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Book Review: Harmony by Project Itoh

Harmony: An Ambiguous Dystopia

In the late 2000s, a young author with the unconventional pen name Project Itoh (伊藤計劃) appeared in the Japanese science fiction world like a bolt from the blue. His first novel Genocidal Organ (2007) was rated by a poll in Hayakawa Publishing’s annual SF guidebook (SFが読みたい) as the best novel in the genre from that decade, and his second novel Harmony (2008) received both of Japan’s most prestigious SF awards, the Seiun and the SF Grand Prix, as well as a special citation from America’s Phillip K. Dick Award.

Sadly, though Itoh’s influence and reputation persist to this day, his tenure as a professional author was all too brief. The tragic irony of Harmony—a near future tale about an oppressive global medical regime—is that Itoh edited the proofs while in and out of hospital during the final months of his long battle with cancer. Itoh died in 2009 at the age of 34, just two years after his novelistic debut. Because Itoh himself passed away long before COVID-19 reared it’s spike protein head, we can only speculate as to how he would have reacted to the pandemic and its restrictions on freedom in the name of saving lives. His novels display respect for science and acceptance of a materialist metaphysics, so there is little reason to believe that he would have opposed fact-based public health recommendations such as vaccination, masking, and distancing on principle. Still, when Harmony is read now, in the post-pandemic age, one can’t help noticing its relevance to the conflict—illustrated most vividly in the USA but played out around the globe—between those who opposed government measures to limit the spread of covid and those who willingly—sometimes eagerly—cooperated. Which side of the disagreement the novel falls on depends on whether you believe that the future it depicts is meant to be terrifying or desirable. Although Harmony appears on first glance to be a work of dystopian literature targeted at a kind of medical authoritarianism, there are compelling reasons, as we will see, to treat it as a utopian tale that promotes government interventions to protect human life.

Lifeist Hegemony Through Physiological Surveillance

In a near future, the world has been taken over by the “ademedistration”, a global network of medical conclaves that regulate all social interaction. Through “WatchMe”, a system of countless nanobots called “medicules” that permeate the body, the homeostasis of every citizen is constantly monitored. Here we have a surveillance regime akin to the Big Brother panopticon of George Orwell’s 1984, except instead of utilizing television-like viewscreens to watch and listen in on the people, the surveillance infrastructure is embodied and dedicated only to the task of medical nannying. Driving admedistration institutions is “lifeism”, an ideology that treats the body as a public resource that must be kept healthy and forced to procreate. Procreation is a crucial biological service in the wake of a nuclear war called the Maelstrom that caused widespread genetic mutation, infertility, and depopulation. (Some passages suggest that the Maelstrom resulted from the events of Genocidal Organ, placing Harmony second in the same fictional continuum.) For reasons we don’t learn until the epilogue, Harmony is told in Emotion-in-Text Markup Language (ETML). That is, every beat of the story is marked with representative emotions, mental actions, or moods, in a play on HTML. For example, the beginning of the English edition (translated by my friend Alex. O Smith) reads as follows:

I have a story to tell. <declaration:calculation> <pls: The Story of a Failure> <pls: The Story of a Defector> <eql: In other words, me.> </declaration>

This formal experiment no doubt derives from Itoh’s original career in web design, through which he would have been familiar with front end code. Our first-person protagonist is Tuan. In childhood, Tuan was friends with two girls, Cian and their leader Miach. Under the influence of Miach, who rails constantly against lifeism, the trio decide to plot an act of rebellion. But since the admedistration lacks any central authority, there is no clear target to strike. So Miach concludes that their only hope of resistance is to flout the moratorium on death by committing group suicide. The girls then make a pact to take drugs that prevent absorption of nutrients from food, a kind of pharmaceutically-induced starvation that is supposed to go undetected by admedistration officials because the girls are still minors and have yet to receive WatchMe. When Cian tattles, she and Tuan are saved before it’s too late but Miach dies as planned. This leaves the two survivors to grow up without their leader, struggling to understand the meaning of Miach’s fatal dissent and their own failure to join her. As an adult, Tuan finds employment with Helix, a militarized arm of the World Health Organization that fights for lifeism in developing regions around the world. Tuan has chosen a career in soldiering because it allows her to visit far-flung war zones where she can get her hands on cigarettes, booze, and narcotics. By hacking her WatchMe, she is able to to send spoofed physiological data, thereby quietly thumbing her nose at the health-enforcing authorities. Tuan’s life of insalubrious impudence continues until she returns to Japan and reunites with Cian, who has taken a typical admedistration job and seems to have conformed to lifeist society. Then, over dinner at a nice restaurant, Cian kills herself in a gory display by cutting her own jugular vein. Tuan soon learns that Cian’s death was part of a simultaneous mass suicide. Now, through admedistration propaganda news networks, the organizers of this mysterious atrocity demand that everyone murder at least one other person or they too will be forced to commit suicide. The ultimatum seems uncannily reminiscent to Tuan of Miach’s morbid plotting when they were children, and she wants to understand how the bloodbath was perpetrated. Her investigations take her to Baghdad, now a locus of cutting-edge medical research, where she meets her father, the inventor of the WatchMe system, and later to the caves of the Caucasus mountains, where she confronts the villain behind a scheme to snuff out essential facets of human nature and inaugurate a kind of totalizing harmony.

Antivaxxer Dystopia or Science Credulous Utopia?

Contrary to what the high praise both within and without Japan might suggest, Harmony is not an exemplar of top-class story-craft. The characters, with the exception perhaps of Thanatos-channeling Miach, are two-dimensional at best. The dearth of description makes a missed opportunity of the exotic settings, and, combined with the comparatively plentiful dialogue, reduces most of the novel to a series of disembodied voices waxing intellectual. Even the philosophical discussions of consciousness and free will crucial to the denouement fail to stand up to the most rudimentary scrutiny. One must suppose that Itoh, writing on his deathbed, struggled to flesh out the vision of his final work as fully as he had demonstrated himself capable of in earlier stories such as Genocidal Organ. Still, Harmony does represent a rare* and memorable example of a Japanese novel that fits in either the dystopian or utopian tradition—perhaps both at once. Like Ursula K. le Guin’s masterpiece The Dispossessed, which bears the subtitle “An Ambiguous Utopia,” Harmony constructs a nuanced future. Ultimately, the position it encourages readers to take on the medical nanny state remains inconclusive, making the text an interesting lens through which to consider the polarization around government responses to the pandemic. If Harmony is classified as a work of dystopian literature as is standard**, it presents just the sort of dark future one might imagine the anti-vaxxer or the anti-masker to conceive. Harmony could then be read as a cautionary tale, illustrating the dangers of allowing the CDC or a similar medical body to tell us what to do. (Remember that the WHO is literally a global military force!) However, Itoh’s future lacks many features that would make for a persuasive dystopia. For example, there are too many holes in the WatchMe system, with minors and touring soldiers outside its reach, for life under the admedistration to feel particularly suffocating or oppressive. A dystopia that is easy to escape hardly seems dystopian at all. It may be that Itoh intended for readers to accept Miach’s insistence on the dehumanizing effect of legally mandating good health, but the novel contains scarce examples to back up her vituperations. Surveillance of our very cells would certainly be a terrifying prospect, while the homogenization of physical appearance that afflicts admedistration citizens presents an eerie image of obedience, as if to assert that following medical advice transforms human beings into interchangeable ants or zombies. But as a response to a catastrophe like the Malestrom, formulating policy that is to some degree overbearing seems entirely reasonable. Indeed, there are worse things than being cajoled into taking care of your body when the survival of the human species is on the line. Would the morally appropriate response be to instead prioritize individual choice and condemn humanity to extinction? Moreover, the admedistration mechanisms for encouraging compliance with lifeism seem mild, generally coming in the form of education and social pressure rather than force. Compare this to the lockdowns of 2020-2022 in countries such as Australia and China that were positively draconian even though the crisis they sought to mitigate (i.e. the pandemic) was far less threatening than worldwide nuclear fallout. For people who are eager to obey public health recommendations in the name of longevity for all, I hazard that a fully functioning lifeist civilization would be a utopia. There, in the capable hands of admedistration scientists, with the most advanced medical technology the world has ever seen, we would all extend not just our lifespans but our healthspans and live without fear of two of the greatest woes human beings face—illness and death. Whatever we might lose in exchange, for some it would seem worth the sacrifice… Whether taken as a dystopia, a utopia, or something else, Harmony anticipated many of the debates of the pandemic more than a decade before the word COVID-19 was even coined. When considering the highly politicized fight between libertarian extremists and virtue signalling rule-followers around whether governments should mandate masks, lockdowns, and vaccines, there has been a tendency for empirically minded liberals and progressives to dismiss the skeptics as far-right or irrational imbeciles. But Itoh reveals the core of meaningful objection on the other side—the dangers of the medical nanny state taken too far—while simultaneously describing an extreme scenario in which curtailments of freedom may be justifiable. Itoh was clearly a perceptive writer. If only he had lived to see how our past matched up to his future…

Notes

*Japanese proto science fiction of the late 19th and early 20th century shows a preoccupation with political dystopias and utopias. However, examples are much harder to find in the later Japanese tradition than that of the Anglophone. **In her article on the history of manga and anime, Ada Palmer classifies Harmony as a “quasi-utopia.”

essay by Eli K.P. William. I am the author of three dystopian sci-fi novels: Cash Crash Jubilee, The Naked World, and A Diamond Dream. I also translate Japanese literature, including the bestselling novel A Man, by Keiichiro Hirano. More about me here. Follow me on Twitter: @Dice_Carver Or if you want more essays like this one, join my newsletter ALMOST REAL

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❝ of suffocation and escapism.

: Motivation. Energy. Direction.

Three things that I desperately need right now. Lately, I've been nothing but a helpless blob floating in the space of questions and drowning in the ocean of problems. I don't know what it is, but I feel so exhausted these days, which is maybe why I keep reading stories instead of doing work. I've recently noticed that whenever reality becomes unbearable, I obsess over fiction because things there are better. It's my version of escapism. But then again, at one point, I'd have to face reality, and I'm so not ready for that.

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Do It [M] (Just Friends January)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x female reader

Genre: romance / smut / friends to lovers

Warnings: a bit of angst, a fair amount of cursing, alcohol consumption, vomiting, a whole bucket load of denial and a detailed sex scene (consensual and sober, just for clarification).

Word count: 5060

Nothing Mundane | Do It | Waiting For You | Doctor’s Orders

“Can’t you just do it?”

“No way, Y/N,” Mark responded, shaking his head incredulously. This was getting beyond a joke now.

When you had first asked him about this, he had been gentle with you. He could see how vulnerable you were explaining the reasoning, and he had let you down gently. “We’re friends, Y/N. I… I couldn’t be responsible for doing that for you.”

“But you’re the person I trust the most in the world with this.”

He had to admit it was hard to turn you down that first time. The way you had widened your eyes, the unshed tears barely kept at bay, Mark had wanted to do everything to take away that pain. But what you were requesting of him was just too big of a deal. Something he shouldn’t ever have the right to take away when you were his best friend.

He thought his denial would have been enough. Yet there had been four other instances since, and the shy and fragile version of you was long gone.

“Surely it would be a good thing for you,” you continued, following Mark as he got up from the table to take out his dirty dishes. He glowered at your persistence, wishing that he didn’t live with you for once.

This was becoming torturous.

“Stop it, now.”

“Guys love sex. Don’t they? You do. I know you do. I’ve heard you talking with Jackson when you think I’m not home. And I’ve heard—”

It felt odd to be the one who was fully exposed by this exchange, and as Mark held up a hand to silence you, a heated flush made its way up his neck to his face. “This is about more than sex, and you know it.”

“I’m done waiting!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. “Who in their right mind is a virgin at this age unless they’re waiting for marriage. I’m not even going to get married at this rate if no one will even touch me. Do you want me to die a spindled old hag with my chastity still intact?!”

“Lord,” Mark expelled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. “You aren’t old at twenty-nine. You won’t die a virgin. Someone will come along, and it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Says the guy who lost his when he was fifteen to Kelly in the cupboard under the stairs of her house during her birthday party,” you reminded, and a loud groan left him as he headed towards his bedroom.

“Please don’t talk about that. You don’t want that. I didn’t want that. I lasted like, twenty seconds. It was fucking embarrassing.”

“At least you got some. And still do. I’ve heard it through the walls over the years when you’re bedding a moaner.”

“I cannot have this conversation with you,” he complained, shaking his head as he slumped into his gaming chair. “There are boundaries, Y/N.”

“Since when? You know everything about me. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked, Mark. You know little about clothing when you’re exhausted.”

“Y/N,” he said your name again, a plea for this to be over. “I am not taking your virginity.”

“No one will,” you announced glumly, and he glanced at you, noting the real concern in your gaze. He frowned. You laughed bitterly. “You know, if I batted for the other team, I could have probably had Celia go down on—”

“WHOA!” Mark all but yelled, flashes of the blonde lesbian from downstairs and you getting tangled up in the sheets invading his mind. He didn’t want to think of anything like that. He felt a twitch in his pants despite his best efforts and groaned, slapping a hand over his face. “Please. I don’t want to talk about this a second longer. I’m sorry, Y/N. You’ll thank me for not doing this. You don’t want me to do this for you.”

“If there’s anyone in this world I trust completely with my body and soul, it’s you, Mark,” you admitted quietly before leaving his room, the door shutting with a click behind you.

Leaning back in his chair, Mark stared up at the ceiling until he was unseeing. You had no idea why he couldn’t do this one thing for you.

“What are you doing?”

You glanced away from the plastic cup you had picked up from the kitchen countertop and towards Mark, who had approached you. “What does it look like?”

“You don’t drink,” he pointed out, reaching for the cup. Keeping a hold on it, Mark cocked his head to the side at you. “Why are you going to tonight?”

“Leave her be, Mark,” Bam announced, grabbing a cup for himself. “It’s about time Y/N lets loose at one of your parties.”

“Let loose?” he repeated, his gaze snapping from his friend to you. “Are you letting loose tonight?”

“Sure. I mean, why not? It’s my house too. It’s not like I have to remain sober for anything, right?”

“You never drink at our parties,” he said, and you shrugged, taking a sip of the beer. You pulled a face before taking a larger gulp.

Mark didn’t like this. He didn’t like you breaking away from the norm, away from your rigid set of rules. You didn’t do things like this, and he respected that about you. Whilst you were happy to have lucid conversations and dance with his friends, you had always drawn the line at getting intoxicated. A flash of the topic from last week had him reaching for the cup again and finishing it off for you. “Mark!”

“No more. I mean it. Don’t do this,” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m thirty in a month. I’ve long lived away from my parents’ commands, Mark Tuan. There’s no way I’m allowing you to tell me what I can or can’t do either,” you announced, taking a different cup from the countertop, and draining it. Once done, you shot him a challenging stare. “Are you going to continue being an asshole to me, or can I get what I want my own way?”

“This isn’t—”

“Y/N!” Celia’s feminine tone infiltrated the moment, and Mark willed his gaze to the ceiling before any of the dreams he’d been having of late tempted to cloud his thoughts again. By the time he’d calmed the reaction down, you were already gone from his side, nursing yet another cup of beer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, clamping his eyes shut.

“What’s up your nose tonight?”

“Y/N’s going to do something really stupid. I can feel it, Jinyoung.”

“Stupid, how?” Jinyoung wondered, and Mark groaned again, fisting his hair tightly before shaking his head. “Want me to help keep an eye on her?”

Mark imagined you convincing Jinyoung into your bedroom and felt himself pale. “Don’t worry. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck do I know,” he muttered to himself exasperatedly, not letting you out of his sight for the next hour.

He had barely avoided getting tangled in Rue, one of his usual conquests at parties like these, and came up with a really lame excuse to Jackson when he noticed Mark hadn’t been drinking much all night. But you sure had, and it was clear that you were now beyond tipsy.

Striding across the room, Mark grabbed your upper arms firmly before your face planted into Yugyeom’s lap. He hated this tension more than anything, his wild thoughts causing him to go insane. “Y/N. Time for bed.”

“Bed?!” you crooned, shaking your head freely. You had let your hair down, and your shirt had been unbuttoned lower than usual. Even if Mark trusted his younger friend with you, Yugyeom couldn’t help but dart his eyes over the smooth expanse of skin you normally didn’t share with the world. Mark shot him a reproachful look as he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you back into his body. You were hot from all the alcohol and wiggled against him.

For fuck sake, he thought internally at his body’s instinctive reaction and tugged you away from the couch. “You’ve had enough of the party.”

“I get to decide that!” you told him, pointing a finger at the space before you instead of at him. When you realised you weren’t directing it at him, you swivelled around clumsily in his grip until you were able to see him. You grinned lazily. “So handsome. So annoying. Stupid buttface!”

“Definitely time for bed,” he reiterated, prodding you along to your room. “Come on, party’s over.”

“It’s over?! No!” you cried with true disappointment, your pouty lips tugging downwards. “I didn’t get a chance to—”

“Don’t you dare finish that,” Mark warned, throwing his hand over your mouth. He was strangely possessive of you right now, not wanting to hear or think of who you would choose from the people within the house tonight. He couldn’t let you do that with any of them, and the people here were the good kind. His closest friends, yours too. Everyone was safe and yet felt completely dangerous to Mark.

He wouldn’t let a single one of them touch you.

You started to gag with his hand against your mouth, and he quickly pulled away, your strength coming back to you as you raced down the hallway to the bathroom. You were uncaring that Youngjae and his wife were lost in one another when you flung the door open and cradled the porcelain bowl, the pair easing out of the room as Mark grimaced. Rubbing your back as the contents of your bad decisions came up, he sighed heavily.

He somehow felt at fault for all of this.

“I just wanted to try,” you moaned to no one in particular, shuddering with the aftereffects of throwing up. “I’m unwantable!”

“That’s not even a word,” he attempted to tease you, and you scowled at him after wiping your mouth clean with some toilet paper. He sighed again. “And it’s not something you should ever think about yourself.”

“No? Only people like you can say something like that.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” he wondered as you shrugged out of his comfort and got up off your knees. You washed your mouth out and then brushed your teeth, avoiding his gaze in the mirror before you both. “Are you saying—”

“Go back to your world, Mark. Your party. Your playthings. Your ability to get what you want when you want it. I’m going to bed before I do or say something I’ll never get to take back.”

It wasn’t the last time you attempted to drink at outings with your mutual friends. Mark noticed that you had a champagne flute in your hand and a suggestive smile on your face as Jaebum struck up a conversation with you at a work event three weeks later. Jaebum’s hand soon landed on your upper arm, and you angled yourself closer. Mark chugged back the flute of alcohol he held, feeling anger surge throughout him again. Just how often was he going to have to look out for you now?

“Maybe you need to just let it happen.”

Turning to Jinyoung at his side, Mark glowered. “What?”

“Y/N. Something is up between you two, and I’m starting to think I might know what that is. Let her do this.”

“Do this?” Mark wanted to pummel Jinyoung into the column they leaned against. His temper had always been something he walked a fine line with when he was passionate about something or someone. Jinyoung knew nothing, and yet when he squared his friend with a look, Mark realised the observant man was aware of a whole lot more than had been spoken of. It annoyed him further. “Like Jaebum is a good pick to let that happen with.”

“He’ll take care of her.”

“Next you’ll be telling me that you’ll do it too,” Mark gruffly muttered, and Jinyoung shrugged.

“Maybe you should. Y/N’s your best friend. She’ll feel most comfortable around you. Besides, there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

Mark stilled, staring at Jinyoung until his eyes hurt. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eyes, he lurched for another flute of champagne from the tray the server held. Downing it in one gulp, Mark looked back over at you and Jaebum.

He should just stay out of things. Hadn’t he told you that someone would come along? Jaebum was one of his closest friends. If he could trust him with his life, then Mark should trust him with yours too.

The alcohol roiled in his stomach, and he felt sick. Heading for the exit, Mark needed fresh air. He didn’t realise how hot and bothered he was until the chill of the evening consumed him, and he started to shake, fumbling with his phone to send you a message that he was going home.

A hand landed over his, and he turned to look at you. You smiled wryly. “Leaving so early?”

“I don’t feel good,” he admitted and watched as your face pinched with worry. He groaned. “I mean, I’m tired. You can go back in there and—”

“It’s okay, I’m done for the night too,” you replied, slinging your arm through his and smiling. “Let’s go home, shall we?”

By the time the Uber had dropped you both off, Mark was worse for wear. He was leaning against you more than he ought to, but somehow the small amount of alcohol mixed with his conflicting emotions had him more wasted than he had been in a while. He couldn’t fathom it, yet he appreciated your endeavour to keep you both upright during the elevator ride to your apartment and across the living space to the couch. Easing him down, you then placed your purse on the coffee table and walked away from him.

“I’ll get you a glass of water to help you out,” you announced from inside the kitchen, soon returning with the drink. He sipped at it weakly. Reaching for his forehead, you blinked repeatedly.

“What?”

“You’re feverish.”

“Huh. Maybe that’s why I feel like shit.”

“Come on, take off your coat,” you urged, but his arms felt like they wouldn’t comply. Mark looked at you helplessly, and you chuckled. “You’re always such a baby when you get ill. What would you do without me?”

“Not live,” he admitted, and you stilled for a moment, not catching his gaze before you continued with shedding his layers. You took the coat and suit jacket off him and draped them over the couch before loosening his tie and tugging his shirt free from his slacks. Mark eyed you warily whilst you rolled your own.

“I won’t take it off you, don’t worry. Your virtue is safe with me,” you teased, and Mark watched you through a haze of thoughts.

“Is yours?”

“Always intact, you know that. Long may I live until I’m old, grey, and ever virtuous.”

“Jaebum would have done it tonight. You know that.”

“Is that why you drank more champagne than usual?” you asked, and he blanched. You shook your head. “As if you’re the only one who watches the other. You hate champagne. It makes you sick. Now look at you.”

“It felt like a good idea at the time.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know,” he managed to answer, sipping more of the water. You waited for him to finish it before you pulled him to his feet, Mark slumping against you.

“Hold yourself up before we both fall!” you insisted, and with some assistance, you aided him to the bathroom, where you both got ready for bed. He tried to catch your eye several times whilst you brushed your teeth alongside him, but you were avoiding him again. It made him think back to the night of the party and that unfinished conversation.

Just what was going through your head?

“Reckon you can get yourself down to your room, big boy?” you asked once done, and Mark nodded, leaning down to brush his lips over your forehead. It was something he did often, but tonight, you both stiffened from the action.

Swallowing, Mark stepped back. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Night, Mark.”

You slipped away from him then, and he sighed heavily, staring at himself in the mirror until he got sick of his appearance. Slumping down the hallway to his room, he misjudged his step and banged into the wall hard.

“Fuck,” he whined, trying to pull himself back upright.

Your door clicked open, and you stepped out in your sleepwear, silently reaching out for his arm and guiding him to his room. Mark felt pathetic. You were always there for him. Every time. And when you had asked for one thing from him, he had taken the cowardly route.

That had to be the only reason why he was falling apart like this.

Shuffling over to his bed, you threw back the covers and eased him down into it, pulling the blankets up to his neck and smiling gently. “Get some rest, huh?”

“Stay.”

“What?”

Capturing your wrist in his hand, he trembled. “Stay with me?”

You brushed over his earnest look and attempted to giggle. “We’ve not had a sleepover since we were fifteen, Mark. And the last time we did that, you told me that sleeping with girls wasn’t the same thing anymore.”

“You’re not a girl to me.”

“I should hope not. I’m far too old to be a girl now,” you remarked sardonically, and Mark’s grip around your wrist tightened. You softened your expression. “You really want me to stay?”

“Mm. I don’t feel good.”

Placing a cool hand to his forehead again, you nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on you. Let me just get a chair—”

“No,” he cut in, tugging you over him. Your upper body connected with his, and he gasped at how good that felt.

You were awkward, though and quickly scrambled over him to the other side of the bed. “I’ll stay here,” you announced, getting under the covers and pulling them up to your chin. “Sleep well, Mark.”

Mark had always been a cuddler. He loved affection, and after sex, he was always happy to wake up with someone in his arms. But when the next morning arrived, Mark was stunned. He remembered back to when you were kids, you had always ended up in a tangled mess by the time a new day arrived, so this shouldn’t feel so new to him right now.

Yet, it did.

Your legs were coiled around his, your head nestled against one of his arms instead of the pillow. Your even breathing was fanning across his bare skin, and he had no recollection of when he’d lost his shirt, just that he had. In fact, he was only in his boxers, and a very hard part of him was pressed against you, making him swallow roughly. You were entirely flush against each other, and for the first time in years, Mark dared to take this at face value.

The reason he didn’t date anyone. The fact that he hadn’t thought twice about moving in with you when your roommate went overseas, even if the rent was cheaper at his old place. The way he didn’t feel right until he saw you each morning and kissed your forehead goodnight.

The real answer to your request the first time.

He didn’t want to take your virginity. He wanted to have all of you forever. Not just as your best friend, your comrade in this existence. As your man. As your husband, the father of your children, the one who saw you to that old age you kept referring to and told you how beautiful you were when he still made love to you until his body physically couldn’t.

Mark had loved you for years, but the weight of rejection had kept him silent. The worry of losing you spurred on the denial.

And now the risk of you being with someone else made him possessive and irritable. He couldn’t let you do this anymore. He needed to tell you the truth. Maybe with the knowledge, you’d be able to accept all of him too.

And that virginity issue you had? It’d be no longer a plaguing thought before your birthday.

It dawned on him then that you had given yourself a timeline. You’d never spoken about the lack of men in your life, aside from in jest. But these last few months, you had been more active in your attempts to date, to catch the eye of anyone. Had he somehow kept you on the low all these years whilst he bedded women to satiate his carnal urges? Mark had everything he needed in a relationship fulfilled by you except for the physical aspect.

Whilst you had nothing. Even your first kiss had been delayed for too long. Mark furrowed his brow. Who had been the one to kiss you?

“Y/N,” he murmured five minutes later, answerless and growing concerned. “Hey, wake up. I need to ask you something.”

“Why? I’m warm where I am.”

“You don’t have to move.” Mark would prefer if you stayed stock still right now actually.

Of course, your leg shifted further over his thigh, cinching your lower half into his. A moment later, your head was up, and your eyes were wide. “Oh, uh, well. This didn’t happen when we last had sleepovers, Mark.”

“It’s a part of my morning routine,” he managed to wince out as you tried to detangle yourself but only ended up somehow pressed into him further.

Right where he suddenly ached for you to stay.

Gripping your hips so you stopped moving, Mark expelled a heavy breath. “Who was your first kiss?”

“What?”

“Who did it?”

You stared at him incredulously. “This is what you woke me up for? Can I move, please? I need space before—”

His hips involuntarily moved in efforts to keep you still again, and you bit your lip, your hand on his bare chest curling up tightly.

Mark groaned. “Sorry, I just. Let me finish.”

“Whilst your dick is… there?!”

“It’s not like I can make it go down. Your body against mine was a surefire way for it to get that excited,” he told you, and you slapped his chest. “Ow!”

“Don’t talk like that to me!”

“Who was your first kiss?!”

“You were, you idiot. When we were five and—”

“I meant as an adult. You told me you’d kissed someone. Please tell me you have, and it’s not just your virginity I’ve kept hostage.”

You blushed, averting your eyes away from his. “It was someone.”

“Do I know this someone?”

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, and Mark clamped his eyes shut. Son of a bitch. Now it made sense why he knew things. “It was a very nice kiss. Well, kisses. But—”

“I don’t need the details, Y/N.”

“He didn’t make me feel anything,” you continued as if Mark hadn’t interrupted, and his eyes opened, staring at you widely. “Jinyoung admitted to having a crush on me for years. And I couldn’t… I didn’t feel the same for him.”

“What? This whole time, you could have done more with him, but you didn’t? If you were that—”

“He knows how I feel about you!” you blurted out, burying your face into Mark’s pillow immediately after.

“About me?” he asked distantly, blinking through the waves of confusion until they cleared, and he was staring at you differently. “Wait. That’s why you started to propose I take your virginity?”

“I’d tried everything else to get you to like me, but you’ve friend-zoned me so god damn hard, Mark. What was I meant to do?! Jinyoung insisted that you feel the same about me, but you’re like an immovable ox! I wasn’t sure you even could think of me the way I do you after trying so hard.”

Mark swore under his breath and rocked his hips into yours pointedly. “I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that I do.”

“No, that’s biology. As you said earlier, part of your morning routine and being wrapped up in a female body.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, shaking his head. “I’m in love with you.”

“No, you’re— Wh-what did you just say?”

“I’m in love with you. I have been for years,” he confessed, and you merely stared at him, dumbfounded. “I didn’t want to take your virginity away from you, I wanted to make love to you. That’s why I said no. Because if it was just sex for you but more for me, I’d lose you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of you being wrapped around someone else’s body when I’d had yours first.”

“You’re in love with me,” you breathed out, a startled laugh escaping you as your eyes grew clear again and stared at him. “You love me.”

“Always have.”

He blinked quickly when your mouth came over his, his eyes shutting as a groan shuddered through him. Mark wanted to savour this moment, yet it was too long overdue, and you were both excessively hungry. Hands touched where they hadn’t before, gasps left mouths, and moans filled the room. He was over you now, clothing removed, and foreheads pressed against the other.

“I want you to make love to me,” you whispered, running your hand down his torso to where he was throbbing for you.

Kissing you again and all the way down your body, Mark then rolled across the bed to his nightstand before returning with a foil package. He noticed you looked nervous.

“Hey. We can take this slow. Okay?”

“I don’t want slow, Mark. I’ve waited almost thirty years for this moment. I want all of you now.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, hurriedly putting the condom on and returning to where he’d been, his hand sinking between your thighs and drawing out more moans from you. “You’re so tight.”

“That’s the whole point to—”

“Don’t you dare snark me when I’m trying to hold myself back from hurting you. I need to do this first. Let me make this pleasurable for you.”

You gasped as he curled a finger inside you before adding a second. “Well, if you don’t hurry up, it’s going to be too much pleasure, and I won’t last.”

“Nuh-uh. You’ll learn that this is just the beginning,” he informed you smugly, looking between your bodies and letting out another string of profanity. This was more than he could ever imagine.

And when you dug your nails into his shoulders, with your head thrown back as your orgasm consumed you, Mark knew he’d have to work fast if he was going to make it inside of you before he joined you in sheer delirium. Removing his hand, he lined himself at your entrance and nudged it softly. Your gaze moved to his, and he held you there as he slid painstakingly slow into you, shifting his weight onto one bracing arm so he could touch your face.

Your brows were furrowed, and he smoothed them out before cupping your jaw. “Take a deep breath for me, baby. I won’t get in any further if you don’t relax.”

You seemed to unravel with the nickname, and the vice grip on him loosened enough that he was able to fill you to the hilt with mutual groans. There Mark waited for a moment, watching your expression for any discomfort. You shifted, and his mouth went dry from the feeling. “Holy shit.”

“Move Mark, please. I need you to move,” you pleaded and with a gentle kiss over your brow, he pitched himself half out before back in, a hiss leaving you as your hands came up to grip his biceps tightly. He set a rhythm, and you soon began to match it, your moans and the heady slap of skin driving him closer to release. His hips grew reckless with wanton need, and you seemed more appreciative than he had anticipated. The noises leaving you, sounds he had only ever imagined before, made him lose all control, and he came with your name on his lips, throaty and desperate.

He felt you clenching around him as he rode out the remaining high and watched as you came undone a second time for him, completely hazed from your orgasm.

Once he’d caught his breath, Mark rolled away from you and took care of the condom, returning with a warm cloth to help clean you up. You were boneless and sated, letting him do it for you as you gazed at him lovingly.

“I never said it.”

Placing the cloth on his nightstand, Mark nestled down beside you and pulled you into his arms. You came willingly, and he wanted to laugh and soak in this moment forever. “Said what?”

“You told me you loved me. I never told you that I love you back.”

Mark grinned, kissing your temple. “I’m pretty sure your body just told me how much you love me.”

“My body is so in love with you,” you agreed with a content sigh before pulling your head out of his embrace to stare at him. “I love you. It’s always been you for me.”

“It’s always going to be you for me too.”

“Took you long enough to realise that,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Mark gaped at you. “What? I had to ask you to deflower me before you even realised what you were missing out on.”

“Deflower?!” he choked out with a laugh, bundling you up closer to him, holding you tightly. “You’re not a flower.”

“What am I then?”

“My heart. And there’s no way I can survive without one. So be easy on me right now.”

“Don’t you think we’ve got a whole lot of time to catch up on right now?” you wondered, somehow regaining strength, sliding confidently over his waist and prodding him back into the mattress. Mark watched you curiously, hands loosely coming to rest on your hips.

“Aren’t you worried about being able to walk? Your body is going to be sore after today.”

“I know. But I have you to look after me, don’t I?”

Mark smiled, leaning up to kiss you tenderly. “Always.”

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mara-twins · 5 years

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It was late in the evening, with you just reading on the couch as you wait for your hair to dry (not one for blow drying it) while Mark plays with Milo.

"Babe, can I braid your hair?"

"That's random, do you even know how to braid hair?"

"Can you teach me? I kind of told Kylie and Layla I could braid their hair the next time I go home."

"Awe and worlds sweetest uncle goes to...Mark Tuan!!" You fake announce. Mark laughs, but softly kicks your knee.

"Okay, okay," you giggle before getting up to grab some of your left over twine. You come back to the couch with three strings all tied together at one end. You tell Mark to hold the knot and you explain how it goes. You took over playing with Milo. Mark being Mark caught onto the pattern rather quickly and after practicing for a good five minutes you moved the lesson to your hair.

"You can practice on my hair, but I'm not gonna keep it up because I need my hair to dry. " You move to the floor as he sat on the couch.

"Thanks, baby, for helping me," Mark says as he works towards the bottom of the braid. He reaches the end and ties the braid after kissing your head. You take a look in the mirror at his work and it wasn't bad for it being the first time.

"Did you want to learn different ways to braid now?"

"No thanks, my hands are cramping," he whines. You kiss his fingers before taking out the tie at the bottom, then massage them.

"Thanks again, baby, for helping me," he smiles while leaning his chin on the crown of his head.

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mydarlingtuan · 5 years

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could I ever make you mine | mark

♤ pairing: mark x reader

♤ genre: fluff, angst (actually, more like sorrow idk)

♤ word count: 1,745

♤ warnings: none

author’s note: based on the song “hey, princess” by allstar weekend, also i dedicate this to @p1ummie because without her encouragement and feedback from all of my questions this wouldn’t be here, and she made me promise to send her my first fic and this is the next best thing. ily.

Apparently, you’re supposed to have friends by the time you’re in high school.

At least this is what your mom always said. You ignored her though, because you were a sophomore and still, no friends. But who cared? The only thing that mattered to you was Mark Tuan. He was the only human aspect of school you looked forward to every day. You spent all of freshman year studying him. He intrigued you, but you were sure that he didn’t even know you existed.

That’s a lie. He knew you existed because he gives you that charming smile every time he catches you looking at him. It didn’t seem to freak him out that you were caught looking at him, staring, more or less, on a regular basis and that fascinated you. You were almost one hundred percent sure that he was only being nice, but you were wrong.

What you didn’t know was that Mark had always had feelings for you. Ever since freshman year, he admired you the same way that you admired him. You were all that mattered to him. You were his absolute favorite part of school. When you weren’t looking, he’d be staring at you, and the times he would catch you staring at him were the times he’d be beginning to stare at you. Mark knew everything about you, and he decided that today was going to be the day he finally spoke to you. A real conversation. He was expecting nothing more than an amiable friend-zoning, but it would be worth it either way.

Of course, Mark was unaware that you were planning on speaking to him for the first time, and it was his heavenly smile that gave you the courage. You looked behind you to see Mark sitting on the other bench across the schoolyard, reading. As you are packing up your books, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Startled, you abruptly turn around. Standing behind you was Mark, in all his distressed-jeaned glory smiling that beautiful smile that you adored.

“Hi,” he says as he sits next to you. “Y/N right?” “Yes,” you say with a smile back, “and you’re Mark,” “That’s me,” he says. The two of you sit in a silence that’s strangely comfortable. As Mark is looking upon the bustling schoolyard, you take him in, convinced that he has the most breathtaking side profile you have ever seen: perfect jaw line, slightly tanned skin, and soft brown hair you want to run your hands through.

You quickly turn your head forward as he faces you again, and when you look back at him, you see that he has the most beautiful brown eyes. Mark is no doubt unbelievably handsome, but if you don’t say something soon, he might up and leave.

“You have really pretty eyes,” you say. Mark looks surprised when you say this. “Honestly, you’re kind of making me nervous,” you laugh. “Oh,” Mark says, “I thought I was the only one that was nervous. I’ve never talked to such a pretty girl before.” You blush, “You think I’m pretty?” you ask. “Absolutely. Why so surprised?” Mark asks. “No one has ever told me that before. No one even talks to me,” you say. “You don’t seem to care.” Mark says, “Well, no, I don’t, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to now and then,” you say. “Well, now you do,” Mark says with a smile. You smile back and then whipping yourself back into reality, you stand up. Mark follows. “Well, I have to get home,” you say, “Already?” Mark says as if he genuinely enjoyed the conversation you two just had. “Yeah, I know, it was just getting juicy,” you say sarcastically, “but I want to get my homework finished.” Mark seems to hesitate before saying, “What if we do it together? I have homework too.” You are going absolutely insane on the inside because of course, you want to do your homework with Mark, but you try your best to keep a straight face. “We could go to the library,” you say, “Perfect,” Mark says. To your surprise, he zips up your bookbag and puts it on your back for you.

When you come to school the next day all you can do is smile. Mark may not, but you consider the two of you friends. Your new favorite class is Honors Geometry. Mark has always been the class, but since yesterday, he insisted on sitting in the back with you. Your eyes widen as you watch Mark sit in the desk beside yours. “Hi!” you say all too excitedly. “Hey, Y/N,” Mark says, “You don’t mind if I sit here do you?” “No, not at all,” you say. “Why do you sit in the back anyway? All the action is up front,” Mark says. “Exactly,” you say, “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of a loner. A proud one at that,” you pause, “That is, until you came along,” you smile. Mark seems to get anxious at your smile. “I was never a loner, but I never really clicked with any of the I people ever hung out with,” Mark says. “You seem different,” “How?” you ask. “Well for starters, you’re taking Honors Geometry.” You both laugh. “So are you! Don’t forget that!” you say, “Besides, I enjoy it more than I ever did now,” you say as you smile at Mark. “Me too,” he says with a smile back.

At lunch, Mark brings you to the school garden so that you guys can eat in a quieter setting. “So, tell me about yourself,” Mark says, “What do I have to do to unlock the mystery that is ‘Y/N’?” You laugh as you brush your hands together, “I don’t think you want to learn about me. I’m pretty boring,” you say. “You’re far from boring,” Mark says with a distant gaze. It’s almost as if he… likes you.

You blush at his remark and continue on as you look at your feet. ‘Well, I like school,” you say, “Actually, I like the academic part of school. The people part I can live without,” you say. “but, you want to know something, Mark?” Mark raises his eyebrows in curiosity. “There is always one person who I could never hate, and they make going to school the best thing in the world.” “You know, that’s amazing,” Mark says, “Because for me there is also someone who makes every day at this hell hole special. She seems not to know that I have feelings for her, which is strange because I think the average person would be a hell of a lot creeped out if they caught the same person staring at them every day,” Mark smiles to himself, “but I love it. Any day I get to see her beautiful eyes is a great one.”

“You sound like you really fell for her,” you say, jealousy and sadness making its way into your heart, “I just don’t know if she feels the same about me,” Mark says, seemingly peering into your soul. “You know, I’m exhausted!” you say, letting go of all patience you once had. “I-I just wish he knew.” you feel Mark watching you, and you begin to get emotional. “All of this time I’ve spent in the shadows, admiring him from a distance and learning about him, it all seems useless now! And… And I just feel powerless!” Mark looks heartbroken, “Why doesn’t he like me back?” you ask yourself, tears streaming down your face. You still feel Mark looking at you, “Y/N,” he says softly, “It’s you.” “What?” you say, wiping your tears, “I like... you. More than like,” Mark looks as if he’s trying to find his words,

“Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wished you were mine,” You begin to tear up again. “No one here seems to understand how beautiful of a person you are, inside and out,” Mark looks at you again, “I do,” he says sadly. “Mark,” you stand up, “Why do you look so upset?” Mark looks confused, “You’re the one I’ve had feelings for this whole time!” “Really?” he asks, a smile creeping onto his face as he stands up. “All of those you said,” Mark says, “You were talking about me?” “Yes! Yes, Mark!” you smile. You walk closer to Mark and wipe his tears with both of your hands, then cup his face with them. Looking into Mark’s eyes you say, “You’re the one I want.”

You feel Mark’s arms slip around your waist and he pulls you even closer, “I feel like I already know you.” he says. “You do,” you say.

“Can I kiss you?” Mark asks, “I was thinking the same thing,” you say. The kiss is everything you imagined it would be. You almost forget that you’re in the school garden and anyone can see you. Your and Mark’s lips part. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Mark says. You blush yet again, “If you keep this up I’m going to spontaneously combust,” you say, “Why so?” Mark asks, playing along, “Because I’m not used to being treated like this,” you say, “Well, I’ll take care of you,” Mark says. “I’ll make sure the whole world knows! With me around you’ll never feel unimportant.” You’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. Mark backs away slightly and slides his hands down your arms to hold your hands in his, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend, so that all of our stares will be with context?” Mark asks, “A billion times yes!” you say beaming.

You launch yourself back into Mark’s arms and wrap yours around his neck to give him a long-awaited embrace. You feel your feet part with the ground and realize Mark has begun to spin you around. Happy giggles escape your lips and Mark’s because of that. He puts you down but doesn’t cease to embrace you, “I’ll never be able to keep my eyes off of you,” you say, “That makes two of us,” Mark says. He kisses your nose and lets go of you to grab his things. “Off to class?” Mark says as he holds his hand out for you, “Off to class,” you say with a smile, interlacing your fingers with his.

Anything you can imagine will never compare to what it is actually like being with Mark Tuan.

It’s your kiss, hey princess.

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jj-ktae · 5 years

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· 23 · La Lettre - Prompt Game

Title : La Lettre (The Letter) Pairing : Mark Tuan x Reader Genre : AU, long distance, fluff, romance. Words : 1494 Prompts : N°3. “The prettiest place is a place with you in it”, N°36. “Stamps are expensive as shit, so you better write me back.” and N°56. “Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.”

AN: I hope you like it, anon! It’s short so I couldn’t go into details but this is how I inspired I got!

La Lettre

You don’t expect anything when you open your dorm’s door. Your day was shitty from start to finish. You’re no pessimist, but tripping on your own feet as you rushed to get to class announced an endless list of unfortunate events.

You were damn right.

It started with your wallet, left on your nightstand because you needed to sort it out the day before. It resulted in you not getting anything to eat today. Then it continued during your economy class, where you found yourself fighting with your blank sheet as a result of not being able to study the night before. The staring contest was a failure and the sheet won, still as blank as ever as it was grabbed by the teacher with an evil laugh.

Then it rained. You got wet.

The list could go on and go on and you’re seriously looking forward that evening of lamentation in front of a stupid television show.

But you find something on the floor.

You kneel to grab the envelope, creased because college has no time for gentleness. Your name is written with messy letters, hurried yet still somewhat pretty.

You know exactly where it’s from.

A delighted sigh leaves your mouth as you throw your bag on your bed. Taking off your clothes and changing into something more comfortable would only postpone what you know will instantly make you feel better.  The paper is plain. No drawings, no hearts, but you like it that way. You’re no epistolarian, yet you find delight into the meaning of words rather than ornamentation.

You stop breathing and the sender’s voice starts with the first syllable, like he is reading it for you spiritually.

Babe,

I’ve been trying hard to think of a good type of letter but well, my letter is as basic as me, in a way. You often say I speak too little and always answer to your messages awkwardly so I’m trying something else. I know we are apart, we’ve been a part for too long now and I find it hard not to take the first plane to hide into your dorm. I hope you know that I miss you a lot. We’re both busy, we spend hours studying and being frustrated and thinking it’s not worth the effort. We’re the same, both too perfectionist to settle for average. I always tell you you’re doing great yet you don’t believe me, while you tell me not to be too harsh on myself and I keep being depressed for not being a better person.

I honestly hope that you already know all the things I wrote in this letter. I don’t want it to be too sappy but I can help telling you that you’re a wonderful person. I find you amazing and a big inspiration to me, even though I should know that you think the same and you’ll probably call me once you read this to tell me you’re not that great.

Don’t. Don’t call me to scold me. You’re amazing and I love you. Instead, call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine. Tell me I did a good job because I already destroyed around twenty pieces of paper and I was supposed to start studying two hours ago.

I decided to be random. It’s something you like, something you find comfortable. Today is the beginning of winter and the third year apart from you. Today it’s been 254 days since I last saw you for real. Today I thought about you every single minute of the day and I don’t think I’ll ever stop counting things like a fool. Call me a fool but for me, right now, there’s no better place than this letter to trace the meaning behind my honest feelings.  I love you.

Ps : It’s short but it’s the first one. I’ll definitely get the hang of it. Also, I have a surprise for you, you’ll find out soon.

From Mark.

You laugh, the tears falling endlessly. It always happens, you always pour everything at the mention of his name or when you see his smiling face. You rub your cheeks violently; glad you didn’t stain the letter too much before putting it on your bed and taking your phone. He mentioned a surprise but knowing Mark, he must have sent another present that will probably arrive separately thanks to the university unique delivery system.

Mark answers right away, his voice hoarse because he must have been waiting for you to call before falling asleep.

You silence makes him speak, his tone playful. “I guess you received my letter.”

“I did, stupid.” You sniff, finding shelter into his sweet voice. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff. Did you send another gift? I received nothing yet.”

Mark hums, the shifting around him signalling he might be trying to find a better position on his own bed. “I’m not.” He chuckles, melting your worries instantly. “I just wanted to go for a change. It’s short but I thought you could keep it as a memory or read it whenever you feel down. Ah, it’s going to take forever again, I guess. You’ll see when you receive it, don’t you dare ask me again, babe.” He threatens, the playful tone evident in his voice.

“Mark, it’s a great letter.” You assure him, body now limp and aiming for your bed. “I’m surprised you didn’t use pink perfumed paper nor drew hearts everywhere.” You tease. “And I won’t ask again, party pooper.” You stick your tongue, even though you’re alone and no one can see you.

“Yeah? I could do that but then you’ll tease me and show it to our friends. I know you, dumbass.”

You laugh, sighing softly when Mark does the same. “I love you too. Thanks, my day was horrible and you made it end greatly. I don’t mind tripping on my own feet if it means I can get to read a letter from you.”

“Don’t break a leg or I’ll have to come and take care of you. I would, seriously.” Mark warns.

“Oh well, I could miss the stairs next time then…” You muse, “By the way, how’s winter there? I miss snow, it never snows here. It must be so pretty. Send me a picture of you in the snow with your next letter, Mark.” You sound like a kid but who cares? The warmth is perfect and delicious, just like your mind, eased by a gesture you never thought you’d enjoy this much.

He laughs, “I will. It’s pretty yeah, just like every year. I enjoy snow, but I don’t see myself playing in the snow all alone and the guys always end up ganging on me whenever we start playing like toddlers. You should know though, that the prettiest place is a place with you in it, babe.”

“You’re so smooth….I miss the boys, too.” You answer sadly, remembering how hard it was for you to get one friend for the past three years.

“It won’t last forever. We’ll find each other back soon, I promise. Now cheer up and ace those exams so you can get out of this hellhole.” Mark says, his voice now determined like he always does when you feel down.

“I failed today, but I can try.” You snort, earning the same sound from your boyfriend who yawns right after.

“That’s my girl. I’m exhausted. I hate Thursdays. I hate going to the gym with Jackson.” Mark whines and you know he is probably massaging his sore legs, right now.

“Go to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow during my lunch-break.”

It’s always the same schedule. You found a cycle, a routine in which you do the exact same things every week. Some nights are spent watching a movie together on the phone, lunch-breaks are for phone calls twice a week and Saturdays are the days off, the only moment you found to sleep the tiredness away. The rest is full of messages and cute pictures, exchanged unlimitedly.

“Goodnight babe, I love you.” Mark whispers like it’s a secret and you say the same thing back, your mouth sending kisses that echo in Mark’s ears loudly.

You hang up and get up to finally take a shower.

When you come back, you have one text message and hear a knock on the door.

You rush to your phone and open the message while readjusting your robe.

From Mark [10:35 p.m.] Stamps are expensive as shit, so you better write me back. Your surprise is on its way. Love you <3

You smile to yourself, cursing at probably another student who wants your notes and decided to come this late to ask for it.

You open your door with your phone in your hand and gasp.

“Forget about the stamp, pay your surprise back with kisses, instead.”

Mark is as handsome as ever.

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this-song-thats-only-for-you · 5 years

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Mistaken

Request: #6 Angst for @prettywordsyouleft – “Stop yelling and listen for a second.”

Pairing: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x reader

Genre: angst / fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, and I know I came for help so you’ve already read this, but I hope you can still enjoy it.

Word count: 951

You couldn’t bare to look at them anymore. Closing your laptop with a thud you moved from your position on the couch as you headed towards the kitchen. Pacing throughout your apartment your emotions started to rise once more. It couldn’t be true. He wouldn’t do that to you. All morning your phone had been going off with text messages from everyone you knew, informing you of your boyfriend’s latest escapades.

They didn’t know him like you did. How could they believe such pictures? You had tried your hardest to ignore it all but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. The pictures were far too convincing, his body language towards her all too compelling. You felt enraged, disappointed and betrayed, and nothing you did could calm the storm brewing within you. You had tried to remain level headed, wanting to wait it out until Mark arrived home, but the longer you waited, the harder it became to calm down.

Hearing the front door open, you changed direction and headed for the door, your arms crossed in front of you as you stared at him. Closing the door he turned towards you, the warm smile he had falling from his face as his eyes washed over you.

“Hey..”

“Who is she?”

“What? Who?” He looked at you in disbelief as he quickly made his way towards you, his arms reaching out to pull you into him. You flinched at his touch, stepping back abruptly to keep the distance between you. “Y/N, what’s going on?” his brown eyes full of hurt.

“Are you cheating on me?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I would never cheat on you.” He said as he moved towards you once more with no such luck.

“Then what are these?” your voice began to get louder as you pulled your phone from your back pocket, opening up the pictures of the two of them in a jewelry store laughing and sharing a warm embrace before shoving it in Mark’s face. Your hands were shaking as the rage swam through you, your heart beating louder in your chest with every breath.

He grabbed the phone from you then, his fingers scrolling through the copious amount of photos you’d been sent throughout the day.

“It’s nothing, Y/N.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me Mark.” You yelled again, the tears threatening to fall this time as the images of them hugging ran through your mind. His eyes gave away nothing, and it only made you angrier to see how little he seemed to be affected. Did he not care for you anymore? Is that why he went to her? Surely if he loved you like you thought he did he would be trying to fight for you?

“Do you not love me anymore Mark? Am I not enough for you?” Your voice cracked then, the yelling and the emotions getting the better of you. You stood there, your eyes pleading with his as your whole body shook. Before you knew it he had encompassed you in his arms, even though you tried to wriggle out from within his grasp he only pulled you closer to his chest and held on tighter.

“Stop yelling and listen for a second,” he whispered, you nodded softly for him to continue, your resolve to fight fading. Letting you go briefly, his hands moved to cup the sides of your face. “I love you Y/N. You are more than enough for me, maybe too much.” He confessed, his brown eyes connecting with yours to convey he meant every word. “The woman in those pictures is a staff member. She helps with outfit changes.”

“Then why do the two of you look so close? Are you like that with everyone you work with?”

He shook his head lightly. “No, not everyone, but she was helping me with something.”

“Helping you with what?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“A present for you.” Mark admitted smiling softly as he swept the loose strands of hair behind your ear.

You felt it then, a warm blush of color rushing to your cheeks. It was always the small genuine moments that made your heart flutter, even when you were upset with him, your body acting instinctively at his touch. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead Mark stepped back, his hand searching for something in his pant pocket. Within a few seconds, he removed what appeared to be a small velvet box. You gasped loudly as your eyes washed over the small item he held within his hands.

“I was going to give this to you later on, but now feels more fitting.”

“Wh-What is that?”

Mark chuckled at your reaction, his steps towards you now slower and more purposeful than before.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Y/N. I want you to know that there is no one else for me but you.”

He looked at you sincerely, his eyes appearing a shade warmer than they were before. You could see the love evident in them, and in the smile that spread across his face as he opened the box, pulling out a diamond pendant necklace.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you.” He proclaimed, leaning forward and placing the necklace securely around your neck. “Perfect.”

Your hand reached for it instantly, running it through your fingers softly.

“Thank you. I love it.” You stretched up and placed a tender kiss on his lips “I love you too. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

He pulled you into his embrace once more, his arms wrapping around your waist gently. “And I love you, but come to me if you’re upset. I hate seeing you this way, hmm?”

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Flip the Switch - Mark Tuan (NSFW)

A/N: Happy Mark Tuan Day! WARNING: Smut ahead! Gets a bit rough, but all done with love <3 If you’ve seen my Mark Tuan Kinky Headcanon, this was somewhat inspired by that.

Mark got home to find you snuggled on the sofa watching old GOT7 videos.

"Hey," you called out. "I missed you today, baby."

"That's nice to hear," he smiled, sitting beside you. "Is that why you are watching GOT7 music videos?"

"It's the next best thing to having you here," you confirmed.

He hummed softly before kissing your cheek, carefully working his way to your lips with little pecks. This kiss was slow and passionate as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You guided his head to kiss down your neck as your eyes returned to the Lullaby music video currently playing on the screen.

Suddenly, Mark pulled away.

"What?" he asked.

"What?" you echoed innocently.

"You were still watching the video, weren't you?"

"No," you retorted.

"Yes, you were"

"Ok, fine, just for a second, you know how much I love Yugeom's dance break."

You saw the change in his eyes at your comment.

"Really? So you weren't even watching me?"

You simply shrugged, knowing exactly where this was going. Mark instantly shut off the TV and pulled off of you.

"Strip," he demanded, sitting back on the sofa.

You did your best to hide the smile on your face as you stood. You hadn't planned on bringing out this side of Mark, but now that he was here, you definitely weren't going to complain about it. You were slow and teasing in the way you undressed, putting on a show for him. It was noticeable just how much Mark was enjoying the show you were putting on as he slowly reached down and released himself from his trousers as he watched.

Once you were completely naked, he beckoned you towards him.

"Kneel," he told you and you did as you were told.

He didn't need to prompt you any further as you eagerly took him in your mouth. Winding his fingers in your hair, Mark took control, moving you at a pace that suited him. You did your best to hollow your cheeks as he pulled you back and swirl your tongue to increase the sensations. It was very clear that right now, Mark's pleasure was all that mattered.

As his hips started to thrust and you heard his soft moans, you knew he was close. Having done this enough times before, you knew exactly how to push your boyfriend over the edge, moaning around him and letting the vibrations do the work.

"You're going to swallow, aren't you?" he managed to say in a deep voice, as he continued his movements.

You knew this wasn't really a question, but a demand, and as you felt his release, you were careful to swallow every last drop. He held your head in place until he started to come down, pulling you off suddenly, making you lose your balance slightly.

Still kneeling in front of him, you simply awaited your next command.

Wordlessly, he stood taking your wrist in his hand and dragging you through to the bedroom. With his grip on your arm, he led you straight to the bed, and you simply laid down, waiting to see what else he had in store for you.

"All for me," he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Hooking his arms under your legs, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees and teasingly kissing his way up your thighs.

"Who makes you feel this good, Princess?" he asked, as he brought his fingers to you, feeling how wet you already were.

"You, Mark," you whimpered. "Only you."

He sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your thigh, his fingers contrastingly gentle as they danced about your sensitive skin everywhere but the place you needed him.

"Please," you whined, trying to move your hips to place his fingers where you wanted them.

"Are you going to stay still, or do I need to restrain you?" he asked as he removed all contact with you.

With a sigh, you scowled down at him, but stopped moving.

Once he was satisfied that you were still enough, his lips were on you immediately. You grabbed the bedsheets to try and steady yourself, knowing you would only suffer if you started moving. Mark let his tongue roam, as his fingers came to work against you too. Your breaths became quicker and quicker as you felt your orgasm building. You let out a small whine, and he pulled away as suddenly as he had started.

"Mark..." you complained at the orgasm he had snatched away from you.

"Oh, princess, you can't come yet, we've only just started," he said, waiting for you to calm down, before starting again.

Three times he brought you to the edge of bliss and three times he stole it away at the last moment. You were now an almost crying mess beneath him and you knew he was loving it. You also knew that the best way to get him on side was to use his name. A lot.

"Mark, please," you cried. "I need you. Mark, I need you so bad, please."

"Oh yeah?" he prompted you to continue, reaching into the bedside drawers.

"Yes, please, Mark you're the only one who can pleasure me like this, please."

Watching his hand retreat from the drawer, you spotted the condom wrapper, relieved that you might now get the release you craved. You shuffled back up the bed, holding firmly onto the headboard to keep you grounded.

As he lined himself up at your entrance, he whispered his last instruction.

"If you don't come before I do, you don't come at all."

His raspy voice sent shivers down your spine as you felt the stretch of him slowly entering you. One of your hands came down to grip his hair, while the other stayed tight against the headboard, as your boyfriend began to thrust relentlessly into you. He kept a steady pace as his hips roughly met yours and you knew you weren't going to last long. With all of his teasing and edging, you were ready burst almost as soon as he entered you.

Along with small moans, you began to chant his name as, at long last, an orgasm washed over you. Your hand in his hair tightened as you clenched around him and he quickly followed you, releasing into the condom.

Mark kept up a few lazy strokes of his hips before he stilled inside you, resting on his forearms with his forehead on the pillow beside you. The hand that had been gripping his hair now started to massage his scalp as in return he placed soft, light kisses up the side of your neck, as far as he could reach with minimal effort.

Eventually, he pulled out and rolled away to lie next to you, rather than on you.

"Are you ok?" he asked, still panting slightly.

"Definitely," you said with a happy hum.

"I was really watching those videos for you, you know?" you assured him after a slight pause. "I'd never look twice at the others when I have the best member right here."

"I know," he mutters, "But you know just how to wind me up."

"Maybe I enjoy what happens when I tease you."

"I hope so, because I know I do."

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oshbluepacific · 3 years

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Clueless

Type: Slight Smut/Angst

Character: Mark Tuan x Reader

Words Counted: 5K6+

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You took a sip of that red wine that you just poured generously for you before you cloud gently place your glass back onto the kitchen island. You spun the bottle with your hand, debating on pouring yourself another glass before doing so. You took another swing of it before placing the glass back and feeling your stomach gets warm. You looked up from the marble tops to your surrounding and you felt the room was already spinning.

You placed the bottle back into the fridge before you could place the empty glass into the sink and walked towards the couch. You throw yourself onto the couch as you let out a heavy sigh. Staring at the white ceiling of your apartment before covering your face with the palms of your hand.

You didn’t know what to feel—to be exact; you don’t quiet know what are you feeling right now. You feel like you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to smash something, you wanted to punch someone, you wanted to get mad, you wanted to laugh—you were feeling everything, and it felt too much for you.

You felt like you’ve just been walking in circle, falling for the same type of guys every now and then. And then eventually… getting hurt the same way over and over again. You felt like you’ve been traumatized to ever open yourself to someone, you felt like you don’t need a steady relationship just yet. All you need right now is to find yourself and be happy with yourself.

But, you felt like everytime you’re ready to move past everything, there’s always that little something that reminded you of him. It feels like everywhere you go, you’re just getting yourself haunted by his ghost. Even when you know hewon’t be in a place, you’re just so afraid to cross paths with each other in public.

You met him about a year ago, when your bestfriend, BamBam, introduce you to his group friends. You just moved into the city and BamBam thought it would be great if he’d introduce you to his friend group.

“Mark.” He introduced himself to you and you smiled. He was cute. He was wearing a baggy black t-shirt tucked nicely into his black jeans.

“(Y/N), you smiled, introducing yourself before moving to the others. BamBam of course, was always an outgoing and cheerful whenever he’s around you. It was actually Jaebum’s idea to take you around the town and treated everyone for dinner. Jaebum insisted on paying, but then you negotiate with him to split the bill, and he finally gave in and thanked you. Apparently right after dinner, they were all called for a meeting and had to get back to the agency.

“I’ll drive her… if that’s okay with you, Bam.” Mark volunteered taking a step closer to you.

BamBam nodded his head to the oldest member of the group, “Yeah, of course! Thank you for taking her mark, (Y/N), trust me, you’re in good hands.” BamBam said and you just laughed.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You asked Mark as you parted ways with the others.

“Nah, I’m always on time… fashionably late.” Mark winked to you and you just rolled your eyes.

You got to know Mark better as you were on your way to your apartment. He told you about how he first got here, and he was struggling to even order his own food, causing you to laugh and he shared his most funny story with the others. When you reached the apartment, you both exchanged phone numbers before he could tell you goodnight and sped off to his agency.

The second time you both met, was when you just got off from work and he texted if he could pick you up and take you out for a dinner. You gladly accepted his invitation and you both truly did have an amazing time. You didn’t tell BamBam that you’ve been going out with Mark untilhe finally asked you out for the third time. BamBam was surprised, yet excited to hear it.

“I thought you’re off from the relationship train for a while?” BamBam asked, as you lay your stomach on the bed.

“I know… I don’t want a relationship.” You told him, “But let’s just see where this one goes.” You told him before you could hear him sigh.

“You’re only getting yourself hurt…” He scolded.

“Let’s hope this one sticks.”

And it did stick for a couple of months. And then one night, right after dinner at your place you asked if he wanted to stay for a little longer and watch a movie together. He agreed on your idea and you both snuggled up on the couch together. The movie you were watching was Crazy Rich Asian, and whenever Rachel and Nick kisses, you felt the urge to turn your head to him and kiss him. And surely, that moment came. When the wedding ceremony part of the movie came, you caught Mark already staring at you and you could feel your face all red. You hide your face on Mark’s shoulder but to only looking back at him adoringly. You felt yourself leaning your face closely towards him as his face was getting closer to you. the next thing you knew, he had his lips on you and it turned into a heated make out session on the couch. You parted your lips from him as his eyes didn’t left yours and he followed you as you lay down on the couch and he was hovering on top of you. Things took and amazing turn that night. Mark was the first person you’d ever let do anything to you. But he was so gentle and so careful with what he did, and you thought that he might ask you to be his girlfriend right after it. But no.

It took a horrible turn.

After that night, you haven’t heard from him anymore. He didn’t text, nor even call you. You were still thinking on the positive side—that maybe he’s busy, and he got into trouble and he kept communicating with you to a minimum. You started to overthink everything when BamBam is texting you just fine. You started to think that maybe he is avoiding you, maybe he didn’t want to see you? Maybe he got what he already wanted. And that was to sleep with you.

The week after, you were starting to lose it. You felt terrible about yourself, you felt disgusted with yourself. BamBam, as your bestfriend noticed that something was wrong with you, but you kept it all to yourself. He seemed to noticed Mark acting so weird with him as well, but he didn’t want to push either both of you because he felt it’s none of his business. But he finally break your silence and you told him what happened. You cried when you told him because you felt enough amount of wight has been lifted upon you. He told yout hat he wanted to pick a fight with Mark, but you told him no, you don’t want Mark to know that he knows. So with a heavy heart, BamBam promise not to kill Mark without your permission.

For the last week, BamBam had been there for you, to cheer you up, and he avoid any work topic that involved mark in it. Even when he didn’t bring it up, you would sometimes still ask for him. But BamBam didn’t give in. you would still cry now and then but, you still have BamBam who is ready to cheer you up whenever.

“Bam, I can’t come over tonight…” You groaned on the phone, leaning on the table with your arm. You were currently still in your office, trying to catch up with the deadlines and paperwork.

“Why not? The guys were looking forward on having you here!” BamBam told you, and you looked at the clock that was sitting beside your computer screen.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry… It’s just that…” You looked around, making sure that no one could hear you. “My boss was suddenly in rage, and he fired one of my supervisors, so I had to cover all of her work per today!” You told him.

“Really? Wow, that’s a total bummer…”

“But hey, if I do get off early, I’ll drop by.” You told him.

“Okay… just let me know if you’re going to be here.”

“Alright… Talk to you later Bam.” You said before you could hang up the phone and grind yourself back to work.

“(Y/N)! Glad you could make it!” Jinyoung said happily, as he gave you a warm hug.

“I’m sorry I’m so, very late… there was a bunch of paperwork I had to do and—”

“(Y/N), in this gathering,” Jinyoung cuts in, “we don’t speak of work—we speak of food and fun.” Jinyoung smile as he puts his arm around you. When you walked into the room, you noticed how there were more people than you’ve expected. On in particular, you expect to be there very much. Sitting on the couch, talking to a dolled up girl next to him, before she could burt into laughter on something he had said. You felt your heart had been stabbed a couple of times, and the lump in your throat thickens. It was Mark.

You were once in her position. Once. You were once that laugh at his jokes and all of his funny stories as you both enjoy a good wine right after work. Did he pick her up too like he usually does when you’re working? Or does he invite her to a dinner date right after that? You felt like you wanted to turn your heels and go, but then—

“(Y/N)! I thought you couldn’t make it?” BamBam suddenly burst out of nowhere with Youngjae. And somehow you saw how fast Mark’s head turned to you before you caught his eyes and turn to BamBam again.

“I told you if I could, I would.” You tried to smile to him.

“Well you’re in luck, there’s still some grilled meat left! Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” BamBam pulled you from Jinyoung to the where the food was as Jinyoung followed behind. BamBam asked how was work, before Jinyoung gave him the glare.

“Bam, you know better to not talk about work!” He said, and BamBam raised both of his hands.

“She was having a hard time at work, I had to ask.” BamBam explained and you raised your hand, pausing the conversation as you took a sip of your coke.

You explained what had happened at work to Jinyoung and BamBam, and how your supervisor just got fired and how it went down.

“I mean—for real, it was just… nasty, and how my boss chose me was just tense.” You raked your hair back before you could tie it up into a mess bun.

“He just picked you, like that? No need for qualification interview?” BamBam asked, and you turned to him with your eyebrow raised.

“Are you saying, (Y/N) is not qualified to be the next supervisor?”

“No, don’t say that! You’ll jinx it!” You quickly turned to Jinyoung, and you could see the wide smile on his face.

“So you don’t want tha position?” Jinyoung asked you and you shook yoru head.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want the position, it’s just that… it’s all of a sudden you know, like, I don’t even know if I am qualified for it, or even If I’m ready for a higher position.” You told him.

As you were speaking with Jinyoung and BamBam, one individual came in and sat beside you. BamBam expression tensed and Mark sat beside you comfortably.

“What’s the topic?” He asked, takinga swig of the beer.

“We’re just talking about work.” You answered with a smile to him, before quickly turning away.

None of you talked right after, you took a sip of your beer before you could finish the whole glass.

“Whoa, slow down with the drinks there.” Jinyoung told you, and you just shook yoru head.

“Well, can I have another glass before I have to face reality?” You asked, pushing the glass towards BamBam for another round.

Everything went smoothly the whole night. BamBam stayed by your side as you tried to ignore Mark’s presence everywhere you go. You actually enjoy the gathering and met a lot of other different people, and you completely forget about work. Everytime you started to talk about work, Jinyoung would stop you and changed the subject into something more fun. You moved the conversation to the couch. You looked at the time, and you didn’t’ realize that it was almost past midnight.

“Oh, shit, I better get going.” You said, finishing your beer before getting up from the couch.

“Are you sure you can get home by yourself?” BamBam asked, standing up fromt eh couch as if he’s ready to drive you home before you quickly nod your head.

“Yes, I can get home on my own.” You smiled at him.

You said your goodbyes to most of them, and you just gave Mark a small smile and a wave before you could leave the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” You heard Mark’s voice behind you as you were outside the building.

He stood just right below the spotlight, making him look dashing in his black shirt and pants.

“What?” You asked, trying to act so natural, with all the beer flowing in your system.

“Let me take you home.” He said.

“Why? I can drive by myself just fine.” You told him, as you raised your eyebrow. “I just had a couple of beer—I’m not drunk.” You pointed out, and you saw how nervous he was.

“I wanted to walk to you.” He said.

You closed your eyes, raising both of your hands in the air as you shook your head. “I don’t want to hear it now.” You turned your heels and walked towards your car.

“(Y/N)—” He grabbed your hand but you instantly pulled it away from him.

“DON’T’!” You snapped, raising your pointy finger to him.

You felt your eyes starting to burn before it’s welled up with your own tears.

“Don’t touch me… ever, Mark.” Your tears started to stream down and you couls see the hurt expression on his face, when really ,you’re just confused on why he’s the one that is hurting.

You walked towards your car before getting yourself in, and slamming the door shut and started the engine. Your tire screech against the asphalt. When you drove far away fom the house enough, you slowed down and you pulled the car to the side before you broke down, crying. You didn’t know what hurts you’re the most; seeing Mark for the first time since that night, or that Mark was acting as if nothing had happened between you two.

Once you calmed yourself down, you wiped the tears away from your face, just as you saw your phone lights up on the passenger seat.

Double B

Hey, did you get home just yet?

Mark wanted to chase you down but I quickly stopped him and I confronted him

If he calls you or text you please let me know!!!

I’m sorry that I blurted out some of the things you told me.

As you read it, you couldn’t even get mad at him. You sniffed as you wrote him a quick text, replying to him.

I’m on the side of the road, I couldn’t drive

But I’ll let you know when I’m back

It’s okay, at this point I don’t care if he knows too

You placed your phone back onto the passenger side before leaning your forehead against the steering wheel. You let out a sigh, feeling the sense of calm washing over you before you tilt your head up, focusing your eyes on the road again.

“Let’s go home… let’s go home.” You said to yourself, as you pulled your car from the side of the road, looking from side to side before speeding up back to your place.

“Excellent presentation (Y/N)! I knew it wasn’t a mistake to choose you!” He exclaimed, patting you on the back. You smiled at him before you lightly bowed your head.

“Thank you, I just hope it come through…” You chimed and he lets out a loud laugh.

“Oh, trust me, it’s going to come through! You did the best!” He smiled as he fixed the suit he was wearing.

“Why don’t you join me for dinner tonight? I’m sure Mr. Choi would love to speak about your presentation further.” He smiled.

“I would love to sir, but unfortunately I still have so much things to catch up to… Maybe I can join the next dinner.” You politlely decline and you couls see the soft from on his face.

“Ah, it’s okay! I’m sorry that I had to pick you as a supervisor so sudden, but I can see now that you’re capable of it.” He said, But I would be looking forward on having dinner with you, and we can discuss about the future plans for out company.” He smiled and you just smiled back at him.

“I’ll be seeing you soon (Y/N)!” He waved as he walked away towards the elevator and you walked towards your office.

“(Y/N)!” You heard one of you co-worker called out for you.

“Yeah?” You turned to see him carrying multiple files and clipped together papers.

He handed you half of them to you with a grin on his face.

“These just came in, and it doesn’t have to be done by 2 weeks.”

You gave him a sarcastic face and he just chuckled.

“Come on, you’re good with this… you’re probably the most improved one this year.” He winked, walking past you.

“Was that a compliment?” You turn to look at him, as he continued to walk.

“If it was a compliment, you’d be smiling right now!” He said, waving his hand up and you just giggled. You looked down to the piles of paper in your hand before shaking your head as you made your way towards your office.

Hours have gone by and you didn’t realize that it was time to get back home. You shut your laptop off before you could slip it into your bag and put away some papers and files into their places. You brought some of the work that has the closest deadlines with you, and decided to work on it at home. When you waked out from your office, most of your friends were getting ready to head home too. You said thank you and wave a goodbye to them before heading off towards the elevator to the parking lot.

Since you didn’t cook, you stopped by to a food chain restaurant to get yourself some food for dinner and probably tomorrow morning. As you got back to your apartment, you carry your bag, the food that you just bought, and the paperwork you’ve brought home with your two hands—and you were struggling with it. When you got into the elevator, you placed everything on the floor so that you could carry everything comfortably just before the elevator door opens to your floor. You stepped out from the elevator, surprised to see someone standing in front of your apartment door. The sound of your heels tapping against the marble floor made the figure turn his face to you and you could feel your stopped at your tracks as you saw his face.

He was wearing a black shirt with blue, navy pants that matches the color of the suit that’s hanging on his shoulder. His dirt blond hair was a bit of a mess, but that’s what makes him so attractive.

“Mark… what are you doing here?” You asked. You wanted to give him the cold shoulder but you were too tired to even act up.

“I came to see you.” He answered you, his voice low, as if he’s tired as well. When he noticed the amount of stuff you were carrying, he scurried himself close to you and took most of the heavy stuff from you and you didn’t even bother to stop him.

You walked past him, fumbling through your keys before you could unlock the door and stepped inside the apartment. You kicked your heels off feeling your feet cold against the wooden floor and relaxing. You placed the food you just bought onto the table before pulling the chair and taking a seat. Mark went towards the couch placing your bag and the papaerwork you’ve brought home on the coffee table and placed his suit on the couch before he could join you to sit on the dining chair.

“Have you eaten?” You asked him and he lets out a heavy sigh as he shook his head.

“I just finished shooting for a show, I didn’t have time to eat.” He said, “The guys are getting a meal right now though.” He added.

“Why didn’t you join them?” You asked, getting yourself up from the chair, picking up a few plates and bowl before setting them on the table.

“Before the shoot, BamBam pulled me aside and he talked to me.” He said, and you froze in place. “He talked about you.”

“Oh.” You managed to say as you took two glasses out from the cabinet and filled it with cold water.

You handed one glass to Mark before you could take a seat and sipped on your water.

“What did he say?” You asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders, biting his bottom lip.

“He just talked about you.” He said, clearing this throat, shifting his position on the chair.

“Well that’s Bam, if he can’t keep it, he’ll confront.” You said, taking the food container one by one before opening each one of them, revealing mouth-watering, savory foods.

“And you came all the way here to talk to me?” You asked him, your eyes, looking at his and Mark let out a sigh before he nodded his head.

“Well, I won’t talk until I get food into my stomach, so let’s eat up.” You said, handing him a chopstick.

Once you finished eating, you leaned your back against the wooden chair as you gulped down the ice water.

“Are you done?” You asked, before you could stand up from the chair.

Mark nodded his head and you picked up the empty plates from the table before placing it intot the sink. You put away the leftovers and cleaned the table as Mark walked towards the living area and he answered a call.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m here… No, I won’t…” Mark looked over his shoulder to look and you and you noticed his eyes. He gave you a firm smile before he pointed towards the balcony, as if asking for you permission. You nodded your head before he headed out. As you washed the dishes, you watched him through the glass window, talking to someone on the phone what seems like a serious matter. He looked frustrated, but despite it, he didn’t’ raise his voice and still try to remain calm.

You finished washing the dishes just in time when Mark stepped back in.

“Everything okay?” You asked, walking to turn the heater up.

“Yeah, everything is okay…” He answered, plopping himself down the couch, “For now.” He sighed, leaning back against the couch and you slumped beside him.

“You aren’t supposed to be here, are you?” You asked him.

“I’m not supposed to be anywhere near you.” He sarcastically said, in a sad tone as he looked to you, and you felt like a needle was just being pushed into your heart deeper. “I’m not supposed to be here, nor anywhere near you because Bam said so. he called asking, if I’m at your place, and he was mad at me.” He explained and you stayed silent.

As he said it, the phone on your coffee table started to ring. And you could see the name Double Bon the screen. Mark’s eyes were on your phone as well. You picked your phone up but you still stare at the screen.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Mark asked, and you did before you get up from the couch and proceed to your bedroom.

“Hello?” You answered your call.

“(Y/N)! Mark told me he’s at your place—why did you let him in?” BamBam quickly asked and you closed your eyes ad you massaged your temples with your finger.

“He was already here when I arrived from work, I’m not just going to start throwing tantrums at him.” You argued.

“Do you need me to come over and talk to him?” He asked.

“No! you don’t need to come down, I’ll talk to him myself, and after all, maybe I can get closure from here.” You told him, and BamBam let out a sigh.

“Alright… But if he does anything funny or say anything mean, I will—”

“I know, you’ll be here in a nanosecond, I know…” You smiled.

You heard him sigh on the other side of the line, “Well alright, I’ll let you two be then.” He added. You said your goodbye before hanging up the phone and walked back towards the living room. Mark eyed you as you entered the room and you sat back on the couch, placing your phone back onto the coffee table. Mark was looking at you, as if he was waiting for you to tell him what did BamBam talked to you about.

“He was just asking if I were okay.” You told him, and Mark nodded his head in understanding.

“I understand he’s worried… did he ask if he needed to come over?” He asked, and you turned your head to him, your expression gave the question you didn’t ask.

Mark smiled and leaned his head back. “I know him, (Y/N), and I know you well enough to the point where if you’re nervous or if you’re feeling under the weather, he would call and ask if you’d want him to come over.” He explained, and you stayed silent.

Because what he said was true.

“You came here to talk to me, there’s no need for a third person… what did you want to talk about?” You asked him.

He stared out the window for brief second, before he groaned as he got up from the couch and stood in front of you. You felt confused but you stood up anyway to get to his eye level before he wrapped his arms around you. You were surprised at first, and you didn’t even move your arms until the next couple of seconds. You placed your hand on his back as you closed your eyes. Feeling your body relaxed into his, leaning your cheek against his shoulder before you could wrap your arms around his stomach.

“I know I fucked up, and there is no you can forgive me too easily, but I’m really sorry (Y/N)…” Mark whispered before you pressed your lips together tightly to fight the tears from falling.

“Right after that night I was about to call you, but things took a turn and it all got complicated.” Mark started. You pulled your face away to look at Mark, but he dropped his face down, looking at the floor.

“I know you’re pissed. I know that I’ve hurt you by my actions—and I can’t do anything to make it better—"

“Then talk to me.” You cut him in, and he looked up into his eyes.

“Talk to me, make it make sense—in all this.” You told him, placing your hands on his face. “There’s not a single day has passed, thinking that… it was all my fault.” You told him, and you could see the pure guilt on his face. “I thought I did something wrong, or I’ve said something wrong, or maybe—that night wasn’t supposed to happen—” “No, no, please…” Mark shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry that I made you think that way—but it’s not, it’s not your fault, I wanted to come back to you, but I didn’t want anything to hurt you, and I realized that by not coming back, that makes me the one that’s hurting you.” He explained.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

Mark let out a sigh, before he then walked closer to the window. He pulled his phone out form his pocket before scrolling through it and gave it to you. On the screen was an article about you and Mark. The photo was taken from your private, social media account and you read through the article, how it slanders your name, and how it tells that you and Mark were having a forbidden, friends with benefit relationship.

“Mark, tell me this isn’t published.” You told him, and he shook his head.

“It’s not, not yet at least…” the following answer made your heart drop.

“When I got back from your place, my ex was at my doorstep, she asked about where I was, I told her that I was at a friend’s place, and she started screaming things and I didn’t know what she was screaming about. And then she started to accuse me of cheating, when really, we were already broken off. And then somewhere along the lines, I told her that it was none of her business who I was with and that I met someone that I like and I held close so dearly.” Mark explained, and you felt your heart skipped a beat and been stabbed with a knife at the same time.

“And then what happened?” You asked, your voice sounded so small, you weren’t sure if he heard you.

“She stormed from my house and I dozed off the rest of the day before I was woken up by her blowing up my phones with texts. She found out about you, and I panicked! She worked in publication, that’s why she was able to make articles like that.”

“I didn’t know what to do, all I could think of was protecting you, I didn’t want to drag you into this mess. I want to tell my team, but I know it would just cause more publications and media circus, I wanted to tell you, but I know that would mean throwing you into this mess and I know you’d avoid me right away… And I don’t want you to walk away from me, I want you, I want to stay with you.”

“But I know everything I do would only get worse, so I decided to cut all communications with you, and her even the rest of the boys. I just told the guys that I was feeling under the weather at the time, and Jaebum kept scolding me to answer his texts. I scrolled through your text, I wanted to call and answer every single one of it. But I just want to make sure that everything is safe first.”

“How did you get out of it?” You asked him again.

“My ex, came back to my apartment a few days after, with her smile but I wasn’t having it, so I kicked her out, and she threatened to publish the article, and I was on the edge of my seat at that point, I didn’t care what she wanted to do, because whatever it is, it still wouldn’t make me love her even more, and it still wouldn’t change how I feel about you.” He was now standing on his ground, feet touching each other as you didn’t know how to feel about his explanation.

He could be lying, this could be his get-out-of-jail kind of card. This could be his excuse to just avoid your tantrums. But deep down you wanted to believe him.

“I don’t know what to believe…” You whispered, just before he took your hand and placed it on his chest where his heart is.

“You don’t have to believe me the first time I tell you… but I’m never lying to you. I love you, I don’t want anything to hurt you—especially if I’m the one that causing you to hurt.” He started.

“And I know that I’ve hurt you, I’ve been walking feeling guilty about it, everyday. When you came to that party, two nights ago, I knew that I couldn’t stand not being with you anymore. I just had to talk. I wasn’t surprise at how you reacted when I chased you down, I know you’re disgusted by me, as I was myself. When you drove away that fast, I just couldn’t let you get home in that condition.”

You looked deep into his eyes, and you knew he wasn’t even lying about it. He followed you home?

“I followed you home, just to make sure you made it safely.” He answered the question you had in mind.

“Creep.” You joked, a small smile appeared in both of you.

“I know, but I just want to make sure you were alright with that alcohol level in your system.” He chuckled, his hands cupping your face.

“I love you, and I will do whatever it takes to make you believe that I do.” Mark repeated and you chuckled as he wiped the tear that escaped your eye and you just smiled.

“Okay?”

“Okay…” You answered, nodding yoru head before you could wrap your arms around his neck. you felt his arms around your waist and you felt as if your whole body just melt into his. You felt his lips planted on your shoulder before his lips moved to the side of your head.

“I won’t make you regret it, I promise.”

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monnn · 2 years

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𝓢𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓑𝓞𝓓𝓨 // 𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓑

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘉 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 - 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯? (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ)

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 1.2𝘬

All the playful teasing tonight had been paying off, for the both of you. Secret touches, dirty little whispers here and there throughout dinner with the boys. Hands on each other’s thighs, reaching up and in rarely – one would consider it quite dicey, yet it’d been intoxicating. Sooner or later, you guys were home and fatigued. Tired yet famished as fuck. Walking past the main door, sly smirks shot at each other, the little game of touch and starve still on. Huffing, Jaebeom sits on the couch, his legs perfectly spread and the marvelous view of his thighs. And quite inviting, of course. It was as if he were an open book to read that you took a seat, while he was thinking of you straddling his lap. You’re on Jaebeom’s lap, hands snaking around his neck – mouths so near, yet too far to collide. Neither of you were in a rush so he just held you close, igniting a flame to grow slowly, all while having an unintentional stare-off. It was actually quite beguiling, but a few light kisses and his strong grip on your waist was enough to have you both molding your lips against each other. The ardor – fascination – all that love was sifted into each other with no rush. Time might be precious, probably not when it’s spent in loving each other – time, can wait. The feeling is almost surreal; Jaebeom with his hair down, all worked up, waiting for you to take him. Stopping to catch breaths, you had to admit the view in front of you was ethereal. A sweaty, slightly quite needy Jaebeom with lechery and passion for eyes. It was quite the delight of a sight. You make sure to get enough of it before getting off and pulling him by the wrist to your bedroom. The place where all the magic unveils – at least for the both of you. Your room’s dimly lit by the city light as you take hot minute, looking out and adoring all the lights from the height of your apartment. But Jaebeom has other plans. He snakes his hands over, intervening your thoughts but staring in the same gaze as you. Pushing your hair aside, he plants a loving kiss to your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug. His drug. Jaebeom pulls you by the wrist, landing himself on the bed with you on his lap. There’s a mirror in front of you both. When you look at him in the mirror, he almost – almost looks like the devil himself. His hands snake around your waist, slowly turning you around to face him. Without any further ado he closes in, slightly brushing his lips against yours. It’s like the both of you are the personification of repelling magnets. So far, yet so close to each other. You finally give in, kissing him earnestly while his hands guide your waist to grind on him. There’s no haste in anything as your kisses get sloppier, tongues melding into a hot mess. Your fingers tangle in his hair, while his grip on your waist strengthens – pretty sure they’d leave marks the next day, but that’s a care for tomorrow. Pulling away, clothes are off of each other in quite a brisk way. Maybe it isn’t about the time, but definitely the yearning. There’s a grip on one of your ankles while you climbing onto the bed, Jaebeom pulling you over to the edge and flipping you on your back. And before you could even comprehend, he’s on his knees, head deep in your cunt, lapping at you like a starved man. Sinful, Scandalous. Your moans make the best of music to him. Jaebeom continues until he’s made you cum thrice, sending you to an overstimulated, sensitive state and right when you’re about to cum again, he stops.

“I’m gonna burst if you don’t do anything about my little buddy here” he whines. You laugh at how swiftly he goes from a demon to a needy baby. Jaebeom moves to rest back on the headboard, while you straddle him with a smirk playing on your face. “I swear if you’re gonna tease me, this is not the right time for it.”

You chuckle, finding his agony funny. While he’s wondering the reason for your laughter, you sit down on him in a go, nearly making him squeal out of bliss. “That was quite a risky move sweetheart, I would’ve filled you up in a go”

“Maybe you should……or you could let me do some work” you say, winking at him. He shrugs, leaning back and resting his head while you move at your own pace. It’s almost as if you were cockwarming if it weren’t for him losing his control and thrusting up at random. Leaning forward, Jaebeom scatters feather kisses over your neck, unconsciously making you clench around him. You can feel his devious smirking at the effect those kisses had while continuing to kiss over your chest, leaving a few bites for memory. Fatigue now consciously on both of your minds, his speed increases with each of your moves, so does the sinful harmony of moans and groans. His heels press down, while he lifts up to thrust further in you – hitting all the spots dead right. Jaebeom knew all your spots like the back of his hand, thrusts getting irregular and steady, while a knot forms in your stomach, waiting to burst anytime. Both of you rut against each other as you come down from your high, slowly riding him out while he groans into the pillow beside, the vibration felt through your dripping cunt. You’re just like his books – he just needs a touch or two to delve right in. You get up and head to run a bath, while Jaebeom tries to compose himself and move his lazy ass to the bath. The tub is filled with dried petals, a very subtle and calming scent coming from it and with you in all your glory – Jaebeom would be down for round two if he weren’t this spent. He gets in, settling down on the opposite side of you to admire your grace. “You know,” he starts, voice raspy “I wouldn’t want anything than this with you. I’d fight Troy for you – god, I just fucking admire and love you so much, I really hope you feel the same or this would be quite embarrassing” he halts, burying his face.

“If that’s about you, well then I would travel through galaxies just to be with you in this moment. I love you much more Jaebeom. And I hope you know that too” you mumble in a breath, while he gazes at you endearingly. Without wasting another moment, he lays in your arms, cuddling and nuzzling up to you as the both of you talk about the most mundane things ever. Jaebeom is your somebody to do that with and you’re his for a lifetime or more.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------𝐀/𝐍 : 𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘴. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴!!♡＾▽＾♡ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @/𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘎 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳(🌸ゝ◡･)ﾉ♡

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lachimolala-is-love-and-life · 3 years

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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.

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phoenix-oasis · 3 years

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I always loved you

Hello, lovelies, this is Admin Oasis. This was a request for a best friend to lovers series of stories for Got7. I am not sure if this was more of a reaction request, but I decided to make them a series of stories, like I did for BTS. The only difference is this might be just one part instead of three. I hope that you like this, as much as you liked the BTS ones. If you do want a part two, let me know so that I can start planning it.

Genre: BFF to lovers! Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, slight angst.

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

Summary: You and Mark are best friends, and when he suddenly confesses to you, you don’t know what to do. When he goes home, he questions how you feel about him too.

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 6022

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Mark watched you as he was waiting for his time to audition in New York. He had known you for years, since he and his family lived in Paraguay. Your father had worked with his, and the two of you had been friends since before the two of you could talk. You had become best friends, and you had cried when it was time for Mark to come back to LA.

You had moved to LA, right across the street from him, when you were five. The two of you were in the same kindergarten class, which was great. Mark didn’t make friends fast, and so to have you in his class offered him a sense of security. Your circle of friends grew fast, and as the years went by and elementary made way to middle school, Mark realized that your friendship was essential to his mental state. There was a couple of weeks in seventh grade where you and he were fighting, and not on speaking terms. That week had been the most miserable, and stressful of his life.

By the time high school came around, Mark knew for a fact that he had a huge crush on you. You, however, were interested in one of his friends; a jerk who Mark knew would not be good for you. Mark wasn’t sure how to handle the anger that had surged in him when you told him that you thought his friend was cute. When his friend showed interest in you too, Mark was beside himself. This was the first time that he’d felt jealous, and he had realized that he was going to be a very jealous boyfriend eventually. He had been there, though, to help you when his friend broke your heart. That was the last time that Mark had spoken to him.

Mark knew that he wanted you to be more than just a friend, but he wasn’t sure how you felt about him. You had never made the move to be more than friends, not that he expected you to. He had never made a move either. You also seemed to be extremely content with being friends, albeit best friends, and Mark wasn’t sure he wanted to mess that up. If he couldn’t have you as a significant other, then he wanted to have you as a friend.

It didn’t help his feelings any that you and he were very close. You two were so close that sometimes you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. Sometimes, he would fall asleep with his head on your lap while watching television. Sometimes, he would jump and hide behind your back when you watched horror movies. You two were at each other’s houses all the time, every day. You called his parents mom and dad, and he called yours mom and dad. Matter of fact, everyone who knew you two were taking bets to see when you two would end up together.

If you were content with just being friends, however, then Mark was too, or he would make himself content. At school, he’d been approached by a man who was claiming to be a rep of JYPE a kpop entertainment company, and they wanted to know if he wanted to be a kpop idol. He wondered if this was something that he could do. He turned to look at the table where his friends, and you were sitting. Would you miss him?

His audition had gone well, and now he was sitting in the airport, in LAX, waiting for his flight to board. You had come along because you and Mark were joined at the hip, and he wanted to have you there for his farewell. He stood looking at the plane through the window, and he sighed. He was going to a place where he didn’t know anything; most importantly he didn’t know a way to communicate with anybody. Was he making the right choice?

“You seem pensive,” your voice found him, and he smiled, turning to look at you. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I don’t know Korean,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know anything about the culture. What if I’m making a mistake?”

“You come back,” you said, smiling at him. “If it’s not everything you want, if you can’t do it, if it’s too difficult, and I mean after giving good effort, then you come back.”

“Is it really that simple?” he asked, laughing. “I just hop on a plane back home?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I’ll be waiting here for you to come back,” you said, giving him a different kind of smile. “Whatever you need, just call me. You know I’ll always be here for you.”

He almost said it then. The look in your eyes, the way that you told him that you would wait for him, that you would be there for him, it made him feel a certain kind of way. He almost told you that he loved you. He didn’t though. The plane started boarding, and he hugged you, told you he’d miss you, and then he boarded the plane. He didn’t see you break down sobbing after he boarded. Joey and Tammy were quick to rush to you. You moved down to sit on the floor, your knees up, your face on your knees and you sobbed. Everyone pulled their arms around you, missing your best friend already. However, you were happy for him, and you hoped that he would be happy in Korea.

For close to ten years Mark lived in Seoul. He debuted with Got7, and they gained notoriety. Every year or so, Mark came home, and he hung out with all his friends, including you. For almost ten years, he held back the fact that he loved you, because of his image, and because of JYPE. Every time he came home though, he brought you something from Korea. Every time that he was home it was like nothing had ever changed, like he wasn’t spending his time in Korea missing you.

You noticed, though, the decline in promotions for GOT7, the upset looks on his face when he did come home. You were worried. So just before the comeback for Breath of Love, you went to visit him in Korea. It was a surprise to him, the only ones knowing about this were Joey and BamBam. They were the ones that took you to the airport and picked you up. When you got to Mark’s house, he thought he was letting BamBam into the house.

He smiled, surprise on his face the second that he opened the door. He pulled you into his arms, and he twirled you around. When he put you down, he sighed in contentment.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, letting you and BamBam into the house. “It’s so awesome to have you here!”

“I wanted to be here to cheer for the GOT7 comeback,” you said, moving down to pet Milo.

After the excitement of having you there, and the gratitude that Mark showed BamBam for getting you to him safely, he left, giving them some privacy. Mark sat on his couch, and you lied on the sofa, head on his lap, and Mark just loved the sight of your hair falling over his lap. His fingers ran through your hair, and he started to hum the main title for Breath of Love. You smiled, turned to look up at him, and nodded.

“I like it,” you said, before you sighed.

“Are you tired? Are you jet lagged?”

“I think so,” you answered, nodding. “I just want to sleep right here.”

“You can’t,” he said laughing. “My neck would hurt from sleeping on the couch.”

You slept in his room that night, cuddled into his side, because it was a lot colder in Seoul than it was in LA. Mark woke up the next morning to your head on his shoulder, and he wanted to kiss your forehead so badly. Milo beat him to it, though, and Mark laughed as you sputtered.

With a groan, Mark helped you out of bed, and begged you to get dressed. It was time for him to go to JYPE, and he was going to take you with him. There was no way that he was going to spend any of this limited time away from you. JYP and Jimmy were not thrilled that he brought you, but Mark was over the restrictions this company was putting on him.

Mark smiled as he walked into the conference hall. The other six members smiled back at him, while Youngjae and Jackson gave him looks of surprise. He just grinned at them, while Jimmy and JYP glared at him for daring to bring an outsider in. Mark ignored them and turned to the guys.

“This is my best friend, Y/N,” Mark introduced. “These are my other best friends. That’s our leader, JB, and these guys are Jackson, Yugyeom, BamBam you know, Jinyoung, Youngjae. They are my bandmates.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, smiling at the six other men.

“I’m Jimmy, and this is a closed conference,” he said.

Mark held up a hand as you moved behind Mark. “She’s not leaving. She will sit quietly next to me while we have the meeting, but she is staying, or I’m leaving. I would rather spend my time with her, than with you anyway.”

JYP put a hand on Jimmy’s arm, and he nodded. Mark sat down, you sat next to him, and he handed you his phone. You turned on a game and it kept you sufficiently distracted for a while. The meeting was long, and quite suddenly, in the middle of your game, you caught the middle of an argument.

“If we aren’t promoting the album until the day of the video drop then how are our fans going to know about our comeback?” JB said, looking at JYP. “How are we supposed to make sales?”

“None of you have said you’re going to re-sign,” Jimmy said, and JB rolled his eyes.

“Wait,” you said, furrowing your brow. Everyone turned to look from the two men at the head of the table to you. “You’re not going to promote the album? You’re not going to let the fans know the drop date, BECAUSE they haven’t agreed to re-sign?”

“This is none of your business,” JYP said. “You’re supposed to sit there quietly.”

“That’s until you decide to hurt my best friend,” you said, looking at JYP. “What the hell is your problem? You think people haven’t noticed that you haven’t been working with the guys? We noticed, and we’re incredibly pissed off about it. And if you think for one minute that if these men decide to leave you, aghase is going to stay you’re a moron.”

“Shut up,” Jimmy said.

“Hey,” Mark said, standing up. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the job that you refuse to do,” Mark said, taking your hand. He led you out of the room before he turned to look at you. “You are amazing, you know,” he said, and you blushed. Mark liked it when you blushed.

“I’m hungry,” you said, pouting.

He laughed, nodding his head. “Let’s go eat.”

For a few weeks, until the comeback, you helped him promote the album on his social media. After online showcase for the comeback, he and the boys went to their homes, and you fed him. Mark sighed contentedly. He liked having you around when he came home from a tired workday. He sat on the sofa, and you brought him some food. He put on a drama, ate, and after the dishes were clean, you cuddled into his side. He sighed, kissed your forehead, and then he looked down at you.

“I love you,” he said, closing his eyes. “I am so in love with you, and to be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to get on when you go back to LA.”

You moved back slightly, looking up at him. He took in a deep breath, opened his eyes slowly, and then looked down at you. Your brow was furrowed, and you were looking at him curiously. You tilted your head and swallowed hard.

“What did you say?”

“What did I say?” Mark asked, his tired eyes clearly not focused on what he had just said.

“We should go to bed, Mark,” you said, getting up from the sofa. He nodded, following you to the bedroom.”

Early in the morning, before Mark could even wake up, you grabbed your things and you hurried down to the cab that was waiting for you outside. The truth was that Mark’s confession scared the hell out of you. In all the years that you had known Mark, he had never let you believe that he was in love with you. You had been crushing on him since you’d gone through to middle school, but he had seemed so content with just being friends that you had let that go.

The problem was that you weren’t sure what was on his mind. Did he just like you because he’d liked having you around? Did he just miss you? Did you take his confession at face value, or not? He didn’t even know what he’d said two seconds later. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to see him in the morning, and not remember his words.

You rushed into the cab, and you were on your way to the airport. You boarded the plane, and the plane took off, all before Mark woke up. You bit your lip, wondering if you’d just ruined your whole friendship.

Mark woke up, reached for you, and realized that your side of the bed was made. He furrowed his brow, went to the closet where your suitcase was, and saw that your suitcase wasn’t there. Did you leave already? He pulled out his phone to call you, but the call went straight through to voice mail.

Mark furrowed his brow and thought about last night. What happened? And then he remembered. He’d been tired, really tired, and half asleep, and he’d told you he loved you. Not just that he loved you, he told you that he was in love with you.

“Oh, no,” Mark said, sitting on the sofa. “Fucking great. Son of a bitch!” He was so sure that he’d just messed up the oldest friend that he had. Truth was he wasn’t sure how he was going to go back home to LA and not hang out with you. What if you didn’t want to see him anymore. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted.

January 2021, Got7 decided not to renew their contracts with JYPE, and that meant decisions had to be made. The boys had to decide who they wanted to sign with, if they wanted to sign with anybody to begin with, and what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. One thing was for sure, they were not going to disband. They would remain together and come together whenever possible to release music together as a group.

After they recorded the video for Encore, and the song as well, Jackson put an arm around Mark’s shoulder. “What are you going to do? Are you going to stay here?”

“No, I’m going back home,” Mark said, making the other members turn to look at him. “I’m going back to LA.”

“Oh, to your ‘Best Friend,’” BamBam said, making quotey fingers.

Mark closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I fucked that up. I don’t even know if she’s my friend anymore, and that kills me.”

Mark moved down to his knees, his head in his hands, and he groaned. Jackson looked over at Jinyoung, and they exchanged concerned looks. They moved down, putting an arm around him. JB kneeled in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean you fucked that up?” he asked.

“I…after the premiere of Last Piece, I was so tired.” He licked his lips and looked up at the rest of them. “I told her.”

“Told her what?” Jackson asked.

“I told her that I love her,” he said. He groaned, putting his face in his hands. “I told her that I was in love with her, and the next morning she just up and left. I fucked up. I really, really, really messed this up. She doesn’t feel the same.” He shook his head, feeling miserable. “I just ruined 20 plus years of friendship, because I was stupid enough to confess to her that I love her.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Jinyoung said. “You love her, that’s amazing.”

“Judging from the way she was with you,” Jackson started.

“I’m sure she feels the same way,” BamBam finished.

“Then why’d she leave?” Mark asked, looking up at his friends. “Why did she leave without one word, not even a goodbye.”

“Maybe because you haven’t ever told her, or even hinted that you like her, right?” Youngjae said, giving him a look. “This had to have been shocking and surprising news to her.” He shrugged. “Maybe she didn’t want to act too fast, say the wrong thing, and she thought she might.”

“Yeah,” Jinyoung said, nodding. “Maybe she was afraid that she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and risk your friendship.”

“When you go home,” Yugyeom said, moving down to his level, “you find her, and talk to her. Explain to her everything. Tell her that you’ve loved her for a long time, but you just now were able to express yourself.”

Mark nodded, looking at him. He really hoped it was going to be this easy, because if you were not going to be in his life, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stay sane. Everything that had happened to him, and to the guys, you were a constant in his life, no matter how far away from you he was. He hoped it would not change, or not change for the worse. He wouldn’t mind a change in the lovers direction.

His father and mother picked Mark up at the airport, and the reunion was sweet. He went home, put his bags in his pool house, where he was going to do his quarantine for two weeks. He was happy to be home, if he was honest. He was with his family, and soon he’d be able to see his nieces, and he’d be able to play with them.

The first day free from his quarantine, he went to the main house. Joey and Abbey were there, talking, and you were sitting there, laughing and chatting with them. Your legs were tucked under you, your arms crossed over the arm rest, watching the two, and laughing. You looked stunning, and Mark wanted to just take you in his arms.

You laughed, and you looked over at him. You gasped, your eyes widening a bit, and you blushed. Mark stared right at you. Joey was the first to react. He walked up to Mark and hugged him. As your eyes broke contact, Mark hugged Joey and looked over at you.

“Go to her,” Joey said. “Take her aside and talk to her.”

“What?” Mark said, looking down at Joey.

“BamBam and Yugyeom called and told me what happened. I thought it was weird that she was acting strange when she came home. She didn’t want to talk about it. It’s taken her a little bit, but she’s talked to Tammy and to Grace, and to Abbey. She feels the same way, she just isn’t sure about you.” He smiled and nodded. “Go talk to her.”

Joey walked over to the couch, took Abbey’s hand, and then walked out of the living room. Mark walked over to you, sitting down across from you. You bit your lip, looking down, then around, at anything but at him. Mark sighed, before he put his hand on your shoulder. You actually stopped breathing for a second.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice so soft it was almost impossible to hear. “Why did you leave so suddenly without even saying good bye to me?”

“I should go,” you whispered, standing up.

Mark reached out, grabbing your hand. You froze, looking at the door. Mark turned you around to face him. You were looking down, and Mark sighed.

“Why did you leave?” he repeated, only louder.

“I knew you’d find each other, eventually,” Raymond said, coming out of his room. “Mark, I’m planning your welcome home party today. Y/N, you’re staying right?”

“Anything you need help with?” you asked, pulling your handout of Mark’s grasp. “I’ll help set up if you want.”

“Great,” Raymond said, grinning. “Tammy will be here soon with her husband and the kids, and Grace is coming too with her wife.” Raymond put a hand on her shoulders. “All of the family will be there, you included.”

“Of course,” you answered, nodding and smiling. “Put me to work, dad.”

Mark smiled. If you were at the party, then he could talk to you later. The party, small get together really, was a success. Everyone ate, and laughed, and talked, and it was almost like everything was back to normal with you. You were touching his arm, and laughing with him. At one point you even held his hand.

Towards the end of the party, you walked into the house. You had to go to the bathroom. Joey came up to Mark, and pushed him. He mouthed the words go, and pushed him towards the back door. Mark nodded, and he walked into the house. He leaned against the wall, next to the bathroom door. He would wait for you to come out, and he’d talk to you then.

The door opened, and you walked out. “Hey,” Mark said, making you jump and yelp. Mark laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Somehow I think you’re lying,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Rude,” he said, a smile on his face. “So, why did you leave?”

Your defenses went back up instantly, but Mark didn’t waste any time. He took your arm, not letting you turn away from him. His hand came out to cup the back of your neck, and he sighed. He noticed how your breath hitched, and how your breathing moved faster. He was sure that if he were to feel for your heart beat it would be fast.

“God, I hope I’m right,” he whispered.

Then he was leaning down, pulling you by the neck, and capturing your lips with his. His free arm came around your waist, his head tilting to the side to better fit his lips to yours. You gasped, and that was all the invitation he needed. His tongue dived into your mouth, exploring, as he pushed you against the wall, his body trapping yours in place.

Your hands moved up his chest, and he was afraid for just a second that you would push him away. Your hands moved up around his neck though, and you started kissing him back. Mark’s heart skipped several beats, leaving him slightly breathless. He put both of his arms moved around your waist, and he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Neither of you noticed Raymond walk into the house, only to turn around and walk back out. He ushered everyone around the backyard, through the side gate, and into the house via the front door. A second later, Mark walked out of the house and started walking to the pool house, you in his arms, lips still attached to yours. He made his way into the house, kicked the door shut, and walked right through to his room. He kicked that door closed, then lied you down on the bed, still kissing you senseless.

His hands found the hem of your blouse, caressing up your sides, your blouse gliding up too. Mark pulled it over your head. You blushed, while Mark looked down at you, studying every curve of your body. The look in his eyes, the love and possession in his eyes left you a little breathless. He caressed back down your sides, loving the feel of your soft skin against his fingers. Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he moved down to kiss your neck.

You moaned softly, and Mark sighed against your skin, the sound washing over his whole body. He felt the touch of your fingers moving under the T-shirt on his body, also bringing it up over his head. Then your hands moved down his chest, over his stomach, and he moaned softly. This is what he’d been waiting for, for years.

He kissed your shoulder, lowering your bra straps. His fingers caressed down your arms as he kissed your collar bone. His lips moved over your breasts, as his fingers lowered the cup of your bra. Your eyes closed, pleasure pooling in your center as Mark’s lips caressed the tops of your breasts softly. Slowly his hands moved around your torso, unclasping your bra. Slowly your bra came off, and Mark stared at you, worshiping every plane of your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

You blushed, as he moved down to kiss down your chest, the valley between your breasts. Mark’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples, and you moaned softly. Mark moved to take your right breast in his mouth, suckling on your nipple. You moaned louder, closing your eyes, as your hands moved to tangle in his hair.

He kept kissing down your torso, over your stomach, stopping at the button of your jeans. His eyes moved up to look at you, as his fingers undid the button of your jeans. He unbuttoned your jeans and he pulled them off gently, leaving you in your panties.

Blushing furiously, you sat up, looking at Mark. Hesitantly you reached for his jeans button. He nodded at you, urging you to remove them. So, you undid the button, pulled down the zipper slowly. You looked up at him, as you pulled his pants down. Eyes locked together, you lowered his boxers, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief as the cold air hit his heated skin. You took his rock-hard member into your hand, stroking from base to tip, smearing the precum over his cock. Mark groaned, closing his eyes, putting his hand on yours. He was way too excited to have you jerking him off. He wanted to feel you around him, before he climaxed. He moved down, kissing you hard on the lips. As he pulled your panties off of you, he lied you back on the bed.

His hand caressed up your leg, bending your knee and hooking your leg around his waist. He looked down, aligning his member to your entrance, then he looked up at you. His hand came out to caress your face softly, and he lowered his forehead to you.

“Do I need to prepare you?” He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “To be honest, I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself in check.”

“I’m fine,” you said, nodding your head. “Trust me, I’m ready.”

He smiled sideways. “Are you?” he asked, and you blushed. “Have I mentioned that I love it when you blush?”

He pushed himself into your entrance, stretching you. You gasped, your hands gripping his arms, your back coming off the bed. Your eyes closed as Mark pushed further into you, the friction of his member against your walls shooting pleasure through your core.

“Ooooh,” you voiced, flexing your hips.

This caused your passage to tighten around Mark, and his arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up off of you. He closed his eyes, moaning loudly, burying his face in your neck. Then he was inside you, hips to hips, pelvis to pelvis, and you felt so full, so fucking spectacular. Mark stayed still, trying to give you some time to adjust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into your ear. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Mark puled out slightly, and pushed himself back in, and you moaned. “Mark,” you moaned, as he moaned back in return. He had dreamt of you calling out his name in passion, and reality was much better than fantasy. “Mark, oh God.”

His hips flexed, pushing deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. You whimpered, moaning louder, making Mark kiss you to shut you up. He had just remembered that his family were supposed to be outside the pool house, in the back yard. He didn’t want them hearing this. He pulled out, almost completely, and moved back into you, picking up speed as he kissed you. Over and over, he thrust into you, hitting your sweet spot. You squealed into his kiss, his hands pushing you into the bed by your hips, as he thrust into you over and over.

Your sensitive walls trembled around him, and Mark knew that you were close. Good, cause so was he. He moved up off of you, putting his hands on your knees, hiking them higher around his waist. His hips thrust harder and faster into you, hitting that spot in you over and over, and you put your hands over your mouth, as your walls clenched around him. Your squeals grew louder, muffled, but louder. Then you moved your hands off your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you said, gasping as a knot tightened in your gut. “Oh, God, Mark please.”

“Yes, cum for me baby,” he said, thrusting one final time into you.

You slapped your hands on your mouth again, groaning loudly, squealing louder, as your climax hit you. Your walls clenched around him, as Mark pushed into you. He savored the feeling of you cumming around him, milking him, squeezing him. He groaned, flexing his hips into yours, helping you ride out your climax. As your body twitched, convulsing under him, he pulled out, feeling a tightening in his balls, and ejaculated onto your stomach. He landed on the bed, on his back, catching his breath.

You lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling, as the realization of what you had just done dawned on you. Mark got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom, after putting on his boxers, and you sat up, feeling really horrified. What the hell had you just done?

You put your panties and your bra on, more in a state of shock and autopilot. You put your pants on, and had your blouse in your hand while you made your way to the door of Mark’s bedroom. How could you have been so stupid? You didn’t know how Mark was feeling for you, and you just let your hormones take over and had sex, with your best friend. If things weren’t awkward enough before, they were going to be worse now.

“Where are you going?” Mark’s voice asked, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Turn around.” You shook your head. There was no way you were turning around. Mark sighed. “I need to clean you off, unless you cleaned the cum off your stomach.”

You swallowed hard, and looked down. Sure enough, you had thick strands of cum on your stomach. Some was dripping down your jeans, and most had come off on the bed, but there was still some on your stomach. You turned around slowly, and Mark walked up to you with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped your stomach off, before he took a step back.

“Why are you leaving?” he asked, sounding angry. “Why are you always leaving?” You swallowed hard, biting your lip, not sure how to answer him. “Don’t you love me back?” You looked up at him. He was staring at you, intently. “Did I just kill our friendship? Did I just ruin everything that we’ve been through for the past twenty some-odd years?”

You closed your eyes, because you could feel the tears filling your eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered, shrugging. “I don’t know what our friendship is now. I care about you too much to be fuck buddies. I don’t’ want to ruin our friendship that way.”

“Then we won’t,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “We won’t ruin anything.” You looked up at him again cautiously. “I am in love with you. I have been for years. I’ve been crushing on you since middle school, and I’ve been in love with you since high school. We can give it shot. You and me, we can give it a shot, and we can see how we are.”

“Mark, what if things end badly? That will ruin our friendship. I love you, and I can’t see my life without you in it, and I’m fucking terrified that if things end badly with us, then you’re going to leave me, and I’m going to die a little inside.”

“Don’t end us before we even start,” he said, taking your hand. “Don’t quit on us because I fucking love you. I can’t see you not in my life either. I need you for my very sanity, so you bet your sweet ass that I’m not going to jeopardize that.” He grinned. “And for the record, your ass is sweet.”

You smiled involuntarily. “Will you stop? Will you be serious?”

Mark smiled. “I can’t.” He sat down on his bed, pulling you onto his lap, his arm coming around you, holding you close to him. “I can’t be serious, because we just did what I have been trying to get the courage to do for a long time.”

“You’ve wanted to have sex with me for a long time?” you asked, incredulously.

“Yes, I have. If I had not been so damn tired the time you came to visit me, I would have seduced you that night.” You blushed, and Mark laughed.

“Mark!” you said, trying to get off of him.

Mark tightened his arms around you, and turned, so that he could lie you on the bed. He hovered over you, and you couldn’t stop blushing. Mark leaned down and kissed you, moaning softly as he did. Your arms moved around his neck, as he moved up on his knees, not once lifting his lips from yours. When he did move up off of you, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I have been dying to kiss you since you moved into the house across the street,” he whispered. “And I’ve been dying to sleep with you, really just worship your body, since I saw you in a two piece for the first time.” He rubbed his nose on your neck, kissing you softly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mark,” you answered, feeling like you were risking everything.

Mark smiled, as he stood up, jumping on the bed. You laughed, as you rolled away from him. He landed on his knees on the bed and pulled you into his arms. You giggled, as he rained kisses on your face before he stood up.

“Wait, wait, we have to make this official,” he said, getting off the bed, and moved over to your side. He took your hand, and grinned. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip, looked down for a second, and then looked back up at him. “I have a few conditions,” you said, that fear coming back to your eyes. “Promise me that our friendship will last, because regardless of what happens between us, I can’t live without you.” Now it was his turn to blush, and you smiled.

“What’s your second condition?”

“We go to Harry Potter world every year for our anniversary and for my birthday,” you said.

Mark laughed, nodding his head. “Deal, to both.”

You smiled and nodded too. “Then yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

Mark laughed again, and he tackled you to the bed. You laughed along with him, as he situated himself between your legs, and kissed you senseless. Then there was a knock on the door, and Mark jumped off of you. He put your blouse on and went to answer his door.

Joey was on the other side, a stupid grin on his face. “Dad sent me to see if you were done, and decent,” he said, making you blush. “You traumatized dad, by the way.”

“Oh my god,” you said, covering your face with your hands.

Joey laughed and sighed. ‘It’s about damn time, though.” Mark furrowed his brow, and Joey grinned. “You’ve been eyeing each other ever since I was a kid, so it’s about time that you two got together. Now get out here because dad and mom made food. It’s time to eat.”

You and Mark walked out of the pool house, hand in hand. When you walked into the kitchen, Papa Tuan put his hands over his eyes. You whimpered, and hid behind Mark. Everyone laughed, and Mark turned to hold you in his arms, blocking you from their view.

“You stop embarrassing my girlfriend,” Mark said, turning to playfully glare at his family, who laughed.

Doreen came up to you and hugged you tightly. She took you over to the table, where Raymond went to sit down, his hand still on his eyes. Doreen smacked his arm lightly. He laughed, then turned to look at you.

“I’m glad your together with him, but please, no more making out in the kitchen, especially the way you were when I walked in.”

“Dad,” Mark said, a clear warning in his tone. “Stop embarrassing my girlfriend.” Raymond laughed, and nodded. “Thanks, and thanks for the food.”

After dinner, you and Mark sat in the living room to watch television. In many ways, it was just like it was before. The biggest difference was that Mark held your hand this time, or he pulled you into his arms when you leaned into him. Everything was better now that you and he were officially dating. He would never let you go.

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Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.

Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.

In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.

The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.

You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.

It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.

You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.

Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.

As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.

Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.

He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.

Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.

“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”

You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”

He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.

“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.

You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.

You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.

Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.

“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.

You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.

“I asked you, baby.”

Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”

“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.

He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.

“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.

He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”

The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.

“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.

Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.

Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.

The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.

You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”

“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.

You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.

“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.

Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”

“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.

“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”

“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”

Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.

You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.

“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.

“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.

Two months ago? And he didn’t bother telling you?

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