#got7 mark tuan x y/n

[justwritedreams]

Risk It All| Mark Tuan

Mafia!Mark x Reader, parents au! Word count: 5.612 Genre: angst, action. Warning: mention of crimes and violence, language. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT! Author: Maari Note: It’s been soooo long that I wrote for GOT7 and I’m very proud of this one🥺 i suggest to read while listening to risk it all by the vamps Request: Can i request maybe got7 mark mafia left you and your daughter because he knows they will use his family as a bait. You always go to the headquarter to convince haechan to come back to you daughter and your lives but he pushed you away. Until both of you being kidnapped and happy ending and he said sorry to both of you and hugged you both closely.

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It was a desperate night.

Y/N didn't know why little Gracie didn't sleep well, her 9-month-old daughter was restless that morning and there was no way to deny the reason for that, because she knew.

Gracie was used to sleeping lying on her father's belly, she loved the warmth of his arms and many times she calmed down just like that, not even with her mother. But that night her father wasn’t there.

In fact, he had been gone all day and as much as Y/N was distressed, she didn't have much to do. Mark never carried his phone when had to work, it was too dangerous, he'd always said, and she wouldn't be able to contact whoever was with him.

All she could do was wait and hope that everything was fine, still with a sinking heart.

She rocked her daughter in her arms as sang a song, hoping to make her sleep, she looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 3AM. She was tired, exhausted, not because she took care of her daughter but because she hated it when Mark left.

When Gracie finally fell asleep, completely surrendered to sleep, Y/N heard the house door slam and without a second thought, walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

She should have been relieved to see her husband there, but when she saw that he was looking forward to it, she was even more worried.

"Honey." she spoke softly and Mark turned to face her, his eyes red and his face visibly in pain.

He had cried.

Y/N saw Mark swallow hard, run a hand through his dark hair and run down the stairs without answering, she followed of course. She followed him to their room and when she got there, she saw Mark angrily pull the suitcase under the bed.

She was confused by her husband's haste and the sudden need to pack. Would they travel?

"What are you doing? Where we going?" she asked as watched him cry silently, going to the wardrobe and taking out the pieces in a random way to throw them in the suitcase without any care.

"I have to go." he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N kept her eyes on him, waiting for a complete answer, which didn't come.

"What?"

She watched him open the drawer and take out his gun, checked it was loaded, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants under the shirt.

"Leaving. I'm leaving." he spoke louder but his voice was not steady as usual, it was shaky and desperate.

Y/N felt her heart break completely, the cry already stuck in her throat.

It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about that moment, but since the birth of their daughter, he'd promised that things would be different.

"Then that's it? Are you just going to abandon your family with just two sentences?” she asked, hurt and held her daughter even tighter in her arms. "I think I deserve a better explanation than 'I'm leaving' in the middle of the night."

Y/N wanted to scream, shake her husband so he would talk but she knew if she did that it would scare Gracie and she didn't want that, she had taken so long to get her daughter to sleep and she didn't want to wake her up.

Mark stopped with his hands on top of the suitcase and took a deep breath, looked at Y/N and she raised her eyebrow, questioning him once more in silence. She hated being too hard on him, but there were times when she needed to be.

He approached cautiously and placed his hand on her arm, covered by the leather glove he wore, she didn't like it. She wanted to feel the texture of his palm against her arm to make sure everything was okay, that it would be okay.

"I love you both." he spoke, a softer tone and she bit her lip to keep from giving in too soon. “And it's because I love you so much that I need to get out of here as soon as possible to protect you. I already asked BamBam to come pick you up in the morning, he will keep both of you safe until I… sort out some problems.”

Y/N frowned. She'd never demanded any explanation about Mark's business because first, she didn't want to know and second, the less she knew the better. But knowing he was doing what his job demanded didn't make it any better.

In fact, she felt a shiver down her spine and it was from fear. Fear for her daughter, fear for her husband and for her.

If BamBam was involved, it meant Yugyeom and Jungkook were too. The whole group.

"I don’t want you to go." she admitted, feeling her eyes water and Mark looked at her in pain.

"Angel." his hand came up to her face and caressed the skin that was now wet from the tears that insisted on falling. “I would never forgive myself if they used you two to lure me. My family will not be made of bait.”

It was a promise, Y/N could hear the certainty in Mark's voice and she knew she would never be able to convince him otherwise.

“When will this end?” she asked, referring to the whole world he involved them in.

Mark moved closer to kiss her forehead and his lips lingered longer, making her close her eyes with what would probably be their last skin contact yet.

“I will come back to you, I promise."

[...]

Y/N was stubborn.

She had waited a week for Mark to sort out what he had to and she was very grateful to BamBam for the help he was giving but living locked up, or safe as he said, in a fortress with armed security and escape tunnels that were presented to her on the first day wasn’t what she had planned for her life and neither for Gracie's.

So, after 7 days, she decided that she would act. She was tired of seeing her family torn apart. Had she used her influence to force the keep's servants to do what she wanted? Probably, but it was the only weapon she had to find out where her husband was hiding and find a way to go there and convince him to come home, to return to his family.

Maybe she was too naive to think any of them wouldn’t tell BamBam that she'd left the keep without his permission or protection, but she wasn't going to back down now.

"Mark made me promise that I'd keep you two safe, Y/N." BamBam argued and she huffed.

“I'm sorry BamBam, but I didn't leave my house when I was pregnant to live with Mark to see my family separated by business that Gracie and I have absolutely nothing to do with!” she spoke louder, making the tall boy shut up. “Can't you see how Gracie misses her father?” she asked, seeing him falter. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, lock me in a room and I'll get out of there, and I'll go after Mark. Someone needs to convince him to come back, hiding is ridiculous and won't change a thing.”

Well, she'd been trying to find out where her husband was, following BamBam for the past few days in a taxi. She was almost there, she knew it.

BamBam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips.

“You will only leave here if you are escorted by Jungkook, he is the best hitman. If you go to Mark, you will need protection.”

Y/N smiled slightly, she could see that BamBam agreed with her.

"Deal." she replied, picking up her bag from the bed and getting ready to leave her room, but he stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

“See my husband.” she spoke in an obvious tone. "You can let Jungkook know that I'll be in the garage waiting."

Y/N left the room without a response from BamBam. She was certain that if there was anyone who could convince Mark to come back, it was her. And she wouldn't give up so easily.

On the way, she stopped in the room where Gracie was with the housekeeper of the fortress, said goodbye to her daughter with a long hug and asked the woman to take care of her daughter until she returned. She wouldn't take Gracie because she knew Mark wouldn't accept it and agreed, putting her daughter in danger was the last thing she wanted.

She waited for Jungkook and saw him smile in amusement as approached her, it was as if he knew she would act like that. 

He directed her to the black 4x4 truck and she got in feeling her hands sweat, was anxious because she would finally see her husband again.

She then remembered the first time this had happened, how she had met him.

One of her friends was going out with Yugyeom and invited her to go to a nightclub, it was Friday and the place was full. It was poorly lit but that didn't stop her from noticing how handsome he was. At the time Mark had blonde hair and didn't even have tattoos, when she thought of that night a silly smile played on her lips every time. He was so young compared to the present day, much quieter, but the serious way he was accompanied by such a delicious laugh captivated her that very night.

Well of course the friend had introduced Y/N because she was single and about to start college, it should have been just one night. A fun night for both of them that didn't end until the morning, but Mark had been so kind and considerate, he'd made sure to save her number and hang out with her more often.

At that time, she didn't know what so much mystery meant but it didn't matter because she fell in love so fast that she ended up sleeping with him every other time they went out. But the intimacy they created went far beyond the nights of pleasure. Mark talked about silly dreams, about how he missed his family in California and how his life would have been different if he hadn't crossed the world.

He shared secrets with her, and she did exactly the same.

That's when she found out she was pregnant, midway through her college semester. All she did was run up to him and tell him, expecting a completely negative reaction from him, it was the exact opposite.

Mark was thrilled, ecstatic, assured that he would give her a home and take care of the baby together. She then moved into his house ready to spend the rest of her life by his side, and with them she ended up discovering what Mark really did.

He'd introduced himself as a businessman, and business involved cars. At first she'd assumed he'd been involved in racing, it was illegal of course but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing no teenager hadn't fantasized about.

However, Mark received large amounts of money in just one night and she started to find it suspicious. It was then that the couple's first fight happened, when Y/N demanded that he tell everything, without hiding anything or else she would leave and he would never know what his daughter would be like.

He gave in and told. Mark also participated in races, but he worked for a powerful man in the city, taking the risk of taking goods across the border with other cities or else sometimes crossing the country. He only had one goal, never to get caught, and he was very good at it. But that also left him at the mercy of his boss.

Yes, Mark was part of a mob.

It came as a shock to her, obviously, but that didn't change things because she loved Mark and had promised to be on his side. She understood that the boy had been alone too long in a foreign country and that had led him to do things that he had no control over later.

When Mark took her to live with him, she made it clear that she too would live in the shadows like him and she accepted, dropped out of college and didn't contact any friends who could find out where she was. Because she was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and the baby growing in her womb. He never changed who he was with her, he was still the same attentive and kind boy, although over time he got more serious.

He was still the same Mark.

She thought about the day he would get out of this life, even though she knew there was only one way.

"I'll come in with you so he doesn't freak out so much." Jungkook warned before they got out of the car.

Y/N agreed, of course, and looked around. She didn't know if all the mafias had strongholds like that but she imagined that there was the “headquarters”.

A building with a huge garage, from a distance it looked like a factory like all the others in the city.

She squeezed her bag even tighter as they approached the entrance, Jungkook went ahead and greeted everyone who was there, while she watched the parked cars that were supposed to be used for work. They went to the second floor and he knocked three times on the last door in the hallway, hearing a ‘come in' the boy looked at Y/N as if asking if she was okay, who nodded in agreement.

He opened the door and made room for her to go first, cautiously doing so and surveying the room.

A simple room without any decoration, well lit and with a huge window that had an outside staircase, strategic for those who wanted to escape from there faster than going through the garage.

It was a cold environment, it could never be considered a home and she much less would imagine Mark spending time there alone.

"What do you do here?" she looked to the side and saw her husband standing there.

She took a deep breath, she had missed his voice so much and even though it was carrying a serious tone, she smiled at the sound of it.

“I came to see my husband.” she replied firmly.

"Jungkook, I told you-" Mark took a step forward, looking at the boy behind Y/N.

He was angry, of course.

"It wasn't his fault." she interrupted him, causing him to stare at her. "I didn't give anyone a choice, I was determined to come even if it was alone."

"You wouldn't dare." he chuckled humorlessly and she raised an eyebrow, cocking her head as if she questioned him.

Mark didn't say anything, scratching the back of his head and Y/N kept silent.

"I'll stay outside, you must have a lot to talk about." Jungkook warned before leaving, slamming the door shortly after.

And they really did.

"You need to get out of here." Mark went to her and gently took her arm, anticipating what her husband would do, she placed a hand on his chest to make him stop.

"I won't go without you." she spoke decisively, feeling his heart beat too fast against her palm.

He sighed.

"You don’t understand." he shook his head in disbelief.

"Because don't you explain to me!" she spoke louder, showing all her frustration. Mark looked at her guiltily. “It's been almost 3 weeks since you left home. I want my husband back.”

“I can't, Y/N! Please don’t insist." he practically pleaded and she laughed, without humor.

"You want me to live in BamBam's house forever?" she could no longer control the tone of her voice that rose with every word. “Is that your plan? Leave me and Gracie locked up until she turns 40?”

“Damn it, Y/N!” he dropped her, pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, visibly frustrated.

He wasn't the only one in that room feeling that way.

“This here.” He lifted his arm, exposing the tattoo on his biceps. “It's my curse. I will have to carry this with me for the rest of my life, not because it is marked on my skin but in who I am!”

She glared at the word truth with resentment. It was the tattoo Mark had gotten together with Yugyeom, BamBam and Jungkook to symbolize joining the mafia.

And it didn't matter if he covered it up or simply took it off, it would never erase how much his life had changed since then.

She wanted to say that she loved every bit of him, every wrong choice that made him who he was, and Mark knew it. However she was so hurt that she couldn't.

Was it too much to ask to have a normal life with her family?

“Go away, Y/N, please. It's too dangerous for you to stay here, if anyone sees you…” He closed his eyes for a moment and she understood everything.

She bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry and nodded, resting her hand on the doorknob as she took one last look at him.

The exchange of looks between the two meant it all, they didn't need words. She knew he was doing this to protect her and protect Gracie, she could see how hard it was for him to tell her to go.

But it wasn't easy for her either.

Y/N opened the door and in a surge of courage and anger, spoke before slamming the door.

“Oh and if you think I'm going to stop seeing my husband because a bunch of mobsters are pissed off, you’re wrong. I will come every day until you return to your family.”

[...]

Y/N had meant it when she'd told Mark that she would come every day to see him.

She went, with Jungkook escorting her as BamBam had said, but there she was. Every day in the early afternoon, when the Mafia headquarters was practically empty.

For the first few days, Mark locked the bedroom door in a failed attempt to get her to leave. Of course she didn't give up so easily, she sat on the floor in front of the door and started talking about Gracie, after the third attempt, Mark gave up and opened the door for her.

He was about to give in, she could see that, although she didn't stay more than 20 minutes there because she couldn't push her luck and because Jungkook had more to do, she knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was considering going home, he was finally listening to her.

But that day was being unusual.

Jungkook was on a "mission" and hadn't arrived in time to escort her, BamBam's fortress seemed agitated and he himself had left early and hadn't even had time to talk to Y/N.

And Gracie looked as agitated as everyone else, the daughter kept running around the garden and Y/N was starting to get really tired because the housekeeper wasn't free to help look at the girl.

So, seeing that her daughter was probably just as tired of being there as she was, she decided to go with Gracie to the mall downtown. As BamBam's driver wasn’t there, she decided to take a taxi.

Gracie looked happier seeing the scenery outside the taxi window and Y/N was feeling a different kind of butterflies in her stomach, she guessed it was the false sense of freedom and nostalgia hit her.

She would give anything to live this moment with Mark. Just the 3 of them, as it should be.

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up in front of the mall, took the amount and paid the driver, then got out and helped Gracie out of the car.

She held her daughter in her arms, arranging her bags on the shoulder, and took a step into the mall, but didn't quite make it.

“Y/N!” she heard Mark's voice calling to her in the distance and turned around, thinking she was hallucinating.

But seeing the figure of her husband approaching in a hurry, she knew it was real.

"Daddy!" Gracie screamed, fidgeting tirelessly on her mother's lap in a clear sign that she wanted to go to him.

Mark approached and took his daughter from Y/N's lap, the two collided in a strong hug, he closed his eyes and smiled. Y/N didn't want to cry at the scene but she was thrilled, though confused that her husband was there.

“My love, I missed you so much!” Mark spoke to his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek afterwards.

When he opened his eyes, Y/N was still staring at him and he adjusted Gracie into his arms.

"What do you do here?" she asked suspiciously.

Mark wasn't going to walk around the mall like she'd intended.

“I saw that you left the fortress so I thought-”

"Wait." Y/N raised a hand to stop him. "How do you know that?"

“How do you think?” he asked, looking at her suggestively. “I have access to the security cameras at BamBam's fortress.

Y/N opened her mouth, surprised and somewhat offended.

“Are you watching us?” she asked in disbelief.

“It was the only way.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and she laughed bitterly.

Y/N took Gracie from Mark's lap, the daughter left without understanding, and turned her back on her husband and walked back to the mall entrance.

"I can’t believe that!"

“Y/N.” she felt him start to walk behind her.

"No, Mark." she stopped where she was, turning to look at him completely hurt. "Do you have time to watch your family on camera but no time to go home?" she questioned and started to walk again but Mark held her arm, preventing her.

"I needed to see you guys without putting your lives at risk, don't you understand?"

"No!" she spoke louder, feeling like crying. “I don't know why you're doing these things. You don't tell me!”

Mark was one step away from giving it all up, from giving in, Y/N could see it in his eyes and all she wanted was a decent explanation whatever it was, they could handle it together.

They were weaker apart, together they could overcome the world. That's always how it felt.

Mark opened his mouth to reply but a loud screeching of fast tires against the asphalt caught their attention. A black van quickly approached the sidewalk where they were and before it even came to a complete stop, 3 covered men got out of it. And armed.

Mark's first reaction was to put himself in front of the family, protecting them while Y/N got behind him and hugged Gracie even tighter.

“Get in the car, now!” one of them did and Mark put his hand to his waist.

"Don't even think about it, smart-ass." the second spoke and approached Y/N, putting the gun to her head. "Or else it's not in the van you're going to."

Y/N swallowed hard, with teary eyes controlling the urge to cry.

Mark raised his hands up in surrender and one of them dragged him towards the van, another did the same with Y/N ​​who just followed in silence and brought Gracie's head closer in an attempt to make her not see the scene.

But when they got into the van, being dumped there, the three had their heads covered by a black cloth and none of them could see where they were going, they just felt the car start quickly.

Y/N squeezed Gracie more and more against her body in an attempt to calm her down, in vain of course. She didn't know where they were going or how much time had passed, but when the van came to an abrupt stop, she felt strong and not at all careful hands drag her out of the vehicle.

Her rational side overrode whatever fear she was feeling at that moment, all she knew was that she needed to obey and be quiet, any attempt to try to get out of there would be dangerous for everyone, especially Gracie.

She thought of her daughter first, needed to keep her safe.

They walked for a while and suddenly she was thrown to the floor, ended up hitting her left shoulder on the floor and locked her jaw with the impact and pain then she awkwardly arranged herself on the floor with her daughter still on her lap and they took the cloth from her head, she looked at the guy in front of her, he was smiling evilly and she shivered, lowering her head and saw that they had done the same thing to Mark who was lying next to her. The men left the room, closing the door with a thud so loud it startled Gracie, who started crying instantly.

Y/N took the cloth off her head and hugged her daughter tightly, stroking her hair.

“It's okay, baby. Mom is here.” she was trying to be strong enough that her daughter wasn't more afraid than she probably was, but she was just as desperate as Gracie.

Her hands were shaking and she felt her blood run cold. She wasn't enjoying this at all.

Y/N saw Mark approach and looked at him, the exchange of looks was intense and both came to the same conclusion silently. They would protect their daughter, no matter what.

He reached out to hold his daughter and Y/N relented, handing her to him.

Mark hugged her and started talking to her as he got up, Y/N took her hand to her shoulder and felt a twinge, she looked down to face and saw that the bone seemed out of place, that explained the pain she was feeling but it was completely irrelevant at the moment.

She looked at Mark and he was rocking from side to side with his cheek against Gracie's cheek to calm her down. Y/N would have smiled at the scene if circumstances were different.

In a short time, which seemed like an eternity to both of them, Gracie fell asleep in Mark's arms. He sat on the floor next to his wife, careful not to wake his daughter, and looked at Y/N with a guilty eye.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, trying to analyze her up and down and stopped his eyes on her hand that was on her shoulder.

“I think I shifted.” replied, swallowing hard once more.

"Pardon me." he spoke suddenly and she frowned. “I put you at risk. What I feared most happened and it's my fault."

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she turned her body around until she was facing him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“None of that matters now, Mark. We just need to get out of here.”

"I tried to leave." he admitted and she stared at him confused. “I told them I wanted to go out, take care of my family and my future, since Gracie was born I realized that I don't belong in this life anymore.” he smiled sadly. “But more dangerous people ended up finding out and Yugyeom warned me that you two were in danger, he heard that the guys were planning to use my family as bait to get me to start working for rivals, they had already found out where we lived, it was just only a matter of time until…” Mark couldn't finish and Y/N wiped the tears that flowed.

"It's okay, Mark."

“No, Y/N. If I hadn't followed you, they would never have appeared.”

"Hey, look at me." she asked kindly and he did. “It makes no difference whose fault it is, if it's yours, mine. We'll get out of here, the three of us. Together."

Mark smiled and nodded, Y/N came over to touch their foreheads and closed her eyes for a moment.

She didn't know where that lucidity, that strength was coming from, but completely believed what she had said.

And more than ever, she'd been happy to know that Mark was thinking of a different future for the family they'd built, that he no longer wanted to be a part of that dangerous life.

Even though the way he'd done it all had been a little messed up, all he thought about was her and Gracie's safety. He'd sacrificed himself so they were protected and she couldn't see anything but a gesture of love.

When she moved away, laid her head on Mark's shoulder and felt him put an arm around her waist, she took the opportunity to gently hug Gracie without waking her up and they stayed there like that while they both thought of a way out of that situation.

She was sure Mark would do anything to get them out of there safely, even if it meant his own sacrifice and she couldn't think of anything to change that, but the only thing she knew was that she would fight. For him and for Gracie.

Y/N knew that at some point people would miss her and her daughter, someone on the street from the mall must have seen what had happened in broad daylight, that's when she remembered that the bags weren't with her anymore since she walked in in the van.

If they fell on the street, it was their chance that BamBam, Yugyeom or even Jungkook would understand what had happened.

She clung to that sliver of hope, hoping that Mark's friends would get to them in time.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed outside and Mark stiffened, silently the two looked at the door as if they could see through it what was happening.

When voices were heard, he stood up and Y/N did the same, now facing him as if waiting for an answer. Mark held Gracie up to her and when she held her daughter who was still sound asleep, he faced her.

Has the time come then?

"Stay behind me." he asked very quietly and she agreed, doing as he said. "No matter what happens, don't try to come after me."

Wait, what?

Y/N wanted to ask what he meant by that but a bang against the door made her jump and Gracie started to wake up, she brought her daughter closer as she heard footsteps.

Feeling her heart practically jump out of her mouth, the door was opened and a light got in her way of watching the figure that was standing, all she saw was a gun.

"You two never learn, do you." she knew that voice… Y/N squinted and could see BamBam's thin silhouette.

She sighed at the playful smile and relief washed over her.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to look at that face of yours." Mark spoke and Y/N laughed. She couldn't disagree.

“You can thank me later.” The friend replied and Mark approached to shake his hand, in clear thanks.

“Thank us, right?” Yugyeom's voice came out of nowhere. “Or did you forget that I was the one who took down the guy who was hanging you?”

"He wasn't hanging me." BamBam defended himself.

"No, he was choking you so hard your face was turning as purple as the suit you're wearing." Jungkook appeared, only his head showing between Yugyeom and BamBam's figure.

“Two ingrates.” BamBam complained.

"Can we go out?" Mark questioned and the three looked at each other.

"We just need to… clean up the mess." Yugyeom replied and Y/N felt all eyes on her.

All right, she understood what they meant and stood where she was, waiting.

The 3 left and Mark turned to face his wife.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Y/N smiled weakly and nodded.

“Ready to go home.” she replied and Mark raised his hand to stroke Gracie's sleeping head.

"I meant your shoulder."

She didn't even remember it anymore, maybe the adrenaline of being kidnapped had made her forget about the pain.

"I've been through worse." she shrugged and felt his hand caress her cheek slowly, she had missed the texture of his skin so much. “Being apart from you, for example.”

Mark smiled, showing all his perfect teeth.

"This will not happen again." he assured and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to live in the mafia headquarters?"

"No."

“And not even watching me and Gracie through BamBam’s cameras?”

"No." he answered with certainty and she smiled. “I'm sorry about everything. If I left, it was to protect you two. I would lose everything, I would risk everything for you. You are the most important things in my life and I can't live without you two anymore, I missed every detail.”

"I know, babe."

And she knew, she understood his motives. Because if she were in his shoes, she would do the same thing.

Mark then moved closer, wrapping them both in a hug tight and long-awaited by both. Even if it wasn't enough and in the wrong place, it wasn't where he wanted to be with his wife in his arms, it wasn't where he wanted to see his daughter sleep.

However, everything he needed most was there.

[yiensaintlaurent]

00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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To-Do List

Uᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ 04/06/2024

You make fun of Minho’s (shinee) grandpa laugh (one-shot)

MET Gala!Jackson likes his interviewer (one-shot)

Hyunjin smut with a thick s/o (one-shot)

Never, Ever ft. Seokjin - Seokjin thought of the best surprise.

Vacay ft. Namjoon - Namjoon and you are able to get away and just be with each other.

I’ll Take Care of You ft. Vmin - Jimin isn’t used to someone taking care of him and Taehyung is there to change that

Closer ft. Jungkook -  being close to you is still not close enough

Have Mercy ft. Jimin/Yoongi - Jimin falls in love with the very soul he is supposed to devour. When he gathers the courage to confess it seems that someone far more evil finds her alone. (1/3)

Run From Me ft. Taehyung - Taehyung and you have history together, a very, very long and twisted history. (4/??)

Take on the World ft. BTS - When Seokjin imprint on a child, the Min pack has to prepare for parenthood (12/??) 

Blackthorn ft. Yoongi - The love story of Emperor Yoongi and Empress Keena has been passed down from generation to generation; a love story so strong that it had surpassed the passage of time. (15/??)

Cafuné ft. Namjoon and Yoongi - As Namjoon’s personal assistant, Y/N doesn’t have time for love…or does she?  (6/??)

Got7 Pregnant Social Experiment

Knock, Knock ft. Jaebeom/Yoongi: Jaebeom is finally woken up by his soulmate after how much time? (2/??)

Prompt Me Hoe - A bunch of AU’s featuring different idols

Butterflies ft. Seokjin - Y/N is an American song writer that befriends Kim Seokjin

Era of Love Series ft. Got7 - Nothing like that good ol’ college au

Lactation Kink: Poly!BTS - (2/3)

Chain Reaction ft. Bambam (5/6)

Chain Reaction ft. Kim Yugyeom (5/6)

The Jayde Heiress ft. BTS - Back against the wall, Arissa must learn to live in Bangtan’s world if she wants to survive. (to be rewritten)

You cry because you can’t fit their clothing - Got7, BTS, Monsta X

They meet you, their celebrity crush - Got7, Monsta X, Stray Kids, BTS

You crying in the shower - Monsta X, Shinee

They get to do a stage with their crush - Stray Kids, BTS, Shinee

You run into your ex and they see you have a child - Got7, Monsta X

When your top falls off in the pool - BTS, Shinee, Monsta X

You wear braids to a fan sign - Got7, BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

You’re pmsing - Ateez

You hit on your boyfriend while drunk - BTS, Stray Kids, Monsta X

Barber Shop ft. Kim Namjoon - Alysia just wanted to get her son’s hair fixed, she wasn’t expecting to fall for his new barber, Alpha Kim Namjoon.

Wherever You Are ft. BTS - This is what happens when you catch their eye while enjoying the nightlife.

Dragon’s Heart - Prince Jaebeom is the last descendent of the mighty dragons that left the Earth long ago. When a sudden attack leaves him wounded, Y/N saves his life. (Fantasy Au, Strangers to lovers)

Capture the Heart ft. Kim Seokjin - When Seokjin’s playboy ways come to bite him in the ass, Jaya is there to save him…based off this gif set (Strangers to Friends to Lovers / College AU)

The Captain’s Vow ft. Kim Seokjin - When tragedy strikes due to the betrayal of the Royals, Capitan Seokjin switches sides to avenge those he has lost. (Pirate AU)

Trust Me ft. Mark Tuan and Song Mingi

demon au, gang au, dead dove

My All ft. Youngjae

fake dating au, pregnancy au

The Dragon’s Apprentice ft. BTS’ Rapline

dragon au, fantasy au, mxm

Not A Dream ft. Jungkook

ex to lovers au, gang au

Hey, My Baby ft. Jimin

strangers to lovers au, vampire au, sugar momma au

Something Like Fate ft. ??

strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint

Untitled ft. Got7/BTS

dragon au, sugar daddy au

You See Me? (I see You) ft. Hoseok

military au, brother’s friend au

Smile For Me ft. Jimin

actor au, stalker au

Handsome Devil ft. Shownu

demon au, unrequited love, fake dating au

Recipe For Love ft. ??

strangers to lovers

Looking For You ft. BTS

soulmates au, dream walking au

Michael & Jackson, After the Singer? ft. Jackson Wang

strangers to lovers, idol au, fake twin au

All of You ft. Bambam

yandere au, non-idol au

Pass You By ft. Minhyuk

ex’s to lovers au

Leave Me Alone ft. Changkyun

gang au

Enough ft. Vernon

friends to lovers au

Remembering You ft. Yoongi

married au

Consequence ft. Jungkook

vampire au

Untitled ft Jimin

werewolf au, a/b/o, friends to lovers au

Say Ahhh ft. Many Idols

personal chef au

Fairy Floss and Cottontails ft. Yoonkook

hybrid au, Easter au

Motion of the Ocean ft. Jackson Wang

mermaid au, fantasy au

The Story of You ft. Kim Namjoon

soulmate au

Q&A ft. Jaebeom

teacher au (sequel to Not So New Professor)

Welcome Home ft. Seonghwa

friends to lovers au, idol au

All About You ft. San

friends to lovers, gang au

Hear Me ft. ??

band au

Hello, Again ft. Monsta X

strangers to lovers, Idol au

Lost and Found ft. Monsta X

gang au

Lost My Halo ft. Gang7

high school/college au

Fall Apart ft. Mark

gang au

Sweet Pea ft. Yugyeom

gang au

Lie To Me ft. Jackson

gang au

Sub-Rosa ft Jaebeom

gang au

Isn’t Something Missing? ft. Youngjae

gang au

Count For Me ft. Jinyoung

gang au

Two Piece ft. Bambam

gang au

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from the Anchors & Arrows series A Siren’s Agreement : Part 1

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader Genre: pirate!au; sea faring!au; fantasy au 

Royalty was always meant for royalty.  Water or land, it did not matter.

Those that wore the crown were destined for each other. 

That’s what you tell Mark on the deck of his ship. You try to convince him that once there was peace. 

Loyalty and love.

The look on his face as the sun bore down on him and his men was not the face of someone who believed. 

And why would he? He was raised to kill creatures like you. And now one comes to him and says everything he’s ever known is a lie?

You wouldn’t believe either.

Which is why you’re now 50 feet under water, staring into the cold eyes of the Sea Queen.

You mother.

It’s no surprise she came to find you. The waters were not always safe and your people were extra cautious when they knew the Milo was out at sea.

“Please tell me,” your mother growled, “you did not dare do what I think you did.”

Silence.

If possible, her eyes glowed an even stronger red as she neared you.

“If you want him to keep his tongue, you’ll answer me child.”

Even though tied up in the strongest seaweed, Mark looked regal and haughty, as if he wasn’t being held prisoner at the bottom of the ocean.

“It had to be done. I apologize for my rash behavior but it was the only way and you are well aware of the circumstances Your Majesty.”

The hand on your cheek and the slap that follows surprises the Prince, you see it in his eyes as your head jolts violently to the side from the action. It stings, merfolk are not immune to pain, but it’s the flaring embarrassment that momentarily colors your pale cheeks.

Be strong.

You steel yourself fir what’s next, holding your ground as you face her once more. 

Your mother’s anger is boiling, water around her hot as she tries to reign her temper in. It’s just the three of you out in open water, the Milo unmoving above you as its crew members remain frozen in time.

When she had found you, she had sensed the magic and had come alone.  Unorthodox for a Queen but you know why, the reasoning behind the that decision. 

No one truly knew just how cruel she could be. How cruel she was.

Yes, she was an able ruler, one that thought of her people before even her own family. But beneath the strength and her ever wise decisions, there was a mermaid that burned like the sun with a heart filled with bitterness.

You were not her only daughter but you were the only one that would even dare to pull a stunt like this.

“I should chop off that tail of yours and leave you in the weed with your beloved prince,” she hissed. Pulling your face tightly between two fingers, she scowled and whispered, “You know critical times are right now Y/N. How could you even think about exposing your magic to a ship full of pyrates?”

The pain burned through you but you held your ground, held her gaze, until she let go.

“People are dying mother. Humans and merfolk alike. You know there must be a union. The magic must be passed in order for both species to survive. You’re sitting your throne just waiting for us to finally go extinct!”

She looked offended, backing away momentarily. “Waiting? Waiting? You stupid girl, I’m trying to fix our problem. I’m trying to save us without having to shackle ourselves to them!” She points at Mark, eyes wild. 

“You hate humans but we are destined mother. We cannot survive without them, and they us. We are running out of time.”

“So your idea was a Siren’s Agreement? Blood mixed with blood, a bond only broken in death. You give up your tail, your magic, and become a bride of a royal from the Empire for a year? That’s your freedom Y/N, the ocean.”

You turn to Mark and you watch him absorb the information your mother just disclosed. 

“A year does not compare to death.”

Your mother’s voice was sad. “Sometimes the year is death.”

Time is still frozen when your feet hit the deck. Mark’s crew remained unmoving, staring at the spot you both stood before disappearing. You take tentative steps forward as he examines his now suddenly dry garments. Your mother’s voice echoes around in your head until his breaks through.

“Explain to me what just happened.” You chuckle bitterly, “What, it wasn’t self explaining?”

“That was the Queen. Ruler if the ocean. And your mother.”

Your silence is all the confirmation he needs so he presses on. “You asked me, before she whisked us away, if I knew what a Siren’s Agreement was. Everything she said, was it true? The agreement includes you living on land as a human? A bride for whatever royal is willing to marry you?”

You wince at the way he says it but nod nonetheless. Your eyes meet his and your gaze hardens, “It would be a sacrifice I’d be willing to make for my people”

“And mine. Considering I’d be the royal in that little sentence.”

A beat passes. 

“Your mother is lovely princess.” “She is bitter,” you bite back, ”with good reason.”

“We are not meant to be friends, let alone spouses,” he replies, “my job is to kill you. You couldn’t possibly believe I’d accept a marriage proposal.”

You turn on him, “I know very well what your job is. But the magic gained in the union between our kind ad yours brings peace. It guarantees life. And loyalty.”

“Humans have peace.”

Time was starting to move, your mother’s magic ending. His first mate Eunwoo was freed first and his eyes widened at the sight of both of you. He moved quickly down the steps of the bridge, the rest of the crew reanimating. Your own magic moves through you as you inch nearer to the ship’s bow. Mark jolts forward as if to follow you into the depths, catching himself at the last moment.

“Humans have peace,” he repeats, just as Eunwoo reaches for his elbow. Your smile holds the same sadness your mother’s voice did, wind picking up and your legs returning to its shimmering tail.

“...then you’re not paying enough attention dear prince.”

And then you jumped, lost to the sea spray as the main deck comes alive again.

You don’t return home, can’t return and face her. Your plan most likely did not work and now you didn’t know what to do.

For now, you retreated to your sanctuary, a hidden spot in the outskirts of Ered you discovered when adventuring as a child. As the years passed and you grew older, you found yourself there more and more, the silence better than the self loathing at home. 

It held small trinkets of your youth, things collected from your time away from your family. It’s not like your own quarters in the palace but you feel relief when you settle on the ground, tucked away from your failures in the quiet beating of your own heart. 

You don’t know what your next step is, unsure if there even is a next step. You don’t even know if you can go home. Your siblings will have already heard of your treachery, no doubt exaggerated by your mother.

No, for now you catch your breath. Because as you lie in your hideaway, you realize whether or not your plan worked, you did the one things forbidden of you.

You gave a human more knowledge than any should hold. You told a human of magic.

The Milo reached Khotia quicker than planned, much to Mark’s dismay.

“At least there’s no fanfare,” Eunwoo grinned, stretching his long arms over his head. “If there was another parade, you would’ve sulked all through the feast.”

Mark would’ve replied with some crude remark but chose to only growl instead, shoving past him as he made his way down the dock.

He was back on land. And back to being a prince.

“Where are you going Your Majesty,” Eunwoo yells from behind him.

To Zemër.

Zemër, a tavern settled off the docks, was a pyrate’s favorite place to unwind once their feet hit solid ground. Run by Kiraz, a former Queen’s Guard, the four walls echoed with laughter, foul words and plenty of secrets.

The only reason it was still standing, besides the fact it kept the kingdom's unsavory in one place, was because Kiraz saved Mark’s sister one.

Sacrificed her sight but had the royal family forever in her debt.

It was too early for any real noise so when Mark entered, he was unsurprised to find her standing at the bar cleaning glasses. A waft of lavender and spices hit his senses as she turned towards him, snow white hair flying up with the movement. Her crimson lips curled into a grin as he sat himself in front of her.

“You are really early Your Highness,” she teased. Roux, her right hand man and in house giant passes just then, boxes piled high in his arms and a single nod sent his way.

“You know the Milo is quick,” he says, sending his own nod back tot he man as he disappeared around the corner. She tsks, shaking her head, enticing more of that scent his way. “Now you and I both know news of that siren has already reached shore.”

He clenched his jaw in irritation, “How far up shore exactly?” She shrugs, “Not far enough but it’s only a matter of time. The Mermaid Killer let a creature go free. Was she at least pretty?”

He thought back tot he encounter, back to your face as your mother’s hand collided with your cheek.

Yes, he thought. “No,” he said aloud.

“Learn to lie better Mark,” she replied, “I’m blind but your hesitation reads a mile away. I hope you can do better than that when returning home. Having feelings for a mermaid won’t sit well with your parents.”

“There are no feelings Kiraz, by the heavens. She’s a siren.” “...exactly.”

There’s silence, aside from the grumbling of a few leftover drunkards. And then, “You’re here for information.” He never came for anything else. He was only a pyrate out on the water. He slides his prepared payment her way, “I need to know the history of a mermaid’s magic.”

Kiraz inhales sharply, dropping the glass she held, the noise of it shattering bouncing against the inside of the tavern. Mark is surprised, she’s usually so terrifyingly calm, even more so when she grabs his sleeve and hisses to the back quickly, vanishing behind the curtain. 

When he emerges on the other side, she immediately turns on him, “She showed you her magic?”

He nods, cautious. “Not that willingly. It was in desperation. She wanted to know if I knew what a Siren’s Agreement was.”

“...you don’t. Or you wouldn’t be here.” “Kiraz, do not forget who you’re speaking with. We’ve done this dance plenty of times.”

She chuckles, bowing at the waist, “Of course Prince Mark. A Siren’s Agreement. Blood mixed with blood. And a year spent on land.”

Mark remembers the Sea Queen’s words. Sometimes the year is death.

“Why don’t I know about a mermaid’s magic?” Kiraz moves off to the side, cutting tape off inventory boxes. ‘Most likely hidden. There hasn’t been a union in years.”

“A union between a royal, mermaid and human.” “...yes. Long ago, a mermaid’s magic kept the land and sea prosperous. Trade was common, as was merfolk on land.”

He remembered your transformation, your legs.

“From your silence, I assume that’s how the creature caught your attention.” He didn’t answer so she continued, “It used to be harmonious. We thrived together. Royals from land and sea, joined in together and united in old, powerful magic.”

“Until?” She sighed, “A misunderstanding. Although, it depends on who you ask. Some not as kind as I consider it traitorous.”

“Traitorous.” “The Queen Aylin, wife of the great King Asriel. I assume you remember what your tutors taught you.”

He did. “It was a time of great peace. Their union brought the Empire together. It was said that the Queen’s kindness balanced, and tamed, the King’s temper.”

“And?” “And she bore six children before passing. The king was devastated.”

Her smile was discouraging.

“History lied. She passed, yes. But a mermaid’s magic is tied to the sea. And to the love they’ve chosen on land. Queen Aylin wished to return to the ocean to strengthen her magic. And she wished to take the children. She promised to return, for she loved her husband and her life in the Kingdom of Muiria, but she grew weak on legs and needed to grow strong.”

Laced with confusion, Mark asked, “But you said merfolk on land was common.”

“Ah, but she was royal. And Asriel was afraid she’d disappear, steal his heirs and the magic away into the sea spray. He grew paranoid, his council feeding his fears like a hungry beast.”

He knew in his heart what happened next. Murder. He killed her.

“...the magic didn’t pass onto the children?” When her magic died, so did theirs.

“The princess, the siren that appeared in front of me, she said I wasn’t paying enough attention when I told her humans had peace.”

“She’s smart, that creature. You can’t see past the bow of the Milo. The land is dying. The Empire is afraid. And you honestly haven’t noticed the receding water?

He hadn’t.

“Kiraz,” he said, determination coloring his tone. She grinned, “Yes, Your Majesty?”

“How do I summon a siren?”

You feel the summons, deep within your bones, as the water shifts around you. 

The magic calling to you is strong and for a moment, you think it’s your mother beckoning you home. When feet hit solid ground and the foam dissipates, you’re surprised to see Prince Mark and a woman you don’t recognize off to his right.

“Your Majesty,” you say calmly, honestly too tired to be on alert. You could only hope you hadn’t just been summoned to the sit of your own murder. 

“Princess. Kiraz told me you merfolk can only be summoned to a place if you accept the magic. So I’m a little...”

You sigh, “In all honesty prince, I thought you were my mother demanding I come home.”

He frowns, “You...she banished you?” “My mother is cruel but she’d never risk losing another child. So no, not banished. I simply have yet to return.”

“So she was pretty.” Your attention shifts to the unfamiliar female. Her stark white hair was free against her shoulders, past the small of her back. She was dressed in military style clothing, trousers tucked into long black boots and a form fitting but loose white tunic buttoned all the way up to her neck. Her fingers were adorned in all gold jewelry, rings of all sizes. Her red lips were curled into a smile and her eyes...

“I could be hideous,” you casually say.

Her laugh was loud, “I don’t need to see you to know you’re beautiful princess,” she bows, “Kiraz. Welcome to my establishment.

That name.

“Kiraz Brum. Famed warrior of the Queen’s Guard. You know, you’re a story we tell children to frighten them.”

Kiraz grins, “What an honor. I hope my name served its purpose.” “Children stay away from the borders of Khotia so...yes. I’d say it works quite efficiently. Now, if I could? Why have you summoned me? And how? How did you know the ritual?”

She shrugs, moving backwards to sit on a nearby crate. “The why is his department. The how? Let’s just say I picked up that little tidbit when I was still employed by the royals.”

You mirrored her action, sitting on whatever was nearest, which also happened to be a crate. “A story for another time. Well, Your Majesty? Twice in 24 hours is unique to say the least. What do you want?”

Mark, silent up until now, crossed his arms. “The last union between our kind was Queen Aylin and her human husband, the great King Asriel.”

You mood suddenly soured. “Great would be too kind an adjective.” “Would murderer work better?”

“Ah, I see. Kiraz has opened those eyes of yours. Yes. Your great King Asriel, deep within his own madness and paranoid, killed his queen. You see, a Siren’s Agreement is a partnership. Blood mixed with blood. To keep the peace, for the land and sea to prosper, a mermaid’s magic must remain strong. And to feed that strength, the time spent on solid ground must match the time in Ered. Each royal pair understood the terms of the agreement and continued to honor them until your great Asriel made it impossible for the merfolk to trust humans again.”

“The council convinced him she was a traitor taking his children and the magic he considered his,” Mark whispered.

He couldn’t believe it, not really. Everything he’s been told, been taught, to what end? Why hide history?

“Why not learn from those mistakes,” he asks out loud, “why enter into a war that they know will never end?

You watch him process the truth, watch his safe walls crumble around him. And for a moment, you mourn the last bit of his innocence that was slipping away.

“Not everyone enjoyed sharing solid land with the merfolk,” Kiraz reveals, “when Aylin died, the Empire saw it as a chance to return them to the Ered for good.”

Mark meets your eyes, “But something is happening now, that’s why you came to find me.” 

You nod, “The last of the  magic is disappearing. Both land and sea are suffering and will be beyond saving if you don’t join in the agreement with me.”

He frowns, “Why me? There are at least two princes in every kingdom.” Kiraz snorts, “But how many of those princes masquerade as pyrates six months out of every year since he turned 20?”

He glares and you can’t help but laugh, caching them both off guard.

“She has a point,” you hastily reply, “you know the water, thrive on it. Out of every prince of the Empire, I thought you’d be the best option to shackle myself to for a year.”

“Such flattery princess, what kind words.” “I do not want magic to disappear,” your tone growing serious, “merfolk and humans aside, the very foundations of our homes depend on it. I do not know about you dear prince, but I want peace. For everyone.”

The captain whistles, “Do it Mark, she’d be a better diplomat than you.”

Mark doesn’t reply back, just stares at you. Weighing his options before jumping into your crazy scheme. 

“The Empire would never allow it. You mother would never allow it.” “Then we skip the formalities. If you agree, right here in the storage room of a tavern, Kiraz can be the ritual’s witness.”

It’s madness and they’re both floored at the suggestion of a hastily done ceremony in the back room of Zemër but Kiraz speaks first.

“How do you know I know the ritual?” You shrugged, “I assumed. And I assumed correctly, yes?” “...I should stop underestimating you princess.” “A wise choice Captain Brum. Now dear prince, will you refuse my offer a second time?”

It’s all too quick, too hasty of a decision to be made without guidance. Mark knows what his family will do, what the council and people of Khotia would say. Things are not done this way.

But union to a siren, royal or not, was not done at all.

Not to mention his freedom as captain of the Milo. Was he really ready for a year of life on land?

“How do I know this isn’t a trick,” he challenged. “Oh by the heavens,” Kiraz started.

“No, you’re right. For a moment, I forgot our people are enemies. The outer fields of Khotia, just north of the small village of Dimelor. You’ll find the proof you’re searching for in order to believe me. It’s less than a day’s ride for two horses if the captain here wishes to join you. Once you’ve seen, you know how to summon me again.”

Mark’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing. “And if you’re lying?”

You magic moves around you, shifting you back to your original form. The air smells of sea spray and before you’re deposited back into the Ered, you answer his last question.

“Then dear prince, you can have a princess’ tail.”

Dimelor rests nestled in the mountains, surrounded by green fields and humble homes. The smallest village in the kingdom, it grows produce which is shipped in bulk to the citizens of the main city.

Mark’s mother, the Queen Elinia, spent springs visiting the workers and their families, ensuring not only the health of the fields but the health of their caretakers. Sometimes, she’d bring Mark and he’d play, getting lost in the tall grass. The outer fields were large, housing the bigger vegetables and the man in charge, Lucien Elidior, always snuck treats to him as a boy.

They hug when Mark dismounts his horse Nova.

“You look well my prince, welcome.” Mark smiles gently at the aging man before him. “As do you Lucien. It’s good to see you. You know my associate, Kiraz Brum.”

“Captain,” Lucien replies, bowing slightly. Kiraz grins in return, bending slightly at the waist as well.

“Now what brings you all the way out here?” Mark starts his walk down tot he fields themselves. “I need to see the fields. Shipment is soon as I recall.”

Lucien’s demeanor changes suddenly, his cheery disposition becoming nervous. Mark senses the change right away, noting Kiraz does as well.

“Something wrong Lucien?” The caretaker seems distracted, eyes darting every so often to the bend around the corner.

“Lucien?” His attention snaps back suddenly, “The shipment was early my prince! There’s no produce to oversee. I’m sorry you and the captain came all this way for nothing.”

“I’m blind but even I know you’re lying Lucien,” Kiraz relies smoothly, tucking her hands into her coat as she steps around them both. Lucien tries to intervene but Mark catches his wrist, “Whatever you’re hiding, as your future king, you must tell me.”

The older man looks guilty but nods, following close behind the two. Kiraz is quick on her feet, rounding the bend and getting full view of the fields. When Mark hears her frantically call his name, he picks up his speed before stopping completely in his tracks.

“By the heavens,” he whispers, astonished.

The once lush green fields were barren, weeds in place of towering grass and patches of dry land where fresh produce once grew dotting the area as far as he could see. He couldn’t believe his eye. He remembered what it once was, the beauty that stood before him every time he came to visit. 

“It’s gone Kiraz, she was right,” he turned towards Lucien, “how is this happening? My parents...”

“They are aware Your Majesty,” he replied. “It started a week ago, slow decay from the northwest corner of the fields. We sent a report and your mother ordered us to harvest whatever we could and quickly.”

“Do we know why this is happening,” Kiraz wonders, even though she’s well aware of the magic and its steady disappearance. 

“We are unsure captain. The early morning workers noticed dying vegetables and before we knew it, we were losing almost half of our usual harvest.”

“The other villages,” Mark inquired, worried about the response. “Unaffected for now.”

Thank the heavens.

“My prince,” Lucien slowly began, “you should know. You were never meant to see this. Your mother made it clear you were not to be told.”

“Just me or all her children?” “...you alone.”

Curious.

“Kiraz, head back to Zemër.” “And you?”

“I need to have a word with the Queen.” 

He loved the palace growing up.

While others saw it as a soaring epicenter of power, to Mark it was home. 

Safety. Family. 

But as his 20th birthday approached, he found his home stifling, as if someone had sucked out all its air. The pressure was immense, especially being the eldest boy. His sisters were safe from the responsibilities of slaying mermaids. 

He lived and breathed it.

After his first kill, after returning home a murderous hero, the four walls he had come to love felt like they were slowly closing in. He spent time training off site, missing meals to sweat out his frustrations instead. Alongside Eunwoo, childhood friend turned right hand pyrate, he became at home on the waters of the Ered. His parents never questioned it, his mother’s only complaint besides his safety was how often he found himself away. 

Walking up to them now, regal on their thrones, he wondered what they’d say. He wondered if they’d defend themselves. 

“My boy! We heard you docked early and was curious to know when you’d show your face.”

His father King Laith was a strong man, not necessarily in stature but in every other way. Graying hair didn’t dim his bright smile, nor did it stop the charisma from overflowing. A deadly combination during negotiations. Mark smiled, letting himself get wrapped up in a hug. He threw his arms around the King’s shoulders, spying his mother still atop the dais. From her calm demeanor and calculated smile, he knew she was aware of his quick trip to Dimelor. His suspicions were further confirmed upon seeing Atlas, her peregrine falcon and spy, land on a nearby ledge.

When the two men broke apart, she comes forward, seeping motherly love.

“There he is, safe and sound.”

He lets himself be embraced once more, taking in her scent of lilies and orchids, eyes closing for just a moment.

“Hello Mother.” She smiles, this time a true mother’s smile, kissing his cheek. “It’s good to have you home. Your absence was felt, your brother would much rather spar with you than his aging father.” They laugh at the King’s expense and in moments like this, Mark feels like he’s home again.

The way home once was.

“I miss the Ered already but I cannot wait for my bed. The rest of our overbearing family?”

“Your sisters took a trip to Liaven and should return within the week. And the youngest is off in Muria for two more days overseeing the newly commissioned weapons for our army. We’ll be reunited soon.”

Mark nods and before he knows it, the King is whisked away to meet with the Council and he’s left with his mother and her damn bird.

“You’ve seen the fields.” It wasn’t a question.

Right to the point then.

“Why hide that from me?” “Who’s hiding? You’ve been at sea for almost a year. Getting messages to you is difficult. Plus, agriculture is not your concern.”

“When I am King it will be. And I’ve made aware you gave the orders to purposely keep it away from me. So I’ll ask again. Why?”

Her eyes are cold as they turn towards him. “If we’re in the habit of answering questions, you’ll answer mine first. You’ve never, in 7 years, let a siren go. And now one roams free instead of being spear headed to the deck of the Milo.”

“That wasn’t a question mother.” “Do not test me.”

He’d answer her, truly, if he only he himself knew the answer. Why didn’t he kill you?

“Feelings for a siren will get you killed.” “So will hunger if our fields remain barren.”

A servant arrived then, reporting that the Queen was needed. Good, he had grown tired of this conversation. 

“The crops will be taken care of. You’ll be back on the water soon enough so don’t let yourself get worked up over it. And as for the other issue. Find it. Kill it. Do not be weak now.”

Disappearing around the corner, Mark released a pent up sigh, shutting his eyes to try and stop a growing migraine. “Useless,” he said, the word echoing in the emptiness around him. His mother knew something but would sooner sacrifice Atlas than tell him. He knew it had to do with the magic and it wouldn’t surprise him if his mother knew all the deep dark secrets of the past.

But there was one that would tell him. The Queen would be furious but things were becoming more urgent the longer he was home.

“Mother is livid,” your sister says when she finds you wandering around. 

You had returned home after meeting with the Prince and Kiraz, avoiding places your family could corner you. You forgot that your youngest sister was annoying enough to find you anyway.

“I’m sure she is.. .And I’m sure she’s told you tall tales of  my adventures. But I’m too tired to answer all your burning questions Cathia.”

“Only one question. Was he handsome? They say he is, for a murderer.”

That stop you in your tracks, water growing silent around you. 

Was he? Handsome? It’s not like you were really paying attention. You were preoccupied with more pressing matters. Thinking back, you dig into your memories, pulling a visual of the Prince forward.

Strong build. Dark hair. Striking eyes. He didn’t smile in your presence but you assumed it wouldn’t be all that terrible.

“You could say that,” you casually reply, swimming forward. Your sister follows, looking utterly pleased, “Oh my, very handsome then. You’re blushing Y/N!”

You frown, palm against your cheek, “That is absolutely ridiculous Cathia. He is the Mermaid Killer. I did what I did to save our people, to save magic. Without a union, everything as we know it will die.”

“Wait. A union? What in the great Ered are you talking about?”

Surprise colors Cathia’s features as she pulls you to a stop to face her. “Mother said nothing about a union to that murderer!”

I guess she didn’t tell them everything.

“You have nothing to worry about, Mother stopped anything from progressing. And he shot it down anyway, I am a siren after all.”

You hoped that was enough to appease your little sister but you should’ve known better. Her expression turned irate, “You make it sound as if you simply proposed a union to a random individual and not the human responsible for most of our people’s deaths. The magic might be disappearing but I’d rather disappear into the mist than have you shackled to him.”

“I’d rather live. Mother also disagrees but alas, I made my move. There’s no reason for everyone, everything, to die. A year on land is a sacrifice I can make. If he had accepted.”

Cathia is about to strike back with a rebuttal when your blood runs warm, ceasing any words in your throat. You feel it, a steady thrum in time with the beat of your heart.

I’m being summoned.

Your sister couldn’t here once the ritual was complete, whisking her to wherever the Prince was. You became momentarily frantic as you felt the pull under your skin.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you quickly say, “just leave me be for now, I beg you.”

You can plainly see in her eyes she has more to say, biting her lip apprehensively. You’re hoping she drops it, almost shouting in relief when she agrees and makes you promise to return home safely. 

“And don’t you dare do anything rash,” she scolds. You could almost laugh.

“I promise. Now go on, I’ll be fine.”

It’s when she’s finally out of sight that the thrum is at its strongest, taking you away in the current and out of the Ered.

Mark’s grandmother, the former Queen Freya, lived high up in the Thelorian Mountains, away from the main court and the royal family.

He could still remember cllimbing the very same steps he was now, small legs trying to keep up with her as she ascended quickly. Freya was the only royal that supported the idea of siren equality, living in peace with other species. Her beliefs were considered radical, whispers in court starting up behind her back. Soon she retired to the mountains, commissioning a home away from judgement in and out of the palace.

Being out on the sea kept him from her much more than he would like, the journey to see her even father than the outer fields of Dimelor. 

“If you mother discovers you’re here, she’ll have headaches for days,” his grandmother yells, hands on her hips as she stands at the top of the stairs.

He grins, sprinting up the last few steps and into her embrace. “You’re not as in shape as I thought you’d be Yien,” she teased.

“We both know you’re in much better shape than all of us combined năinai.”

She pinches his cheek, “Flattery will get you nowhere boy. Tell me why you’ve come to see an old woman up in the mountains.”

She takes his hand, grasping tightly as they walk the path to the main house. Built under the cover titanic wisteria trees, Freya’s estate spanned most of the upper hills, the flattest parts stable enough to build upon. It was created to ensure the former Queen’s safety and comfort, away from the citizens that didn’t share the same views.

Tea was waiting when they arrived, liquid steaming as his grandmother beckoned him to sit. “So. Something has happened. What’s going on?”

“Năinai, what do you know about Siren Agreements? About a union between our kind and theirs, a joining of magic?”

Freya eyes her grandson. “You finally know about the fields.” Mark’s eyes widened, “You know about that?”

She laughed, “I might live up here like a recluse but I was once Queen. And many still follow me. Of course I know things. The question is, what do you know?”

“I know things have been hidden from me. And I know taking a siren wife may save our dying land.”

“...marriage? My dear boy, a union doesn’t need to be matrimony.”

What?

Freya sits back in her chair disregarding her tea. “A union between a siren and a human is a Siren’s Agreement, yes. Blood mixed with blood, a joining of magic. The siren must spend the minimum of a year on land in order for both lands to prosper.”

“But Queen Aylin and King Asriel had children.” “ Yes, six. But not all unions result in children. Aylin, after her year, realized she had fallen in love, and vice versa. Hence, a wedding. If you’re to join in such an agreement, it doesn’t mean gold rings on your fingers.”

Which means I can still be out at sea. I can still captain the Milo.

“How is it you know so much?” She chuckles, “A Queen must be aware Yien. Just because I’m up here and everyone down there has forgotten what sirens have done for us, doesn’t meant I have to as well.”

“Forgotten? What do you  mean?”

With a sigh, she crosses her legs. “Your tutors taught you nothing then. Truly. The real history they kept hidden so people would hate a species that were once our allies. Listen closely dear. Sirens are strong and yes, they can be dangerous. But once, a very long time ago, we lived peacefully. The land and the sea were thriving in harmony. When one needed help, the other came to their aid. A partnership. Love. Friendship.”

Birds chirped overhead, filling the silence between them both. Freya watched her grandson filter through the overload of information, a pensive look on his face paired with a frown set between his brows. 

“Sweetheart, why are you here? Or rather, how are you here? How did you come to be aware of all this? You, the famed Mermaid Killer.”

He scoffed with a hint of a smile, “It’s a bit of a long story. Which I think I’ll just show you to save some time.”

Her brows rose in surprise, “Now you’ve got my interest piqued. What do you need me to do?”

You’re high up in the mountains once the smell of the Ered dissipates. The sun is bright and warm against your skin as your tail transforms into legs. You squint, hand coming up to shield your ace as an astonished voice rings out behind you.

“By the heavens. Mark, she actually appeared.” You rise, on alert even in front of a familiar face. You’re hesitant, keeping a bit of distance.

“It’s alright princess. We won’t hurt you. May I present, the Queen Dowager Freya.”

The elderly woman next to him bows, “Welcome to the Thelorian Mountains Your Majesty.”

You bow as well. “Queen Dowager. I’m aware of your efforts towards peace with our kind. It is truly appreciated.”

She smiles, “You look like your grandfather.” Shocked, your heart skips. “Y-you knew him?” “Mmmhmm. He was a brave siren. And loved you deeply. His death was...hard.” “Yes, I dear say it was.”

You shake away painful memories and address the Prince. “You summoned me again which means you’re either going to kill me or...”

“The Dimelor fields, how did you know,” he asks, halting you mid-sentence.  “Magic. Always magic. You saw it then, your crops dying.”

He nods gravelly, “Yes. Barren fields where there was once lush green. It was unfathomable to comprehend.”

“You understand then, the severity of the situation.” “I’m beginning to understand everything. Which brings me to my next point: why did you tell me a Siren’s Agreement was marriage?”

You smile knowingly, “Why dear Prince, I never said anything of the sort. You assumed it was a marriage. Has it become appealing to you, marrying me?”

His cheeks color and his grandmother can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t be ridiculous princess, I made an assumption, that’s all. Like your mother said, being ‘shackled’ to me would be hell.”

“You’ve met the Sea Queen.” “Unfortunately,” he mumbled. turning to her.

She addressed you, “Is she still surly and stubborn?” “When was she not?”

The Queen Dowager laughs. “Minthe always believed the sirens were better off on their own. Her hatred of humans runs as deep as their hatred of her.”

“She has a valid reason.” “Yes, sadly she does.”

Your walls fall a bit, there’s something about the former Queen you feel you can trust. She senses it as well and smiles warmly. “My grandson called you here to accept your proposal.”

That takes you aback and your head swivels towards him, “The union? You’re agreeing?”

He reaches and scratches the back of his head sheepishly, “There’s things to discuss but...yes. For the good of our people.”

“I thought what you cared about most was captaining the Milo.” “My ship isn’t more important than my people, no matter how much I love the sea.”

“You said there were things to discuss.” He straightens in a very prince like manner. “Yes. If we are joined, even if it isn’t a marriage, I will treat it as such. And what’s mine will be yours. You will be safe on land for the year you are there. I know not of the ways things once were. But I accept your guidance in the things I must learn, if you accept mine.”

You blink once. And then a few times more. “That’s very mature of you, Your Grace.”

“I can be...when the occasion calls for it. Do you agree? Or have anything to add?”

“Not really. I’m just waiting for the part where you tell me how we’re going to tell our families. I assume they’ll be present for the joining.”

He doesn’t reply, exchanging a simple look with his grandmother that speaks a thousand words. You know what it means, you share similar looks with your siblings when your mother isn’t paying attention.

“We have no plans of telling our families. Your grandmother will be our only witness and my first appearance in front of the royal family of Khotia will be on legs.”

“I have a beautiful Khotian gown you can wear,” the Queen Dowager adds. “This is rash. Insane. Crazy. Unprecedented.” 

Mark laughs. “More rash, insane, crazy and unprecedented than showing yourself to a ship full of pyrates?”

Ugh, he does have a point.

You purse your lips but say nothing, instead turning to a more authoritative figure. But as if she read your mind, Freya simply throws her hands up. “I have no objection. I’d be happy to be your witness. And I will personally be there to hold your hand as you present yourself to Khotia.”  

“And might I remind you,” the Prince butts in, “you were just fine with the idea of hastily done ritual in the back room of Zemër, with Kiraz as the witness.”

“That was before you actually accepted. I didn’t think the great Prince of Khotia would join in a union without his family’s knowledge or presence.”

His grin is smug, “I am unexpected princess.” “Which means I should expect more of the unexpected.” "Exactly. So?”

You weighed your options. Just like your idea to board the Milo, this was a bad idea. There were too many obstacles and yes all this started because of you. You, who wants to save the sea and land, even with everything stacked against you. Now, you had a prince willing.

Now, something can be done. And both worlds don’t have to burn.

You meet the prince’s eyes, the question lingering there in his irises.

“So...a union then?”

It wasn’t a grand affair. Not that either of you thought it’d be.

The ritual was simple, albeit with a bit more blood than you remembered it needing. The Queen Dowager had tears in her eyes as she blessed the union, hugging you both at the end.

There was no kiss, no stares of affection, simply a handshake between you both. There was an understanding in Mark, a new look that washed over his face when his blood mixed with the magic. He was made of it now, his soul linked to the sea in a deeper way than being a captain.

He had wondered aloud, without even realizing it, “Does it always feel like this?” “Always,” you had replied, your own magic thrumming warm within your cold siren veins.

Freya offered a meal, the first on you had on land, and discussed what happened next.

“The transformation is quick, 24 hours until I trade my tail for legs.” “What of your family,” Mark asked in between bites of his food.

“I’ll say my goodbyes. They can’t know about the union before I step on land. My mother is strong. She can undo the union with her own magic and it will painful.”

“...painful?”

His grandmother chimes in, “You are joined now my boy. Blood mixed with blood remember? Undoing that will be like ripping apart your very soul.”

He swallowed, “Sounds like something we’d like to avoid then.” You had laughed, surprising everyone, before you quickly recovered and told them you’d be back the next morning.

Your  goodbyes were quick, but not as hasty, as to avoid suspicion. You didn’t know whether or not to be upset about the fact your siblings couldn’t feel the urgency in your hugs, as if you’d be back that night. Your mother wasn’t around, attending to matters of the sea. A part of you wanted to wait but you could feel that thrum of magic, scales prickling like human skin.

You were back on land before the 24 hours were up, holding tight to a bundle to clothes and towels as Freya led you to a room in her massive home.

“It will be an adjustment but I am here if you need anything. Do not hesitate to call for me.”

“Mother believed in handling things on your own.” Her smile was gentle, “There is nothing wrong with asking for help, Your Grace. We are family.”

Family.

“Thank you Queen Dowager, I will do my best to remember that.” “Oh my dear girl, I told you. Family. Queen Dowager is too formal. Năinai will do just fine.”

Your heart started to beat strongly for a moment. “...năinai?” “Grandmother. Now get some sleep my darling. Tomorrow, you shall be introduced to the world.”

Tomorrow. Tomorrow everything shall change.

“You’re nervous.” “Sweaty palms is a symptom of being nervous?”

Mark chuckles, adjusting the collar of his very prince like gold studded military jacket. “Yes. Sweaty anything is a symptom.”

“Then yes, I’m nervous. And I don’t enjoy sweating either. Human reactions are odd and frankly, disgusting.”

He’s grinning at you as your fingers fumble and you feel the crushing weight of the gown Freya loaned you. He’s surprised that you’re nervous, if he’s being honest. He’s only ever seen you stoic and strong, rarely letting any other emotions overtake you, a side effect no doubt of being raised by the Sea Queen.

The young woman sitting next to him was different, as if time on land was slowly transforming her.

Or she’s becoming more comfortable?

He decides to do something a little rash, taking your clammy hands in his. You’re alone in the back of the carriage carrying you to the palace, unmarked as to keep attention away, so he doesn’t worry too much about the gesture. You freeze for a moment but allow the comfort, taking a deep breath as your eyes follow the scenery outside the window. The ride seems an eternity and the silence between you both is adding to the nerves already threatening to overtake your whole self.

“Tell me about your family. What should I expect?”

He started running his thumb against yours absentmindedly, like his own mind was suddenly a million miles away. “They’re regal and serious when the occasion calls for it. My father is charismatic, kind. Mother is stern, protective. She will be the hardest to win over. My younger brother is adventurous. Full of mischief. My two older sisters are funny. Gentle. But cautious. A curse of being the eldest and female. I love them dearly.”

“The deck of the Milo would tell a different story.”

He smiles a bit, “I love them dearly. It’s the crushing responsibility that takes me away to the sea. I’m the oldest male.”

“And now shackled to a siren.” He’s still smiling. “Ah, yes. And you’re shackled to the land.” “Only for a year. Remember, the magic must remain strong.”

“Do I get to throw you back in the ocean like a goldfish? We should make a ceremony out of it, invite the whole kingdom out to the docks.”

You narrow your eyes, lifting your joined hands and bringing them back down against his thigh roughly, hitting him with the underside of his own hand.

“You throw me like a goldfish, I’ll drown the Milo.”

His scandalized look causes an eruption of chaotic giggles within the carriage before it rolls to a stop and there’s a knock at the door. The nerves hit you at full force and your mouth shuts, killing all noise.

“We’ve arrived, Your Majesty,” a voice rings out. “Oh by the heavens,” you whisper.

His hand is still in yours, giving it one more squeeze. “You’re going to be fine, don’t fall apart on me now. You’re royalty too. Breathe and let’s do this.”

There was a surge of confidence running through you as Mark rapped on the door, swinging open a moment later.

To your surprise, Freya appeared at your side. You knew she’d keep her promise to come but the relief at seeing her came at a bit of a shock.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Her smile was comforting, her finger entwined with yours calming your racing heart.

“No,” Mark suddenly said, adjusting his sleeves with a smirk. “She’s sweaty.”

You shove him before Freya pulls you both along to the side entrance of the palace. Servants start to stare and the walls echo with their whispers. The Queen Dowager leads the trio, your arm around Mark’s. Every step brings you closer in and you want to appreciate the four walls of the towering Khotian palace but suddenly, someone calls Mark’s name and you are faced with the entirety of the royal family.

You’ve been by your mother’s side atop a dais as she commanded her subjects. She was intimidating so you can clearly remember the looks your people would wear as they approached her.

You’re sure you’re making that same face at this moment.

The members of Mark’s family all wear identical looks of both curiosity and mild amusement. Except for his mother. The Queen of Khotia’s gaze alone could cause water to boil. Your grip tightens, wrinkling the fabric of Mark’s jacket. His fingers clasping over yours is an odd relief, balanced you as you made your approach.

“Mother?” The King’s voice was laced with confusion and what you’d later recognize as fear. Fear of his mother or wife, you’d never know.

“Hello, my darling. It’s been some time since I’ve graced these halls. Elinia, as radiant as ever.”

The Queen’s smile did not reach her eyes.

“Mark, this is unexpected. Who is...who is this lovely young woman?” Your breath catches. She wasted no time zeroing in on you. Mark seems completely calm next to you, ginning as if everything isn’t about to change.

“Unexpected indeed by joyous nonetheless! Mother, father and my dearest siblings...may I present Y/N...”

You brace yourself.

“...princess of the Ered. Daughter of the Sea Queen.”

The throne room seems to grow cold as ice as his words are processed by those in front of you. His grandmother seems amused but you’re waiting for the explosion.

“What in the heavens did you just say?”

Ah, there it is.

A/N: oof this one was a monster. It would’ve been longer but I figured, I don’t know, maybe ending it here would be a bit of fun. I have the very last line of this thing written on a sticky note in the notebook I wrote all of this down in. I wanted to go all the way but I realized I had other parts of this collab to write. So now I can leave it up to your imagination. And once this gets posted, I’ll post that last line and it can add to your thoughts of how it would’ve played out. She’s lengthy but I hope you enjoyed. Onto the next one. xx

[thewriterofkpop]

GOT7 with their pregnant wife/ gf who has strict bedrest

JayB

It was already 10 PM when you called your boyfriend from your bedroom.

The young man immediately rushed to the room when he heard your panicked voice call for him.

,,Y/N, what’s wrong?’’ he asked you as he switched on the light to see you crunched over the bed, your right hand holding your abdomen.

You were 35 weeks along so it was still early for your child to come.

,,I… I don’t know. I suddenly woke up in pain…’’ you said as you began to breathe quicker. You were scared.

,,Stay calm, mh? I will call an ambulance, don’t worry…’’ he mumbled, maybe trying to calm himself down too with his words.

And so, while the both of you waited for help to come, he laid back in bed with you, stroking your head and trying to calm you down.

It didn’t take long until the paramedics took both of you and brought you to the hospital.

,,She’s having premature contractions. She needs strict bedrest or else the baby will be born prematurely,’’ the doctor informed him outside of the room while you were sleeping.

The young leader decided to inform his members who immediately offered to come to the hospital.

,,I need someone to pick us up. We came with the ambulance,’’ he wrote into the chat and it didn’t take long until Jinyoung, despite his busy schedule, informed him that he would pick you guys up as soon as you were discharged.

,,I wish I could help you guys,’’ Mark commented.

,,Jinyoung-oppa, your driving skills improved!’’ you laughed when you sat in the car, making him smirk.

At home, two more boys surprised you. Youngjae was cooking for you guys. He was trying at least while BamBam was doing the cleaning.

,,You need strict bed rest. I will do everything so just rest,’’ JayB mumbled as he led you to the couch to lay down.

Mark

Due to your history, the doctor decided early in your pregnancy that you needed strict bedrest, making it impossible for you to even lay a finger because of Mark. Ever since he heard, he was overprotective of you.

Your high blood pressure sometimes gave him sleepless nights as well as nightmares once he could fall asleep.

,,I’m sorry that you moved back with me and are now without your family…’’ he whimpered as he held your hand.

,,It’s okay. Besides, your mother is so nice to me. I actually feel bad that I can’t give her anything in return,’’ you mumbled, stroking his cheek.

,,You’re giving her a grandchild. I believe that she is happy enough,’’ Mark laughed and kissed you.

,,Your parents will come in two weeks and then you won’t be alone so much anymore,’’ he mumbled.

,,You’re always by my side, Mark,’’ you laughed and slowly closed your eyes.

,,What’s wrong?’’ he immediately asked you worriedly.

But luckily you could calm him down soon enough, telling him that you were just sleepy. The reason why he then laid back in bed with you was to make you rest enough...

Jackson

If Jackson had to tell someone when he was the most scared, he would tell them for sure it was the day he got the call.

You were 25 weeks pregnant when his mother called him from home, telling him that you and her were currently at the hospital because you had vaginal bleeding.

No one saw Jackson cry that much more than on that one ride to the hospital.

He felt at fault because he wasn’t there when you needed him. He couldn’t support you when you needed him the most.

If you would have lost your baby at that time, he would have hated himself forever no matter the reason.

But luckily his mother could calm him down once he arrived.

,,It’s okay. We could stop the bleeding,’’ the doctor said, smiling.

Jackson bowed six times and thanked him before he let him finish speaking.

,,We would like her to stay for the night and afterwards she needs strict bed rest.

She is allowed to take quick showers and go to the bathroom. She is also allowed to sit on a chair for up to one hour but nothing more so please make sure that she doesn’t move around,’’ the doctor said.

Jackson promised that he would make sure before he entered the room.

You had red puffy eyes when you turned your head towards the open door.

,,Jackson…’’ you began to sob again.

,,It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here, it’s okay…’’ he whispered and quickly hugged you, kissing your head.

,,You know that you now have to stay in bed the whole pregnancy, yes? So our baby will come to us healthy and well,’’ he whispered as you slowly nodded at him.

,,I was so scared,’’ you whispered as you took his hand in yours.

,,I know, baby, I know… this was the last time, I promise…’’

Jinyoung

,,Congratulations, you guys will become parents of triplets!’’ the doctor said, shocking both of you.

When you first found out that you were pregnant, he was overjoyed and so were you.

But this news changed your feelings.

Your lips began to tremble as you asked again, ,,Triplets?’’

The doctor nodded and pressed her lips together as she noticed how the atmosphere changed.

,,I read that women go into premature labor when they are pregnant with more than one child,’’ you whimpered, making Jinyoung look at you in panic.

,,Yes, that’s true. To prevent this, or better said, to make the pregnancy last longer, we need to put you on bed rest. You are allowed to go shower, to use the toilet, to take short walks of thirty minutes a day in your home, but other than that you need to rest,’’ she explained.

You could feel Jinyoung’s hand entangling yours stronger as he nodded at you. ,,We can do this. Let’s not worry about things that may not happen,’’ he smiled, making you feel assured.

,,You’re right.’’

With that visit, you guys returned home while Jinyoung immediately informed his members.

,,We need two more godfathers,’’ he typed and sent a picture of the babies.

,,Our Jinyoung did so well ~’’ JayB teased him.

Indeed, he was kind of proud, especially when he saw you, his beautiful wife, stroking her belly and looking so happy.

And then it hit him. He needed two more cribs and perhaps a bigger home…?

Youngjae

Your husband smiled sadly at you as you laid on your back, your daughter on his lap as they both observed you.

,,Mommy, why are you always sleeping? Don’t you wanna play with me?’’ she asked her with a whiny voice.

,,Of course I want to, baby,’’ you said and smiled at Youngjae.

If she just knew that three days ago she almost lost her little sibling in your womb…

,,You know, Uncle BamBam said that he had a present for you. He will be here any moment,’’ Youngjae quickly said to change the topic.

And quickly enough, the little girl was overjoyed and even agreed to go and clean up her own room as a lot of toys were around.

,,BamBam… is he coming again to clean?’’ you laughed as your hand rested on your belly.

,,Yes, I told him that I could manage it, but he started arguing with me and so I just accepted. While he is here I will go to the agency quickly and return with groceries and dinner,’’ he told you.

The truth was that three days ago, the both of you had a little argument and so when he went outside to cool off his head, he returned home with your body on the floor.

He felt as if his heart stopped beating that day and when the doctor told him that it was something more than just some dizziness and that you needed bed rest, Youngjae couldn't help but feel bad.

And so he never left your side or let you stay alone for a single moment.

That was one of the reasons why the house wasn’t that clean.

,,Okay, thank you for everything,’’ you sighed and looked at your belly.

,,We both are so grateful, right?’’ you asked your belly and in the next moment, you could see a little foot, making Youngjae chuckle.

BamBam

,,Why the heck are you up?’’ BamBam asked you when he saw you standing in front of the bed.

,,’Cause I went to pee,’’ you answered, kind of annoyed because of your moods.

BamBam nodded and helped you lay back down.

You were currently 37 weeks pregnant and experienced premature labor a few days ago, leaving him scared that anything could go wrong, something he didn’t even want to picture.

,,Actually, BamBam, I’m craving strawberries with ketchup,’’ you whispered, making him look at you in disgust. ,,Really?’’ he asked you again.

But all he saw was your happy face nodding at him.

Indeed, he came back a few moments later, sitting down on the chair next to your bed as he gave you the plate with the strawberries.

,,I think I’ll miss this taste,’’ you laughed, meaning the time once the cravings would stop.

,,Honestly, ever since I saw you last week eat your muesli with zucchini, I wish for these cravings to stop,’’ he told you.

,,Ya! It was so good!’’ you kept teasing him, enjoying the strawberry.

,,Aren’t you sleepy…?’’ He asked you when you yawned the second time, stroking your face.

You nodded and as soon as he began to stroke your hand, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with his soft touch...

Yugyeom

,,You do so well,’’ you teased him as Yugyeom massaged your swollen ankles.

He was actually proud of himself that he was doing so good.

,,I’m happy to help you and our baby,’’ he grinned.

Telling him that you were pregnant was still the happiest memory of this pregnancy.

You told him after work when he came home and his plate said ,,Hello Daddy’’ with Ketchup.

However, this wasn’t an easy pregnancy and so, you were ordered to stay in bed, resting and sleeping.

But since he was allowed to stay at home more than usual, laying down wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

,,My incompetent cervix,’’ you whined, making him look up.

,,It’s okay, we can prevent any risks if we do well. I’m so proud of you!’’ he told you honestly and ended his massage.

,,I will go and bring you some food, okay,? Stay here!’’ he asked you, making you roll your eyes.

,,Ya, Kim Yugyeom-ssi, where the heck am I supposed to go?’’ you asked him, almost yelling at him as he walked away.

Masterlist

[kpopimaginings]

Kinky Headcanons - Mark Tuan (NSFW)

A/N: My beta was really enjoying my kinky headcanons, and wanted me to write one for her bias Mark, so here ya go!

There are two sides to Mr Tuan

Side one, very laid back

Quite vanilla really

Happy to top or bottom depending on both of your moods

Bit of a voyeur

Likes you to strip for him

Or put on a bit of a show in a sexy outfit or lingerie

If he is around, he doesn't like you to come without his help

If he's touring and you need some relief, do what you gotta do

But if he's around you better ask for help

Which brings us to side two

Jinyoung once said Mark can be a bit possessive/over protective and he does have an occasional temper (see: laptop and air con incidents)

So if he finds out you've been getting off behind his back, be prepared for Dom!Mark

Lots of edging you and orgasm denial

Doesn't like you talking much or backchatting him

Just lots of moans (especially of his name) so he knows how good he is making you feel

You can use this to your advantage and wind him up

If you want him get a little rough, start complimenting another idol, or talk about how well they use their hips while dancing

Mark will drag to you the bedroom and show you exactly what his hips are capable of

Even if he's domming you, won't want you to use a nickname or title, you need to use his name, because he makes you feel good, no-one else

When he's been extra hard on you during sex, the aftercare is the best

So soft and fluffy, constantly asking if you are ok, and what you need

Just wants to hold you and cuddle with you, because you’re his and he loves you

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[lachimolala-is-love-and-life]

Telling to other members

Lim Jaebeom

Today was a great special day for Jaebeom. We would finally have communicated the news of the pregnancy to the other members.

Their leader would become a father in a few months and would acquire a new brother. The Got7 family would grow older.

We decided to have a little Korean meat barbeque and celebrate together the arrival of little Lim. We managed to get him to come here with the excuse of a Meat Party to meet us after a good time. 

Unfortunately, Mark was in America and could not be there, we convinced him to eat with us while it was video calling. I didn’t want him to feel excluded. Despite the great distance, he too was part of the family.

As I set the table in the back garden and Jaebeom was preparing the grill, the bell began to ring repeatedly.

"It’s the boys. I’ll get the door. Don’t worry," he kissed him on the cheek, and as I walked away, he slapped me with a playful slap on the butt.

"Watch out for you, Mr. Lim" and he looked at me with a sneaky look.

I went to the entrance while the bell still rang and voices began to come from the other side.

"Yugyeom stop. That’s enough. They’ve already heard. Why do you have to be so insistent?"

"Hyung, but it takes forever: Let me play again"

But before he could play again, I opened suddenly.

"Kim Yugyeom. Stop it, or I’ll have to give Jinyoung permission to teach you a lesson."

"No No Noona. I’m sorry," he said shyly scratching his cheek.

"Come on in.

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After the dinner the table was full of empty dishes, they were able to brush off even the extra meat that I had bought for safety. Jaebeom was right, never hope that any of its members can leave some leftovers. I have to mark it for the next time...

The boys were talking and joking with each other while I was in the kitchen intends to set up the final preparations for the little cupcakes that I had prepared for future uncles. While with the sac a poche I was intent on finishing a cream garnish and from the garden came loud laughter, a pair of arms wrapped my waist from behind and immediately after a small kiss was given on my temple.

"Hey, kitten. How long till we finish the preparations?" He asked me while his hand sat on my belly not yet present and caressed me lovingly. I was happy to see him serene in spending time with the guys he loved so much

"While you’re here, will you get me the saucers and the little cloches I got for the occasion that are on the top shelf? Time to let their new grandchild’s uncles know."

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After putting a small plate in front of each member, I started talking. "Are you guys ready for dessert? There’s one for you too, Mark, even though you can’t eat it here with us."

"Ahh quiet Y/n. I appreciate the thought. It’s like I’m there with you. " he said with a sad smile

"Quiet Bro. We hope to see you soon and you can be there next time." Bambam consoled him.

"Good guys. We wanted to give you a little cake each, but despite the small size the surprise will be sweet and surprising."

The boys had faces confused by the words of his leader while I tried to hide my smirk. Yeah, it’s gonna be a real surprise for them.

"Come on, three, raise the stick and admire yourself. One... two... THREE!!"

The boys all lifted the lids together and after not even a few seconds of shouting began to surround the garden.

"NOOOOONA!! YOU ARE PREGNANT" shouted Bambam and Yugyeom.

"I’ll be an UNCLE!!" exclaimed Jackson instead

"Wait... SO JAEBEOMIE BECOMES DAD? AND I UNCLE? I WILL BE THE FAVORITE UNCLE TRUE NOONA?!" asked Youngjae happily

Jinyoung was speechless but a huge smile was framed on his face, but as soon as his gaze crossed that of Jaebeom I already knew that somehow they were communicating with each other.

"Wait? I don’t understand. What’s going on?" Mark asked.

"Noona and Jaebeom will be parents!! We’ll be uncles and you’ll be Uncle Mark," Jackson told him. Mark had a huge smile on the news.

I already knew that this child would be loved by everyone and after this starts to eat the little cupcake intended for Mar, on which I wrote above to him and the other guys "I wanna meet you, my fav uncle".

Mark Tuan

Great day for the future Tuan family. Despite the many difficulties and commitments, Mark and I managed to organize a group video call with the other members of the Got7.

We wanted to announce the news of my pregnancy to the future uncles of the little Tuanzy and sincerely we could not wait to see the reaction of the boys to find out that their hyung would become a father.

Now we were in the living room with the laptop on and set to Skype, ready to contact members at the time set a few days ago.

"Dear come. It’s almost time. I don’t want to keep them waiting," called Mark.

"Yes, I’m coming. Give me a few minutes. We have to call them in five minutes. I know you’re happy to see your favorite guys" I yelled at them from our room.

I could see his excitement. In fact, since he left for America it was rare to be together because of the many commitments they had. 

Yugyeom and Bambam had just released their solo album and Jayb was working on his own, Jackson was busy with Team Wang, Jinyoung with his drama and even Youngjae was intent on preparing something of his own for aghase.

But finally today was the day we could feel free.

"Love. Come on, come here. It’s almost time."

"I’ll be there," I said as I walked to the salon with Milo following me. I had read somewhere that when women are pregnant, dogs could experience pregnancy and become more protective and lately this little bunny - dog was always there for me.

"Here I am," I said as I sat on the couch next to Mark, "Ready to break the news?"

"Never been so ready, except when you told me I was going to be a father. Isn’t that right, baby?" He said, he leaned his face down to my belly and kissed her gently.

"Come on now. You don’t want to keep your birds waiting, do you?"

Mark raised his head and pressed the button to send the requests and immediately after a few seconds six familiar faces that we had learned to love appeared on the computer screen.

"Sup' Man" exclaimed Bambam.

"Hey guys, long time. I can see you very well," Jaebeom told us.

"Hey guys. Congratulations on your work. I loved everything between album and drama. Especially you Youngjae. I loved you a lot on "Not So Worth It". I ate the episodes in one day."

"Thank you very much Noona," Youngjae said timidly and a little red began to appear on his cheeks.

"I’m hurt Y/n. You watched the Youngjae drama, but you didn’t say anything about mine," said Jinyoung, pretending to be offended as a little smile appeared on his face. She could have been a real drama queen, definitely not like Bambam.

"What do you think of my Noona album? Did you like my concept? I was a real tough guy, huh?" Yugyeom proudly asked me.

"Oh yeah. You were really tough on the Mv of All Your Fault. Very charming and sexy"

"Hey baby. Do you want to make me jealous?" jokingly Mark asked as Yugyeom began to laugh embarrassed at my words.

"Of course. You have to understand, I have a thing for L.A. guys, so you’re still the coolest guy. No offense, Yugyeom, but just so you know, you were pretty cool too."

"Ehehe I know Noona. Thank you. I hope to find a girl like you.

In the past during the trainees I came to find out that Yugyeom had a little crush on me and sometimes I think he still has it. That’s why Mark got a little jealous, but he knew I’d never cheat on him.

"About the album. Bammie I loved Ribbon. The colorful concept and your rebirth. It was really amazing what it meant underneath. But speaking of bows. Do you think it will be blue or pink?"

"What do you mean?" Bambam asked.

"The bow. Pink or Blue when my baby and Mark’s?"

Silence of the grave. No one spoke. And when Mark tried to start the speech again...

"ARE YOU PREGNANT? "they asked in unison.

Mark and I started smiling and giving him the thumb to confirm their question "AHHHHH MARKIE POOH He’s going to be Dad!! It’s not exciting?!!" shouted Jackson excited.

"Congratulations to the two future parents. You’ll be great," said Jinyoung with joy.

"AH NOOONA!! I already have to buy clothes for my grandchild or granddaughter and send them to her!! I’m so excited!!" exclaimed Bambam Yugyeom and Youngjae were screaming for happiness like crazy and Jaebeom had a huge, proud smile for the news.

Yeah. I could only imagine how his crazy uncles would spoil him.

Park Jinyoung

Jinyoung and I were eager to break the news to the kids. OK that he had five children being the mother of Got7 and Jayb the father, but now that he was becoming the father of a small child and giving a "little brother" to his small members, well... Let’s just say the emotion for him was a lot.

We were planning on how to tell him the news, but being Jinyoung a fairly quiet guy, we didn’t want to make a giant surprise because anyway the reaction of the guys would be huge.

We thought of sending inside an envelope a copy of my ultrasound with a small writing on the back that quoted "Hey uncle. I’m your niece/niece. I’ll see you in nine months. I’ll wait for you".

Jinyoung and I were sealing all the envelopes and then sending them later. "How do you think the kids will react? Will they have a somewhat calm reaction at least?" I asked laughing.

"Pfff. What do you think Y/n. Surely as soon as they read the sentence they will go crazy. You’ve seen how they get excited about nothing just play Rock, Paper and Scissors. With this great news they will go crazy."

"Yeah. I wonder why I wanted to ask. They are so hyperactive your little ones and when our daughter or son is born they will spoil them to death."

"You’ll see how many fights there will be just to babysit him and become his favorite uncle" he replied not a tender snort followed immediately by a smile.

"You’re right. It’ll be a playground. I’ll wonder who the real baby will be in a while," I said by sealing the last envelope. "That’s it. Can you take them to ship them? In a few days they should get to the boys.

"Of course, darling. Don’t make too much effort. Our child must grow up healthy and strong." He told me kissing my temple and then grabbing the six bags. "Are you talking about the child in my womb or one of the Got7?"

"Stupid," he said, laughing, "I’ll see you after love."

As I walked out the door, I started fondling my belly and talking to the little life form that was growing in there.

"Hey, baby. You’ll see, your crazy uncles will fill you with love. They’re a little chaotic but they’ll never stop worshipping you. There’s probably going to be a little fight for your favorite uncle."

And that’s how it happened a few days later in Jinyoung’s group chat with the six guys who kept sending vocal audio, where between excitement and happiness, they were already fighting harmoniously to be the favorite of our little bundle of love, especially among the little maknae and Jackson.

Bambam and Yugyeom kept making fun of their leader by saying that he made the children cry and Mark continued to cry for joy.

Meanwhile, Youngjae sent small videos with him and Coco where he pretended to make the puppy talk to congratulate us.

I mean, this family was loud and pretty weird, but I wouldn’t change it at all.

Jackson Wang

Immediately after the news, Jackson and I already did not see them to give the news to the Got7 boys, but despite the great excitement, it was already a few days since the news of the pregnancy had come out.

We were thinking about how we could warn the six guys and psychologically prepare for their reaction. Days and days of reflection to find the right method to be able to give him the news, until a photo of an advertisement of an online shopping site took my attention.

I smiled and picked up the phone to dial Jackson’s number.

"Hey Honey. I’m glad to hear you, but... is there a problem? Are you and the baby okay? Should I go home?"

"Hey hey hey. What is this? An interrogation?" laughs at my lover’s excessive concern. "Don’t worry. We’re both fine," I said, stroking my belly.

"I’m calling because I think I found the perfect gift for our favorite kids." "Really? What is it?"

"I’ll send you a picture wait" and while the call was still in progress, I made a commercial screenshoot and sent it to him in private chat.

"OH LOVE. IT’S PERFECT!! YOU ARE A GENIUS"

Very good. Now it’s time to move on to the purchase.

After a few days, I was sure that the surprise had arrived to the boys but still nothing from them. It was quite sad. Probably there was some delay with the delivery? The courier had problems?

But in my thoughts they suddenly interrupted with a very loud knock at the door.

"Arrival arrival" and the moment he opened the door, I was gaping wide open.

Jackson along with the 6 guys who wore what I gave him: a colorful t-shirt with the big "Uncle" with the name of each guy ( Uncle Gyeom per Yugueom, Uncle Bammie per BAmbam, Uncle Beommie per Jayb, Uncle Peach per Jinyoung, Uncle Markie per Mark e Uncle Otter per Youngjae) e Jackson una mahlietta che non pensavo avesse con scritto “Daddy Wang”.

"Congratulations" shouted in unison as they entered the house for a mega group hug.

"We’re gonna be uncles. We’re gonna be uncles." The six guys were singing, and then, "And I’m gonna be a daddy to little Wang."

"Come on, Noona. Let’s take a selfie," and it was done.

Immediately after in every private profile of the boys and also of my a super family photo to announce the aghase pregnancy. With thousands of likes and positive comments to the news.

This child was already loved by many. It was enough only to wait for him to come out to meet his crazy family.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

The First Snow

Summary: After a long day of work, the first snow of the season appears.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,124

Mark X Reader

Requested: Hello! Please can I request prompt number 9 with GOT7's Mark Tuan? Thank you! 💚🥭💚

Prompt: 9. Dancing together as snow falls around you two.

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It’s been a long few days, with the days turning colder. It's made me feel more sluggish, and work is not helping out one bit. So, when I'm finally able to return home after a long shift to see Mark streaming. I can't help but feel content, and I smile. I pull off my shoes and coat before lying on the couch that’s behind his gaming chair. He turns around once the round finishes and pulls down his headphones. Revealing Milo laying on his lap, who arfs at me, I laugh, and he smiles, “Your home!” I nod and grab his hand and hold it, “It’s nice to watch you game,” I mumble tiredly, and he nods understanding. He releases my hand as the game begins its countdown. He throws his headphones back on, and I throw a blanket over me as he turns around. I watch him and grow tired before falling asleep on the couch.

He wakes me up excited, “Babe! It’s snowing, look!” I spring awake and look out the window with a gasp, “It’s the first snow of the season!” I wrap the blanket around me tighter as I watch it float and flutter and hit the windowsill. “Let’s go outside!” He exclaims, and I agree, shrug off the blanket as he pulls me up and drags me over to the closet. I throw on some winter boots, knitted mittens, and the rest of my winter apparel. I fix his hat on his head and tie it around his chin, and he tightens up my scarf. He grabs my hand and walks us over to the porch doors. We look out and see a dusting of snow on the ground. We open the porch doors, and as we walk out, Milo runs out between us. "Milo!" We both yell, not wanting Milo to be cold. I rush back and grab his doggy winter coat and tiny boots. Mark picks him up as he shivers in his arms, and I put his little winter coat on and his winter boots, "I didn't know you wanted to go out too!" Milo barks as if to say that since his parents are out, of course, he wants to be outside. He puts Milo down, and Milo runs around a little dorky at first before getting the hang of it. I watch with a laugh, and Mark tells Siri to start playing Christmas music.

He lifts his mitten-covered hand and asks, “May I have this dance?” With a nod, he grabs my hand, and I place my other hand on his torso. He leans down before bringing us back up, and we go around like that, laughing until the next song comes on. Mark belts out, "Bells will be ringing~." And I can't help but sing along and look down to see the snow detailing our movements. As the Eagle's fade out, I spin him out, and he tugs on my arm and spins me into his arms. We sway together as the song turns into a soft melody of Frosty the Snowman. I turn our slow sways into a slow turning circle. Chuck Berry rips through the air, and we laugh and split apart. Showing off our air guitar moves and laughing at each other’s faces and motions. Milo joins in on our antics and spins around as Mark leans down to make him dance with him. It's like Milo knew, exactly, what he was planning and jetted away. I can't help but laugh as he pouts over at me. I grab his hand in mine and swing our arms together. And that's when he smirks, and grabs my other hand, and twists our arms over our heads spinning us around. I shriek out a laugh as his laughter booms through the enclosed yard. I twist our arms again, and it's his turn to shriek out a laugh, not expecting me to do the same.

We twist a few more times together before I pull him into my arms and wrap my arms around him. The cold finally caught up to me, “Cold?” I nod as my teeth chatter, and he sways us around for a little. I shove my hands in his pockets, and he does the same with his hands in my pockets. I watch as the snow falls around us, “Wow,...” He hums, “Hmm?” I told him about the picturesque scene. He looks up as I look down at the snow to see the previous patterns, we’ve made have a dusting of snow over them. I look at him and ask, "Can I say something cheesy?" He nods, biting back a smile, "It’s quite cold but, with you, it’s hard to feel it at all." His cheeks go bright red and not just from the cold, as he whines that it was too cheesy. I roll my eyes as I start to retrace our steps, "Can I tell you something?" He asks, and I raise a brow at him, "Yes?" He smiles, "You know how every snowflake is unique? Well, I think I found my perfect match." I shake my head and know my cheeks are glowing red like Rudolph's nose.

He looks over at his phone and looks back at us as he goes, “Hey, Siri! Take a picture of us!” The voice command follows along and snaps a picture, and I pull away with what little energy I have left. I say, “Do it again, Siri!” He raises his eyebrows as I smash my lips against his and pull him in close. I feel him melt into the kiss and I can’t help but grin and pull away before running towards the porch door, with Milo following close behind.

“HEY!” He yells as I rush in with him close behind. He grabs the speaker quickly and his phone off of the table; “I thought we were sharing a moment!” He whines, and I shake my head with a laugh, “I was cold!” He rolls his eyes and pouts, crossing his arms over his chest, “So was I!” I roll my eyes back at him and go, “Would hot cocoa with marshmallows make up for it?” He scrunches up his nose and, with a sigh, he goes, “I guess.” I shake my head at him again before we take off the thousands of layers we put on. We head over to the kitchen, and I make hot cocoa and pour it into our cups, and he adds the marshmallows to the top. We make our way back to the couch and sit close together, with Milo lying in between us. We drink our hot cocoa and warm up to room temperature after being frozen icicles for the past hour.

[mystaracrosstheuniverse]

Last Piece 2.

title. Last Piece pairing. GOT7 JB x Reader genre. slice of life, romance, attempts at comedy, angst warnings. cursing, jb being a cute cat dad, reader is hella awkward but so is he, mentions of anxiety, GOT7 members being hella extra bc they are summary. As an English teacher from abroad, you get a lot of perks. One of the best ones is that you live in an apartment for free. Another perk seems to be the elusive, attractive man who lives two floors above you… Though his cats seem to prefer your apartment over his. And so does his mail, which makes you travel to his place pretty often regardless of whether he wants to see you or not.

new beginnings master post.

part one. part two.

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Ever since that first package drop off, you’ve run into Jaebum quite a few times. Living in the same building and occasionally getting each other’s mail definitely attributed to the frequency, and you were thankful for it. While you’re sure the male wouldn’t really consider the two of you friends, you liked to call him a “not quite but almost friend”... Not to his face but to your own friends and to yourself. Maybe occasionally to his cats. Speaking of his cats, you’ve met more than just Odd and Nora at this point. Nora seemed to be the jealous type, wanting her dad’s attention to herself, and would push the younger ones out of the apartment as Jaebum would come and go. The amount of times you’ve found Odd or Kunta wandering around the hall made you wonder how the man didn’t ever notice his oldest child bullying her siblings.  Other times he gets your mail, having it been delivered to him on accident somehow. You’d never live down the time he got a huge package from your grandparents, an amused smirk across his face as he brought it to you.  “Forget some things back home?” He had teased, setting the package down on your counter. Your face was bright red, unable to string together a coherent sentence because you didn’t want him to think you were forgetful, but then again you kind of were but what if -- “Hey, I’m just teasing, Y/N.” He had said, gentler this time, “I know it must be nice to have someone back home who cares about you.”  You had just nodded, your heartbeat evening out slowly as you chatted for a few more minutes before he hurried off. He was a bit gentler for a few days after, as if scared to get that reaction out of you again. You appreciated it. You hoped that one day you’d be able to not have that instant reaction to panic over a small comment. Since then, you’ve been trying to gather up the courage to ask if he wants to hang out for lunch or something. Every time you get close, you end up chickening out. And every time you cursed yourself, because you just wanted to be his friend -- something about him made you want to be around him. Today, though, you just wanted to get to work. You had planned a big interactive activity for your class today and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Hurrying down the stairs, you made sure you had everything in your bag before leaving the building. As you looked up, you noticed someone just barely walking ahead of you. Jaebum. Immediately your mind went through possible scenarios, from saying hello to quietly avoiding him, maybe even -- “Do you want to get lunch or something later Jae???” Oh no. Oh no. Your mouth decided for you. Not only that, you addressed him so casually even though he’s older, he’s definitely going to hate you -- Was... that a laugh? You focused her attention back on him, seeing him looking amused and a half smile on his face. You ignored the small catch in your throat and pushed away the thought of how nice he looked.  “Sure, give me your phone and we’ll plan something.” You don’t even remember handing over your device or him adding himself to your contacts, but a few minutes later he gave you a little finger salute and a promise to message you later for planning.  “Im Jaebum” the contact read in kakaotalk, simple and to the point, much like the man you were hoping to befriend. As you mentally patted yourself on the back for not crying, you glanced at the time on your phone before cursing loudly in your native language and running off to the subway. You were going to be late.  Despite you thinking that you totally had your excitement under control, your co-teacher and students definitely thought otherwise.  “Teacher, why can’t you sit still? Don’t you ... much sit down?” Sangmin, one of your fourth graders, attempted to ask. You smiled and gently corrected him, saying you liked to sit down very much, but don’t ‘always’ do it. He bashfully nodded and bowed his head down to talk with his desk partner about the dialogue you’d given out for discussion. “They’re right you know,” You jumped before recognizing the voice of your co-teacher, Taeyeon, “You’re acting like you’ve drank the Ediya shop out of stock.”  Oh. Perhaps you were flitting about the room more, babbling a little to yourself and to your students, and constantly looking over at your desk where you kept your phone while class was in session.  “I just... I made a friend.” You admitted, “You know, the guy from my apartment building?”  Taeyeon raised an eyebrow, looking at you skeptically. “I know I’ve asked this, but you sure you don’t like him more than a friend? It’s not like we’re not friends and you don’t have friends, Y/N.”  See you KNEW this but one of your biggest anxieties and fears was that you’d never be able to make friends outside of work or your past. Because, like Christian had always reassured you, you were a wonderful sweetheart but you were so hard to talk to because you were always so nervous. It made it hard.  “I really just want to meet his cats... Except Nora because she seems mean.” You noted, not really answering the question but in your mind, it was sufficient. Having worked with you and had recently made herself your friend, Taeyeon knew this was probably the best she was going to get out of you and just left it be. You’d figure it out eventually and she knew she’d be one of the first to know. She still couldn’t help but question it when she saw you light up at a notification on your phone.  ‘Want to meet up after your work and eat some chicken? I know a good place.’

___________________________________________________________ You forgot why you were so worried about hanging out with Jaebum in the first place. Talking with him, after the initial awkward greeting, was coming really easily to you. You only hoped he felt the same, it seemed so.  “So why Korea, hm?” Jaebum had asked, looking over at you as he drank his water. You chewed your food thoughtfully before swallowing. It was a question often asked, but it never bothered you to answer it. “I fell in love with this country the first week I came here, back in school.” You explained, “I’ve only ever felt at home in one other place, and it was with my grandparents. But when I came here... it just felt right, you know? Like fate was telling me to come here. So I wanted to come back after figuring out what I wanted to do.” Jaebum listened well, nodding along as you spoke. “I see. And you found teaching was it?” You nodded. “I love what I do, even more so that I get to do it in the place that feels like home.”  A small smile creeped along his face, and you coughed to distract yourself from staring. “So what do you do, Im Jaebum?”  After finding out that he HATED being addressed by his full name, especially by someone younger than him (which you were by a year), you couldn’t resist. You had to. “I’m a freelancer. I do a lot of music production work or lyricist support.” He rolled his eyes at your antics, but didn’t say anything. You lit up at the mention of music. Your father loved music, and you had fond memories of growing up with him playing everything from Mozart to The Eagles while your mother was gone. “That’s so cool! Did you go to school for it or is it just... apart of you?” You struggled to find the words to describe what you meant. While you were confident in your Korean, some words just... didn’t translate well in your opinion. He chuckled lowly, “I’ve been making and doing music since I was young. Never thought about doing anything else once I found it. I learned along the way.” The conversation continued, talking about favorite genres of music, eventually leading you to ask how his cats liked his music or if they preferred a certain type, to you demanding to know why Nora keeps trying to bully Odd. It was nice. Really, really nice actually. Jaebum smiled so much at you and even joined in your weird reactions or antics and it just made you feel warm and happy on the inside. He even insisted on paying since he was older and who were you to refuse free food? You were to excited -- you made a friend! The talking lulled while walking back to the apartment complex, but the silence wasn’t an awkward one. It was gentle and understanding. You didn’t need to fill up the space with idle, unneeded chit chat to be with each other. As you came to the doors of the building, Jaebum opened the door and allowed you to go first, and you might’ve missed it because of how bashful he sounded. “It’s been a while since I’ve had fun with someone who’s not my group.. Thanks, Y/N.” You smiled brightly. “Well, consider me apart of your group. We’re friends now Jae!” There you went with no honorifics. He scowled at you, pinching your neck as you tried to avoid him on your way to the elevator. “At least call me hyung or something if not oppa, you disrespectful brat!” He called out, only getting your childish giggles as his response. Hanging out with Jaebum wasn’t really easy or often. He’s really busy and his schedule is… not consistent. You knew it was due to his job and not because he hated you, so you weren’t as worried about it as you could be. Especially since he tried to talk to you at least once a week, even it was just a brief conversation in the stairwell, or on your way out to work. It was enough for you. Of course you see each other a little more often than usual because of the mail situation. For some reason, the mail person could not understand that just because you were one of the only foreigners from the U.S. in the building does not mean that every package from the U.S. is for you. But it did give you an excuse to go see Jaebum after a week, so you head up the stairs, package in hand, and you hear Jae’s voice -- and a few others, it sounded like? Huh? “Jae??? Is that you???” You peer up the stairwell to see if you can catch him, and soon you see Jae leaning over his own railing, catching sight of you and waving, but looking over to where you couldn’t see and looking a little pissed off. Oh... That was new. Was someone bothering him? Were you bothering him? You started apologizing, “Hey sorry if this is a bad time -- I got another package from your friend and I just --” “Yoooo Who’s that?! It sounds like a girl OH are you in love?!” A loud, excited male voice shouted over you, startling you and almost making you drop the package in your arms. “I told you her name is Y/N and she’s a friend!!” Jaebum’s chin seemed to stick out in reaction to your startled state -- you hoped he wasn’t too mad at you. Or his friend. It’s not his fault you’re easily scared.  You decided to call out once more, “So... the box?”  He looked down at you, his arm pointed and pushing someone, supposedly his friends, as he responded. “Yeah, bring it up, I’ll grab it from you -- Just let me get my friends into the apartment.” “I want to meet her!” “Bring her to us!” “Let us see her!” The loud, rambunctious voices all decided to loudly protest at once, making you shake a little in your boots, letting Jaebum disappear from your sight before sitting down to regain your nerve. You didn’t know Jaebum had... such loud friends. Feral children was the phrase that came to mind... Gathering your nerve, you walked up the stairs and into Jaebum’s hallway, where he’s already waiting for you, leaning against the door as it bumped against him at times, the sounds of whining and demands to see you seeping through the solid door. “Thanks, Y/N.” Jaebum smiled gently, taking the box from you. You managed a smile back, jumping at the sudden movement of the door that jostled him forward. “Sorry, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He apologized, kicking the door, “Hopefully you can meet them later, but right now I can tell they’re going to be too much for you and I actually want you to still be my friend after meeting them.” His explanation was a little rushed at the end, pink tinging his cheeks. Was Jaebum embarrassed? Well that was kinda cute.  You quickly pushed that thought aside. But you couldn’t help but flush. He noticed that about you? “Sorry, Jae...” “Don’t apologize! When you’re ready we can set something up. I think you’ll like them when they’re calmer.” His smiled widened, “Then I’ll have someone calm and not evil to combat these brats.” “I thought I was a brat, though?” You tilted your head, feeling more at ease. He rolled his eyes.  “You’re all brats and I suffer. But I guess I enjoy suffering.” He shrugged. “Well, I’ll see you around Y/N. Promise.” You nodded, scurrying off before Jaebum’s friends could break the door down. After getting into the apartment, you smiled to yourself. Jaebum liked you enough to want to meet his friends. You were friends.

[beyoncesdragon]

hiii got7 mtl to marry a non famous??? i feel like this is gonna be a surprise LOL

I hope this doesn't disappoint..🥺 thank you for sending it in!

「MTL to marry a non famous」

❖ Jᴀᴇʙᴇᴏᴍ: pretty sure that he would prefer it. idk, he just seems to chill to be wanting to attract all that drama, like no. he just wants his peace, honestly. and he is probably needy as fuck and if you're somewhere running around the globe the whole time...meh.

❖ Jɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ: I think. I think. Jinyoung liked the normal life you live so much. it gives him that needed break from his busy world to just see you go on and do your normal people things, not scared that anyone could see you or take pictures, he just feels so normal with you and thats what he love. sometimes he's almost a bit jealous of your freedom, you know? 

❖ Mᴀʀᴋ: I mean if you happen to run into him somewhere, and you get him to fall in love with you, he couldn't care less what you work as and if you're known or not. Like who cares, all that matters is that you end up falling asleep in his arms by the end of the day, so what if you're blessed with a normal life?

❖ Jᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ: I mean he a busy man, but I do see him pretty...chill about it? like his only worry would be that you could feel uncomfortable since you're not used to the constant attention ect but he liked having you to himself a lot.

❖ Yᴏᴜɴɢᴊᴀᴇ: similar to Jinyoung, he likes  to come home and shut the door on “his world” for a second. And coming home and hearing about struggles he doesn't have to deal with anymore - for example how that stupid bus came late or the Subway stuffed or whatever - would give him a sense of calm. 

❖ Bᴀᴍʙᴀᴍ: the boi is a bit paranoid oke? like he would first look out for gold diggers and having a partner that is a name themselves would surely resume the insecure boi. At the same time, he can get kinda possessive at times (not in a toxic way tho) and would sometimes wish he could just hide his s/o from the world. But, he'd be a bit shy to approach you either ways. 

❖ Yᴜɢʏᴇᴏᴍ: homeboy might not want to admit it but he secretly likes the thrill of having a celebrity as his partner. Like, if he falls in love with a barista then so be it, who cares, but that extra ego boost when the Y/N Y/L/N  that most desired model/singer/TV personality ect. falls in love with him and comes home to him...mmhellyeh.

➳ m.list ➳ got7 m.list

[iamyoursinblog]

Special breakfast

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2.4 k

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"I don't want! I won't! ” Mark continued to act like a naughty child, not wanting to get out of bed. “I'll sleep all day! I don’t want to crawl out from under the covers! ” He wrapped himself tighter, completely hiding under the covers.

You silently watched him, feeling like a mother who cannot wake up the child for school. This is your first day off in a long time, when you are finally left with him alone. And now Mark claims that he is going to sleep all day! You were definitely not happy with this scenario. You smiled broadly when you got the idea of ​​how to wake him up ... one very dirty and depraved idea!

You left the room for a short while leaving him in a sleepy kingdom. You quickly cooked up his favorite breakfast and set it down on the tray, adding a few accessories to spice things up. You quickly changed into the sexiest lingerie you had and went to wake Mark up. You walked back into the room with a tray in your hands and stopped by the bed.

“Baby, wake up, I made you breakfast,” you said in a sweet voice

“I'm not hungry at all, I want to sleep,” he muttered sleepily.

"Would you like a special breakfast?" You asked, trying to get him to get out of his fortress from the blanket.

“I'll eat your special breakfast later,” he muttered under his breath.

"You won't even look at what I tried and cooked for you?" You asked in an offended voice. You smiled when it worked and he peeked out slightly from under the covers. 

This is definitely a victory, you thought as he sat up abruptly, looking at you. His mouth opened in shock when he saw various sex toys on the tray next to his breakfast.

"It's all for me?" he asked happily

"No, you decided to sleep all day and you don't want my special breakfast!" you turned your back on him with a grin, pretending to leave. He grabbed you by the edge of your transparent robe, stopping you.

“Baby, I was kidding. I really, really want this special breakfast! ” He got out of bed and hugged you. It ran up your belly before squeezing your boob. Goosebumps ran down your skin, making you lose your composure for a second.

“You said you’re not hungry at all” you took a step forward, stepping away from him

"Honey, you even have no idea how hungry I am!" he practically moaned, pressing against your back again and rubbing his hard cock against your ass.

“Sorry, my bad. You decided to sleep all day because you were very tired. I shouldn't have distracted you from your sleep "you took a step forward again.

“Okay, okay ... I get it! I was wrong ... ”He laughed softly as he took the tray out of your hands and put it on the table. He pulled your hand into his arms. "Sorry. I missed you so much," he said, hugging you tightly. " Don't be offended by me." He gently kissed you on the nose. You tried to look offended, but your face did not obey you, spreading wide in a smile from his tenderness. “You smiled - so I'm forgiven.” He smiled broadly and your heart skipped a beat from his beauty.

"Hate you!" you hit him lightly in the chest. "How is it even possible to resist this disarming beauty"

“Speaking of disarming beauty ...” He ran his fingers along the edge of your robe before reaching for the ribbon, untie it and letting it fall at your feet. He ran tongue over his lips, examining you from head to toe. His eyes darkened with excitement, making him look sinfully sexy without leaving even a hint of tenderness. “I'm definitely going to enjoy my special breakfast to the fullest.” He continued to step forward until you were against the edge of the bed.

A wave of excitement went through your body as he pushed you onto the bed. He walked over to the table, picking up a blindfold and some toys. Everything inside you clenched at the grin he sent you. Oh, you obviously went overboard with all these toys, trying to get his attention. You should have thought about the consequences of your little scam in advance...

“I had no idea that something like this could be found in our house,” he laughed softly. With every step he took, you crawled back up the bed until you hit the wall. He grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you towards him. "My little kitty wants to play with her daddy?" he asked, sending you a lustful look. Oh, you definitely wanted to play with your daddy! You fell on the bed, everything inside you trembled. Every time he turned on 'daddy mode', you went crazy.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned as he ran his hands over your legs, leaving a kiss on your belly.

"This is my kitten" he chuckled, pulling your hand. He dig into your lips with a passionate kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, arousing to the limit. He pulled you to him forcing you to stand on your feet. You moaned into his mouth when his hard dick rested against your belly.

He turned you face to the bed, leaving kisses on your neck and shoulders, slowly removing your lacy underwear. His palms stroked your naked body, forcing it to wriggle in his hands. He put a blindfold on your eyes, and everything inside you shrank from waiting for his next step. You heard footsteps moving away from you before Mark came back again. His fingers squeeze your nipple, tease you. You gasped with pleasure as his hot mouth covered your nipple. You felt how every movement of his fingers and tongue echoed with painful desire between your legs. He continued to suck and lick your nipples before you felt a sharp pain, which in a second turned into pleasure. "So many beautiful jewelry for my kitten," he growled in your ear, pulling on the chains connecting the nipple clips. You whimpered from pain that caused only pleasure. It was so strange and new, even the slightest movement of yours made you feel pressure on your nipples...

He stood behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, bent you over the bed. You put your hands on the bed as he pushed his leg between your thighs, spreading them wide. You flinched as the cold lubricant touched your hot skin. Oh no... Your thoughts protested when you remembered the little item you bought recently. You wanted to pull away, it was too much, but Mark squeezed your thigh, not even allowing it to move an inch. His finger circled, lightly pressing against the tight ring of your anus, rubbing the lubricant.

“Mark… wait,” you moaned as he pushed harder, pushing his finger lightly into you.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Mark growled as he continued to push slowly into you. Your whole body was trembling with unusual sensations. He added even more lubricant, which allowed his fingers to slide more freely into your ass. You moaned as the strange sensations began to bring pleasure. His finger slowly fucked you, making you want even more pleasure. You gasped when, instead of Mark’s finger, you felt cold metal pushing against you.

"Oh shit ..." your body struggled with this object, wanting to push it out. Mark pushed harder on the butt plug, pushing it all the way into you.

“Perfect,” Mark moaned, leaving a gentle kiss on your buttocks. “But it's too small. Although for the first time it is good." Small? He would have spoken differently if this plug were in his ass, you thought, still trying to get used to the size that stretched your anus. You were glad that the salesman was into sex -shop offered you a much smaller size than you chose at first. "Next time I'll buy a bigger size." He rested his cock in your ass, pressing on the butt plug, forcing your back to arch. "Can't wait for my cock to be deep in your ass," he growled, rocking his hips. At the thought, a shiver went through your body.

Mark pressed down on your back, forcing you to bend more. Cold lubricant ran down your crotch as Mark's fingers cover your clit, making you gasp with pleasure. You moaned loudly when you felt the vibration on your clit. "Fuck"

Waves of heat passed through your body, forcing it to shrink around the butt plug. It was definitely something new. You had no idea that it would push you so quickly to the edge of pleasure. Mark moved the vibrator up your crotch, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. Each movement made new objects on your body move, increasing pleasure at times. “My baby doll is so sensitive to my caresses,” Mark laughed softly, pushing a vibrator into your pussy. He growled as you rocked your hips to get more. "And so impatient," he added, slapping your ass. You moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Everything inside you burned with pleasure.

"Mark, please!" you moaned. You were one step away from cum, but he held you tightly in place, not allowing you to take this step, teasing you. Tears filled your eyes as he finally allowed you to cum. He circled vibrators over your clit, making your body wriggle with pleasure. You fell forward and screamed in pain as one of the nipple clamps came off, hooked on the blanket with a chain. The pain made it impossible to get out of orgasm, intensifying all the sensations at times. It seemed that all the blood in your body rushed to your nipple, making it throb.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." Mark turned you around before covering your nipple with his mouth. All the pain has turned into a dull pleasure, making you whimper in Mark's hands. He reached for the second clamp, but you shoved his hand away. You weren't sure if you would survive the second such wave of pain. “Baby, I need to take it off,” he said quietly, leaving light kisses on your skin.

You shook your head. “No. I can live with one nipple, I don't need a second. Leave it” You shook your head, still holding his hand. He laughed softly before pressing your hands against the bed.

“Baby, it won't hurt so much this time. Trust me!” Mark removed the clip from your nipple, covering it with his mouth. You groaned loudly as all the pain turned into pleasure. He licked and sucked on your nipple, pushing again into the abyss of pleasure. Your body wriggled under him, arching to meet his caresses. Your head was very dizzy with pleasure, you practically did not see anything. His lips were kissing your skin, covering your entire body.

“Mark ...” You breathed out his name loudly as he ran his tongue over your clit, sending a spasm all over your body.

"Oh honey, you make me want more and more when I see how you enjoying my caresses."

He got out of bed, slowly pulling off his shirt. He ran his hands over his naked abs, teasing you. His fingers slowly pulled his shorts down, making you go crazy with desire. You sat up on the bed, eagerly examining every inch of his body. No matter how hard or how many times you cum, his body acts like a drug on you. You bit your lip, hiding your moan as a new wave of desire enveloped your body in heat.

"I definitely saved the country in a past life!" you whispered, admiring your naked boyfriend. And how could you be so lucky, you asked yourself mentally. "I love you!" you said and your heart melted at his smile.

He took your face with his hands, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. "I love you more!" his lips dug into your skin, making you moan with excitement. You sighed loudly when he abruptly pushed into your pussy to his full length, reminding you of the plug in your ass. His dick was enough to drive you crazy because of his size. But now everything felt completely different. You were choking on the intense sensations that were difficult to get used to. And judging by his groans, he also liked the new sensations. He moved his hips, pushing harder against the butt plug with each thrust.

You tried to pull away from him when your body spasmed, but he only pressed you harder into the sheets, making his thrusts even harder. He squeezed your legs together, pressing them with your knees to your chest. You shivered when each of his hard thrust came with a new blow to the butt plug, forcing it to move into you. Tears rolled down and were lost in your hair, due to too strong sensations. You wanted everything to stop ... but it was so nice that you hoped it would last as long as possible. "Fuck, baby ... this toy makes your pussy even tighter!" growled Mark, fucking you hard.

Your body was in Mark's steel grip, bringing you closer to orgasm with every thrust. You screamed loudly as your body exploded in a devastating orgasm, erasing everything in front of you. Your body has arched violently in an effort to deal with this hurricane. But Mark's jerks only lifted you higher and higher, preventing you from avoiding the inevitable fall. Somewhere far away in your mind, you heard Mark's loud moans as he cum. Your body was trembling and wriggling under him, it seemed that there was not even an opportunity to take a breath, because of the spasm that bound your body. When your consciousness returned, you were trapped in the Mark's hands, who was still coming to his senses.

"Wow ..." you whispered, taking a deep breath. It feels like you barely could move in the next couple days. You would be glad if you could at least move out of this bed.

"Wow!" repeated Mark, chuckling softly. "Can we have breakfasts like this every day?" he laughed when your eyes widened. "Maybe not every day..." he hugged you tighter, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

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More Mark Tuan x Reader:

I saw an angel (smut)

Hidden beach (fluff, smut)

Habit (smut)

Hell girl (fluff, smut)

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[dearlyjinie]

sniffles & needles (m)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

plot: there isnt any, Mark is horny and finds out that best way to get rid of a cold is sex...

genre: smut, 18+, pwp

Word count: 2.1k

warnings: pwp, masterbating (F & M ish), oral(m), teasing, riding, mirror sex(slightly) daddy kink, Dom-Mark, dom-sub play, dick pics, slit shaming, spanking, horny mark, grinding, fingering (f), creampies, vaginal sex, no protection (remember wrap it before you tap it) thats it i think?

a/n: just a lil something bc today is my bday 🥳and i wanted to give you guys a present lmao, but this is my way to improve in my smut so i hope you guys enjoy this, pls lmk what you think about this as always feedback is always welcome. 

 “You don't feel hot, wait let me take your temperature,” you lift your hand off your boyfriend's forehead, leaving him the living room sofa as you run to get the thermometer.

“I found it” sang, coming to see your sick boyfriend pouting, his arms wrapped around his torso “what’s wron- if you’re pouting because i won’t have sex with you, then you should stop” you say sternly, poking his cheeks, you motion him to open his mouth and insert the thermometer. 

“But whyyy” he whines making you roll your eyes at his childish antics “because your sick baby and i don't wanna get sick”  the thermometer dings letting you know that the time is up, you take it out of mouth checking the number displayed on the small screen. 

“Your fever is down,” you smile. 

“See!!! I'm all better now common babe” Mark gets up from his spot on the couch, pulling you close to his body wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck inhaling your scent, “please” he whispers, slowly grinding on your ass, you start to feel his bulge. 

Taking a deep breath, you pull away from your horny lover. You look at him annoyed, ever since he woke up he’s been trying to get you to sleep with him. No matter how much you wanted him at the moment you had to restrain yourself, because right now you couldn't afford getting sick, no it was not happening. 

You left the horny man in the living alone suffering from his demise, groaning he plopped down on the sofa he rubbed his face in annoyance “why did i get sick” he whined, coughing. 

“Here take this” you handed him a cough drop “and take off your shirt,” smirking, he put the cherry flavored medicine in mouth sucking on it, humming as it started to make his sore throat feel much better. 

“Oh so did I finally seduce you?” he said, taking off his shirt trying his best to be sexy as his hands reach down to pull the hem of his sweatpants, you stop him showing him the container of vicks vaporub that you held.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” he sighed dramatically, letting you rub the ointment on his chest “you hate me,” you laughed as he dramatically turned away. 

Just when you were about to leave, he tugged your arm making you fall on the sofa landing on his lap “but i love you” he said placing soft kisses on your neck. 

“M-Mark” you accidentally let out a moan, embarrassed you moved his hands from your hips and got off his lap “you smell like vaporub,” you tease running way.  Mark smirks as he watches you leave to your shared bedroom. 

He knew you were close to braking, there was no way he was gonna give up now; especially after hearing that sweet moan of yours. 

Sighing you plop down on your bed “fuck that was close,” you rub your thighs together feeling a familiar wetness starting to form between your legs.

Fuck 

You tapped your fingers on your bare thigh, trying to distract yourself from your urges when you heard the familiar ding from your phone letting you know that someone messaged you, hoping it was the update about your online purchase you picked up your phone only to see it was from Mark. 

Curious to see what he had sent you unlocked your phone. Wide eyed you dropped your phone on the bed, mouth agape as you tried to process what you just saw. 

It was dick pic, more importantly it was Mark's dick. 

Picking up your phone again, you opened the picture. It was an old one, you knew it because well...you've seen it before. He had his pants off leaving enough room to free his hard cock, he posed grabbing it by the base, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum. You licked your lips, feeling yourself getting more aroused by the minute as you imagined yourself tasting the salty taste of his cum.

 Your hand slowly travels south as the reach the waistband of your shorts. Spreading your legs, you gasped as you rubbed your slit. You wondered if he was touching himself right now thinking of you as you thought of him, if his tip is just as red it is in the picture, leaking with cum. You let out a quiet moan as your fingers found your gaping hole barley penetration as you gathered your juices and rubbed on your neglected clit. 

You heard another ding from your grabbing it you opened your messaging app, only to find a selfie of Mark. This time it was new, he is smirking at the camera holding from a low angle allowing you to see everything from waist up. You bite your lip, finally inserting a finger in you, as your eyes traveled to the small patch of his pubic hair, pouting seeing that you could only see leaking tip, and barely at that.

“Why are you pouting princess,” You heard Mark’s voice, quickly taking out your hands from your shorts you sat up leaning on the headboard. Smirking Mark walked up to you, naked “you know the best way to get rid of a cold is sex.” 

His dick stood up, tip angry as pre-cum leaked from it begging you to put it between your lips. You averted your eyes noticing him smirking at you, you felt the bed move as he climbed on it. 

“Don't look away baby girl,” he kissed your jaw, “I saw what you were doing,” he said, nipping at your neck his hands on your breast, squeezing it. Blushing, you felt his fingers on your chin turning you towards him, attaching his lips with yours, you finally gave in. 

Lifting up your shirt up your arms throwing it, Mark smirked looking at your exposed breast “god you’re so fucking beautiful” he says holding the soft flesh as he took your nipple in his mouth, moaning as he twirls his tongue on your sensitive bud. 

Arching your back, you pull on his hair with one hand as the other one slips into your shorts inserting a finger into your core desperately wanting to relieve the tension you felt, just as you are going to insert the second one you feel Mark’s hand wrap around your wrist pulling it out your shorts. You whine feeling empty looking at your boyfriend, bringing your fingers to his plump lips, inserting them in his mouth, letting a groan at your sweet taste. 

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he places two fingers on your lips, telling to lick them. You gladly take them in your mouth, sucking on them. “Good girl,” he says taking off your shorts with his other hand. 

“So wet,” his fingers find your clit, drawing small circles on it as he gives you small kisses on your neck. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he finally inserts two fingers in you, biting on his shoulder as his pumps start to get rougher. 

“O-Oh fuck Mark,” you moan ridding his fingers as he pumps harder bringing you to your climax. 

Mark takes his fingers out of you sucking them clean, letting you catch your breath. “You good, baby?” he asked, caressing your face, kissing your temple. Nodding you get off the headboard, “sit there,” you point to where you were sitting, compiling he scooted over.  

“What now?” he becomes quiet when you grab his length pumping it, “let me take care of you daddy” you say wrapping your lips around his tip circling your tongue. You moan tasting the saltines of the dried off cum from earlier, letting it go with a pop. You take in his length in bobbing your head up and down. You feel his hand wrap around your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail pulling you off his dick, a string of saliva leaving your lips attaching to his tip “do it properly, baby” he says whipping saliva from your chin “ you don’t wanna get punished don’t you baby girl?”. 

He pushes your head lower, making you wrap your lips on his cock taking it all in “that's right, take my cock” you feel his pubic hairs tickling your nose, you grab onto his thighs steadying yourself as he fucks your mouth. 

He watches as you from the mirror in front as you lift your ass up, hands in your soaked pussy playing with yourself while he fucks his length into your mouth. 

“You’re such a fucking slut” he lands a hard slap on your ass making you whimper into his dick, “playing with yourself while sucking daddy off” he spanks you again.

You could his thighs flex under your touch, he’s close you think, taking him deeper in your throat. 

“Ah fuck im close,” he whimpers “are you close y/n?” with your mouth full, you moan out a small yes. 

“Oh god, come with me” he says, giving you his last thrust as he shoots his hot cum into your mouth, you feel your legs tremble, you came.

Swallowing, you look at him, dazed from your second orgasm of the night. You smile watching him catch his breath, you grab his semi-hard cock as it twitches in your hand, slowly pumping it. 

“Oh fuck, baby” Mark leaned his head back, hitting the headboard. You got on his lap attaching your lips together as you grind on his length coating it with your juices. 

“M-mark” you moan as you feel his tip rub your clit, you hover over his length aligning it to your entrance.  

You moan Mark’s name, feeling enter “holy shit baby, you’re so fucking tight” Mark says wrapping his lips around your tit. 

You move slowly and start to rock your hips faster, getting used to his size. 

“F-fuck yeah, just like that baby” Mark moans into your ear as you bounce on his dick harder, matching your pace he thrust harder, hitting your cervix. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your moan and skin slapping.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached, “M-Mark, I” you tried to talk, with each thrust you felt like you were gonna break. Mark felt the way you clenched around his cock, and the way you gripped onto his shoulders “are you gonna come, Y/n?” he asked, not trusting your voice anymore you simply nodded biting down on his shoulder as you let pleasure take over “I’m gonna cum too, cum on my cock babe,” he said rubbing your clit bring you to your orgasm. 

Stars erupted over your vision for a second as you came. Your back arched while your cunt squeezed down on the dick that was still carving its way through you. 

“f-Fuck yeah thats my good girl, coming on daddy’s cock like that” Mark said thrusting harder, chasing his high. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he neared his orgasm, his dick twitch inside you as he pumped his cum into, his torso pressed against yours. 

He held you close, staying inside still his dick got too soft to stay inside, he pulled out giving you a kiss.  He laid you on the bed next to him, watching you catch your breath “Thank you for that, now you’ll see i'm gonna be better by tomorrow,” he said laughing as he got off the bed to get a wet towel to clean you and some water.

Smiling at him you waited for his return, ready to cuddle and go to sleep when all of a sudden you felt your throat start to tickle, you ignore the feeling thinking that your throat is most probably sore from the blowjob till you start to see the oh so familiar sensation of your nose being tickled and you let out a sneeze. 

“Fuck” 

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“I'm sorry baby,” Mark cooed as he warps you around a blanket, you caught Mark’s cold because neither  you or your boyfriend couldn't control your hormones so now you are the one to suffer from the consequences. 

“Well you know” Mark starts off as you take a sip of your tea, “to get rid of a cold it's best to have se-” before he was able to finish the sentence you threw a cushion on his face, laughing he raised his hands up admitting defeat. 

“At least it worked the first time” he whispered, scrolling through Netflix in search of something to watch. 

[kookiebunnii]

life is a rom-com || masterlist

spending your last year of college with seven chaotic individuals didn’t seem all that bad. after all, they tolerated your memes and babied you when you needed it. however, when the lines between friendship and something more start to blur, it seems that your college years can’t end without a little drama.

→ pairing: got7 x reader (endgame: uncertain 👀)

→ genre: social media au, college au, f2l, you’ll feel every emotion reading this

→ warnings: mature language

→ will attempt to update every other day around 8PM PST  

💌 profiles

💌 part one: pasta

💌 part two: who’s she?

💌 part three: traitor

💌 part four: hE??? 

💌 part five: romance novels

💌 part six: DON’T

💌 part seven: coco or jackson

💌 part eight: DMs are open

💌 part nine: cuffing season

💌 part ten: my lady

💌 part eleven: do i like him?

💌 part twelve: honeymoon

💌 part thirteen: movie night

💌 part fourteen: cursed year

💌 part fifteen: not for this au

💌 part sixteen: cease and desist

💌 part seventeen: better than your bias

💌 part eighteen: forget it

💌 part nineteen: being stubborn

💌 part twenty: lavender

💌 part twenty-one: tax benefits

💌 part twenty-two: new pfp

💌 part twenty-three: living arrangements

💌 part twenty-four: sweet dreams

💌 part twenty-five: group picture

💌 part twenty-six: popsicle lip tints!!

💌 part twenty-seven: jinyoung and brad pitt

💌 part twenty-eight: jealous over mayo

💌 part twenty-nine: best friends forever

💌 part thirty: turning point

💌 part thirty-one: MK & YK

💌 part thirty-two: JL & JP

💌 part thirty-three: YC

[sweetestofchaos]

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 💔 841

"I used to know you. Used to love the way you laugh, the way you looked at me. Now you cant even bear to look at me. What did I ever do to make you hate me?"  Prompt by - the world of prompts

Waring(s): SFW. ANGST. Cursing. Cheating. Interracial Relationship. Breakup. Chapter(s): One-Shot Description: Y/N confronts Mark for the first and last time. Paring(s): Gang!Mark x Black!Reader Song: Decode by Paramore

"I used to know you. Used to love the way you laugh, the way you looked at me. Now you can’t even bear to look at me. What did I ever do to make you hate me?!” You snapped, throwing your hands around as you spoke. Things between you and your boyfriend Mark had been weird the past few months. You chalked it up to the stress of his job, but it was starting to get to you. Mark was always short with you, or he flat out ignored you all together. There were no meals together or playful banter. Your bed was always empty, and you longed for Mark’s touch. Just having him sleep in the same bed as you would be enough at this point. Something was wrong and you needed to know what.

“What did you do?” Mark was confused. How could you ever ask him that question? He felt, guilty and it was eating him alive the longer he felt your eyes burning into his soul. “Shit…” Mark sighed and took a sip of the drink in his hands. “Y/N you didn’t do anything.” He looked up from the glass in his hand and his conscious wouldn’t allow him to meet your eyes. Mark couldn’t bear to see the hurt in your eyes so, he settled for staring at your chin.

How did we get here

When I used to know you so well?

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you stood in front of his large desk. Even now, you couldn’t get him to meet your eyes. You felt stupid standing in Mark’s large office wearing a little mint green number that you thought he would love. “What happened to us?” You forced the question and braced yourself for whatever answer he could possibly give you. Your mind raced as you thought of a million different answers. You were happy…or at least you thought you were happy. You really couldn’t pinpoint when that all changed.

How did we get here?

Well, I think I know

The question hung in the air like a noose. Any answer Mark gave whether the truth or a lie would kill whatever hope was lingering in your heart. Mark could feel the guilt choking him, his lungs burned, and his ribs started to ache as he tried to gather enough courage to speak. What happened? Hell, it’s the very same question he asked himself every night before he drank himself half to death and passed out in the arms of another. His silence was loud and answered your question without missing a beat. Tears stung the bottom of your eyes and you blinked them away quickly as you took a shaky breath. You could feel your heart breaking, so you held yourself tighter to try and keep it together. This was how it was going to end, huh? You found yourself smiling despite the situation.

The truth is hiding in your eyes

And it's hanging on your tongue

Just boiling in my blood

But you think that I can't see

You voice wavered as you found the courage to say the words you knew he wanted to say. “I-I think it would be…” You bite you lower lip as a tear fell. Damnit, you didn’t want him to see you cry. “I-” The words refused to come out and more tears started to fall as you fought with your mind and heart. How stupid could you be? Why would you want to stay here? Why couldn’t you just tell Mark to go fuck himself and leave? Why was it so hard to walk away from him? Why did it prove to be so challenging to unlove the only man you had ever loved? You shook your head, your thick braids swinging around your back as you covered your mouth as a sob escaped. Mark’s body tensed at the sound as he watched your tears fall and drip down your face.

What kind of man that you are

If you're a man at all

Well, I will figure this one out

On my own

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” The apology was empty, it was all his mind would allow him to say and he winced when the phrase left his mouth. It tasted bitter on his tongue.

On my own

(My thoughts you can't decode)

“Sorry?” You frowned at the word as you wiped at your tears. “S-sorry…yeah, okay.” You felt exhausted, your body suddenly weighed a ton. You had nothing left to say, it didn’t matter even if you did have more to say. Turning on your heels, you walked out of his office for the last time. As you slammed the door behind you, your choked on another sob. Was he not going to chase after you? You wanted to wait, but you knew better. Deep down you knew the truth, the answer was simple. No.

How did we get here

When I used to know you so well? Yeah

How did we get here?

Well, I think I know

[cosmiclatte28]

#5 The Magical Time of Year (Mark Tuan x you)

Fifth day of Christmas

The Magical Time of Year (Mark Tuan x you)

I do not own the pictures, but I own the stories :) hope you enjoy this

Who decides to say that December is the magical time of the year, must be amazingly great in predicting things. You never think that December is a special month, you usually just enjoy it because it has Christmas and New Year’s Eve which means you close another page of a year and open a new one. You got new chances, new blank pages, and 365 more days to achieve your goals.

It is only two days to the last day of the year and sitting back on your sofa in the small studio you rented in Seoul, you think about the things you’ve achieved this year. You finished your second year of college, met a lot of nice friends, had a great summer with that new friend from Hong Kong (Jackson) and the LA guy (Mark Tuan) who surprisingly is super quiet. Come to think of it, you did not know how the loud guy from Hong Kong can be good friend with that mysterious LA. Fall also ended nicely with Jackson introducing you to Jinyoung, who sings beautifully. This Christmas however you do not go home to your hometown mostly because your Winter break is short, and you went home last summer already.

Your mind brings you back to the mysterious LA guy, Mark Tuan is a transfer student from LA, and your first impression was not good at all. He was walking while talking to Jackson mindlessly while bringing a cup of ice americano. Yes he spilled a cup of coffee accidentally, but he did not ask for an apology. You really think even if his Korean is not good, muttering a sorry is not hard right? He was frozen, Jackson was the one panicking when he saw your white shirt stained black right now.

You cannot erase that bitter memory and since then, Mark Tuan has been listed under the name of the people you hate. You were surprised when Jackson brought him to the summer trip you planned with him and Jinyoung. His reason was because Mark didn’t have any friend to spend the summer with and he think that it is a good way for you to get closer with him. That did not happen. Though you did enjoy the summer thanks to Jinyoung and Jackson, Mark and you had your own cold war. Maybe more like you were ignoring him, he didn’t bother you though. He tried to talk with you but everything ended up in vain when the holiday ended and you still cannot really get along with him.

Your phone suddenly rings when you’re deep in thought, carelessly you pick it up without really looking the owner of the number.

“(y/n)??” the hoarse voice lets you know who is calling you.

“Yes Jackson?” you glance at your calendar and clock. He’s supposed to be in Hong Kong already, why is he calling you out of the blue.

“You’re in Seoul right?” he sounds rushed.

You nod your head though he cannot see, “yep why? You left something??’

“No. Jinyoung is back to his hometown too and I am in Hong Kong,” his voice is the same one he always uses when he needs you to do something.

You sense something bad is about to happen and bulls’ eye, Jackson dropped the bomb.

“Well, you’re the last one in Seoul with a shelter, and the weather happens to be bad in Seoul’s way to Japan.”

You don’t like how he is beating around the bush and your gut says something bad will happen.

“Cut it short, why are you calling me?”

Jackson exhales from the other end of the line, “Fine. Mark’s flight got cancelled.”

You stay silent for a while, waiting for Jackson to tell the point of him telling you this.

“Mark can’t go back to the apartment because we ended our contract and the new apartment, we share will be available when we return to Seoul.”

“So what? You want me to take care of him?” you sound supper annoyed but you also feel bad for him. After all it’s not his fault his flight got cancelled, you also imagine if you are in his shoes, you’ll be so desperate since you cannot go back to your family and have no where to stay.

“Tell him to wait, I’ll take my car.” You reluctantly stand up to change your comfortable warm pyjamas to proper clothes.

“Thank you so much! You’re the best, Mark was afraid to call you. I know you’re a nice friend, I’ll make it up to you when I’m back. Thank you so much!!!’ Jackson sends you a kiss from the phone and you just hang up.

Though you don’t have any special bond with Mark, you still feel like you’ll be inhumane if you let him wander alone in the cold winter night.

When you step into your car, your phone lights up this time it’s from Mark.

“Hey (y/n), um sorry to be a burden Jackson told me everything. I was about to call you but he was faster. Your line got busy when I reached out.” He sounds nervous.

You want to tell him  to just calm down, you’re not going to bite him though. It also hurts you seeing him super afraid of being with you, when you’re actually just shy enough to let your heart open to him because you’re afraid you will love him and ended up broken hearted because he’s not interested in you.

Yes you shall admit his persona is different from the other two. He’s quiet but in his silent smile, you feel a special emotion bubbling inside you. The way Mark just sit back and see Jackson bickers with Jinyoung, enjoying the two fights you always remember how his eyes spark with love and adoration. You were being distant to him because you were afraid you’ll end up getting hurt if you fall too deep into his mysterious persona. You lied by saying you hate him from your first encounter, seriously that is a silly meaningless thing, but you used that to lie.

“Hey Mark, don’t be too nervous. Just wait I’m driving to you. Text me where you will  be waiting, I’ll pick you up there.” You end the call to focus on the road and arrive safely.

He was standing on the appointed place and you open up your trunk to help him with his luggage.

You go down to greet him, “Flight got cancelled?” you open with a small talk.

He nods, “Bummer, sorry I disturb you this late, and even intrudes to your house.”

You smirk, “Well even though we might not be close with one another, it’s Christmas and New Year’s eve holiday. I know how hard it is to find a flight and a hotel. Plus I cannot let you freeze to death by yourself in the best time of the year, so please come with me.” You chuckle and he laughs suddenly he’s warm and not so cold to you and you feel your heart beating faster.

“Let me drive, you sit next to me. As a thank you for picking me up and offering me a place.” He kindly offers you to drive and you shrug your shoulder, “Won’t say no.”

He smiles and takes the driver’s place; you sit next to him and he smiles when he feels the warm and toasty air in your car. “Whoop this is warmer than the café I sat earlier. Now lead the way.” He starts the car and the two of you go back to the heart of the town.

“I didn’t expect you will allow me to stay over.” Mark abruptly confesses, you stare away from the window to look at him.

“Well I guess I need to end the cold war between us before the year ends, also I imagine what it’s like to be you and I guess if I am in your position I’d hope anyone wants to accept me in their house.”

Mark nods, “Thank you for thinking about me, I actually did not know why we cannot be close. I think it’s because of our first encounter, right? Sorry I spilled coffee and I was super nervous I forgot to ask apology.” He looks into your eyes.

You blush, suddenly feeling shy for making that a big deal and making him think you really hate him for that. You shake your head, “That was not a good memory, but it’s okay. I mean I can forgive you. I’ve forgiven you for that.”

He relaxes, “So, tell me what scares you from me?”

You bite your lip, is this a great time to tell him the truth?

“Just be open to me, I want to know you more. I see how you can be so close to Jackson and Jinyoung And it just hurts me when I feel so left out.”

You gasp, not realizing he felt left out, but you didn’t mean it at all. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you out.” You take a breath, “Here’s the truth, don’t freak out and don’t hate me for this.”

He looks to you and nods, “I promise I won’t be mad.”

You look into the window, afraid that you’ll chicken out if you see his perfectly sculptured face.

“I was afraid if I open up to you, I’ll love you and get hurt.”

You expect him to be very quiet or suddenly feel super awkward, but his response is totally what you never expect.

“Oh, may I know why you think you will get hurt?” his voice is different, more calm, deep, and sweet.

You sigh, time to let all the secret out you will be staying with this guy until god knows when.

“You’re a heartthrob Mark, everyone looks at you like you’re a perfect ideal boyfriend! You’re the talk of the town. I mean at least the friends I knew were always talking about winning your heart. I just feel like I didn’t stand a chance.” You admit finally, letting the stone that is weighing your heart, crumble.

Mark calmly answers you, “And didn’t you know you’re also the talk of the town? You’re always kind and friendly. Always the first one to reach out a hand when someone needs help. I feel like I am not that friendly and you wouldn’t want to befriend me.”

You blush, is he flattering you or is this the truth.

“You’re too much there.” You laugh and he shakes his head, “I am dead serious. Look even now, no matter how awkward we were, you chose to help me! If you didn’t answer Jackson yes, maybe I’ll still be in the airport finding a hotel to stay.”

“You’re kind, you’re the warmest person I know! I watched how you can befriend Jackson and Jinyoung easily and I thought you were just never interested in a cold awkward guy like me. I tried to accept it, tried to talk to you but you were pushing me away.”

“Sorry Mark, I didn’t mean to push you away.” You wipe a tear that falls from your eye.

“Hey don’t cry. It’s okay now, I’ve heard the truth. You were afraid of hurting your heart and I respect that decision you made. However, before the year ends, I want to tell you.” He pauses and hits the brake when the light is red.

You look into him, he looks into your eyes, “I want to tell you, don’t be afraid, you won’t break your heart. The chance is yours and if you can read my heartbeat now, you’ll panic at how fast it is beating.” He nervously chuckles.

You also nervously giggle, “Did you just openly flirt and tell me you’re giving me a chance to be your special one?”

His shy persona was suddenly changed with his mysterious one million dollars smirk everyone in campus envied, “What I am telling you is, your chance of getting into my heart is more than 99%. You made me wait this long and after knowing this, I’ll say the wait is worth it.”

You shake your head, “I can’t believe this! How can you just confess your feelings to me inside a car, in a red light stop. This is not romantic Mark and you are labelled as the romantic guy!”

He runs a hair over his hair, “Guess I’ll repeat everything in the house later, or tomorrow when I bring you out for brunch.”

You can’t believe the surprises this man has in his soul. This is a totally new side of Mark Tuan. A side no one witnessed before and a side you got to see in private.

“We’re here.” He unbuckles the seatbelt and turns off the engine. He takes out his suitcases and you open up the door for him to enter. You unlock the door and step inside, “This is it, home sweet home.” You inhale the air and turn on the lights and heater. Mark steps inside too and directly loves the way you décor the small room to feel homey.

“Sorry if it’s small, but please treat yourself.” You smile to him.

“Thank you! I already love this place, why didn’t you bring us over? Not even once!” he was totally different from the last time you met.

You were always meeting the cold awkward mysterious side of him, that is why you’re surprised when you finally see his talkative side.

“You’re actually talkative right?” you cross your arms and judge him from head to toe.

Mark shrugs his shoulder as he examines your pictures you put on over your bed.

“Well, how else would I befriend Jackson and Jinyoung if I am quiet. I even live with them, there is no way they accept me if I am boring like whenever we meet.”

Now that explains the curiosity you always had in your head. You always wonder how can three of them share a house?! Turns out Mark was an unopened shell to you and strangers, but to Jackson and Jinyoung he was another joker.

“I guess I’ll see more new side of you as we spend the New Year’s Eve and new year together.” You shrug your shoulder.

Mark walks to your side and pulls you into a warm hug, “I know you’ll be alone this December; fate must have sent me here to protect you from loneliness.”

You punch his shoulder playfully, “Look at you, being a totally different man in one snap.”

He smirks and pulls you closer to his chest, “Did you know how hard was it for me to never pull you away from Jackson when he has you in his arms and always hugging your shoulder? I like you okay since like the first time I spilled coffee, but you seem so comfortable with him that I thought I didn’t have a chance.”

You laugh, “Two idiots thinking they both do not get a chance when in reality we’re madly insane over each other.”

Mark laughs and that is the warmest laugh you ever hear from his lips, “It’s going to be one of my best New Year’s Eve. Thank you for letting me in both to your heart and to your house.”

You close your eyes and inhale the scent of his shoulder, “You’re welcome. Want to go and do the countdown in the big park tomorrow?”

He nods his head, “Can we stay like this for a while? You just fit in my arm perfectly and I miss this warm feeling.”

You nod your head, “Make yourself feel at home Mark,” you close your eyes and sink deeper into his embrace.

You don’t bother how hard your heart is beating right now, you really can die from bursting your heart but who cares when you can finally hug the man you secretly love for a year?

 “Hey (y/n)!” Jackson called you one day; you take the call while walking to sit beside Mark. He raises his brow wanting to know who calls you.

“Hey Jackson,” you reply, sitting beside mark as he pulls a blanket over both of you as the TV shows some boring holiday TV shows.

“I’m back in Seoul tomorrow, where do you want me to bring you to? You’ve taken care of Mark and I promised I’d make it up to you right.”

You giggle, “No need Jackson, just be back here safe and come to my house. I have a great story to tell. Oh, and if you can bring Jinyoung, that would be better.”

Jackson was dead curious of the story, but you insist it will be a surprise.

So, when the two men stand Infront of your door the next day, you were more than delighted to welcome them inside and they can’t close their jaw when they see Mark comfortably lounging over your house looking like he just woke up.

“What is this?” Jackson closes the door quickly and drags you to sit on the sofa.

He sits beside you and Jinyoung took the other side next to you.

You chuckle when Mark calmly yells from the pantry, “Easy boys, you’ll hurt my love,”

Jackson and Jinyoung hung their jaw and you can just shrug your shoulder.

“December is the magical time of the year, right?”

    see you tomorrow! the year is coming to an end... what will you write in the last page of your book’s chapter?

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[thewriterofkpop]

GOT7 with a Y/N with stretch marks in/ after the pregnancy and who feels bad with them

JayB

This man was the happiest man.

Why?

Because his wonderful wife was pregnant.

Pregnant with the fruits of your love.

This was so meaningful for the young leader that his new solo album was actually named ,,Appa‘s baby-happiness“

He was currently working on the cute lullaby he planned to sing for the little person you were carrying below your heart.

When he suddenly heart sobs, which made his brain stop working.

He immediately tried to figure out where the noise was coming from when he suddenly found you half-naked.

,,Let’s go to the hospital! Where are you hurt? Tell me Y/N....“ he begged, stroking your belly.

,,Noo.....-" you whined.

,,Nowhere....“ you responded.

,,Look! My skin looks so ugly! I‘m becoming fat and the baby oil doesn’t help....!“ you sobbed, making your partner‘s heart become crushed.

He felt so helpless.

But Jaebeom took your wonderful body in his arms and put your head on his chest and assured you, that you looked beautiful and you had nothing to worry about.

Mark

Something he always said at concerts was that the male audience shouldn’t make his fans cry and Mark was living like that himself.

He always tried his best to not make you cry, to make you feel happy and cheerful.

Especially now after you gave birth to his whole happiness, a baby girl.

But sometimes you simply cried, even already while you were pregnant.

Of course, he knew that these were just your mood swings. 

His mother and sister had told him about them but still, he couldn’t handle it.

He hated it.

He hated that no one was at fault.

That he couldn’t influence the reason‘s for your tears.

Like these tears.

You looked at the red skin on your belly, the stretch marks getting more and more.

But even though he couldn’t influence the reasons, he always managed to make you feel better.

Like now, where he simply began to kiss every single stretch mark just to make you feel better, while his baby girl slept happily in her bed.

And while you tiredly laid in the bed and were about to fall asleep, he kept whispering that you were so beautiful...

Jackson

There was no question that Jackson was thrilled about this pregnancy.

The first one.

The young man was so happy that he didn’t put away his phone for even a second.

He just wanted to capture every sight of you.

And besides, he wanted to send the pictures to his beloved mother who couldn’t be there too.

,,Aish!“ you cursed loudly with a whiny voice, turning your boyfriend‘s attention to you.

Tears slowly found their way out and made Jackson‘s heart stop.

,,Why why why?“ he whispered and cupped your cheeks.

,,My skin....“ you kept sobbing.

Jackson looked at your skin, you already had stretching marks from the past.

Mixed with the pregnancy stretching marks this must have looked really ugly in your eyes.

But for Jackson, it was still beautiful.

You were still beautiful.

He quickly grabbed the baby oil and kept massaging your belly, making you chuckle and moan a bit.

,,Huh? You enjoy this, huh?“ he asked you and took off your bra and began to massage your breasts too.

This whiny situation now turned to a moaning one...

Jinyoung

Like always it was impossible to read what Jinyoung was thinking.

His expression was unreadable.

People would claim that he was rather uninterested, but you knew the truth.

He felt just as bad as you, seeing that you were unhappy.

He was so thrilled about the pregnancy, you were expecting the fruit of your love, how couldn’t he be happy?

But seeing you being so depressed about your own body made him sad.

And so one evening, he decided to prepare something nice for you.

The room was illuminated with candlelight and smelled like roses.

He intended to massage you and help you feel good about your body.

,,Mhh…my feet were so swollen…it feels good…’’ you chuckled.

But as soon as he tried to put baby oil on your belly you frowned.

,,Don’t, Jinyoung. It’s embarrassing. The stretch marks are so big…’’ you whined.

,,I never saw something so beautiful. I mean it.’’ he said and made you blush, stroking every single one with so much love that you had the feeling that you were melting below his touch.

This man was indeed the most beautiful and romantic husband.

Youngjae

,,Let’s go to the beach!’’ he exclaimed and looked at you.

You were currently six months pregnant with his baby and you kind of didn’t understand if he was being serious.

Even Coco was irritated.

Well two women in the household and one single man, he just had to give not only 100% but 200% to make you both happy.

,,Do you think that I can go like this….?’’ you asked him, pointing at your belly.

You were in your jumpsuit, your pregnant belly made it impossible for you to see your own shoes by now.

,,Are you embarrassed because you’re carrying a human’s life…?’’ he asked you, kind of hurt.

He was so happy that both of you finally got the chance to be parents, after all, why would you think like that?

But you just laughed and quickly explained what you meant.

,,What? I don’t see anything….’’ he laughed when you showed him your stretch marks, no clothes on you by now as he touched your body with his finger, softly, giving you so much love with that act.

,,By the way, I read that with the sun they become whiter.’’ he said and tried to make you change your mind, of course, he planned to stop if he noticed that you would feel way too uncomfortable.

But you really changed your mind and with his help and you changed into your swimsuit and got ready to go.

You even forgot for a bit about your stretching marks and had fun with the father of your unborn child.

BamBam

,,They look so cute, right?’’ Bambam asked his family as he facetimed with them.

,,I can’t wait until you guys finally come,’’ he said to his mother who smiled as she held his brother's baby.

,,How is your wife?’’ his sister in law asked him.

BamBam turned his head to your room.

,,She is crying, I don’t get it, how can I help her? She hates her stretch marks…’’ he whispered, maybe the two women could help him in that situation. 

Indeed they told him to hug you, rub your body in baby oil and keep saying you that you did well.

Indeed he did what he was told, and so you both laid in your bed, your head nuzzled against his bare chest as he rubbed your belly with the oil on his hands. 

,,I understand that you are depressed because of the marks, but you did such a great job, you gave birth to twins, you had them for such a long time in your belly, these marks are the marks for your fight, don’t be sad over them, please…’’ he whispered, making you feel better.

,,You don’t think that I am ugly?’’ you asked him, your lips were trembling as you asked him, still feeling a little bit sad.

,,No, I don’t think that, I think that you are the most beautiful girl and that I love you so much…’’ he gave you his honest opinion, making you feel at ease...

Yugyeom

You laid in your bed in the middle of the night when Yugyeom arrived home, your hands on your belly as you listened to your baby's breathing sounds next to you.

,,What is wrong?’’ he asked you as he went below the blankets to hug you.

,,Mh,, Y/N?’’ he asked you again, kissing your cheek as he waited for your response.

And then you finally began to cry, tell him everything that pilled up so far.

,,I feel ugly,’’ you admitted.

,,The stretching marks make me feel ugly. My belly is fat, my baby is here and I am still such a bad mom….’’ you told him and turned your body towards him.

He suddenly kissed you and then stroked your head.

,,You just gave birth, I can understand that you are sad but nothing you say is true.

You take care of your baby, you did the best for your body, it’s just the nature that these things are here but I know that you can change them, so don’t worry too much, ,don’t cry too much,’’ he whispered and kissed you again.

,,I feel so bad…’’ you went on, now Yugyeom was patting your back, trying to make you feel better as he told you how jealous he was of you.

,,You are so amazing, you still don’t see it…’’ he whispered and dried your tears for you.

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