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mercury in retrograde [Markbum, ~PG-13]

title: mercury in retrograde author: cumrich pairing: Mark Tuan x Im Jaebum, side Jackson Wang x Park Jinyoung rating: marked as G, but I would say PG-13 summary: the introspective study of the effects of planetary orbits on human relationships and behaviour.

(or, the city gets snowed in for three days. this is how jaebum realises he’s in love.) words: 12,018

Read it on AO3.

TL;DR: Wonderful OT4 dynamics described as emotionally dumb Mark and Jaebum try to figure one another out. Slow burn.

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Q

Yeah ok but Jinyoung and Jaebum always telling Mark to say what he wants to say when he seems unsure is 100000% my aesthetic like omfg. 

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HE EVEN POINTS IT OUT

white pant problems

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“JB-san, yoshi yoshi~”

bonus: these two wants to be grounded by jaebum so bad

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jaebum was very amazed by mark’s peeling egg shell skill

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BRING ME THE BANANA

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Rap of Kris

Literally just a stupid Drabble from a dream.

Enjoy

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Kris walked into the studio, smack dab in the middle of a busy Beijing. People were running around and fixing the contestants make up, doing hair and dressing them for today’s recording.

The young Chinese rapper didn’t let anyone let on to the fact he fucking hated sitting here and listening to these wannabe’s sit here and try to rap with shitty lyrics and shitty vibes.

Wilber Pan, another judge, watched as Kris yawned and pulled off his hat. The younger ruffled his messy brown hair and looked around the studio, locking eyes with the fellow judge.

“Are you feeling alright?” He yelled across to Yifan, the latter turned and looked at his friend.

“Am I ever?”

“Never mind.” Wilber replied, walking off as Kris pulled off his jacket and set it down on the chair he’d be using later.

Kris headed back to his dressing room, talking to ‘MC Hotdog’ about today’s show. Neither noticed the girl who sat in the corner of the hall on her phone, scrolling through what ever social media.

Not till she sneezed and hit her head against the wall. Kris turned and glanced at her, she still hasn’t noticed the two rappers who stared at her. Kris looked at her, long, wavy black hair, a jean jacket and a black pair of pants on with vans. Seconds later she let her knees down to show a black bralette as her shirt. He just raised a brow and looked at the fellow judge.

“Is She a contestant?” MC mouthed, looking at Kris who shrugged. The other shook his head, trying to rack his brain of seeing her anywhere. A door shut and she finally looked up, long lashes and tan skin with pink lips. Her eyes seemed to be confused as she gave kris only a seconds glance, he just shrugged and didn’t really care who she was or where she was from. He was more concerned on trying to get today over with.

A boy with dreads came out of the production room, Masi wei, a producer waved her to follow him. She stood up, a short girl but a perfect frame. The said girl kept her eyes on her screen, going between Kris and MC with no words or looks.

“Aye, who is this?” MC shouted towards Masi.

“I’m busy, talk to you in a second.” He replied, grabbing the girls hand and dragging her to a different place. A phone against one ear as the girl looked back in confusion, her eyes casting Kris a small glance.

An hour later, kris sat in his seat. The recording started in twenty minutes but he spotted that girl again. This time she was sitting on the bleachers and on her phone once again, someone came up to her and she stood up with a confused face again. Now he was starting to get curious, even Pan asked who she was.

Masi soon appeared, seeming to explain what a producer was trying to say to her and she just nodded. Masi have a bow but she just walked over to producer Chen Ang, giving a small wave and sitting at the foot of his chair in the floor. This confused kris, his brows furrowing as he watched her get back on his phone.

“Yah, who is that?” Chen-yue asked kris, leaning over in his chair. The younger looked at him and just shrugged.

“MC and pan asked the same, I’m not sure.”

“Then find out.”

“But gege~” when he went to complain, the older was already talking to a stylist who sprayed way too much hair spray that started to joke the younger. He sighed for the thousandth time today.

So Kris waited for Ang to move, by the time he did Kris had fifteen minutes left. He quickly held onto the mic pack while jogging over to her, the girl snapping her eyes up and looking at Kris.

“Are you a contestant?” He asked, the girl just stared at him blankly.

Kris swore he could see those cartoon question marks appear above her head, so he relayed the question but in a different wording and a little bit slower just Incase.

“Do you work here?”

He asked, but she just looked at him, then at something behind him. He started to get agitated till he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, kris, get back to your seat we have ten minutes.” Ang sounded.

“But is she a contestant?” Kris asked, looking at Ang who shook his head.

“Kris get to your seat and mind your business, She isn’t a contestant, she doesn’t speak Chinese now leave.” In a matter of seconds he felt a tinge in his cheeks, so he’s been having a conversation with a foreigner. How nice.

Chen-yue laughed at Kris when he explain, MC simply shaking his head while Pan rolled his eyes. “27 and dull.” Was all he muttered.

“Ok but in my defense this show has a 100 million views because of who?” He but back, but still feeling a blush grow across his cheeks.

Now he just felt like he was the slow one.

During filming, kris would sneak a look at her every thirty minutes. The second time he did it she was already staring at him, making him shift uncomfortably at her sharp eyes.

Someone started to rap, it was like an R&B melody as Kris looked at his fellow judges he just hit the Fail button. Pan laughed as MC just smiled, the youngest was notorious for failing people quick. The others all hit Fail as well, the man stopped rapping and looked at Kris. He was in a yellow jumpsuit, he didn’t seem to be taking anything serious.

Yet Kris felt The girl’s gaze again and started to wonder what she spoke, giving her a small glance to see her and Masi watching him with big smiles.

He remembered how Masi would tell him it was funny to watch him Fail people, saying he had no emotions. Maybe She found it funny as well. Wait, was she Japanese?

‘Fuck.’ Kris thought ‘fucking japanese is hard’ he returned his attention back to Tizzy T, the flow hitting hard as he pressed the Pass button.

Even if several people in the audience, even contestants stared at him he just felt weird each time that girl looked at him. Finally today’s filming ended and he was leaving, yet Masi and the production crew stopped him, the girl not in sight.

“Don’t forget, tomorrow we meet in the street of Beijing for scouts, ok?” Ang spoke to kris who looked at him in disbelief.

“Tomorrow is my off day?” Kris argued, Browns furrowing.

“Ok no pay for you.”

“No no no I mean I’ll go I just was surprised!” He pleaded, the producer just laughing at the younger.

Kris rolled his eyes, sighing and walking out.

Did he say he hates this job?

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Pt <2>

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