-meet, and he’s right in front of me!” He hits your arm playfully while he’s laughing. God, that was so cheesy but he fell for it and for your face. It just looked overjoyed at his reaction.

Bambam: When are we having our date?

Yugyeom; Kim Yugyeom

Yugyeom is a little shaky when you ask him to sit down seriously. He thinks it’s about something severe and life changing, you are his best-friend and all. When you finally get out that you like him, he starts laughing nervously. That really cute high pitched laugh that Yugyeom has.

(Y/n): Why are you laughing?

Yugyeom: Because you’re so awkward it’s the cutest thing.

[ericbrainrot]

Idol: GOT7

Pairing: Mark Tuan x black! male reader!

Plot: Jackson and Youngjae drag Mark to a jazz club to hear a new jazz artist and falls hard for the guy. He soon becomes a regular and eventually builds the courage to ask him out only for the reader to ask him first.

The cool breeze from inside smacked the male in the face as he entered the building, it smelt like caramel. Which would be a delightful scent to him as he followed his friends to whatever section they wanted to sit at.

A jazz club, this was a new scene for Mark Tuan. He just wanted to stop hearing both Jackson and Youngjae bother him about attending the jazz club with them.

The lights that were once bright, were now dimmed as the chatter began to quiet down. Jackson nudged Mark's arm with a small smile, “You’re going to love him!” he whispered yell.

The red satin curtains slowly departed from each other, revealing an African American male. He had a low-cut fade as he wore a burgundy polo that seemed to be navy or black up around the collar area with burgundy and black plaid pants, and topped it off with black shoes.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, and non-binaries… Thank you for coming tonight. We’re here to announce our opening act [your name],” the owner spoke while everyone, including Mark himself, began to clap.

The applause stopped as the live band began the beat of the song he was going to sing. Mark was feeling the beat as he slowly nodded his head, it was when [your name] began to sing. It felt heavenly, he could feel his spirit leaving his body. His voice was beautiful, it wasn’t like any voice he’s heard. It intrigued him and was disappointed when he found out that he was done singing for the night.

“He was good huh?” Jackson nudged the male on his shoulder.

“Yeah…” Mark trailed off.

“He was amazing,” he added, his eyes following the male.

Once the curtains closed, the host came out and talked again before the next performer came. The three began to talk and catch up on life, and what they had planned for the week. The trio grabbed some food before they left the jazz club.

Mark couldn’t help but look back, he’d definitely be back for sure.

And he stuck to his word. Every day, Mark has shown up to the jazz club. Sometimes he’d come with Youngjae and Jackson, other days he’d be by himself. He felt as if [your name]’s voice was calling him here and he couldn’t help but fall for the guy.

[your name] noticed how Mark became a regular. It was pretty easy to recognize people who showed up more often, especially those who left pretty quickly too. Mark wasn’t aware that [your name] has been watching him as well, and how he found it cute. The way his eyes lit up each time he walked on the stage, the way he seemed a bit unhappy when he wasn’t on the stage, and the way he was hesitant to walk up to you. 

It was a bit of a shame because you were hoping that he'd find the confidence to come up. Then again, it was too early to try and judge him just yet. Maybe he will come up to you, and you had to continue being patient. Being patient did suck, but maybe it'll do you some justice. Today was your last stage, and you were hoping that he'd approach you. 

As always, Mark was the first person to walk through the door. He was always five minutes earlier than Youngjae and Mark. Sometimes, he'd come alone. Personally to you, it didn't matter. As long as he was here, your night was made. 

Watching from behind the curtain, you could see his eyes wandering around. It wouldn’t take long for you to open up with the debut of your new song, a song about two men who were in love, but weren’t aware. They were just waiting for the perfect timing.

“Alright, now it’s unfortunate to announce that this is [your name]’s last stage…” the owner spoke with a sigh.

“But he came fully prepared with a new song that’ll be in his debut EP soon!” and you walked out to the stage, grabbing the microphone in your hand.

As you began to sing, your eyes made their way to Mark. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him no matter how hard you tried, and his eyes were stuck on yours. Just like that, the song was over. Hearing everyone cheer, including Mark, made you happy.

While everyone patiently waited for the next act, you decided to walk over to the bar to grab a quick drink.

“[your name]?” the voice spoke.

“Hi,” you smiled, watching the male take a seat next to you.

“Your new song was amazing by the way, you have a sweet voice,” Mark scratched the back of his head with a slight chuckle.

“Thank you…” you trailed off, placing your drink down.

He was finally here, talking to you. Maybe you needed to shoot your shot, but who knows? What if he was here to shoot his shot? Then again, you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I was wonderin’ if you had any plans tomorrow?” you quickly added, looking at him.

“No, No I do not,” he answered, cheeks a bit red.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“Of course. I was actually planning to ask you out,” the two of you chuckled, looking at each other.

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

hi! i apologize that this took so long for me to write, i’ve been so busy. i hope that you enjoy this! <3

[vanillaknj]

got7 reaction to cumming just from your teasing

includes — sub!got7, gn!reader, teasing, choking, degrading, praise, marking, mentions of oversensitivity, size kink, manhandling, foreshadowed wall sex, etc.

a/n — i had ideas the moment i saw this get requested so i went ahead and made it! this was requested by @l-overless​ !

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes.

lim jaebeom

the stress of being the leader eventually dawned on him, and you were his stress reliever.

you were palming him through his jeans, and he was leaning into you and finally giving in and submitting to you.

his moans were muffled as he tucked his head into your neck, and allowed you to tease him. you didn’t notice how his moans got more frequent, as well as lower in pitch. he bucked his hips into your hand, melting into you as he cums.

you were surprised as well, but it should’ve been expected because of all the stress he’s been under. he’s shy and a bit embarrassed when he finally comes down, pulling away from you and immediately looking down.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, using a finger to tilt his head up. “i came too early.” he mutters. “this was a stress reliever for you, i don’t mind, beomie. come with me so you can change and everything.” you tell him, kissing him softly in reassurance.

mark tuan

choking had to be one of marks’ favorite things ever. something about you wrapping a hand around his neck and whispering dirty things into his ear got him going.

you knew how much he loved it, so what better thing to do than tease him?

your was was wrapped around his neck, and applying subtle pressure. his eyes closed as he listened to all the sinful things you were whispering. “you’re so pretty for me, mark? i bet you want me to absolutely ruin you…” you whisper using your other hand to reach down and palm him.

you were surprised to see how hard he was from your simple actions, but continued nevertheless. “hard already? such an obedient little toy for me, angel.” you murmur. he whimpers and groans at your words, and before you know it, you felt him cum.

“you really are a toy; this makes me want to ruin you even more.” you mutter, removing your hand from his neck to unclasp the button of his pants. “please…”

jackson wang

jackson was an absolute sucker for your praise. he loved hearing you tell him he was good for you, or when you praised him after certain things.

this wasn’t any different, jackson was horny, but he didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to help him. the sensitivity was getting him though because the only thing he was thinking of was you.

it didn’t help that you were praising him for how good he looked during his ‘not by the moon’ performances. “seunnie, you looked so sexy during these performances, your voice sounds amazing here, too.” you gush as you watch him on the tv, placing a hand on his thigh.

he was clenching his thighs together, and was red-faced from all the praise you were telling. you stopped in the midst of your talking where you heard jackson whimper, and saw his thighs trembling.

“oh, baby, you should’ve told me. let me help you out.” you whisper, scooting closer once you see the darkened fabric on his pants.

park jinyoung

jinyoung was a brat, no doubt about it. therefore, you needed to be able to over power him because he’d love to challenge you and push your buttons.

he got off on you being able to manhandle him and put him in his place.

“you little brat. i’m the one in charge here, and i think you need a little lesson on where you belong.” you muttered in your ear as you pushed him towards the wall. “i don’t think you’re strong enough to do that.” he challenges with triumph in his voice.

your eyes turn dark, and the next thing he knows, he’s being pushed against the wall with his ass facing you, and hands flat against the wall.

you being rough with him made him feel so small and sensitive. his breaking point was when you reach around to grip his cock. his mouth hung open at the sheer pain and pleasure you provided, and before he knew it he was coming in his pants.

“woah…” he whispers, still slightly trembling. “you’re still getting your punishment, darling…”

choi youngjae

youngjae had incredibly sensitive thighs, and you continuously touching and teasingly was bound to make him sensitive.

he whimpered in submission when your hands roamed his inner thighs, squeezing them. soft whimpers leave his mouth as you continue, closing his eyes and he rolls his hips towards your hands.

“y-y/n please…” he whispers, thighs trembling under your grasps. “please what, baby? i haven’t even done anything yet.” you tease.

he surprises you when his hips push against your hands more, and his hands move to grasp your wrists, whimpering and whining as he came in his pants.

“oh my gosh…” he whispers, hips still stuttering. “sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. you’re reaching for the button on his pants, and he moans when your hands graze over his cock. “hm, we still aren’t done here, baby.”

bambam

bambam got off to you treating him like a slut. he had his bratty moments, and loved it when you degraded him and pushed him around. he has a size kink too, loving it when you dominated him to show him who he belonged to.

you had him pushed against a wall, hands pulled over his head with your knee pressed between his legs. he was ultra sensitive, and he grinded down on your knee for any relief he could get.

“you love acting like a slut, don’t you? grinding and flirting with everyone you see like a whore, hm?” you tease, dropping your head to kiss and nip at his neck. “wanted you to be rough-“ he whispers, voice shaky as he pushes his hips towards your knee harder than before.

“you’re getting what you wanted then.” you murmur, gripping his hip with your vacant hand. he squirms under your grasp for a few moments, and with a loud moan of your title, his head fell back against the wall and you felt the warmth of his cum spread over your thigh.

“i’m really going to ruin you now, sweetheart.”

kim yugyeom

yugyeom’s favorite thing for you to do with him was hiss his neck. his neck was incredibly sensitive, so you sucking on it was bound to affect him.

his moans were like music to your ears as you sucked continuously on his sweet spot. “y-y/n…” he whispers, crossing his legs together.

“hm, babyboy?” you murmur against his skin, and he moans even louder when he feels you marking a hickey directly over his most sensitive spot.

that was his breaking point, and he didn’t even expect it himself when he came, filling his underwear with his cum. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” you tell him with a smirk. “i still need help…” he whispers, hiding his blushing face. “then let me help you.”

[jalapeno-princess]

Give It a Try

Mark Tuan X Male Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Genre: Fluffy with a tiny bit of angst

Summary: You and Mark have been tip toeing around each other’s feelings for the last few months but that’s because you’re afraid to give him your all. However, after coming to the conclusion that he genuinely cares for you and wants to take things further between the two of you, you no longer see the point in preventing things to blossom in to something beautiful.

A/N: This was requested by @xavi-in-kpopland​ this is actually my first time writing a male x male story so I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it doesn’t reach your expectations :( but thank you again for requesting! (Based on the song Fire by the Pointer Sisters)

I'm ridin' in your car You turn on the radio You're pullin' me close I just say no I say I don't like it But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh FireLate at night You're takin' me home You say you want to stay I say I want to be alone I say I don't love you But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh Fire

“I can feel you looking at me. You’re not exactly discreet about it Mark. Stop that. You’re supposed to keep your eyes on the road. If we die tonight because you can’t keep your eyes off of me, I’ll kill you.” His adorable high pitch laughter that you loved yet hated so much because of the effect it had on you echoed throughout his car and overpowered the playlist of songs he claimed reminded him of you. 

The two of you had just finished watching the new Keanu Reeves movie that recently came out and Mark’s been begging you to go and see it with him as soon as he saw the movie poster posted up at the mall. At first, you rejected him just to play around with him but deep down you knew you were going to give in to him. You’d do anything for the beautiful boy behind the wheel; he meant a lot to you. More than you wanted to admit out loud to him and even to yourself. 

You enjoyed playing hard to get; something about knowing that the most admired and desired guy on campus having eyes for nobody else but you sent fire to your bones. You knew you had Mark hooked, but you wanted to make sure he was in it for the long run and that his intentions were pure. The last thing you needed was for the most popular guy in school to dump you like you were nothing and leave you in the dust, making you look like the biggest loser at your university. 

To your dismay, the more time you spent with him, the faster you began losing your resolve; but it was inevitable. You and Mark have been fooling around with one another for almost four months now. There was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he would’ve left a long time ago if he didn’t have at least some kind of romantic feelings for you and you were well aware that Mark was where you kept your heart. It took you a while to accept your feelings for him, but you loved Mark. 

Although some people may consider it too early to really know how far your feelings went for him, when it’s love you just know. There was a warm feeling in your chest every time you’d spend time with him and once he would drop you back to your apartment, you were left feeling empty and counted down the hours until you got to see him again. You wanted to wait it out a little bit more to see that he was worth risking your heart for. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. No; in the last four months, he’s shown you nothing but kindness, support, patience and generosity. 

He helped you learn to love who you were and to embrace your sexuality. It’s just that you’ve been hurt a few times in the past by assholes who thought it would be funny to pretend that they too were interested in guys knowing that you were one of the only people who genuinely did not care if everyone knew your gender preference when it came to your significant other. Knowing who he was and who his friends were, you were afraid to let Mark in your life the day he approached you in your religion class asking you for help. 

All the girls in your class were extremely obvious about their attraction for him and you couldn’t blame them; he was indescribably good looking and quite the charmer. But from what you heard through the grapevine, Mark had no interest in girls. There were days where you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like getting to date him, hold hands with him, go on cute little dates with him and to kiss those plump lips of his; but that’s all you had thought would happen. 

If someone were to tell you months ago that you’d be in a complicated relationship with Mark, you’d laugh in their face. You didn’t know when your tutoring sessions turned in to meeting up with him to get food at two in the morning, or cuddling with him while he played video games over at your apartment, but it was in those moments where you’d find yourself questioning the status of your relationship with the older boy. The two of you were more than friends but less than lovers and you knew it was because you weren’t ready to take things further just yet. 

If you were to put a title on what you and Mark were, you had a feeling things would only go downhill from there and you didn’t want to lose him before you could really enjoy being with him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him hesitantly moving his hand towards your lap; something he always did whenever you’d go on drives together. Most of the time, you’d swat his hand away even if you wanted nothing more than to intertwine your hands together. There were days where you allowed him to hold your hand or to even pull you in to his embrace, but for the most part you would always push him away the second you felt his touch. 

Whenever you’d see him flush in embarrassment from the rejection, you felt a pain in your chest and you hated being so rash towards him. Especially because he treated you as if you were the most delicate flower. Sooner or later, you were going to have to give in to him before he finally gave up on this frustrating game of car and mouse. You had a huge feeling he was probably getting tired of how cold you would act towards him but not once did he complain or force you to do something you didn’t want to which was what you admired about him the most. 

Unfortunately, for the last few days your mind has been all over the place. You couldn’t help but overthink that the longer you kept pushing Mark away and prevented things from blossoming between the two of you, that he would soon grow tired and find someone who was willing to treat him the way he deserved. Mark could get anybody he wanted; this you knew was true and you didn’t know why he settled for someone like you, but you weren’t going to continue to push him away. Tonight, you planned on allowing whatever it was going between you and Mark; a fling of some sorts turn in to whatever it is that he wanted for the two of you.

 Since he didn’t seem like he was going to initiate anything, you reached over the console and pulled his hand on to your lap before intertwining your fingers together. Seeing his breath hit at your sudden movement made you smile softly to yourself. Was this man really going to be twenty-seven years old in a couple of months? Sometimes you’d forget how old Mark really was because of how childlike he’d act around you. 

“Are you—is everything okay?” His question caused you to look at him in curiosity. 

“I’m fine. Oh—are you not okay with this?” As you were about to pull your hand away, he tugged on it all but gently and brought yours hands up to his lips before placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Your heart rate began increasing as soon as you felt his lips on your skin; in the few moments that he’d kiss you, whether they were chaste kisses against your cheek or passionate, steamy make out sessions, any moment spent with his lips on any one of your body parts sent your body in flames. 

“No no—I’m okay with this—more than okay. Trust me. I just—I’m not used to you initiating things like this. You’re always so quick to push me away, so it’s taking a little longer for me to get used to your clingy side—ow! When did you become so strong? Just wait till we park y/n, you’re going to regret that.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes and squeezed his hands as you turned your attention back to the road. “Ooooh, I’m so scared.” His little giggle at your sarcasm made you blush. God, this man was going to be the death of you. 

“Hey y/n do you—would it be okay if—ah, never mind.” When it was just the two of you, Mark would always be so shy and soft spoken sometimes. It wasn’t something you were used to, even after months of getting to know the real him. The Mark that nobody else got to see. To the world; his friends, your professors and fellow classmates, Mark was an extremely outgoing, talkative and an all-around guy. He had this aura about him; a kind of confidence that made people gravitate toward him. 

He portrayed himself to be such a dominant and superior individual but when it was just the two of you, he could turn in to the biggest ball of fluff. Although he didn’t say it, he never had to. It was obvious that Mark was whipped for you, and you were hoping by the end of tonight you’d prove to him that you felt the same exact way. 

“What is it?” Once he got to a stoplight, he turned and looked at you with an unidentifiable look on his face before shrugging indifferently. “Is it alright if I come over tonight? I kinda don’t want to let you go just yet.” You could tell it took him a lot of courage to ask you something he knew you’d probably say no to. Hearing that he wanted to spend more time with you sent warmth to your cheeks. How could you say no to him knowing that he wanted to stay with you just a little while longer? Especially because you had an idea of what was going to happen as soon as you both reached your place. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m actually kinda tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Oh—uh—yeah, sure. That’s fine.” His nose sullen demeanor pulled at your heartstrings and you found yourself reaching over to humorously pinch his cheek. 

“I’m fucking with you Mark. Of course you can come over. You can even stay the night if you’re too tired to drive home. I washed your clothes from the last few times.” He nodded in agreement and the small grin that was slowly growing on his face from the change in your tone caused you to mirror his expression. Just a couple of minutes later, he was pulling up to your apartment and ran over to your side to open the door for you. It was his actions that proved to you that he harbored romantic feelings for you and it always made you feel almost childlike. 

You couldn’t explain the way Mark made you feel. But all you knew, was that nobody else has ever made you feel so important, so needed; wanted—loved and it scared you because you were sure nobody ever could. He helped you out of the passenger seat and grabbed at your hand; not giving you any time to process anything before pulling you towards the lobby. 

Out of all the skin ship the two of you shared, holding hands with Mark had to be your favorite. He had such pretty fingers; they were so long and skinny and his hand practically swallowed your tiny ones whole. You always felt so safe with him and you could feel the confession of love for him at the tip of your tongue. When he saw you walking towards the elevators, he let out a snicker and you rolled your eyes; you knew exactly what he was laughing at from past experiences and you weren’t having it. 

“What now Tuan?”

“Nothing—it’s nothing—you live on the second floor yet you always take the elevator. You are the definition of lazy—what the hell do you do in your free time? Bench press your television? Your biceps are getting bigger and your punches are harder—okay I’ll stop. I just thought it was cute but fine—be an asshole.” 

The bickering stopped right as you reached your apartment and you made your way in with Mark trailing right behind you. He’s been over to your place a few times, so he knew where everything was and he even had a few of his things scattered throughout your apartment. A couple of his jackets were in your closet, he had a pair of shoes on the shoe rack and there was his shampoo and body wash in your shower. You knew he wouldn’t leave all his things over at your place if you were just someone he was messing around with. 

“Thirsty?” He shook his head in disagreement before throwing himself on your couch and turning on the television. You on the other hand wanted to give yourself some time to prepare what you were going to tell him. 

Mark, I love you. You mean a lot to me. I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time these last few months but thank you for not giving up on me—us these last few months. I’m ready now. I’m yours if you’ll have me. 

You wanted to say it all, but you felt as if you were going to throw up just thinking about it. “Hurry up over there, I’m lonely.” You took in a deep breath before making your way back in to the living room. 

It was now or never y/n, whatever happens, happens. 

If he didn’t end up feeling the same way, then you could just kick him out and pretend as if none of this happened but deep down you knew there was no way you could ever forget this; forget him. There was no way. Mark was tattooed on your heart and etched in to parts of your soul that you were so scared of what would happen to you if he were to end your relationship. You took a seat at the end of the couch, giving yourself some space away from him but he wasn’t having it. He got up from his spot on the couch to reach out for you and pulled you on top of his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he placed his chin on top of your shoulder. 

No matter how many times you’d find yourself in this position with him, you could never stop the blush that always seemed to grow on your cheeks at the close proximity. 

“Mark.” He hummed in curiosity against your neck and waited for your response before saying anything. “Can I ask you something?” The nod against your cheek made you giggle; his stubble tickled as it rubbed against your recently shaved skin. 

“What are we? Better yet, what am I to you. Like—what do I mean to you?” Feeling him pull away as soon as those words fell from your lips worried you. You knew it was too good to be true. There was no way Mark could ever look at you in the way that he wanted to. Tears were brimming at your eyelids and you were so upset with yourself from ruining things. Right as you were about to try and take back what you had just asked, you were being thrown on to the couch as he roughly brought his lips to yours. He brought his hands up to your face and cupped both of your cheeks; his mouth felt hot on yours as he molded your lips together perfectly. 

His kisses never failed to send your body to flames and it felt as if electricity was running through your veins. Mark deepens the kiss; his lips were chapped but tasted like fried chicken and beer; a combination you were used to seeing how that was his favorite food and alcoholic beverage pairing. He licked and sucked on both your top and bottom lips before he brought your tongue in between his teeth. To your dismay, he pulled away to catch his breath and placed his forehead against yours while plopping himself on top of you. 

“Mark, get off of me! You’re so heavy you ass—“

“You’ve never complained about being a bottom before—will you stop hitting me? Why aren’t you this physical in bed? Anyways, before you ruin the mood with your brash commentary, if it wasn’t already obvious, I have feelings for you and to sum it all up, I love you. I know why you’re afraid of love and I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, but you can trust me. I hope you know that and I hope you do or at least plan on learning how to. My feelings for you are sincere. I don’t know exactly when my little crush on you turned in to this beautiful thing called love, but I love the effect it has on me. I love the effect you have on me. You mean so much to me y/n and if you give me the chance, I’d love to be yours. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.” 

He brought his pinky out to yours and you looked up at him to make sure his expressions matched his words. You stole a kiss from the corner of his mouth and twisted your pinkies together. 

“Okay. Let’s do this.” You tried to push him off of you but he gave you a knowing look and made it even harder for you to try and escape.

“Mark—“

“You didn’t tell me how you feel yet. You’re not going anywhere baby. I know you love me too, you just have to say it.” Hearing the term of endearment was going to take some getting used to, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how it sounded coming from his pretty lips.

“Wow, cocky aren’t we? Bold of you to assume that I love you. Where’d you get that idea?”

“I don’t know if you are aware of this, but when you doze off sometimes you murmur things. Maybe it’s your conscience but I swear I heard you confessing what I’m assuming is your feelings for me, how thankful you are for me and how you’d love to be mine—“ you covered his mouth to prevent anything else from coming out and hid your face in the crook of his neck to prevent him from seeing how crazy he was driving you. 

“Whatever! I love you! There? You happy? Oh, and I just—before I say anything this is going to be the only time I’m ever going to say sappy shit so listen closely. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you for being so patient with me and not running away no matter how much of a dick I was. You mean the world to me Mark and I really don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I hope that getting to love you every day is enough to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me in the last few months. You’re amazing, and I love you.” He grinned down at you and you could feel butterflies growing in your tummy the longer he looked at you with so much love and adoration. 

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that. Now kiss me.”

You had a hold on me right from the start A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart My nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart stays cool

Well, Romeo and Juliet Samson and Delilah Baby you can bet A love they couldn't deny My words say split But my words they lie 'Cause when we kiss, ooh Fire

Ooh fire Hot kisses like fire Burn me up with fire I like what you're doin' now, Fire Touchin' me with fire Touchin' me, burnin me with fire Take me home Fire Kisses like fire

[kcake555]

Mark Tuan cake 🍰

Got7

[nobodyeverasked]

00:00; mark tuan

(6293 words) - large

summary - there’s one small second where the world holds its breath. In that second, you feel okay.

Y/N tried to withstand the symphonies of the sunlight lulling him to sleep as he pinched himself through his sweatshirt sleeve and squinted at the projector ahead of him, really debating why he took Art History for the third year in a row despite how much he hated it. He needed the credit for his internship program in the summer, but he didn’t know he was going to have to withstand this kind of torment. 

He let his sighs dissolve into the pages of his textbooks which piled up his heavy eyes and tried to focus on the man gesturing enthusiastically at a black and white picture of a historic art figure Y/N swore he saw two slides ago. Professor Cross was a tall, gaunt man with nothing in his wardrobe other than those sweater vests that were so washed out of their colour Y/N almost sympathised with them. They looked like they were tired of his lessons too; the threads bouncing around his writhing arms looking like they wanted to rip themselves off and hide away in the nearest washing machine. Y/N thanked them for staying on, though, he ran out of eyebleach when he had to sit through an entire presentation by the junkies behind him on why erotica is the pinnacle of artistry and how modern interpretation and segregational stigmatism is the bane of humanity.

Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t stay awake for that one either.

He almost gave into the sleepiness that pulled at his eyes and weighed down his shoulders until a head leaned onto his, and heard a dramatic huff he knew all too well. He combed those famous brown and blonde box-braids out of his face and turned to face the one person in this entire college he didn’t entirely dislike. Gloria Antoine. One of the only people that was there to dash to his front door and cook some month-old ramen from the back of his pantry and be there to hear his rants that seemed to only surface under the veil of the moonlight. 

“Remind me why this is important…?” Gloria groaned and Y/N struggled to hide a chuckle in his sleeves. “I’m like, I get it, but why…?”

“You don’t find Cezanne’s works transcendent?” Y/N poked Gloria’s cheek before she lifted her head off his shoulder. “I wonder if Mcdonalds is still hiring?”

Gloria stifled a cackle and they both looked forward to the screen, letting the whispers of their laughter flutter around them and fuel the flames that lay smouldered under his fingertips. Y/N turned his hand over, the memories of the night prior still ingrained in his mind, still blessing every beat of his heart that pounded at the thought of the guy that made every second they spent together - in and out of each other’s arms - so special. Mark Tuan. He remembers the knot of devotion tied between them as they laid back on the hood of Mark’s mustang and looked at the canopies of ivory stars that gleaned like spotlights and spilled on their skin. He remembers Mark taking his lips with his own and the cold metal under them rendering itself useless. Mark was the arms of sanctuary that wound around his waist and would never let go. The feeling of safety and freedom, the moments that made Y/N feel like a bird soaring through a cloudless heaven.

 Mark was his everything, the vows of affection that tumbled out of them on their lazy Fridays, the sheets between them that scorched their bodies and drowned them in the waves of their own admiration. He was almost too good to be true sometimes. He sometimes felt so unworthy to feel the heat under Mark’s fingertips, to be scorched by the skin that runs so sweet under his tongue, like the stars under Mark’s skin always shone too bright, were always too beautiful for Y/N’s skies whenever they aligned.

Even so, he couldn’t wait for the bell to sound so he could fall into Mark’s embrace, drown himself in the haze of coffee and cherries that always reminds him of the clementine skies they shared on rooftops together, brings him back to when they had the golden sunlight carve out their leather-studded kisses in the sands.

Their nights draped in the Shanghai moonlight are all just a blur now, blissful memories that hang on the edge of their tongues-

The bell sent Y/N careening out of his trance and up to the students that scrambled for the exit, hoping to escape the clutches of black coffee are boredom that swelled in the room like pungent stench. He could hear Gloria whoop before jumping out of her seat and tossing her back over her shoulder, barely able to contain her excitement for the fact that this lesson was finally over. She tugged at Y/N’s arm, gesturing her head to the door and Y/N followed her out, the stiff smile he held out to Professor instantly falling off his face as he stepped through the doorway like a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He followed Gloria to her locker where her friends waited there expectantly, tapping away at their phones to distract themselves from the concept of socialization. Abbey - the blond one…? He didn’t remember - greeted Gloria with a hug and an avalanche of words came tumbling from their lips, frantic chatter taking over their small circle. Y/N just leaned onto the lockers behind them, taking in all of the latest ‘tea’ Abbey had to spill, wishing he could take in the melodies of his midnight conversations with Mark instead. Gloria snatched him down from the clouds of euphoria that began to swallow him up and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, bringing him back into the circle and turning him towards a new girl that he somehow didn’t notice stepping into their conversation. The shy hunch in her shoulders and the demure shimmers in her hazel eyes danced in the amber sunlight contorting to the busting chatter going on around them.

Was she Abbey…? Or was she Britney…? He didn’t remember, and he genuinely didn’t know if he wanted to care.

“Hey Y/N, this is Stella, she’s new here and I met her in my Bio class.” Gloria gestured towards the girl whose eyes were taken over with a flourish of confidence as she heard Y/N’s name.

“This is Y/N?” Stella’s smile was weirdly wide and brilliant. Y/N just smiled back awkwardly, Gloria’s arm that comfortingly wound around his shoulders failing to shed the shivers of awkwardness that slithered down his spine. “You’re the one that’s dating Mark, right?” Stella stepped closer, he could see the brilliance of admiration shine in her eyes, light up her smile. The same light which ignited every one of Mark’s laughs as they swayed in their living room,  the light that wound around them and dyed their most cherished memories, the light that was caught between their lips as they sealed their kisses in their indigo night. “Oh my God, Mark Tuan… I’m sad he transferred schools, he’s so hot.” Gloria could feel Y/N tense up and opened her mouth to cut in, but Y/N stopped her with a shrug.

“Yeah, he’s pretty amazing.”

“I know we just met, but I’m gonna be honest with you Y/N. Just for the one-time.” Stella building up her statement didn’t help the blissful toxins that bloomed under the violet tapestries of Mark’s admiration adorning Y/N’s chest from running bitter like as and stinging with regret. “I have no idea how you copped that. You’re lucky as hell.”

“Well, Mark’s pretty lucky too, Stella. Y/N can actually stay awake in art history.”

“Thanks Gloria…” Y/N shook his head. Gloria was always there to be his hype-woman when he needed her. “It’s not that impossible, right?” He turned back to Stella, trying not to let the doubts that boiled in his stomach and spilled out in smokescreens in his mind leech into his resolve too much. Y/N forced down a frown, trying not to snarl in the face of Stella’s unyielding persistence to make his kisses on mark’s skin feel paper thin, feel stone cold, like the paradise in his hands that Mark said was always there was nothing but a mirage.

“I mean-”

Gloria slammed her locker closed with a nudge of her knee and whipped her head towards Stella. “Thanks for the Ted Talk, Stella, but Y/N and I need to get going. I’ll see you girls tomorrow.” She didn’t pull back the punch of her glare into Stella’s hazel eyes as she nudged Y/N around the corner, taking his hand and escaping the estrogen-fest that did nothing but beat Y/N down. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We were vibing in Bio, I don’t know what happened.” Gloria shifted her gaze over to Y/N, his resolve crumbling in one defeated sigh. Y/N tried to focus on the clicking of Gloria’s heels against the white tile floors of the hallway before pushing his words past his teeth.

“It’s okay, Gloria.” He tried not to let her words bite too deep into his skin, to keep the stars under his skin that would always wait to align with Mark’s from fading in the whirlwinds of Stella’s words that kept Y/N with his fist clenched in his pocket and the hold on his textbook tightened to his chest. “How did I get a man like Mark? He’s literally everything, and I’m just a guy with a seventy average and a dream laid to waste..” Y/N stopped walking, gaze trained to the shine in the freshly waxed floors and the reflection of his eyes that held too many questions and not enough answers. Gloria froze where she stood and snapped her head to her best friend, someone usually so confident, so in love with themselves in others, now his voice was barely above a whisper fading in their breaths that echoed in their silence. She grabbed his shoulders, and brought his gaze up to hers, looking at him with a wildfire of determination lapping at her dark brown eyes.

“Hey, I know it’s been hard cause everyone seems to have a hard-on for comparing you two just because you’re dating, which sucks. Stella sucks. But you’re the best and you deserve to know it, okay? He’s so lucky to have you, because you’re so dedicated to him and me and us and you, and you’re so loyal. You’re beautiful, okay? You’re beautiful and talented and amazing.” Neveah took an exaggerated breath, a smile beginning to frame her lips as Y/N’s chuckles resonated between them. “Don’t-”

“Ah! Y/N! I’m glad you’re still here!” Y/N and Gloria turned their heads to the monotone voice they’ve grown to fear. It was Professor Cross, walking up to them and waving his arm above his head. 

“Can’t catch a break, huh?” Gloria and Y/N let their laughter fade into the evening air. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, and coffees on me.”

“Six shots of espresso or I’m suing.”

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.” Gloria wrapped him up in a hug before scampering towards the exit.

“Y/N!” Professor Cross called again despite their distance. Y/N tried not to scrunch his nose as he could smell the coffee and disappointment in his Professor’s breath, wedging his teeth into his lip as he suspected the hundreds of things that this could be about. He knows that he’s been falling behind, the worries and stress that riddled his mind like a plague and withered his willpower leaving him to stare at his essays with nothing but doubt, nothing but his knowing that he’ll never be smart like Mark. His favourite moments with Mark were when that didn’t matter, when knowing complex historical milestones or bisecting segments on invisible squares never came spilling from their lips like their vows of affection did. “We need to talk about your marks in my class…”

“I-I know, Professor Cross, I’m in a slump right now but the summative will bring my mark up, I’ve been working on a piece-”

“I know, I know, but I didn’t expect you to hit a slump, Y/N. You’re one of the most enthusiastic students in my class. Granted, it’s art history, that’s not saying a lot, but I was surprised when I got the numbers for your last few tests. You know, I thought Mark would have a better influence on you, after all. He was always first in my classes.” Professor Cross tried to joke around, tried to bring some hollow laughter into the stale air trudging between them, but he knew he took it too far. He could see the fluorescent lights above chipping away at Y/N’s resolve, the hands clutching his anthro textbook gripping onto the spine. Y/N’s gaze shifted to everywhere except on the professor, deep breaths drying his throat and weakening his forced smile.

“I know, Mark’s smart, he used to be the top in the class, he’s been making art, fixing cars and changing the world, I know…” Y/N tried to wring the sweat out from his hands, doing his best to not let the sunlight streaming from the classroom windows to scratch into his skin too much. “I know, he’s the best, I know…” Y/N only shied away as Mr. Cross took a step closer. “I’ll get my grades up, I promise, I’ll try hard.”

“Y/N-”

“Have a good night, Professor…” Y/N could barely raise his gaze up from the ground, the weight of his professor's words dragging down on his shoulders and keeping his breath lodged into his throat. He turned away without a second thought and barely spared a glance towards his Art History professor before whipping himself around the corner of the nearest doorway. He needed to escape, he needed to escape from the spotlight that burned into his head and constantly sung his inadequacies into his ears  whenever he let his mind wander. This was no swansong that so easily fell from between Mark’s lips, and this light was not the ivory whisper of the starlight that would alway drape over their entwined fingers. 

He tried not to let his inner thoughts consume him as he made it to the main gates, the smokescreen of his doubts boiling, bubbling under the breath he finally let out as the amber sunlight followed in his footsteps to the main courtyard of the campus.

*

Mark leaned against the side of his car, playing with the edge of his sleeve as he waited for Y/N in the front of the parking lot, bathing in the amber sunlight streaming from the golden sky. It’s been a few months of this routine, picking Y/N up and heading home to bask in the fires of their admiration together, and Mark could not get enough of it. Seeing Y/N’s tired smile bloom as they sat next to each other in the front, the lazy kisses and intertwined fingers making them grateful his windows were tinted. Mark couldn’t get enough of it, he wanted more, just to take Y/N in and all of the wonder that spilled out from between those beautiful lips - heaven’s gates - the edge that their secrets used to tremble on and now free fall into the oceans of their trust, their love.

He couldn’t help but beam as he saw Y/N finally scamper out of the entrance to his design college, but he didn’t notice Y/N’s shifting gaze and the dejection weighing on his shoulders. Mark only focused his gaze on Y/N’s eyes that seemed to sparkle in the gilded sunlight and his skin that glowed under the golden skies, his lips that always wrenched his gaze on them and reminded them of how sweet they tasted under his tongue and between his teeth. The stories they told, they could go on and on and he could spend hours listening to what they had to say. That head of hair still singed by his wandering hands and burning touch where he could bury his worries, and revel in the softness that he tangled between his fingers. Those shoulders he would wrap his arms around and feel the tides of their cherry chapstick crash on the shores of their adoration, the shores like those beaches they burned black with the circles they danced in the sands. 

“Hey, baby.” Mark wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and kissed the top of his head, lips trailing down to his cheeks and waiting, longing to paint his skin in tapestries of their compassion. Y/N just hid his face in Mark’s hands, eyes taking sudden interest in the pebbles on the concrete. “How were classes today?” Mark cradled Y/N’s cheeks between his hands and kissed his lips, his smile slowly fading as the one that shone behind Y/N’s pressed lips didn’t budge. “What happened? Did Mrs. Fletching go on about why colour theory is JUST A THEORY, A COLOUR THEORY!” 

Mark nudged Y/N’s chin up and pecked his lips, unknowing of the judging stares and jealous glares that dug into Y/N’s back and ripped out his spine Mortal Kombat style.

“Something like that…'' Y/N’s lips finally budged with a shrivelled whine, his head leaning onto Mark’s chest, hoping that his leather jacket and beautiful hands could hide him from his own shame and the girls that he knew were whispering about him by the library entrance. Y/N’s smile always sweetened the sparks that ignited between their teeth, and Mark wants to get that blissful glow under Y/N’s cheeks again. “Can we just head home?”

“Of course baby.” Mark opened the door for Y/N and then wound around the front to head in himself. “Do you want to talk about what happened? I really like your smile and…” Mark paused, trying to choose his words carefully so the heavy silence practically crushing the car could feel just a bit lighter. “I haven’t been seeing it a lot nowadays, you know I’d do anything to see you smile.” Mark caressed Y/N’s cheek, seeing a weak smile spread across his baby’s lips made him feel a tiny bit better, at least the words spun like silk from his lips could always make Y/N feel safe. He meant every word and wanted Y/N to know that.

“Maybe later? I just wanna get out of these tight-ass jeans and sleep…” Y/N shrunk back in the seat, with Mark’s touch melting from his cheeks and smoothing across his hands, the demons thrashing about in the pits of his stomach made and making him question his worthiness of such a man. A man who smiles in Y/N’s adversity… 

I don’t deserve him, Y/N thought as they pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

*

Y/N sat on the couch, doodling on his tablet, one of Mark’s many sweatshirts that found their way into his closet on his body. Mark couldn’t resist the way Y/N looked in his clothes, the scent of coconut and lavender staining all of his shirts and the admiration that dripped down their necks in the nights under the moon drenching the collar of everything he put on. It was the smell of home to him, the touch of home to him, the feeling of home to him. Y/N’s fingers between his, the coffee flavoured kisses starting every one of their slow mornings. He shuffled over from the other side of the couch, raising to his knees to tower of Y/N’s huddled form and looked to the tablet to see what masterpiece he was conjuring on that screen this time. He played with Y/N’s hair, kissing his forehead and stroking his arms before scrunching his nose at Y/N’s focus on the brilliant screen between his hands.

“Y/N~” Mark kissed Y/N’s nose, earning the cutest little squeal he has ever heard in his life. “What d’you want for dinner…?” Mark straddled Y/N’s legs, playing with the hand that wasn’t vigorously scribbling on the screen with his stylus. Y/N leaned forward - eyes finally off that screen - to press his forehead to Mark’s. His big baby. Sometimes, in moments like these with the evening sunlight draped over their shoulders and the gleam of their smiles taken between their lips, he feels like he deserves this. Sometimes he deserves Mark, the most caring, affectionate, optimistic and beautiful man he’s ever met. But it just takes one day, one thing, one word to break that all down, to tell him he’s not worth him, not worth anything. The sting of his classmates’ glares still burned into his skull, etched themselves into his memories every time he and Mark kissed. 

Maybe they were right - he thought. Maybe… 

“Uhm~” Y/N sang into Mark’s skin, the fingers tracing the lines in his palm and the body inching itself between his thighs breaking his melody a little. His heart burned for Mark, longed for him, but did he deserve a man like that to fester the flames? To ignite the weathered stars under his skin? Sometimes when he ran his hand through Mark’s hair or listened to the symphonies of his precious heartbeats on the nights that used to leave him sleepless, he could feel his skin burn. Not with the sparks that writhe between their sweat-soaked chests, but with a toxin of those doubts that leech into every hesitant kiss he plants. “How about pizza?”

“Sounds good to me.” “You wanna come?”

“I think I’ll stay here, gotta get some stuff ready.”

“My hero.” “Turning on netflix and everything.”

“I know, superman was found jobless.”

“You’re everything superman wishes he was.” Mark headed to the door with a parting kiss Y/N wanted to last forever, until the sunset bled black. “And so much more~”

“I don’t deserve you.” Y/N widened his eyes as he realized what tripped over his tongue, he hoped Mark didn’t read into that too much. 

“You deserve the world, baby.” Mark hummed into the coffee-stained air of their house before slipping out the door, making sure to send a wink Y/N’s way. The scarlet in Y/N’s cheeks bit into his skin. He wanted it to feel good, the way Mark’s sweet nothings made his cheeks burn like wildfire. But so many voices in his head, Stella, Professor Cross, that one teacher that constantly calls him Mark’s boyfriend. They all started screaming, voices in his head that tore the feeling of Mark’s lips from his skin. 

As the door shut and Y/N sighed into the haze of silence settling in the house, he just let the voices twist and echo in his head and rip into his heart. He let them stifle the flames stoked between the symphonies of their twilight, he let them wash away the footprints in strawberry sands and make the coral sunlight that melts on their skin on those summer nights they’ll always cherish submerge him in pools of guilt.

“I don’t deserve you…”

*

Mark stumbled through the front door, kicking off his shoes with a stagger and proceeding into the surprisingly dark house. Pizza boxes in one hand, house keys in the other, he stalked into the kitchen with a cocked eyebrow. He presumed Y/N may have been napping, but he knows Y/N hates having all the lights off. Mark learned his mistake the last time they did that during one of their many journeys to thwart the waning moonlight together, Y/N in Mark’s arms as they tried their best to keep their eyes on a horror movie Mark said would be ‘just fine~’. He could still remember the popcorn they had to clean off their carpet and the nails that dug into his arms. Neither of them slept that night, but at least they had their midnight conversations and entwined grins to help ignite the starlight between them and ease the nerves that rumbled through their nervous laughter.

He sighed at the memory, still feeling the cinders of their admiration staining his fingertips as he dusted off his hands and walked towards the bedroom - going to retrieve Y/N from whatever blanket cocoon he was probably in -  but instantly halted when he heard sobbing scratch at the bathroom door. Desperate and fragile sobs freezing Mark in his place. He scrambled to the sound and rushed towards the bathroom, pressing his ear up against the door.

“Y/N?” Mark didn’t hide the panic beating senseless at his throat or the stress that fested under his shaking hands. He remembered Y/N’s silence, the hollow light of his weak smiles. He remembers how Y/N’s gaze always fell to the floor and how the kisses to his fingers as of late weren’t moulded by the grin he loves to see. Why couldn’t he see this before? 

He kept his forehead on the door, wincing as the sobs and whines from behind it instantly stopped as Mark called out Y/N’s name again. “Y/N… What’s wrong? Can I come in?” Mark didn’t know how to handle this… The stench of grief that oozed from under the door and rose to his ankles. He didn’t hear an answer, but pushed past the silence and saw Y/N in the corner, knees hugged to his chest. Y/N’s head snapped up to the sound of footsteps and let a gasp rip through his sobs as he clambered to his feet.

Mark put his hands on Y/N’s shoulders, stopping him in his place before he could escape. 

“Y/N…” 

He didn’t like this, seeing the tears rolling down Y/N’s cheeks, staining his hands and carving rivers into his skin. He sat Y/N back down onto the floor wrapping his arms around Y/N without a second thought. “What happened?”

“I...I…” Y/N tried to choke out some sort of excuse for why he was feeling this way, battling through the smoke and breaking the mirrors that housed a reflection he despised. He brought his knees closer to him, his efforts to wipe away the onslaught of tears staining his sweatshirt stopped by Mark, who took Y/N’s hands into his own and kissed his knuckles softly, his face contorted with confusion and worry. “I really don’t deserve you… The more I thought about it, what everyone’s been saying, the truer it seems.”

“Y/N- what are you talking about? You-”

“You’re the most beautiful, empathetic, loving man I have ever met. You can do anything you set your mind to and even when I decide to let my thoughts take over and consume me, you’re still there to hug me and kiss me and hold me even when I ignore you or dismiss you. Everyone is so right… You’re too good for me, your everything is too good for me, Mark. I-”

“Stop!” Mark shook his head violently, taking Y/N’s face in his hands and standing him up. “What are you talking about? Who’s making you feel this way?” Mark’s voice was barely above a whisper as he brought Y/N away from the corner, wiping his tears as he waited for an answer. Something. 

Even with Y/N’s face between his hands, his eyes still looked everywhere but him, Mark couldn’t stand it. Y/N was hurt, someone was hurting him, and he wasn’t telling him who it was! “Please, Y/N tell me, who-”

“ME!” Y/N tried to push himself away. “I… I don’t have a reason, but every day I look at you, I realize how worthless I am, how I could never do anything you do, and yet you come home or pick me up and you take me in your arms and tell me that I’m perfect…” 

The girls in the wallways...

“Every day I start to hate myself more and more because of who I am, what I look like, what I do or what I CAN’T do… And no matter who tells me to get over it, or that it’s just in my head, doesn’t understand that I can’t stop it!” 

Stella… Professor Cross… Everyone… Everything!

“I don’t know what to do, Mark… I love you more than anything. But I don’t deserve you… I don’t deserve your smile, or your love or your compassion because I’m ME! I’m a failure, I’m just another guy who’s trying to make his dying dreams a reality. I’m a guy who thinks he has everything down pat until the test comes up and I fail again, I’m the guy who lies about his problems ‘cause I’m always told they don’t matter. I’m just a commendable, malleable second choice for everyone around me and I don’t know how to stop it!” Y/N’s sobs ripped through from between his teeth, hitched breaths boiling in his throat as he hit his head against Mark’s shoulder. His cries took up the silence in a cacophony of sadness and anguish, and the light in his eyes that Mark could embrace himself in for hours died out like the withering flames of whatever confidence he had left. 

“Y/N…” Mark pulled Y/N into his embrace, hoping that his kisses to Y/N’s neck could straighten his frown or stop the chills of his cries from biting so deep. “I didn’t know you were feeling this way… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice and I’m so sorry I let these thoughts get the better of you. They’re not true, not a single one.” 

“It’s not your fault, Mark… It never was, please don’t blame yourself.”

“We’re each other’s responsibility, right Y/N?” Mark angled Y/N’s chin and fixed their gazes, trying to take solace in the fading galaxies that embraced his boyfriend’s teary-eyed gaze, the stars that light his nights ablaze.

Mark pulled Y/N forward and turned him towards the mirror, wrapping his arms around his waist and setting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder. With a shaky breath, he entwined their fingers and pointed towards the mirror, leaving Y/N to cock his head their reflections. “You know what I see?” Mark kissed Y/N’s neck, feeling the fires of their adoration start to dance under his skin with every second Y/N spent in Mark’s embrace. “I see the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on-”

“But-”

Mark stifled Y/N protests and let his tongue take their place, looking at Y/N with so much purpose, so much love. Even now, when the flames between their skin are just tiny sparks, even when the sunsets in their skies are pale with their cries and the tears drenching their hands and cheeks dwindle the lights in their eyes. Mark’s admiration never wavers, will never waver even if anybody wants to tell Y/N otherwise.

“You know what I see…?” Mark nudged Y/N’s nose with his, the small chuckle he earned from between Y/N’s lips made his hopeful smile that much brighter. “A gorgeous, compassionate individual, who is also an amazing artist and the best boyfriend a guy like me could ever ask for. You will never be a failure, Y/N, the mistakes you make now will only help you become an even more perfect guy if that’s possible. I know it’s hard to realize, especially now babe, but what those people down the hall or up the creek or whatever say, shouldn’t matter. They’re the same people that will marvel at every single thing you’ll create through those beautiful, beautiful hands. I can’t completely understand what you’re going through, but I’m here to stand with you, I’m here to help you respect yourself because you deserve it, Y/N. It’s hard to hear the love when the hate speaks so loud, I know… What others say though, shouldn’t affect you like this, they aren’t you, they don’t know what your can do or what your precious, pure heart is capable of. I know you love me so much. I know that. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you, with the weird looks we used to get in public or those people that don’t know what love is or how free it should be. But when I drop by to pick you up or come home and see that smile and hear your beautiful voice, it helps me believe. It helps me believe that I’m worthy to wake up next to you or to see you embody the moonlight you hold in your hands.” Mark took a breath, looking up into the mirror to see Y/N’s teary-eyed gaze and a smile as brilliant as the sheets of starlight that drape around their shoulders on the nights they’ll never forget. 

Y/N whipped around and threw his arms around Mark, the arms instantly tightening around his waist and the lips ghosting his ear leaving Y/N’s sobs as nothing more than shrivelling whispers behind Y/N’s grin. The flames of their admiration that lapped at their hearts in delicate flames burst under their fingertips and spiralled between their breaths. Mark pressed his forehead to Y/N’s, the sweetness of Y/N’s skin that ran under his lips like velvet and the light of his smile that made the sun look like a shadow made his chest swell in happiness. The wildfires embracing them and their hearts lifting the haze that choked out their sobs and letting their breaths of ease mould the soft kisses Mark traced Y/N’s cheeks with.

“I love you, Y/N. You mean so much to me… I just want to show you how special you are, not just to me, but to yourself too…” Mark’s breath was caught in his throat as Y/N entwined their lips with a flourish, tongues caressing lips that curled into grins as soon as Mark’s back hit the wall. Tear stained breaths burned up in cinders to reveal languishing sighs, the streams of sunlight now stained with their quiet laughter and the ruby red that painted their kisses.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” Y/N held the hands that cupped his cheeks and pressed them to his chest, kissing Mark’s knuckles as their giggles ignited the dreary darkness of their bathroom. “I didn’t expect all of that, thank you, Mark. I love you more than anything and you mean the world to me. I’m sorry-”

“No apologizing!” Mark freed his hands and messed with Y/N’s hair, scrunching his nose and burying his kisses into the hair he would knead through as the summer rain sang it’s melodies at their window, or when the glow of the clementine skies of their autumn evenings finished carving out the ripples of their sheets and ran weathered between their restless hands. He draped his arms around Y/N’s waist, looking down to his pout he couldn’t help but kiss away with a blissful, lovestruck grin plastered onto his face. Y/N just leaned onto Mark’s chest, breathing out into the symphonies of silence that surrounded them and the violet evening that began to bloom above the rooftop of their house. 

They enjoyed the silence that draped over them like the ashen sheets just two doors over that housed their safest sounds, the amber sunlight stepping through the door and painting their grins gold like the honey that embraced their most cherished memories. 

“Now, I, as your amazing, loving boyfriend brought home pizza that’s probably freezing cold by now. Would you care to accompany me on my journey to the microwave?” Mark let his stray fingertips prod at Y/N’s waistband, failing to hide his smile as playful shrieks soaked into his neck - music to his ears.

Y/N just remembered why Mark went out in the first place, making him wince into Mark’s skin. He hummed at Mark’s proposal. 

“Microwaved pizza… How romantic…” Y/N followed Mark out of the bathroom, tightening the knot of devotion that burned between their interlaced fingers, their giggles spinning into the gold that dripped from their smiles. The sweetness of the air following them out into their hallway that surrounded all of their midnight walks down the block shoving their heads under the reckless waves of their ocean.

“I’m honoured, my beloved.” Mark playfully nudged Y/N towards the wall, pressing him up on it and taking his skin between his lips. “I love you, baby…”

Y/N looked into Mark’s eyes, auburn gemstones of untainted beauty. The one place he could truly see himself - suspended in Mark’s star-studded gaze. Mark was the flowered path of happiness and acceptance he longed for every day the full moon peeked out to talk with him on his lonely nights. He did deserve this, he thought. He deserved to savour the air that stings with the sunlight they stir every morning, the fingers that tangle in his hair and worship him like a treasure, the ivory spotlight that hangs over their dancing tongues, the desire stuck between their teeth and dripping from garnet lips. Maybe he did. 

As he cradled Mark’s cheeks with hands scorched by the beautiful novas that burned between their lips, they let the blissful silence ignite between them and allowed their fingers to wander across skin they were blessed to memorize every inch of under the spotlight of the stars.

“I know, Mark. And I’ll never forget it.”

“You better not.”

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Can you do where GOT7 has a boyfriend who is too tall (2.00cm or 6ft5)?

Reaction to their boyfriend being very tall (2.00m/6ft5)

A/N: I picked 3 members at random again, I really love writing for GOT7 this has been the most enjoyable thing I’ve written since I got back to writing now that school is finished, I hope you like this, it took forever and is a little on the shorter side so I’m sorry 💖

Mark Tuan

Mark doesn't quite meet the ideal height for men (the fact that such a thing exists is just 😔), he falls about 10 centimeters short and has been on the shorter side (by a couple centimeters) in a few friend groups or large gatherings with people.

To make up for his (slight) lack of height Mark has amazing posture (he honestly does have really good posture and I am very jealous of him for it) so people very rarely comment on his height.

Like Jaebum height isn't something he notices most of the time, he does notice y/n's height, only because of a comment made by Jinyoung about y/n's height during an award ceremony they are attending.

He notices y/n is tall, it's hard not to notice really, but he just doesn't bother with it, like who cares if this amazingly handsome man is freakishly tall? Definitely not Mark.

Mark is a confident man, he has no trouble walking up to someone he deems attractive and striking up a conversation but backstage at an award show the whole process of walking up to someone to talk casually or introduce yourself becomes infinitely harder.

Mark doesn't end up talking to y/n that day, it leaves him a little bummed out and disappointed for the rest of the night.

Mark brushes it off and goes about the next few days of filming new years content and vlogs but sometimes he remembers and that he wanted to talk to y/n and is just a little sad.

A week latter he is filming with his members and they don't get back to the dorm till midnight, their manager, who is tasked with getting them food because they haven't eaten since lunch, calls to tell them he is stuck in a traffic jam and he might be an hour before he can get them the much desired food.

Among a cacophony of groaning and whining Mark, being the kind man he is, volunteers to go down the street to a convenience store to grab snacks and small sandwiches to tide everyone over.

As Mark walks out of the convenience store and into the dark street he collides into the back of a very tall male human being.

Mark wastes no time bowing down to apologies hitching his face mask just a little higher to avoid recognition.

When he rises again he comes face to face (more chest to face but you get what I mean) with the boy whose smile he has been dreaming about for the last week.

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to bump into you, I wasn't watching my way." y/n has his mask pulled down to his chin so Mark can see the blush adorning his cheeks.

Mark is gaping like a fish trying to remember how he is supposed to talk, "You're y/n...."

Mark can feel a blush creeping up his neck and his ears turning hot as he attempts to stutter out a sentences that doesn't make him sound like and idiot.

"Uhh.... I mean, I'm Mark.... from, like GOT7."

Realization dawns on y/n's face and the younger is immediately bowing 90 degrees and apologizing for being disrespectful.

Mark rushes to tell him it's okay and tell him that there is no need for honorifics.

Turns out they're heading the same way so they end up walking together, Mark laughs a lot during their conversation and y/n blushes a lot.

They exchange numbers before they split up and that is how they end up texting basically everyday.

They don't get to meet up at all because they're both very busy but after award show season their schedules are freer and they have more time so they go out together and it is then that Mark begins noticing y/n's height.

At first y/n's height is nothing of importance to Mark, he has developed his relationship with y/n on a very emotional level and not physical level so y/n's physical apperance doesn't matter much to Mark.

But he'll notice y/n hunching his shoulders when they walk together sometimes or frowning a little when he reads a comment or someone points his height out.

Mark doesn't say anything at first, he doesn't want to make y/n uncomfortable at all so he comes up with subtle ways to tell him that he likes how tall y/n is.

For example when their sitting together Mark will put his head on y/n's shoulder and make a small comment about how their heights work out perfectly together.

If he sees a couple in a drama with a height difference he'll point out how cute the height difference is making a vague comment about how that resembels them.

Sometimes Mark will massage y/n's shoulders when he notices their hunched in y/n's attempts to look a little shorter.

Mark glares at people when they bring up y/n's height and the other becomes obviously uncomfortable.

He is just over all very supportive and caring but very subtle with his support and attempts to help.

And when the day comes that y/n makes a positive comment about his own height or he won't hunch his shoulders while their walking together Mark will just beam up at him and make a joke about how his good posture has rubbed off on y/n.

A very wholesome couple, Mark silently reassures y/n that his height is amazing and y/n always gets snacks off the highest shelf for Mark.

Lim Jaebum(JB)

(Sorry this turned out a little short but I just felt like everything I wanted to express was expressed better in this short list of points than a whole scenario like I normally do)

Jaebum is tall, Yugyeom only has an inch and half on him and he's the second tallest in the group.

He has never really paid attention to height, it just never truly mattered to him how tall he was (he refuses to acknowledge the slight fear he had during 7th grade when most of his friends had grown like a foot and he didn't but thank god for delayed growth spurts).

He doesn't care about people's height, like he just doesn't think about it.

Of course when he started dating y/n he noticed the other was extremely tall, between people commenting on it and just his own observations he could tell y/n was close to 6'5".

Did he ever ask about y/n's height? No, because quite frankly he doesn't care.

Whether y/n had been taller or shorter it wouldn't have really changed their dynamic together at all.

Height just isn't a determining factor in their relationship and Jaebum makes it a point to shut down (obnoxious) people who find it necessary to comment on their height difference or just y/n's height in general.

Besides sometimes y/n's height comes in really useful, like some day's Jaebum just doesn't want to climb up on a chair to dust over the counters and y/n can just complete the task without needing to get on a chair. It is a mutually beneficial relationship, Jaebum now has dust-less counters and y/n got some exercise out of the experience.

Just because Jaebum doesn't care about someone's height doesn't mean other people don't and Jaebum is fully aware of that.

Being the leader of his group Jaebum has heard both Yugyeom's worries about being too tall and Jackson's worries about not being tall enough so he has (a little) experience with trying to reassure people over height insecurities.

He doesn't really notice his boyfriends insecurity (if he has any), he notices that sometimes when he stands next to y/n, the other hunches his shoulders and back to appear shorter.

Other times y/n will look dejected if someone tells him he's too tall.

Usually just a reassuring hug does the trick, just a reminder from Jaebum to y/n that Jaebum himself doesn't care, what other people say doesn't matter, straighten your back and let the short people be jealous.

Jaebum is the only person in the world who can convey all that with a simple hug but that is a story for another day.

Kim Yugyeom

Yugyeom is the tallest member in the his group and he’s struggled with comments about his height and feeling a little out of place because he is taller than his members.

Being the youngest in the group makes the fact that he towers over the other members a little hard as well, he feels awkward when it comes to affection and being babied or pampered because he is just taller than the older members and even though he appreciates all the attention he feels like he doesn't quite deserve it.

Now having a taller boyfriend is one of the best things Yugyeom could have ever asked for.

Of course height isn’t the deciding factor in the relationship and Yugyeom loves  his boyfriend for lots of reasons  other than the fact that he is taller, but, the height difference is definitely a plus in Yugyeom’s opinion.

Basically Yugyeom loves having someone taller than him to baby him because he feels less like an impostor when the personal is physically taller than him.

He loves being hugged tightly and being the little spoon and being held against a chest and he likes y/n’s chin resting on his head.

Yugyeom loves feeling smaller than someone.

Like he just likes the idea of someone who can physically take care of him and protect him especially since he doesn���t get to experience that often, all his members try really hard though and he appreciates their effort.

He loves it when his boyfriend rests his chin on his shoulder or head and wraps his arms around him and pulls him into his chest.

Having been criticized for his height before as well he also recognizes when his boyfriend is struggling with being comfortable with his height especially when other people won’t stop bringing it up.

In these situations it's Yugyeom to the rescue, he just reassures y/n that all is good, comforts him or massages his shoulders to try and get him to silently relax and unhunch his shoulders.

The same applies for Yugyeom, on days when there seems to be more comments about his physical apperance y/n will notice the slight discomfort in the way he walks and the way he tries to make himself look shorter and step up to reassure him that it doesn't matter.

"Being tall is a huge advantage, people who don't like your height are just jealous they can't reach the top shelves at a store." "Yeah, true, Jackson hyung gets angry over that sometimes." Yugyeom replies with a smile.

"See, your height is amazing, not only can you reach all the top shelves but your still short enough for me to use you as a head rest."

Yugyeom pouts and shoves the other man away from, "Hey, not my fault you stopped drinking milk and lost those 5 inches on me."

Even both Yugyeom and y/n sometimes have trouble being the tallest people in a room they learn to come to terms and appreciate their heights and help each other feel comfortable in situations that were previously uncomfortable.

Yugyeom has the added benefit of being able to laugh whenever y/n hits his head against a particularly low hanging lamp or short door frame.

[tuanstars]

So like 👉👈 oral fixation with Mark? Like sucking on your fingers n stuff

oral fixation - mark tuan

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⇢paring - mark tuan x reader

⇢genre - smut

⇢summary - mark’s oral fixation

⇢warnings - sub!mark, dom!reader, oral fixation, thigh riding

⇢notes - here you go!

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mark had a habit of sucking your fingers, and you didn’t mind at all. he often would do it when he was bored or something, which is when he’d shyly approach you. it’d start with him playing with the fingers on your non dominant hand, then he’d bring them up to his mouth, and look at you for permission first.

“it’s okay, mark. you know i don’t mind.” you told him, and he simply nodded sheepishly and hesitantly took your fingers into his mouth. he’d keep his eyes downcast for a while, swirling his tongue around the pads of your fingers. this was how it went a lot of the time. mark would begin to suck on your fingers, and cuddle himself up to you while doing so.

occasionally though, it led to him getting really needy. mark did his best to maneuver himself so that it was subtle what he was about to do. she was indeed subtle as he grinder on your thigh, your fingers preventing him from making any noise. eventually as he got needier, he stopped sucking on your fingers, and they simply sat in his mouth as he focused on getting his orgasm.

you’d noticed when he stopped sucking your fingers, and turned off your phone to look at him. you could see the subtle movement of his hips as he jerked against your thigh. you flexed your thigh a bit and looked at him. “need something, mark?” you asked, placing your phone down as you watched him grind on your thigh. his cheeks immediately heated up and he made eye contact with you.

“‘m sorry, i just got really needy...” he mumbled around your fingers. “it’s okay, baby.” you told him, pulling him completely onto your thigh.

he immediately began moving his hips, eyes closing as he tried to continue sucking your fingers. your other hand rested on his hips, and helped him move back and forth.

your fingers fell out of his mouth as he leaned forward, forehead resting on your shoulder with red cheeks and ears. you clutched your hands on his baggy joggers to clean them and you dipped your head to kisss his neck. his sounds got quieter in price and you knew he was getting close when only breathy whimpers left his lips.

“you can cum, it’s okay, baby.” you murmured against his skin. he rocked against you,mane then you felt him tense for a moment before melting and relaxing into your embrace. you felt a small patch on your thigh, and flexed your thigh a bit to help him ride through his orgasm.

mark wasn’t a hard carry (hae) at all so you picked him up from the couch, and walked the small steps to your bedroom where you’d begin the process of aftercare.

[koko-bopp]

Is He... You know? — Mark Tuan

mark tuan x male!reader

word count – 0.7K

genre – fluff | idol!au

warnings – n/a

synopsis – the new sound guy is so freaking good looking and mark wants to know if there is absolutely any chance if that man is into men.

"You're staring at [Y/N]-Hyung again~" Jackson cooed at his best friend, linking his arm around his neck, very much teasing him for his own entertainment.

Mark immediately looked down, his cheeks turning a bright red as he looked at the schedule in front of him, "No, I'm not," he argued, "And what do you mean 'again'? I don't constantly look at him. ... Do I?"

Jaebeom, who was sitting not too far from the two, placed his phone down, looking at his friend with a more than disappointed expression. "Is the pope catholic?"

The joke earning an eye roll from Mark, but a laugh from Jackson.

This was so unfair, nobody should've allowed a sound guy to be this good-looking. Without a doubt you created an impossibly high standard for how sound guys should look. Your hair, your shoulders, your back, your smile– Oh God, your freaking smile. It was a similar smile you gave to all the boys in Got7, yet it always bought hundreds of butterflies to Mark's stomach whenever you conveyed the smile to him. Freaking hell, your contract should ask you to wear a mouth guard at all times, you might as well with such a captivating smile.

"You know," Jackson said, not looking at Mark, but the comment being directed at him, "He's pretty much our age, nothing to suggest you can't just go up and talk to him."

"But he's so hot!" Mark cried, burying his face into his hands, "I can't talk to hot people!"

"Hold on," Jackson paused, "I'm hot, how come you can talk to me?"

"You're not my type, jerk," Mark snapped.

Jaebeom stood up from his seat on the couch, seen as his idea of simply just eavesdropping wasn't working. He sat in front of his two friends, arms resting on the table like he wasn't there to further feed gossip, "He cuffs his jeans."

"So?" Mark said.

"Isn't that... You know–?"

"It's not enough to suggest," Mark interrupted. "Straight people do it too, since it's apparently trendy."

Jackson took a good moment to stare at you, Jaebeom turning around with one hand gripping the neck of the chair to do the same, and both of them trying to connect figurative dots.

Jackson perked up, "I saw him drink iced coffee this morning."

"No, that was for Yugeom," Mark confirmed.

The two rappers looked at their friend; Jaebeom being the first to state the obvious; "Bro, you're actually a creep."

"I'm not!" Mark defended, his voice immediately dropping to a whisper-yell, "I just have the biggest fucking crush on him and I don't even know if he swings that way!"

Yeah, now Jackson and Jaebeom had no idea how to help their friend. On one hand, they could honestly just ask since the question was for the sake of Mark's love life, yet, on the other hand, the chance of it to come off as heavy prying and breach of privacy was much more plausible than the latter.

Yugeom approached suddenly though, putting his iced coffee in front of his friends like it was an Oscar, "He's into men."

Jackson, Jaebeom and especially Mark looked at the youngest with wide eyes. Jackson moved his hand away from Mark's shoulder, "How do you–"

"–I asked him, hyung," Yugeom said, "I asked him. It's not that hard to make small talk."

Jackson turned back to Mark, holding his shoulders, "Now you have to talk to him. There's no reason for you to not make a move!"

"Yeah," Yugeom said, crossing his arms, "I asked him so you could stop staring and actually do something about your weird obsession with him."

"I'm not–"

"Yes you are," He interupted, almost rolling his eyes, "Go talk to him about the weather, or whatever."

[kinq-tan]

✨ Nail Day ✨

✨ Mark Tuan x a Transmasc NB!Reader ✨ 

✨ Ahgagay Anon back with another amazing request, I couldn’t help myself and had to write for this it was just such a cute idea! ✨

✨ I just finished this and I honestly have to say this was super goofy but also super cute, I really hope you enjoyed this I actually came to like this in the end! I had to rewrite it too and usually I hate what I write afterwords, so I’m super happy with this and hope you are too!! ✨

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✨ You were just staring at your nails at two in the morning when the idea came to you. ‘What if me and Mark painted each others nails right now?’ which led to you spamming him asking him if he was awake, which he was now and calling you to your surprise.

“What the hell do you want (Y/n) it’s two thirteen in the morning..” He groggily mumbles out, while you on the other hand were gushing at how adorable he sounds before you replied,

“COME PAINT YOUR NAILS WITH ME IT’LL BE FUN BE HERE AND I’LL GIVE YOU SNACKS AND MAYBE SOME KISSES--” 

He hung up on you, making you groan in despair.

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✨ In around ten minutes your doorbell rang and you bolted to the door, opening it almost hitting your poor cat who was just curious, “YOU MADE IT BABE!” You shout with a wide grin, watching him cringe in his still half asleep form adorably.

“Yes yes, surprisingly, I got Manager-Nim to drop me off, you’re lucky he likes you (Y/n)..” He yawns as you drag him inside, bringing him into the living room.

“I know, he’s like a second dad to me, and his wife is so nice!” You grin, motioning him to sit down on the floor while you bring snacks and the nail polish, stopping to pet your cat on the way back with a happy smile, excited to be able to have your boyfriend join you.

“Alright, you pick a colour for me, and I already have this sick hot pink with your name on it.” You grin, seeing him groan grabbing your cat as he looks among the colours.

“Well then this sexy ass neon green has YOUR name on it.” He smiles back, but you honestly pause for a second just to admire him before groaning at his choice when you take a closer look.

“Gross, it looks like my cats puke Mark--”

“Babe thats not normal--”

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✨ After painting each others nails and flailing your arms about to dry them, it was around three forty three in the morning now, and you both were watching some random Disney movie, with him lying against your chest half asleep.

“Do you ever wonder what people name their dicks.” You blurt out, earning a snort from Mark,

“Not at all babe, whats with the random stupid question out of no where--” He laughs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his, a sleepy smile on his face making your heart swell and a small blush creep onto your cheeks.

“I-I don’t know, I wanted to start a conversation and I just said the first thing that came to mind I guess..” You mumble flustered, looking away making him laugh even more.

“Oh my god (Y/n)..” 

“What Mark, what did I do now??”

“I just.. I love you so much (Y/n), never ever change who you are no matter what.” He smiles, earning a bigger blush and a upside down kiss from you, his smile never fading. ✨

[7ungmo]

Got7 reactions

having a shy fanboy who is a trainee

Jaebeom

Jaebeom doesn’t really think he has fans within the company. He knows he has friends and people who look up to the group, but fans? Especially trainees who are fans? No way. That is until you bump into him and apologize like ten times while bowing. You run off before he can catch your name, but that isn’t the last of that.

Jaebeom: ...He ran off...

Mark

Mark isn’t very loud around people he doesn’t know. He likes to keep the mystery, even when you try and introduce yourself politely. Of course, that just makes you nervous because you’ve seen the videos of him acting like a goof with the other members. He doesn’t find out you’re a fan until he catches you tying to do the If You Do footwork.

Mark: A fan? Who’s your bias?

(Y/n): Definitely not you.. what’s Got7?

Mark: (Y/n)~

Jackson

Jackson knew. He saw your lock-screen when you dropped your phone and he picked it up for you. Once he’s comfortable around you, he teases you endlessly about your bias and how he can’t wait until you two meet.

(Y/n): Yah, Jackson..

Jinyoung

Jinyoung would feel awkward. How do you talk to fan who’s around everyday? Not that it’s a bad thing- he thinks it’s cute how you try and practice all of their dances. Sometimes he’ll just lounge around with you in the practice room and talk to you or sometimes give you advice.

Jinyoung: And that’s how you deal with a leader like Jaebummie.

Youngjae

Youngjae feels shy around you as well. He doesn’t know how to act or how to do anything in front of (cute) fans, so sometimes he just freezes up. He does loosen up eventually, not that you try to, you give him space.

Youngjae: And then one of Jaebum-hyung’s cats scratches my face!

BamBam

BamBam would be like Jackson, he’d constantly teasing you for being such a fanboy. Or he’d tease you because your cheeks always get warm and red when he is around.

BamBam: Yah~ (Y/n), don’t fall in love with me now~

(Y/n): Yah... Bambam... don’t joke like that.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom is oblivious to the looks you throw at him whenever you guys are together. He shakes off all of the hints about you being a fan with you just being up to date with the band. Yugyeom just doesn’t think that someone as cool as you is a fan of his boy group. Whenever he finds out, he immediately starts going on and on about he’s such a fan of you even though you haven’t debuted yet.

(Y/n): How.. can you be a fan of me??

Yugyeom: You’re so shy! We’re friends, I support you, and of course I’m a fan.