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justgot7reactionsandsenarios0 · 2 years

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I’d even take a bullet for you Part 2

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1492

Summary: It’s been 4 years since Mark was put in a coma, you’ve found the aftermath of him getting shot really difficult to cope with, PTSD ruling your life, everything looks dull until that one phone call.

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The memory of Mark getting shot right of you, and collapsing, covered in blood in your lap stained your mind permanently, causing you to get constant nightmares. It definitely didn’t help he’s been in a comatose state for the past 4 years, as you fight for the doctors to keep him alive, in hopes he’d wake up at some point, despite their many efforts in trying to explain to you that he’s slowly running out of their expected time, reminding you that there may not ever be a way he’d get out of it but you fought for him like you would think and hope he’d do the same for you. You’d do anything, you felt guilty, you blamed yourself every second you breathed for his state. Everything has gotten worse for you since being diagnosed with PTSD and depression, counselling sessions at least twice a week to talk about it all, though it just made you go into a state of panic every time the image pops into your head when you even thought about Mark, which was hard to avoid. You couldn’t even stay in the house by yourself, your best friend had to move in with you to ensure that you didn’t take a turn for the worst, and being your support system, taking you out, trying to keep you distracted. Though you sat up in bed every night, sobbing into one of the shirts that have now worn out the smell of him, wishing for a miracle to happen.

“Y/N!”, your best friend Charlie knocked on your bedroom door repetitively, no answer, they knock again, but knew something was wrong, letting themselves into the room to find you shaking, clutching onto his shirt once again, crying as they struggled to get you back into a calm state. “Y/N! It’s me, it’s Charlie!” they shout, in hopes you’d slowly come out of it as they wrap themselves around you, as you slowly calm down from the warmth and clutch of the hug, coming back to reality as you try to steady your breathing. “Hey, you’re doing great, that’s it, breathe slowly,” Charlie cooes, slightly loosening their grip on you, until you’ve completely stopped shaking and crying, focusing on your breathing. When they were happy with your state, they let you have a moment to come around, knowing not to pry as they already understand what’s going on. “Would you like some breakfast? A treat on me? We’ll go to that new cafe in town?” they say softly, as you nod, slowly engaging eye contact as they swipe your tears away, before tapping your hands lightly, leaving the room to let you get dressed and come around yourself. “Meet me outside in your own time”.

You were drained, you barely slept, though you knew you needed to get out, the effort to get up and get ready was overwhelming, as you try to push yourself to do little bits at a time. You felt terrible for Charlie having to deal with you, but you were so grateful that they were there, you don’t know where you would’ve ended up without them. Little by little, you moved around the room, focusing on the little things to keep you distracted as you eventually manage to make your way out of your room and into the hallway, Charlie cheering you on as you put your shoes on. “Ready?” Charlie asks as you nod, grabbing your keys for them to lock the door for you before putting them in your bag.

It was a lovely day outside, it wasn’t too warm, nor too cold, people walking past talking and children were playing together on the grass field opposite your house, which made you smile subconsciously, something that was rare, and you welcomed it. Something in watching everyone having a good day, gave you a little hope for today, boosting your mood slightly, perking up as you clutch onto Charlie’s arm, exchanging smiles as you make your way into the town. However, that little moment of happiness is quickly worn down when Charlie forgets to take you around the long way into town, as you come up close to the alleyway where everything happened. Your face drops as you grab hard onto Charlie’s arm, who tries to direct you a different way but your eyes are glued onto the alleyway, which looked different in daylight, but the memory overrides what you see, causing you to start panicking. “Hey! It’s okay, come on, focus on the cafe, what are you fancying?” Charlie changes the subject quickly, to distract you as you follow along, knowing that you needed to before you ended up going into a full state of panic in the middle of town.

After 10 minutes, you’re outside the cafe, looking up at the building, admiring the exterior as you smile once again, offering to have a quick picture with Charlie outside to make memories of before making your way inside. You knew instantly what you were ordering, the usual cafe order you always order anywhere and everywhere who did it, a cappuccino with extra chocolate sprinkles on top, and a BLT sandwich, an order that Mark had you try on one of your first coffee dates, and you’ve been obsessed since. As you sit down to enjoy your food, you remember the days you spent in a cafe with Mark, joking that he’d get the milk froth from the cappuccino and chocolate above his lip, joking that he looked like he had a terrible moustache. You giggle as you take a sip of your coffee, indulging at the moment. You and Charlie spent a good hour there, talking about anything and everything before your phone starts to buzz on the table, putting your conversation on hold as you freeze, recognising the number. It was the hospital. “Hello, this is the hospital, can I speak to Y/N Y/L/N, please?” you choke on your coffee as you try to reply but stumble on your words, “Yes- Speaking...” your face drops as you rush to grab your bag, using your hands to signal Charlie to ask for the coffees to be put in takeaway cups as you rush onto the streets before putting the phone down. Charlie follows you, concerned about the sudden movement, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”, “It’s Mark, he’s awake!” you cried as Charlie hugs you in excitement, calling an Uber to take you to the hospital.

It didn’t take you long to run out fo the uber into the hospital, panting at the reception desk as you demand to see Mark, though before you could even get the chance to move, the doctor you had seen the day of the accident walks up to you, “Y/N, it’s great to see you again, especially on better terms. Before I take you to see him, I do need to let you know that he’s only woken up in the last hour or so, and isn’t sure of who and where he is, so please be patient with him as he comes around slowly. I can’t promise you how soon we can discharge him, but with all of his stats coming out clean, it looks like he’d have a perfect recovery”, you break into happy tears from the doctor's words as she offers you a hug, which you happily take before she takes you to see him. You were so grateful to hear the news, though walking into his room, seeing him still tied up to a few tubes, you were grateful it wasn’t as many as before. Remembering what the doctor said, you walk in slowly, kneeling down on the side of his bed as you take hold of his hand, last time you did so, you were scared for his life, but now, you were crying with joy that he’s come out okay in the end. “Hey Mark, how are you feeling?” you ask as he wakes up from his nap, a little confused as expected. He takes a moment before replying, but once his eyes connected with yours, a smile creeps onto his face, “Ahh such a beautiful girl at my side, I’m much better now”, tears fall from your eyes as he tries with all the energy he has to wipe them from your face like he used to, “I’m a lucky guy if you’re the girlfriend the doctors have told me about,” you giggle at his response, nodding as you kiss his hand, hoping he remembers soon, but how could he forget you, even though he’s been in a coma, he’s dreamt about you, “Don’t cry for me, Y/N, I’m okay, yeah?”. Your eyes shoot at him as he giggles, you couldn’t help but cry then, but you smiled at him. Clutching onto this moment, not wanting to leave his side, kissing his cheek as he looks up at you, stars in his eyes, and a smile you’re so glad to see again.

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Gᴏᴛ7 Rᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ...𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

a/n: For the life of me, I cannot remember who requested this...I know it was a while ago. So yeah, sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy this one.

Mark

Mark would just stare at Jackson with wide eyes for a few seconds before he caught himself and looked down at his folded hand in his lap. Jackson liked you too, huh? Well, shit. Now what was he supposed to do? Jackson was his boy, one of his best friends. Did he really want to put that all on the line just to maybe get the chance to call you his? Mark sighed and shook his head before he spoke up.

“I like y/n too…I have for a while now.” Mark could see the worry on Jackson’s face, thankfully he was in the same mindset as him. “I-I already asked them on a date, and they agreed.”

Jaebeom

Jaebeom wouldn’t be surprised at all. He knew someone was bound to see how great of a person you were, so why wouldn’t it have been Mark. Now the question was what were the two of them going to do about it. At the end of the day, him and Mark were boys. Bros before hoes as they say, right?

Jaebeom laughed and shrugged his shoulders, “If you like them, ask em out Hyung. You would look good together.”

Jackson

Jackson would feel like his world was crashing down around him. Why? Of all the people in the world, Youngjae had to like you. The one person that made Jackson’s heart go into overtime with just a smile or wave of their hand. No, this was horrible. Jackson wouldn’t be afraid to let Youngjae know that he feels the same way about you. If anything, Jackson would make it a point to let Youngjae know, no matter what they would still be cool.

“How can you like, Y/N? They’re supposed to be with me!” *dramatic screaming that he does*

Jinyoung

Jinyoung wouldn’t even be bothered to hear that Bambam has feelings for you. He knew he was bound to have a rival, but he didn’t feel threatened by Bambam at all. He knew you like the back of his hand and Bambam wasn’t your type. Jinyoung would smirk to himself and pat Bambam on the shoulder. He would encourage him to say something. Jinyoung would rather you break the news to Bambam about liking someone else rather than do it himself.

“Give it a shot, Bambam. I wish you luck.”

Youngjae

Youngjae would feel bad, extremely guilty for even liking the same person as Yugyeom. How did they fall for the same person? Didn’t that only happen on tv? Youngjae would confess to Yugyeom that he liked you too and the two of them would be at a standstill. The cinnamon roll of the group versus the baby of the group…oh no.

“Have y-you said anything to y/n? Do they like you?”

Bambam

Bambam would be in shock. There is no way that his Hyung, his leader would have feelings for the same person as him. No freaking way! How the hell can that even be real? Jaebeom liking you? Bambam would snort and flat out tell Jaebeom to let you go. He wouldn’t be mean about it but come on. He’s old and Bambam is young!

“Come on gramps, like there’s even a competition between the two of us.” Bambam would joke and Jaebeom would let him try to win your heart.

Yugyeom

WAR. The end all be all…no second chances. This was going to be brutal and Yugyeom was ready to win your heart. He loved Jinyoung like an older brother, but you were someone so very special to his heart. You were the only other person that really understood Yugyeom and didn’t treat him like a little kid. You treated him like a man, and he was going to prove himself.

“Hyung, y/n is very special to me…are you sure they mean as much to you?”

#soc got7 #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #got7 angst #got7 reactions #soc requests #request 32 #got7 x gn reader

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write-it-good-imagines · 2 months

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Nothing More(M) - Five

Hello everyone!! Long time no see, indeed! I must say I hit writer's block these days but in no way did I abandon this story. Even more so now, when I am so eager to continue. This chapter will bring you spicy surprises and turning points ^^. Enjoy!

~6k words, angst, smut

I want to make you forget about that ex. In truth, I loved the idea of you overthinking all your texts. And I wanted all your neighbors to hear you yell when we have sex. I don’t want it to be a problem when we come together. And I don’t want us a secret.

Jackson plopped down on Mark’s couch, still carrying a serious look of disbelief on his face. “Look, I agree but Bambam literally said what we all thought. Collectively.”

Mark rolled his eyes at Jackson’s remark. He was searching for another song in his playlist to play on his vintage stereo system.

“I think we were more shocked to meet her like that,” Jinyoung continued, leaning against an empty small table in the living room. “Showing up at our studio.”

“And in that motorcycle jacket? Take my money. Did you know she had a bike?” Jackson put a hand dramatically over his chest.

Mark nodded. “Yeah, saw it first time I went to her house.”

“Living the dream. Hottest date, to ride the bikes together around town.”

“Could you stop fantasizing on my behalf?” Mark chuckled in Jackson’s direction and the latter laughed at the note. Mark then turned to Jinyoung, who was cocking an eyebrow. “I had no idea she would come to the studio, believe me. I wanted you to meet her under different circumstances.”

Jinyoung crossed his arms over his chest, a playful look in his eye. “You never told us why you came so early from your date.”

“Yeah, cause it wasn’t a date.” Mark commented and the other two men almost simultaneously turned to him. “Had the surprise to see her with another man.”

The playful look disappeared from Jinyoung’s expression. “You’d have to elaborate on that.”

“I can’t really elaborate, I didn’t stay around enough to see what happened next.” Mark shrugged his shoulders. “The guy had her backed against the lockers, a hand holding her cheek. It was not the first time he… they did that. It was the reason Sam came to the studio.”

“To explain.” Jinyoung completed, albeit not in agreement with the situation. “And what’s your take on that?”

Truth was, Mark did not have an exact answer to Jinyoung’s inquiry. Sure, the scenery of Samantha being present in the proximity of another man displeased and hurt Mark. He built some expectations for the two of them, carried away by their unquestionable synergy, and by the trust exuded by Samantha at every small dare or challenge presented by Mark. He believed in her words, and more than anything he believed in her. Mark believed in Samantha when she said she missed him, when she confided in him, when she said there would not be another guy. So, he put in the effort to carry himself in such a manner that would make Samantha desire him even more. At some point, Mark considered trying to have the talk with her, to play with his cards on the table, to build trust in them as more than just an arrangement.

At the very end, Samantha never promised anything, she never drew the line. Mark did not have it in him to throw the bouquet of the flowers he handpicked in the trash. But he was not indifferent to the image of her subjugated by the intimacy of another that was not him.

“I’ll hear her out.” Mark said lastly, seating himself by Jackson on the couch. A short quirk of the eyebrows as Jinyoung opted to simply nod his head.

“If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Jackson chuckled. “If you wanted us to actually believe you, you should have used your acting skills at least.”

“Why? Not that convincing?”

Mark agreed with Jackson. “We’ve known each other 12 years. It takes so much more than that.”

The three of them laughed. Truly, a bond that not many people get to have in a lifetime. And Mark knew Jinyoung, as much as everyone else, was looking out for him.

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

Jinyoung sighed and threw his hands in the air. “Look, I know, a good-looking, bike-riding, smart surgeon woman, who has a mysterious aura about herself. I’d be a hypocrite to say I wouldn’t get interested.”

“You know what he’s gonna say.” Jackson extended an arm over the backrest of the couch.

“All I’m saying is that, given the circumstances, I wouldn’t be happy at all. If a guy touched or held the girl I liked like that.”

All eyes were focused on Mark.

“But why don’t you talk to her and set the record straight? I’m all for explaining,” Jackson shifted his body to face Mark, “but if you told her, you liked her beyond just the sex, at least you’d know it’s either this or that.”

Jinyoung moved his hands in a gesture that indicated he agreed with Jackson. And Mark agreed with them, too. In any given situation, he would be the type of man to express his wishes and voice his wants and needs. Mark did not necessarily like the chasing. Within his chest, he knew why he was still playing the game and why he did not walk away the second he saw Samantha with the stranger man who was playing with his mind. Regardless, Mark let the little evil elves whispering in his ear take the reins of reasoning. The bell of the front door started ringing vigorously.

“It’s complicated.” Mark rose from the couch. “It’s also Samantha at the door,” said he, half-doubtful he spoke the words to convince himself it truly was her at the door. When he opened it, he actually made sure of it.

Samantha looked very different since the morning visit to the studio. The commanding behavior softened to a natural feminine aura, the sun-kissed freckles no longer hidden behind foundation accompanied by the mellow smile she had the day they met, everything stunned Mark.

Samantha felt very different.

“Hey, beautiful.” Mark welcomed Samantha with an observation he’d hoped was as visible to her as much as it was to him. Mark was distracted by the lively bark of Murphy, eagerly anticipating a welcome as warm as his mother’s. So, he obliged, the smile sketched on his face growing as he knelt to ruffle Murphy’s fur.

Samantha followed Mark’s carefree movements with warmth coloring her features. She didn’t know what to expect from him; all that she hoped was that Mark wouldn’t look at her with repulsion. Instead, Samantha was met by the same jovial Mark she’d met the very first time. And it scared Samantha that Mark felt very different since morning, all the same.

Did he care, still?

“Hey, yourself.” Samantha replied and watched as he straightened his body to meet her eyes. How much did she wish that that would’ve been their reunion, that he’d plant a kiss on her lips and circle his arms around her frame in a longing embrace. Suddenly, Mark felt so far apart.

“Come in.”

Mark pushed the door open and guided Samantha into the living room. She noticed two very familiar silhouettes, Jackson as he was putting his leather vest on, and Jinyoung as he was gathering his things. Murphy’s little woofs distracted the two men into looking at the source of sound, smiling at the little creature. Eyes speedily travelled to Samantha’s physique, and both greeted her with a smile. Perhaps Jackson’s more expressive. He was the first one to formally introduce himself. There was a lively song playing in the background.

“I’m Jackson, nice to meet you, finally.”

Samantha prevented her eyes from widening. Maybe Mark did speak about her. She took Jackson’s hand and shook it, enjoying his amiability.

“Likewise, Jackson. I truly hope you didn’t think I was a freak or anything.” Samantha offered a smile of her own eliciting a chuckle from the other. She caught Jinyoung in the corner of her eye as he examined her. Not blatantly, yet not covertly either. Samantha wondered what they both thought about her.

“Far from that,” Jinyoung chimed in, giving his own hand for a greeting, “but you definitely incited the collective curiosity.”

Samantha took the invitation, meeting Jinyoung halfway. Out of everyone, she figured he was the toughest to impress. And on good merit, nonetheless. “I wouldn’t say about myself that I’m an open book but please know I’m more than happy to clear the curiosities.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s lips lifted in a modest smirk. “Maybe I’ll heed the invitation.”

Jackson cleared his throat and Jinyoung pulled back. “Don’t worry about us, we were just leaving.”

“No bother at all. I wouldn’t want us to be so formal, it was very nice meeting you both.” Samantha extended her hands to offer the two men a warm wave and a small dip of her head. Jackson and Jinyoung both did the same, the last action they made prior to heading out the door. “Likewise, Samantha”.

Mark’s loud sigh doubled the echo of the closing door which caused Samantha to fiddle with her fingers. “I must have made a terrible impression, haven’t I? They definitely think I’m a freak.”

“Nope, no freak,” Mark turned around to walk toward Samantha’s direction. As he was approaching, he was unzipping his hoodie. “They just don’t know you. Actually, Jackson was quite smitten with you, I could swear he’d want to steal you for himself.”

It was the first time Mark had openly spoken about his members, even more so about anything that had to do with their opinion about her. Mark’s words were not reassuring enough for Samantha as eyes were still focused on her nervous fingers. She didn’t know what to make of the entire situation. “Jinyoung doesn’t like me.”

Mark grabbed at the hem of his T-shirt to throw it over his head. A bracelet at his wrist was tangling loosely when he guided Samantha’s chin to make her look at him. “Out of all of us, Jinyoung is the one who doesn’t play games when it comes to people. You have to make him trust you before he lets you in."

The initial nervousness Samantha felt while fidgeting with her fingers transformed into butterflies into her stomach. Although the main emotion she was feeling was uneasiness, at his words, and at his sudden naked torso. She had but a moment to watch the muscles of his abdomen contract and relax with the movement of the arm which was holding her frozen in place. Henry’s most similar gesture crossed her mind. “Do you play the game, Mark?”

Mark’s irises were fixated on hers. The tone of his voice softened and lowered with each spoken word, until it became little more than a whisper. A question for a question. “Are we playing the game, Sam?”

Samantha’s lips parted with a sigh, the knot in her stomach tightening. There was no hint to suggest that Mark was not serious with his inquiry. She knew the answer to his question, but the words were frozen like they weren’t hers to speak. While Mark was looking at her, with the stoicism of his body and the seriousness of his eyes, Samantha presented herself agonizingly transparent.

“Wasn’t this the way he was holding you?” taunted Mark, drawing closer to her in an even voice. His other hand found the clothed valley of her hips. “Did you want him to kiss you?”

“No.” Samantha stated, an ounce of desperation evading beyond her control. The infinitesimal distance Mark was keeping between them was slowly driving her crazy. And he knew he held all control. “At no point did I want him to kiss me.”

Silence followed. A harrowing silence growing heavier with each movement of Mark’s brown orbs drawing back and forth on her features. Samantha grabbed Mark by the chest. “Say something goddammit!” she urged.

Mark pulled Samantha into him and slammed his lips against hers. In the background, a sexual melody mix broke into the stereo system. Samantha wobbled on her feet, which caused Mark to tighten his grasp around her figure. The background music melted with the swift ringing in her ears and the tips of her fingers turned cold from the unanticipated contact. Mark’s kiss was raw and hurried, yet obscenely sensual. Samantha’s lungs were deflating quickly, and Mark did not seem too eager to let her breathe. It was the first time he initiated such a kiss. His lips had always worked against hers with tenderness, at times enticing, but never so ardently carnal.

It was a possessive kiss and Mark wanted Samantha to feel it.

Mark pushed their bodies into the couch, and he slid his knee in between her thighs. During the brief moment their lips were separated, Samantha gasped for air, which was rather a sharp moan with Mark settling above her, and his clothed knee tormenting her womanhood. “Mark, I can’t breathe.”

“I couldn’t breathe either when he was towering over you, Samantha.” His visage was wearing the same chilling expression, albeit a sliver of distress hiding behind it. “I imagined him doing all sorts of things to you, with you. Fuck.”

Mark tilted his head to the side, a canine digging into the plush of his lower lip. Samantha’s eyes were watching him intensely. She was devoid of any courage to speak a word. Never would she have imagined she would see Mark like that. Not for her.

“I missed you girl, I missed you. And I…” You’re all I fucking think about.

Samantha gulped. She was observing Mark’s every gesture, every little shift in his facial expression, every word he was speaking. All the feelings in her chest were strangers and Mark was tempting and enchanting. He was everything Samantha wanted him to be. Even when he suppressed his thoughts, Mark was everything Samantha wanted. And he was there, in her immediate grasp.

You’re all I ever thought about.

“Kiss me, Mark.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Mark lowered his body instantly to connect the kiss in a lustful motion. His tongue lost no time to part Samantha’s lips and find her own into a frenzied tango. As his hands slid down to play with the hem of her t-shirt, so did the ever-growing feelings for the woman he was holding. The blood in his veins was pulsating with apparent unrequited affection, and it set him ablaze.

Mark broke the kiss in a nimble motion to undress Samantha of her shirt, to reveal her braless breasts. The tantalizing sight aroused Mark like it did the first time. For him, sex with Samantha felt like it was the first time every time. There was always something new he’d discover in the voluptuousness of her body, in the way her body would curve differently with each heated touch of his hand. Mark licked his lips and undid her shorts.

“Mark…” Samantha mewled, the cold breeze circling her breasts provoked a shudder. She edged her breasts as her eyes darted back and forth between Mark’s hands and the growing bulge in his jeans. Samantha was struggling to form coherent thoughts when he was immorally commanding the pace. She didn’t fight the vulgar lust invading her core. It was easier giving in to the euphoria than acknowledging the truth.

Easier than voicing that Mark should be the one.

“Tell me, darling.” There was a wicked inflection in Mark’s tone, busy with undressing Samantha of her shorts and underwear all at once. “What do you want?”

If it was any other moment, Samantha would have said it was his love she wanted. Still, a hue of shyness colored her rosy cheeks. “I want you, Mark.”

Mark was happy to obey, even if he was convinced Samantha was not speaking seriously. She wanted his body, while he desired her soul. In the heat of the moment, for the short time they’d spend as one, Mark heard what he needed to. That she wanted him, and she’d choose him. He lowered his body to plant kisses through the valley between her breasts, the butterfly pecks eliciting sultry moans out of Samantha’s throat. When his lips passed her chest’s threshold, Mark continued the delicious trail to her abdomen, one hand encircling Samantha’s breast. The other was keeping her thigh from squirming.

Samantha closed her eyes and threw her head into the soft material of the couch to indulge in the intense eroticism Mark was injecting into her body. When his sinful mouth reached her womanhood, Mark chuckled. Then he continued to leave kisses on her inner thigh, deliberately ignoring the wetness of her cavern. Samantha was vexed by Mark’s actions, and she groaned in protest. The hand previously on her breast travelled to her hip to intertwine with her fingers. Mark acknowledged her objection by nibbling a violet spot into her thigh. He traced it with the free index, shifting his body to worship Samantha’s other thigh with blissful movements of the tongue. The little perverted sounds she was making were truly driving Mark to impatience.

The way Samantha’s body was submitting to his febrile touches indicated that she wasn’t that far away either.

Mark pulled away momentarily to unzip his jeans and dispose of them on the floor. The rupture of their connected hands forced Samantha to dig her fingers into the plush of the sofa. The heat in her genitals was much more intense than she anticipated it would be. The simple fact that Mark retreated from tending to her pelvis made her moan loudly, and her vagina clench. Samantha watched him as he undressed himself to reveal his throbbing shaft, and she bit her lip in anticipation. Mark smirked at her and climbed atop her to seat himself between her legs. As he was leaning down to reach her level, the tip of his cock rimmed against soaked clit.

Mark linked their foreheads together, supporting himself with one arm by the side of her head. His other hand rested at the cusp of her jaw. He angled himself at her saturated entrance and slid the tip of his penis inside her. A guttural moan echoed in the air.

“We never did it like this, so tell me if it hurts.” Spoke Mark in a gentle tone and opened his eyes to observe Samantha. She gently shook her head and her fingers stretched into Mark’s shoulder blades to guide his body in a slow thrust. He let out a groan from the depth of his throat, feeling the creamy walls of her vagina enclosing around his shaft. Mark gave her a moment to adapt to his size, gazing intently at her. Samantha was so beautiful, with flushed cheeks and her splendid naked body, all of her offered to him.

Mark felt his heart ache.

“How can you say I’m not making love to you when I’m touching you like this?”

Samantha’s eyelids closed and fluttered open with Mark’s affirmation. The coherent words she tried to form were dispelled instantly when he started moving inside her with controlled thrusts, each forward move taunting her sweet spot. Samantha opened her mouth only to allow the moans to flood the air. And Mark was watching every contraction of her body and indulging in each pulsation of her pussy.

He leaned down to nip at the lobe of her ear. “When you’re giving yourself to me like this?”

“Mark…” Samantha reached to his face to lead the hazel of his eyes to hers. In his eyes she found the same commanding yearning but propelled by a raw sincerity that Mark had not given to her. Everything he was doing gave her a sense of serenity, fueled by the abnormally erotic movements of his hips. In a matter of minutes, she surrendered to him and to the zealous whines her lungs were making.

“What is it, baby?” He picked up the speed of his thrusts, heeding the contractions in Samantha’s womanhood. “You’re close, I know. What I didn’t know is how wet you could get.”

Samantha intended to avert her bashful expression, but Mark’s touch kept her focused on him. “Don’t hide. Let me take care of you.”

Amidst the whorl of sentiments and thoughts racing through her mind, Samantha found an anchor in Mark. She registered all the words he’d spoken to her and all the shielded gestures, and bare confessions. Samantha was powerless to respond, instead. There never was a man in her life to bear his heart on his sleeve, even half of how Mark was bearing his. In her normality, he was an abnormality. And still, he made good of his words and actions and took care of her.

Samantha relaxed in his embrace and extended her body to plant a kiss on his lips. A mellow kiss which Mark reciprocated so naturally that life halted for a second.

Then Mark enveloped Samantha as her body abruptly contracted. She held on to him as she reached for nirvana, her vocal cords enchanting Mark with lascivious breaths repeatedly. Hearing Samantha succumb to ecstasy was the sweetest testament Mark could receive. The hot blood in his veins met the point of boiling as he was getting closer to climax. A couple more lustful thrusts accompanied by roaring groans, each growing faster than the other, brought Mark as close to the edge as he could get. He guided himself out of Samantha’s core to reach his orgasm and paint her abdomen with his white cream.

Samantha enjoyed that particular view of Mark, so much that it was his turn to show a timid smile. It took a little while for Samantha to follow what happened, and when she did, both of them chuckled at each other.

“I’ll get some paper towels.”

“You’ll find me here.”

Samantha’s ears followed the sound of Mark’s steps and the muffled grunt that followed soon after. He returned with a handful of paper towels, and Samantha couldn’t look away from his still hard penis.

Mark took one cloth to clean his canvas half-heartedly. “Round two?”

Samantha giggled. “I’ll have to refuse. Round one was unexpectedly intense.”

“You have no idea how sexy you are.”

Samantha felt her cheek darken once more. She was watching silently as Mark was wiping her abdomen. When he was done, he walked away to throw the used napkins.

“Are you okay? You’re unusually quiet.” Mark’s voice reverberated through the kitchen.

“I’m alright, just a bit tired.” She responded, and Mark immediately walked back to her. He knelt down with her back facing her, gesturing for her to hop on his back.

“Let’s get to bed.”

Samantha hummed and attached herself to Mark’s body. She had never noticed how broad his back was, under the hoodies and oversized shirts he was usually wearing. Mark effortlessly rose from the ground and carried her to the nearby bedroom. He carefully seated Samantha on the edge of his neat bed, and she smiled to herself at the considerable number of pillows residing there. In front of the bed there was a small dressing which Mark opened to retrieve one clean shirt and a pair of shorts for himself.

“I don’t want you to get cold. Here, arms up.” Mark whispered, and Samantha complied with his actions. The dark shirt Mark had given her was large enough to reach her knees. He tossed the thin summery blanket away and helped Samantha up into the nook of his bed.

“Thank you, Mark. You’re so protective of me.” She smiled softly and happily accepted the invitation to encompass herself into Mark’s arms.

He raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see. “You don’t want me to be?”

“I do,” she answered quickly and laced their hands together. “I like this a lot.”

Mark tilted his head to follow the lazy sunset shimmer through the window. The loose hand he folded under his head served as a good excuse to avoid looking Samantha in the eye. As easy as it had been to drown in her orbs while laying together, just as hard it was to do so while returning to reality. Samantha noticed the atypical silence. With the aphrodisiac sensations fading away, all the words that Mark spoke to her started to click. Samantha was drawing absentmindedly on Mark’s forearm with the tip of her index, trying to reproduce the memory of each phrase. The subtle agony of I couldn’t breathe either when he was towering over you, Samantha, the slight panic in the I imagined him doing all sorts of things to you, with you.

The melancholy in the How can you say I’m not making love to you when I’m touching you like this? which made Samantha’s heart tremble was the seed of hope planted in her soul. If there was any source of truth to say that Mark truly harbored feeling for her, it was not tangible anymore.

Mark, once again, felt so different.

“What are you thinking about, Mark?” Samantha looked up at him just in time to see how breathtaking the warm colors of the sunset appeared on his features.

He was silent for a while. “About you.”

Samantha furrowed her eyebrows. “What about me? I’m right here.”

A little sigh. “Nothing… it’s just I’m leaving tomorrow, and we won’t see each other a while again.”

“I know…” Samantha’s voice trailed off in sadness. “I don’t want you to go.”

Mark gave a little squeeze to her hand, eyes still watching the first moments of dusk adorning the sky. “That’s not under my control, unfortunately.”

“I don’t want you to go out of my life, Mark.”

Samantha could swear the vein in Mark’s wrist strained at her words. Still, his expression remained impassable. After a couple moments spent in unmerciful silence, he continued. “Do you think about us? About what we could be?”

The palm of her hand was starting to sweat. Easy answer? Yes, I cannot devote myself to anything that’s not you. True answer? Do you want to take my broken heart? Samantha sensed that she was running out of time, and in hindsight, she should have known that earlier. A man like Mark who had the world at the tips of his fingers, who could have anyone he wished for, wouldn’t say the things he said to any woman that easily. All of it meant something, it should have meant something. It was everything Samantha clung to, for it to mean something. She had to make a decision.

“Forget I asked. You don’t need to say anything.”

“He hit me, Mark.”

The music formerly playing in the background silence of the living room stopped altogether. Mark’s phone must have died, and so did his concentration at Samantha’s sudden confession. His head jerked back to her direction in an impulse to check if she was hurt, even if there was no earthly possibility for her body to be in physical pain at that moment.

Samantha’s mouth was dry, and it shocked her to see Mark’s immediate reaction. She didn’t lose him, he was still there with her. “He hit me after he killed a mother and her unborn child in the operating room.”

“How are we doing there, mrs. Dalton? Can you say something for me?”

Henry’s deft motions of his nimble hands kept raising the standards for a second-year resident. The attendings in the observing room were watching the awake brain surgery with great interest, as was the then-director of the hospital.

“Oh, I can’t wait for this to be done,” the woman rubbed her hand lovingly on her pregnant belly. “Sandra should know the adventures mommy went through.”

“Status on the baby, Doctor Stoss?”

Up until the question was addressed to her, Samantha did not unpeel her eyes from the fetal monitor. “Like a Swiss watch.”

“Keep saying the good news, Doctor Stoss. I’m sure mama Dalton would love to hear that more often.”

“Oh Doctor Carter, I’m sure you were born such a charmer.”

Samantha’s vision was fixated on the handle of the dressing door. She was explaining her memories as if she was living them again. “This surgery had half the hospital watching. It was a procedure previously not done in that medical center, and Henry had had the privilege to participate in one once when we were interns in Toronto. He’s thinking of himself as the hotshot, as he should. His skill and knowledge are top-notch. But they failed him.”

“Doctor Stoss over there can attest to me being a charmer. Or not.” Henry chuckled under his surgical mask, and he quickly stole a glance at Samantha, before focusing on the region of the tumor which he had just reached. “We’re here, mama. Shouldn’t take too long to take it out.”

Mrs. Dalton’s vitals spiked up a level and Samantha observed the nerves on her face. She left her intern in charge of the fetal monitor and approached the woman to reassure her. “It’s going to be okay. We’re here for both you and your little girl.”

Just as Samantha was returning to her previous post, henry was actively preparing to remove the tumor located in a tricky area of mrs. Dalton’s brain. “I’m in.”

The collective audience in the gallery leaned forward to witness Henry’s work. At that point, the loud beeping of the machines pierced the operating room with alarming sounds.

“Doctor Carter, baby’s vitals are starting to drop.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on with my baby?”

“Please try to remain calm, Mrs. Dalton. These reactions happen naturally when a tumor body is being extracted. Once I take this out, everything will get back to normal—”

“Only it didn’t.” Samantha’s fingers curled unconsciously as if reaching out for a scalpel. “I was repeatedly telling him I needed to do a C-Section to save the girl and put her in NICU. At seven months old, she had all the odds of surviving. If only we moved fast enough…”

The distressing sounds of the monitors multiplied when the woman lost consciousness. Her vitals became hectic graphics on the monitors, and Henry visibly stiffened.

“Henry, we are losing this baby. I need to perform the emergency C-Section now.”

“No. I’ll save them both, wait.”

While Henry was applying the standard emergency measures, Samantha’s attention was distracted by the uneasiness of the spectator gallery. She briefly noticed Jonathan, with a looming look on his face that any surgeon regardless of their specialty would understand. The unborn baby was losing its vitals.

“Henry, I’ll move forward. Scalpel, please!”

“I told you to wait! Doctor Stoss, I need you to follow the protocol of my OR.”

“I guess indeed it was his surgery. But those were not his lives to take.”

Half-heartedly, Samantha hesitated to start the neonatal protocol. While Henry had authority, he did not have a positive chance to save both lives. When the fetal monitor fell flat, Samantha went against his instructions and cut into the mother’s belly.

“By the time we took out the little girl, her heart had already stopped beating. We did all the resuscitation maneuvers we knew and could…” Samantha let out a sigh, and Mark pulled her tighter into him. “All hell broke loose. I don’t know when Jonathan got to the OR, but he was there for all of it.”

“Time of death…” Samantha’s discouraged voice echoed throughout the macabre silence of the operating room. “Six thirty-one.” Two paces away, resuscitation maneuvers were still going for the woman on the table. When Henry realized there was no use for them anymore, he stepped away from the body, prompting everyone else to follow his example. “Time of death, six thirty-five.”

Nobody in the room dared move a finger. Two casualties in an operating room which, on paper, could have been avoided. It was a medical disaster. Samantha pulled down her surgical mask, to try and take hold of the situation. “We’ll need to go outside and inform the father—”

“You let her die.”

All eyes fell on Henry. Samantha couldn’t believe her ears. “Excuse me?”

“That baby could have been saved.”

Henry’s voice grew louder, more assertive. Samantha stood her ground, deliberately choosing to ignore Henry’s last comment. “I understand this must be a difficult situation for you, Doctor Carter, but in no way am I to blame.”

“That baby could have been saved!”

As his voice grew into a striking holler, Samantha no longer recognized the man in front of her. She was searching for the proficient doctor, for the partner that he was. And for the lover that he used to be.

“Henry,” Samantha kept calm even though her head was spinning in disbelief “you told me to follow your protocol in your OR—"

At that point, Samantha could not register what had just happened. Henry raised his hand at her and slapped her on the cheek. There was a shared gasp among the people in the room who refused to understand Henry’s tameless reaction. By the time Samantha tilted her head back to look at Henry, Jonathan had stepped up to punch him in the face.

Mark raised an eyebrow. Although he got off to a rocky start with Jonathan, his respect for him grew substantially.

“A couple of guys had to restrain Jonathan because clearly that wouldn’t have been the last punch he would’ve thrown. After that, I went to inform the father of his… losses. Henry was not allowed to accompany me. The father sued the hospital for malpractice, and I have no idea how they settled. I only saw Henry once, after that. They summoned all the medical operating staff to testify. He never looked me in the eye, not once. I wanted to believe that he was sorry, something to make me believe our relationship was not a lie. I never got closure for that.”

Mark waited patiently for Samantha to continue. When she did not, he placed a chaste kiss on the crown of her head. “Did you need that? Closure?”

She sighed. “I guess I did. When you think you have something of that magnitude with someone, only for it to fall apart in the most gruesome way, I needed some sort of a life raft. Truth is, we started falling apart even before he hit me. Henry was starting to become distant and full of himself. But I never expected him to be violent.”

Mark noticed the flake of regret in her voice, to briefly wonder how things are settled in the vast Universe. Hadn’t Henry done that, Mark wouldn’t have gotten to fall in love with her. Life was funny, that way.

Samantha sighed, once again, yet more out of liberation. Albeit painful, she truly needed to convey the feelings out loud for them to become less repressive. Maybe to disappear.

“Can you understand now, Mark? Why he was able to hold me down at all? Why it is tough for me to trust someone again?”

Mark’s lungs filled with air. “Even me?”

Samantha closed her eyes. He did not need to spell it out loud for her to understand what he meant. “I just need a little more time, Mark.”

Indeed, he never expected to hear anything different, it still did not mean it hurt less. On the one hand, because Samantha still didn’t see him fit to be trustworthy, and on the other hand because he seemingly was giving more than she was ready to receive.

“Should I keep my distance then?” his voice was flat, too much so that he must have given away he was disappointed, because Samantha tightened their holding hands.

“No.” She answered timidly, looking up at him for the first time in a long while. Mark’s eyes were diverted to the emerging summer night. He was slipping away through her fingers, once more.

“I don’t know if I can give you both ways.” Not when I know I'll never treat you the way he did.

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Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 3)

le grand bleu (part 3) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

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If you asked Jannine how she got through the rest of the day; she was still figuring it out herself.

The first two classes were lecture (she’d sat in the very back, leaned back, and eyes closed), and the third class was a lab she’d already done because she’d taken the time to redesign her dress-form the afternoon before. Instead of sticking with its typical white, she opted to incorporate a bit of cotton and tie-dye (but not too much).

Taking a sip of water (she’d been alternating between water and honey tea), and laying down on her bed, her thoughts went back to BamBam. She could only sigh and turn to face the wall.

At least he’d given her a hangover remedy; she hadn’t known a remedy at all before she searched online.

She twisted loose strands of her hair around her finger, angry at its representation of naivety and ostracize-linage.

The blue still hadn’t washed out of her hair. But Jannine had learned how to wear it to the best of her ability.

Ever since the party, life on campus was a 5 at best. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad either. She just held onto the letters that lead her down this path.

“Kunpimook,” She muttered. “Where are you?”

Of course, there wasn’t a response for her then. Just the silence that seemed to inhabit the dorm room.

The grip on her purpose was slipping the further she concluded that this university life just wasn’t for her. As much as she’d like to think she was big and bad and unstoppable.

Perhaps, she wasn’t.

As any good Leo (her zodiac sign), she was a great actor.

Before she could Google the best ways to drop out of a college you just got accepted into, she received a notification on her phone.

PunPun: Some guys are asking about you.

Jannine: Srsly? Who?

PunPun: BamBam and these two other guys 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jannine: Definitely keep me uninformed then. I don’t want to hear anything regarding that jerk and his friends!

PunPun: Okay. Then I definitely won’t tell you how they bribed like half the “first floor” girls to come into your room in the middle of the night and cut your hair off.

Jannine: What?! 🤬

PunPun: You don’t have a roommate. So, it makes their job easier.

Jannine: Can I stay wit u?

PunPun: I don’t live on campus. I live with my parents. I just sometimes crash at my cousin’s dorm room.

Jannine: Who’s your cousin?

PunPun: Umm…May?

Jannine: Instead of lying. Just tell me to get a life. I’ll figure this out by myself. Bye. 😡

Sticking her cell phone in her pocket, she rushed to the door. But already she could hear voices out in the hallway asking for the “new girl in D59.”

Throwing on a hoody, Jannine took her book bag and threw in a couple more essentials. She then slung the bag over her shoulder and attempted to climb out of her window.

“Crap. That seems like a long way down,” She whispered. Before she could hesitate any longer, the footsteps grew louder. And she stepped her foot onto the small balcony. There was very little room, but so far she hadn’t slipped or fallen. Straddling the rails, she put her hand on top of the railing as she placed her foot further down on the next level closest to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” She could hear the small mob of girls ask. “I thought the room was D59.”

Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she gripped her book bag.

Jannine didn’t dare look down. If so, she wouldn’t have had the guts to do what she did—

“Shit!” She cursed. “Shit shitty shit!”

She knew her ankle’s lifespan was just reduced by 5 years. In the future, when she was sitting in a rocker sipping on prune juice; she would be complaining about an arthritic ankle.

But she limped like a champ.

“There she is!”

Jannine stopped and turned around. At the door and on the balconies stood apparent BamBam admirers.

“There she is!” They pointed at her, and gave her the stank eye.

Jannine ran like a champ as she heard the stampede of girls behind her. She ran so fast she couldn’t recover enough to grab her other Fila shoe.

Almost out of breath, with her ankle still throbbing, she dipped into the school’s lobby. Fearing they’d see her through the windows she ran into the nearby bathroom and locked it from behind. She rested her back against the door and closed her eyes; her breathing still heavy.

When she opened her eyes and regained her breath, she turned around and came face to face with Milli and her gang.

If Jannine had known this is where she would end up, she would’ve gladly let the stupid fan girls have her for lunch. Because this was beyond ridiculous.

“I think this makes a good venue for a fight,” Milli said with a smirk and arms crossed. “Doesn’t it?”

Jannine had been dragged to one of the offices. And now she was literally cornered.

Jannine rolled her eyes. “Why?”

Milli smirked. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?” Jannine asked. “To fight me?”

Milli and her followers laughed. Until Milli held up her hand and told them to “shut up!”.

“Simple,” She stated. “You are on my territory.”

Jannine laughed. Belly and all.

Apparently, Milli didn’t find it funny at all. She made a trill with her lips.

“Girls,” Milli said in a demanding tone. “Give me the scissors!”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I thought you wanted to fight me?!”

Milli smiled devilishly. “No. This is much more fun.” She took the scissors from a follower, and pointed them at Jannine. “Not only will you have horrible blue hair. But a kitchen-drawer-scissors haircut to boot.”

Jannine looked for an exit, but one of Milli’s followers blocked her path. She backed away slowly and bumped into another follower. “Luh.”

Milli began to walk towards her. “When you first stepped foot here you just looked like fresh meat.”

“What did I ever do to you?” Jannine asked, swatting away a followers hand, when they attempted to hold her down. “I did nothing to you.”

The bully laughed, and shook the scissors in her hand; the handle swung back and forth.

“Does there always have to be a reason?”

Jannine could say no more. It would all be for naught anyway. After all, there was only two people on this camp that regarded her highly, or at least didn’t want to eat her for lunch. Yet, 98 percent of the campus population wanted her dead.

Maybe Kunpimook wasn’t here. Maybe he was long gone, and she was betting on a losing dog.

Defeated, Jannine didn’t struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, prepared to have her hair whacked off, when Milli’s followers suddenly let go of her, and Milli took off in a run. Jannine’s eyes opened, and she looked all around her. “Huh?”

“You musta done something to really tick her off,” A voice said.

Campus Prince, BamBam, stepped forward with his rich boy swag. He donned a light sweater, white slacks, and a pair of sneakers. His grin was smug, and his hands were in his pockets. Was he wearing a Rolex?

“Xi ngo?!”

“Don’t think I did this because I don’t dislike you anymore,” BamBam specified with a bit of snark. “I just don’t want to be left to clean the mess hall by myself.”

Jannine’s smile turned into a frown. “Well, thanks to your angry fan girls I can’t go back to my dorm and sleep.”

BamBam raised a brow. “You’re blaming me for why you got booted out from your dorm?”

She pointed down at her red swollen ankle. “I’m blaming you for this too.”

He rolled his eyes at her injury. He then grabbed her hand.

“Luh, luh!” She protested. “I wasn’t being that ser—“

He stopped walking, and her mouth bumped into his collarbone.

“You don’t want to fail gym class, right?” He asked in annoyance.

“Gym class?”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Gym class.”

Jannine’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t pick that as an elective.”

“It’s mandatory for all first years.”

Jannine sighed, but said, “No. I don’t want to fail stupid gym class then.”

BamBam nodded with a smug facial expression. “Then come with me. You need to have your ankle looked at.”

He then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll see what a friend of mine can do to help your ankle heal.”

Jannine opened her mouth to protest, but it wasn’t lost on her that BamBam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a typical Tuesday.

So, she stayed quiet for awhile, wondering if the foreign teacher with the stick would pop out of the bushes. Yet, that never happened. “What are you here for?” BamBam asked. “Language?”

“No,” Jannine replied. “Fashion. Costume design.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?” She said back. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not that surprised,” BamBam replied with. “I just didn’t think it was something you’d be so sure of.”

“So, you think I came here to fuck off?”

“No. Wait, did you?”

She hit him on the back, and he winced in result. “No, khun.”

He laughed a little. “Well, I guess that just makes one of us.”

Before she could respond to his comment, a guy came from the school’s med bay, opened the door to the building and walked out quickly; alert and curious.

Jannine perked up, speechless. Despite wearing glasses, the doctor-in-training wore them well. They framed his face nicely, complementing his comma hairdo, along with his lips and kind eyes. So entranced, she failed to process what BamBam was indicating for her to do.

“Do you want me to throw you on the ground?!”

Jannine snapped out of her crushing, and frowned at BamBam’s words. “Mai?”

“Bam, don’t be like that,” The young doctor said. “You seem to act like this towards the cute ones.”

Handsome Doctor-in-Training thought she was cute?

BamBam laughed sarcastically and replied with, “Nah. Her hair’s blue!”

The Handsome Doctor laughed with a knowing glint in his eye. “I find it attractive. It makes her stand out. Like a blue rose in a bouquet of red ones.”

BamBam’s hold on her tightened, but Jannine failed to notice, and gave the handsome friend an even brighter grin.

“Jinyoung,” BamBam groaned. “Are you done for the night, or can you actually help her?”

Jinyoung apologized to Jannine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like you weren’t there, but my Thai is really bad.”

Jannine shook her head in disagreement. “No. It’s actually really good. But if you prefer speaking in English, that’s fine too.”

The young doctor smiled. “Kob khun.”

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“It’s not a severe sprain,” Jinyoung said as he examined her ankle. “But you’ll need to ice mornings and nights. During the day, just move it in a circular movement, and don’t overcompensate by limping. Try walking as naturally as possible.”

Jannine nodded. “Ne.”

Jinyoung lifted his head up in surprise. “Omo?”

Jannine laughed. “That’s probably the only Korean word I know.”

Jinyoung laughed too, patting her calf good naturedly, until they heard a loud and obnoxious fake laugh from yours truly.

“Is something the matter Bam?” Jinyoung asked with a raised brow, his smile holding a bit of a challenge. “Do you need a drink of water? Cough drops?”

BamBam took a hand out of his pocket, and looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “It’s getting late. You know who patrols at night. Your father.”

Jinyoung’s face was one of annoyance. “You know I’m not related to that ass— I mean, person. Because he and I only share a namesake out of coincidence. And I’ll write you two a pass.” He stood up from the stool, giving Jannine an apologetic look.

Jannine nodded. “Thank you Jinyoung.”

As the doctor exited the room, Jannine smiled and sighed. He reminds me of a Disney prince, She thought to herself.

“He has a girlfriend back home.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “And you’re telling me this…?”

BamBam shrugged. “To let you know he’s off limits.”

Jannine rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. I’m going back to my dorm.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped. “I’m going now.”

BamBam guffawed dramatically, with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She picked up a medicine utensil nearby, and threw it his way. He missed the pointy object barely, and he didn’t look impressed. “Are you kidding me?!”

Jannine smirked. “What?! It was on accident?” She crossed her arms under her chest.

He took some hand sanitizer in a spray bottle and pointed it towards her.

Jannine’s smirk went away.

But just as his finger pressed on the trigger, Jinyoung walked back in. “BamBam,” He scolded. “Stop playing around. I swear you still act like a kid. Gimme.”

As BamBam handed his friend back the container of sanitizer, Jannine gave him a mischievous smile as she wiped the disinfectant off her shirt using her hand, Jinyoung’s back turned to Jannine.

BamBam glared briefly, but didn’t say anything. He’d get payback, but Jannine would definitely be on the look out.

Yet, as Jinyoung gave her a wipe and a glass of water and was getting ready to walk out, he told both of his peers, “I’m sure you both can see your way out.”

But BamBam spoke. “Wait. Jinyoung, can she stay here until the morning? All the girls in her dorm hate her.”

Jannine’s eyes widened briefly, but she hung her head down; she was a tad embarrassed. Yet, Jinyoung replied with airily, “Sure. I don’t mind. Um. Let me find some spare clothes.” As Jinyoung went to do just that, Jannine still stared down at her lap embarrassedly. Yet, she muttered under her breath, “Thank you.”

BamBam wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She should have known that. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Jannine mumbled her thanks again.

“Jannine,” He said too brightly. “How am I supposed to hear you if you keep your head down? Sheesh.”

“Thank you, okay?” She said with annoyance. Due to the annoyance, she unintentionally projected her voice a bit better. “Gosh. Happy?”

BamBam gave her a small smile that made her double back.

Even though he’d given her a big, fake, and sarcastic grin a couple minutes ago, she didn’t notice how much of a difference it would be when he gave her a smile that softened his features as his eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them almost.

Before she could even think to remember it, the moment was gone when Jinyoung entered back into the room to give her some spare pajamas.

“This is a leftover of the old gym outfits ten years ago,” He said. “So, they might seem a little outdated.”

Jannine took her eyes off BamBam and looked at his friend. “No. Not at all. Thank you Jinyoung.”

He smiled with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the very back studying; pulling an all-nighter.” He turned and looked at his friend with a knowing look. “And you need to go back to the dorms. Teacher Park will catch you and report you to the headmaster.”

BamBam tch-ed. “You can’t do all-nighters here,” He said matter-of-factly. “What if Park decides to do his rounds here?”

Jinyoung sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “BamBam if you wanted to spend a night here as well, all you had to do was ask.”

Instead of confirming Jinyoung’s words, he said, “Admit it, you only pull all nighters because of Sister So-min.”

Jannine saw a bit of red make it’s way onto Jinyoung’s face. But he simply said to BamBam, “Stop deflecting. You know where to get the spare clothes.” He gave Jannine a bow and exited with BamBam falling behind him.

She shook her head at BamBam’s antics.

She then took out her phone and saw a message from Lisa:

Hey. Are you okay? One of my roommates said you jumped from the balcony. 😢

Jannine replied:

I’m okay. I’m actually staying at the school medic bay tonight.

Lisa:

Really? Why? Are you really okay?

Jannine:

I sprained my ankle. No biggie.

Lisa:

I’m glad you’re okay besides your ankle. See ya in the morning.

Jannine:

Khob Kun.

•••

As Jannine settled into one of the beds, BamBam came back in donning the Hnung Uni’s early 2010s gym uniform AKA “pajamas substitute”.

She turned to face the wall, simply telling herself that this would never be happening again (a one time occurrence) and he’d still act like a jerk the next day.

Yet, she did go ahead and ask a question that’d been bugging her for the last couple hours.

“Why’d you tell all the girls in the dorm to haze me in the middle of the night?”

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed as though she were calling him out on his bullshit. “You told all the girls in the dorm to come into my room in the middle of the night and cut my hair off.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about, khun.”

Jannine turned around to face him. “Whatever. I suppose you felt guilty. That’s why you’re being half-way decent.”

He sat on the bed on the other side of the room. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. I don’t even know your dorm room number.”

She let out a huff. “I can’t think of it being anyone else but you and your friends.”

BamBam laughed as though, this time, he were calling her bullshit. “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think a lot of people like you here.”

Jannine could feel the onset of tears, her face warm. But she put on an air of indifference. “So what? I deserve to be here like everyone else,” She replied with false-confidence. “And I haven’t even been here a full week and you can determine my social rank already?”

Surprisingly BamBam appeared to not have a ready response. As he settled into the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

“…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mai?”

“For the first day when I cut in front of you in the cafeteria.”

“Why are you apologizing now?”

“Because you’re right, I was being mean.”

“…”

“I won’t call you ‘Xi Ngo’ anymore.”

“What? You called me that?”

“Hey! You said it yourself that you were being mean.”

“Okay okay.”

“…”

“I’m sorry for putting that food on the back of your head.”

“Sorry for pushing you to the ground.”

“…”

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah. Milli and her gang would’ve beat me up and…And thank you for asking Jinyoung if I could stay here for the night.”

“…”

Jannine then realized he was just looking at her. Staring, but not saying a word.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her face getting warm. “Is there a boogie hanging from my nose?”

Instead of replying to her questions, BamBam gave her a ghost of a smile and said, “You are really an anomaly Ploychompoo.”

“Ploy chomp oo?”

BamBam shrugged, and then turned on his other side. “Everyone here has nicknames. I gave you one.”

Jannine raised a brow. But why did he give her the nickname? Either way, she didn’t want the nickname.

Yet, she knew that he would call her that despite her protest.

And if it kept him civil, she’d let him.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung peeked into the room and saw that both of his peers had managed to fall asleep. He smiled knowingly due to fact that BamBam’s eyes changed when he spoke to Jannine. It was unlike any face he’d seen on his friend. When he brought her in, holding her like he was on a manga rom com cover, his demeanor was at ease.

Jinyoung wasn’t going to share that with the other guys, but it was definitely something he was going to keep track of.

“Jin young?”

He turned around and saw that it was his sunbaenim who stood behind him. She gave him a smile. “What are you doing?”

He blushed madly, not sure if he’d flub his words. But he tried to talk anyway. “Um. Th- there were two peers who are, um, staying in the patient room. They’re both, um, recovering fro—“

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you,” She said gently. “But you should go and get some sleep too.”

“No. I need to get–“

She moved closer to him, their faces small inches apart. “Go and get some sleep.” She touched his face, touching the bags underneath his eyes. “You work too hard for your own good.”

“It’s oka–“

“No,” She said firmly. “I’ll be sure your friends are okay. You. Sleep. Now.”

“Sunbaenim–“

So-min trailed her hand down to the back of his neck. “Now.”

He didn’t say a word or protest any longer. He nodded and she removed her hands.

“Good.”

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kwanisms · 7 months

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please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» First Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; Y/N's first time with her boyfriend

»» Second Time ♧ i. jaebeom

➥ 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, Y/N has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.

»» Never Mine ♤ w. jackson

➥ 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with Y/N, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.

»» the Day Death Fell in Love ♤♧ p. jinyoung

➥ 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met Y/N.

ⓘ DISCLAIMER :: MONSTER/ALIEN FUCKER ENTHUSIAST ⓘ ©️ kwanisms 2024 | all works on this blog are protected under copyright. Do not repost, continue, or translate my works. All graphics made by me. Content and support banners made by me using cafekitsune's template.

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 angst #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #mark tuan x reader #jaebeom x reader #jackson wang x reader #jinyoung x reader #youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #yugyeom x reader #got7 masterlist

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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Thanks for stopping by~ ♡

If you would like to learn more about me, my content, or my request guidelines, please open this post.

I post fake texts, reactions, drabbles, and full fics (anywhere between 1500 and 6000 words). My texts are most commonly split between Hyung Line and Maknae Line, and they can vary quite a bit on how raunchy they are.

I'm very kink friendly and have been an active member of the bdsm community for 5+ years so I do not shy away from the vast majority of kinks, but they will always be written as realistically as possible. This means if you request heavier kinks or kinks that are on the deeper end of safety risks, I will do my best to write negotiation and consent checks into the story. I know we all love heavy fantasy content, but I personally will not write themes that imply any character is doing something against their own free will. I WILL, however, consider writing heavier themes if it is an idea that really sparks my interest.

I do not write anything involving character death or heavy angst, but I will write things along the lines of Yandere themes and criminal acts. Anything that does not involve the reader or main character being unwilling or having violent acts committed against them is fair game.

I do not write for ships, but I will write certain points of mxm interaction if it benefits the story (such as threesomes etc.)

I am VERY enthusiastic about fantasy creatures and will HAPPILY write your kinky werewolf fanfic if you ask nicely! I also won't shy away from A/B/O dynamics if you're so inclined... or hybrids. I love me some hybrids.

If you're unsure about whether I'd be willing to write your request, please take a look at my list below of wills and wonts. If you don't see what you want on there, shoot me a message or an ask.

Ult group: Stray Kids

Bias: ♡♡Changbin♡♡

Wrecker: Seungmin

Personality: I have been described as Spicy, Witty and Dog Coded. I love deeply and aggressively and usually communicate that through being cheeky, flirty and a little bit of a bully to the people I'm giving affection too.

Personal Account: @bunniebinnie for kpop, @bunniedreams for the uhhhh horny kinky stuff

Favourite Song now: Last Breath - Mark Tuan

Favourite Colour: Pastel Yellow (true yellow, not the orange or green tinted yellows)

Favourite Book: Ultraviolet

Hobbies: writing, photography, collecting plush toys, gaming, drawing

Age: 25 years old

For the astrology hotties: Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Pisces rising

Pet peeve: The sound of chewing gum

How long have I been writing: I have been writing fanfic for about 7 years. I had 2 old blogs, one dedicated to nct and one for stray kids, but I chose to start over after an extended hiatus (moving, work, life).

You may recognise some of the content here, and if you do, please feel free to ask. I will never copy another persons work, but I may repost some of my old work that I enjoyed with some edits.

Do you write cnc?

A: Depends on the context, but generally, I will say yes as long as there is no violence (oitside of impact play) and I can write it with negotiation and context.

Is your favourite content to write?

A: I really like doing drabbles and anything Hybrid related. I love hybrids. Have I mentioned that I love hybrids¿

Do you only write Sub Reader?

A: Nope! I'm a switch through and through so I will write whatever role the people are interested in!

Do our request have to have kink in them?

A: Not at all! I love wholesome vanilla content just as much as the messed up spicy stuff.

How do we send requests?

A: Just jump into my ask box and ramble your idea to me. You can be as detailed or vague as you want, but please include if you want it to be written without the use of pronouns!

Why do you add banners to everything?

A: I just think they're fun! I like my cute lil doodles.

Do you have any other blogs?

A: ooft, quite a few! @thefantasydenarchives for all my asks and polls, etc so I can keep this blog somewhat organised, @bunniebinnie is for my kpop fic recs and anything else kpop related, @markmein for my NCT content (needs work) and @bunniedreams for my personal stuff

Will write:

Edge play kinks, fictional creatures (hybrids, werewolves, ghosts), ot8 scenarios, threesomes and anything above a threesome, dubious consent, unhinged member x reader, violence NOT committed against reader, ftm reader, marijuana use.

Will not write:

Pregnant reader, lactation kink, barely legal, high school, young reader x much older member and vice versa, dad stray kids, parent reader, hard drug use, violence against reader, character death, heavy angst, cheating.

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markliving · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My question is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.

All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.

masterpost | who do i write |

GOT7

mark tuan

one-shot

let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |

your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |

series

til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin

im jaebeom (jay b)

one-shot

ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer

jackson wang

one-shot

my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |

there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words

park jinyoung

one-shot

lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |

BTS

min yoongi

one-shot

better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer

unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |

Stremers/Youtubers

quackity

one-shot

corrector cursed - cc!quackity x f!reader, use of his real name, just fluff |

series

be the poet and i will be your soldier - quackity x reader, lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | ongoing

↳ one | two | three | four | five

Harry Potter (marauders era)

sirius black

one-shot

five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words

behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |

Top Gun: Maverick

jake seresin

one-shot

meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |

Football

son heung-min

one-shot

strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |

Marvel

bucky barnes

one-shot

after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending

jason tood

one-shot

a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words

One Piece

portgas d. ace

one-shot

special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |

roronoa zoro

one-shot

reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |

Jujutsu Kaisen

gojo satoru

one-shot

miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words

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winter-dayz · 7 months

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

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

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

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

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

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

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

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

______________________________________________________________

disclaimer:

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

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

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Request 22

Mark’s wife thinks he’s crazy after he witnesses a murder ~ SFW ~ Cursing ~ Mental Breakdown ~ Hints to Murder ~ Angst ~ Crying ~ No one believes Mark and he starts to doubt himself ~ 2.1K

‘Gotta run…g-gotta get out of here’

Mark’s body moves on autopilot as he rushes to his car. He nearly crashes into the side of his vehicle as he scrambles to fish his keys from his pocket. Glancing over his shoulder, Mark jumps when a shadow moves, and he jumps into his car. Not even letting the engine warm up in the chilly air before he pulls off. The tires squeal as he shoots out of the parking lot and he almost crashes into a parked car, cursing as he swerves out of the way. Mark’s heart is pounding in his chest, and he feels lightheaded as he tries to process what he just saw. ‘T-there’s no way…right?’ Shaking his head, Mark turns on the radio to drowned out his thoughts, he needs to show his wife…she’ll confirm it with her own eyes.

Stumbling into the house, Mark calls for his wife, not bothering to take his shoes off and leaving the front door wide open. “Y/N! Y-Y/N!” Mark shouts and Y/N comes out of the kitchen, her eyes wide as she takes in the shaking state of her husband.

“Mark? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!” Y/N rushes over to Mark’s side and checks over his body.

“No. I-I’m fine, b-but I saw-” Mark swallows down the lump in his throat that refuses to let him speak. Grabbing hold of his wife’s shoulders, Mark stares into her dark eyes, “D-do you trust me?”

“I – yes. Always.”

Mark nods his head at her words and grabs her hand, “I have to show you something.”

You stare at the empty space in front of you and frown as Mark shakes his head. “No. No, this isn’t right.” Mark points to the spot in front of him and turns to face you. “I-I saw him! I swear, I saw him!”

You raise an eyebrow and give Mark a slow clap to which he purses his lips. “Uh, huh. Real funny Mark.” You deadpan and Mark opens his mouth, but you shake your head turning on your heel. You yelp when Mark grabs your wrist and pulls you farther into the deserted alleyway. “Mark! Let go, this isn’t funny!”

“I’m not fucking around, Y/N! I saw someone die here, tonight.”

“There’s nothing here!” You wrench your wrist free from Mark’s hold and cross your arms over yourself. “I-I want to go home, now.”

Mark freezes at your tone and his shoulders slump before he nods his head, “You really don’t believe me?”

You frown at Mark’s words and walk up to him. You cup his face in your hands and he rests his hands on your hips. “If you say you’re not lying, then okay. I believe you, but do you think you could have misunderstood what you saw? Are you sure this is the right alleyway?” Mark’s grip on your hips tightens and you sigh, “Look, it’s late and the lighting here sucks. We can come back tomorrow and have another look, okay?”

Walking in the front door, you pull your heels off and let them hang off your fingers as you shut the front door and lock it behind you. It has been a little over a week since Mark took you to the murder scene and you wish you could say that it has been forgotten, but that would be a lie. You strain your ears, trying to hear any hint of Mark’s whereabouts, but you hear nothing. Walking farther into the house, you poke your head into the living room and kitchen, finding both places empty. You start to chew on the inside of your bottom lip and head up the steps. First you check your bedroom, and the bed is made.

The sound of the shower is muffled by the closed door, and you sigh thankfully that Mark is out of bed. Smiling you, set your shoes in the closet and walk over to the bathroom door, twisting the handle. Pushing open the door gently, your eyes widen when you see Mark sitting in the corner of the shower crying.

“Mark!” You hurry over to the shower and jump in, not caring about your clothes or hair for that matter as you lower yourself to the shower floor and pull Mark into your arms. His body shakes as he sobs into your chest and your own eyes start to burn. “I-it’s okay…” You tighten your hold on Mark’s body and just hold him, saying nothing as your mind races. This isn’t healthy and Mark needs help. Clearly whatever happened that night is having a real impact on his mental state.

The water soon turns cold, and you have to drag Mark out of the shower. Shivering, you dry Mark off with a towel and wrap one around his head, to dry his hair while you strip out of your soaking wet clothes. You throw on one of Mark’s t-shirts and a pair of panties before you turn your attention back to Mark. His face is swollen from crying and there are dark bags underneath his eyes from not sleeping.

“Babe,” You unwrap the towel from around Mark’s head as he sits on the edge of the bed unmoving. You stand in between his legs and run your fingers through is damp hair. “I think you should talk to someone about what you…saw.”

“I don’t need a shrink. I’m not crazy!” Mark snaps and pushes you away from him. He groans and pushes his hair from his face, tangling his fingers in the strands and pulling. “I fucking know what I saw, Y/N!” Mark glares at you and is quickly falls when he sees the hurt expression on your face. Tears blur his vision, and he wipes at his nose, “S-sorry,” he mutters with a sniffle, and you nod your head, your slowly drying hair shrinking with each passing second. “Sit down, I’ll dry your hair.” Mark grabs a few pillows from the bed and places them on the floor before he offers you a watery smile.

You sit in the waiting room of a psychologist’s office with Mark next to you. You can tell that he is chewing on his bottom lip from behind his mask, so you take hold of his hand and lace your fingers together. Silently, you play with the wedding ring on his finger and Mark focuses on your light touches. Sighing, Mark slouches down in the seat and rests his head on your shoulder. He inhales deeply and lets the scent of your coco butter and sunflower lotion muddle his loud thoughts. He closes his eyes, and you rest your head on top of his, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

The doctor comes out of her room, an older woman in her late forties and walks over with a smile on her face. You give Mark’s hand a little shake and he opens his eyes just at the doctor reaches him. “Mark?” Mark nods his head and sits up straighter in his seat. “I’m doctor Ashlee Simp, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to talk in my office?”

Mark glances at you and you tug your mask down, quickly kisses his cheek before you pull your mask back up. “I’ll be right here waiting, babe.” Mark sighs and slowly lets go of your hand before he stands up and follows Doctor Simp to her office. Once the door closes, you sigh and quickly wipe at the tears trying to fall. You hope this will help Mark get better with a few more visits.

What wishful thinking. After the second session, Doctor Simp prescribes Mark some medicine and you notice that after a week he hasn’t been taking it. On Mark’s third visit to Doctor Simp, you hear shouting coming from the office and before you can react, security barges into the office to restrain Mark. You rush to the door and try to push through the beefy men, but they hold you back.

“What are you – Get off of him!” You scream as one of the men holds Mark down with his knee on Mark’s spine. Hearing your voice Mark cries as he throws his hand out towards you. “Mark!” You kick at the guards’ legs and Doctor Simp finally steps in having seen enough. Wordlessly, she makes the guards move from in front of you and you rush to Mark’s side. The guard on top him, steps away and you cradle Mark’s head into your lap as he holds you tightly. His tears burn through your shirt, and you try to ease his fear as he trembles in your arms. You glare up at the doctor and she sighs.

“It would be in mister Tuan’s best interest to spend a few days in our Psychiatric department so that we can monitor his behavior properly. He has not taken any of his medication, correct?”

You glance down at Mark and smooth his hair from his forehead, “He shouldn’t be forced to take medication if he doesn’t want to.”

Doctor Simp sighs at your statement and squats down to your level, “Mrs. Tuan, your husband is experiencing symptoms of PTSD and mixed with his current depression-”

“He won’t hurt himself!” You snap and Doctor Simp raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Mark buries his face closer into your stomach and you frown. You look down at Mark in your arms and try to blink the tears in your eyes away, “Mark…” You clear your throat a few times as tears block your words and Mark slowly picks his head up, pulling himself away from your stomach enough to meet your eyes. “Baby-”

“Don’t do this to me, Y/N! Please! I-I’m not crazy. I-”

“Just for a little while, okay?” You try to smile as tears roll down your face and Mark shakes his head. He sits up and you pull him into a feverish kiss. He holds you tightly, groaning against your lips as he silently begs for you not to let him go. Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against Mark’s keeping your eyes closed, “I can’t help you.” Your voice breaks as you admit the truth and before Mark can respond the guards snatch him away. Mark’s cries ring in your ears as he’s dragged away while you sob on the floor of Doctor Simp’s office.

“You did the right thing, Mrs. Tuan.”

Six hours after you left Doctor Simp’s office, you are sitting on the couch crying to Jaebeom on the phone. He was one of Mark’s good online friends that you have had the pleasure of housing a few times for intense game nights. Jaebeom has been talking to you for the past two hours and your eyes are sore along with your throat.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? I know you feel like shit, but you can’t do anything about it right now.”

“I-I know, Jae. I just hate how betrayed Mark looked. Like, like I plunged a knife into his back.”

Jaebeom sighs on the other end of the phone, “You can’t act like you don’t understand why, right?”

“I know w-” You glance at the tv and the phone drops from your hands as you read the headline. “Oh, no…” You watch as police move around on screen in the very alleyway that Mark had taken you. In the distance you can see four, maybe five white sheets covering what you assume to be bodies and your blood runs cold. You grab your phone with shaking hands, “I-I have to get Mark out right now. He-he wasn’t lying, Jae!”

“What?”

“The news! Turn on the news!”

Pushing yourself off the couch, you rush to the front door and slip on your sneakers, not caring about your appearance. Plenty of women have gone outside in destroyed sweats, a hoodie with no bra and a hot pink bonnet. “I’ll call you back when I get Mark out.” You hang up on Jaebeom and jump into your car, buckling yourself in with shaking hands. “I am so sorry, Mark.” Doing eighty all the way to the hospital, you are surprised that you haven’t been stopped and when you rush into the building, the poor nurse at the front is stuttering as you demand for your husband to be released.

“He’s not crazy! Look at the fucking news!”

A supervisor comes out and you quickly explain the situation to which he tells you to sit down so that he can verify the information. An hour later police as coming through the front doors and Mark is being led over to you. He spots you before you spot him and his whole body relaxes. “Y/N!” Mark calls your name and you run into his arms. He holds you tightly, swinging you around as you cry into his chest. “T-they told me what’s going on. I told you I wasn’t crazy!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Mark!”

Mark crashes his lips into yours and swallows down your sobs, “They’ll catch that bastard, I’ll make sure of it.”

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Nothing More(M) - Four

~5k words; hi everyone! I am so happy to see this story is still growing wings after so much time, and that you still take some time to read it. Thank you for that! In exchange, I'll give you some crazy action. Enjoy~

I’ve learnt my lesson now… I shouldn’t have had sex with you because I knew, I knew that I’d fall in love with you. You are the person someone would be lucky to be in love with.

“So? What are you guys doing tonight? I’m sure there must be something!”

Leena’s cheerful demeanor put a smile on the barista’s face as well. Not intentionally trying, but she attracted everyone to herself like a magnet.

“Ah, I don’t know. We didn’t plan anything, I mean I am at my cousin’s club tonight,” said Samantha, dipping her head in a silent thank you for her double cappuccino. The little coffee spot by the hospital was just perfect to savor an early august morning, on a Friday that started slower and lazier than all other days.

Leena was not pleased with Samantha’s answer. “Really? Did not plan anything? You tell me, for once in forever, you open your soul up to a guy, after which you two talk non-stop, like a married couple, only to tell me you are taking a shift at the club the day he’s coming back?”

“Well, we don’t talk non-stop, I mean he’s got shows to do and I am taking consults—”

“Outrageous.” Concluded Leena and seated herself at a secluded table. Samantha followed soon enough. “It is exactly because you are taking consults again that I can’t comprehend why you’re running away from him. For God’s sake, you had a surgery.”

Samantha’s eyes fell to the milky foam of her coffee cup. “I had a surgery.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The woman nodded her head. “Like it was the first time. Thrilling, exciting. But knowing exactly what to do.”

“Just allow yourself to love the guy.”

Samantha scoffed as if Leena had just told her she won the lottery. Highly unlikely, but a possibility even so. “Oh please, I don’t love Mark.”

Leena arched her eyebrows and took a sip of her espresso. “No shit you don’t.”

“No, really. You don’t love a guy who goes up on a stage every night to rip his shirt off and has thousands of girls lining up to get a piece.”

“And does he?” Leena inched closer to Samantha. “Give a piece? Do tell.”

“Well,” Samantha crossed her arms over her chest. ”Says he doesn’t.”

“Yeah, cause when you assumed he was out whoring he was sleeping.”

“He was sleeping. I think I know a thing of two about him sleeping.”

Leena urged the other to go on. “What else? Ripping his shirt off on the stage you mentioned.”

“Aren’t these kind of guys players? If I look up a photo of last night’s concert, I’ll bet my entire salary that I find one with those tattooed abs of his shoved in my face.” Samantha said, and Leena could not detect even an ounce of regret or sadness in her voice. More like intrigued jealousy.

“You asked him to be your fuck buddy,” with the hand holding the cap, Leena extended an index to point to the other. “Don’t call him a player. Because he was anything but.”

Just as Samantha was opening her mouth to protest, the screen of her phone lit up with a couple of messages. Her actions were stopped to scan the texts with her eyes and a smile tugged at her lips.

“Mhm,” Leena said, tilting her head towards the direction of the phone. “What did he say?”

“Ah, that he’s preparing to go to the airport.”

“The exact words?”

She knew she did not have any chance to escape Leena at that point. “Quote: good morning beautiful. I hope you have an amazing day today. We’re gathering our stuff to fly out. Can’t wait to see you again. End of quotation.”

“Such a player, no?” Leena mocked surprise then laughed at Samantha, who had nothing to contest about what her friend outlined so harshly. In the days following their late-night conversation when Mark was in New Delhi, they kept closely in touch, each texting one another when they found a moment of quiet in their busy schedules. Their discussions did not delve into much depth but were more like quick check-ups to strengthen the connection. Samantha would tell Mark about her days and her patients, and he would ask questions to clarify topics, or would give compliments to praise her work. Mark in turn would talk about the concerts, and the cities he’d fly to, and it took Samantha’s breath away every time he’d say he would take her with him to see what he saw.

Samantha grabbed the phone from the table surface to text Mark back. “What am I even doing, Leena?”

[To: Mark] good morning to you too, Mark 😊

[To: Mark] always aiming to put a smile on my face huh?

[To: Mark] safe travels!! I missed you too

[To: Mark] having a shift at the club tonight, meet me there? I’ll talk to my cousin to leave earlier

“What you are doing,” Leena started, twirling the cup around to play with the dark brown liquid “is not acknowledging your feelings. I can understand you’re still scarred because of Henry but Mark is not him. And I think he’ll help you heal.”

A short ding came from Samantha’s phone almost instantly.

[From: Mark] took you long enough to tell me you missed me

[From: Mark] thanks, flights back home are always tougher

[From: Mark] I’ll be there. there’s a cool skate rink nearby that’s open till late

[From: Mark] if you wanna go, ofc

A sigh escaped Samantha’s lips as her eyes scanned the mobile screen. “I know,” Samantha lifted the phone for Leena to see the texts and the other gave a small gesture, indicating she was on Mark’s side. “I guess I never allowed myself to get over Henry entirely. Not fair to Mark.”

“You said you’d talk to him, right? Besides, you’ve already fucked each other, it’s not like you don’t know intimacy.”

Both Leena and Samantha laughed. Then a lingering expression followed on Samantha’s features. “Mark said he couldn’t make love to me and leave the following day like the next guy.”

Leena’s eyes widened in clear surprise. “Mark said he’s making love to you.”

“It’s just sex, I know. That was an exaggeration.”

“Sam,” Leena adjusted the empty cup on the table and took Samantha’s hands into her own, and, albeit a dramatic gesture, she meant all the seriousness she could muster. “Talk to him. Tell him how you truly feel. He’s not seeing you as a simple fuck buddy anymore. Mark will prove this to you, most likely sooner rather than later.”

During the rest of the day, Samantha felt restless, restless with Leena’s words echoing in her mind, restless with Mark’s words flooding over, time after time. Samantha’s life was growing busier by the day, word of her returning to practice bringing more patients which required her knowledgeable care. She returned to observing surgeries, involving herself in helping whenever necessary, and taking upon other surgeries. Ultimately, she couldn’t make sense of why she allowed herself to be so consumed of Henry’s mistakes and treatment. Why she pulled away from the thing that made the most sense. It was so long ago that she couldn’t remember what prompted her to tug away. It should have been a sign to start anew.

And then life was growing busier by the day with Mark intoxicating her thoughts. A wicked game, chasing away feelings which only returned stronger, more vivid. Samantha did miss Mark, in his entirety. She missed the cozy scent of his Tom Ford cologne when he embraced her, she missed the coarse gentle tone of his voice when he made jokes, and she missed his passionate way of making love.

Samantha decided she would give Mark a chance, beyond just being her fuck buddy.

With that conviction in mind, Samantha left the hospital and rode straight home to prepare herself for the night, in both mental and physical terms. All her makeup products and brushes felt so unfamiliar she found herself wondering when the last time was when she took the time to pamper herself. She dressed herself with a burgundy low-shoulder crop top, with flowy butterfly long sleeves, and a plain black pair of jeans to hug her curves. Samantha gave her hair the freedom to bounce with the wind to complete her look. A quick text exchange with her cousin gave her the green light to leave the club as soon as Mark showed up.

At around 9:30, Samantha arrived at the club, shortly before it opened to the public. Changwook was there as well, an all hands on deck kind of night.

“Hey stranger,” Changwook lifted his head from the bar sink and was thrown off guard by Samantha’s looks. He had to clear his throat to regain his composure. “You’re beautiful.”

“Today only?” Samantha retorted and approached the bar counter, shoving a small backpack under it. She ran a strand of hair behind her ear and Changwook looked away.

“Guess I wasn’t the chosen one.” He stated and threw Samantha an apron. She looked at him with an apologetic look but couldn’t find anything right to say. “It’s cool, really, least I tried.”

“Changwook, it’s not your fault. I’m just…”

Changwook smiled and waved his hand in dismissal. “Not interested. Let’s get to business, we’re opening soon.”

As the night grew deeper, the club welcomed many eager customers to announce yet another successful night for Samantha’s cousin. From behind the bar counter, Samantha noticed a good number of celebrities intertwined in the crowd and her eyes couldn’t help but wander around in search for Mark. In the serving haste, her apron became drenched with water and alcohol, so she whispered to Changwook’s ear that she would go to the back room to get another. Mingling through the crowd, Samantha arrived quickly at the changing room and closed the door behind her. She opened her locker to grab a fresh apron and was just finishing untying the dirty one, when the door clicked open.

Samantha’s lips couldn’t contain an enthusiastic yet nervous smile. She straightened her body, fixing her hair quickly with a swift motion of the hand before turning to the direction of the sound.

She could never have been prepared for the stature towering in front of the closed door.

A white half-transparent shirt which wrapped a chiseled body, with a silver bracelet at the hand lingering in one of the fabric pockets of the trousers, in a stance Samantha knew like the back of her hand. His hair was sleeked back, only a rebel strand playing at his thick eyelashes.

“Henry.” Samantha breathed, the delight of her expression faltering all too soon. She felt her throat choking.

“It’s too bad that happiness on your face was not for me. And saddening you look so bitter instead.” Henry spoke, maintaining a velvety smile. “I’m happy to see you.”

Henry took a couple steps closer to Samantha. She kept her ground. “I’m not. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so rude.” With each step he took forward, Samantha took one back, until her back was pressed against the cold metal of the lockers. She was looking at him sharply in the eye. “It’s been almost two years, I missed you.”

Samantha pushed a hand to his chest to warn him not to get any closer. Henry complied, keeping at a distance that was still not comfortable for her. “Don’t get any closer. Don’t give me the speech on how you missed me after you humiliated me in front of the entire hospital. I want you to leave.”

It took every ounce of Samantha’s strength an effort to confront Henry at a time like that. If there was anything he was good at, it was taking people by surprise at the wrong moments. The first time in a long while Henry was not residing in the back of her head appeared to be the magic trick to summon him into her life again. When he still had a lot of control over her feelings and her reactions.

Henry drew in closer, his tall stature hovering over her. He kept carrying the same smile, trying to ease the tension between them. When he raised a hand to cup Samantha’s cheek, her body quivered and froze all at once.

“But I’ve heard so many great things about you, darling. Management position, and once again operating. When we see each other tomorrow morning at the hospital, I’d really like to know why you stopped taking surgeries.”

There was not enough time for Samantha to process Henry’s words because the door clicked open to interrupt the scene.

There he was, the reason for Samantha’s happiness, even more handsome with a brown short-sleeved shirt and straight grey trousers, which indicated he took the effort to care for his looks. In his hand, he held a breathtaking bouquet arrangement with delicate snapdragons, elegant red roses, fragrant dianthus, and vibrant alstroemeria. A bouquet of a Parisian romance.

There was Mark, with a smile that lit up Samantha’s whole world, now evaporated into oblivion. At a closer look, you could still distinguish a faint trace of a smile, probably in excitement to see you again. Samantha would never come to know whether that was true. The thing she would know and would remember was Mark’s sadness unskillfully hidden behind a bleak smile.

Mark was not supposed to see that. Had the Universe been kind for once, he should have never seen what he just had. Panic was outlined all over Samantha’s features as soon as her eyes locked with Mark’s desolated ones. With the way he carried himself, even more masculine and so sure of himself, Henry would never guess Mark took a hefty blow.

“Thanks for the chat.” He stated simply and threw a brief look in Henry’s direction before backing away from the room. The murmur of a phrase that became so intimate to her was now the reason the tense air of the room strangled her out.

Samantha slapped Henry’s hand away from her cheek, tears crippling at her eyes. Henry’s gaze grew curious. “So he was the one your happiness was for. Maybe I should thank him.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” Grunted Samantha and unpeeled herself from the lockers to chase after Mark. She swam through the crowd to get to the bar counter and reached for her backpack in a hurried motion. Changwook’s attention was diverted to her, and he had to look twice when he noticed her tears in his peripheral vision.

“Samantha—”

Samantha lifted her hand in the air to keep the distance and she dashed away, reaching the outside of the club a tad too late. The only sighting of Mark was the bouquet of flowers left desolately on a nearby bench. Samantha stretched her arms to lift it from the bleak wood and a card fell to the ground. She picked it up and a tear fell on the black ink inside the ceramic envelope. Mark’s handwriting lived inside, just for her.

Would you like to be my date?

The fifth call ended to voicemail. Samantha paced back and forth in her living room, fingers covering her mouth while the other hand was clenched on the phone. The moon hung high in the sky yet the translucent gleam painting over the flowers altered them to cast a painful sadness throughout Samantha’s house. She sat down on the couch, an inhibited tiny stream of tears flowing down her cheek. Samantha paid no attention to Murphy whose paws were patting all over her legs, in an attempt to soothe her sorrow. Poor thing couldn’t know why she was so sad, and she didn’t allow him to ease her mind. Murphy settled on curling himself against her feet, waiting patiently for her to let him in.

After some time spent in silence, she chuckled. The whole situation was, in fact, hilarious. Samantha leaned her back onto the couch, eyes fixated on the nothingness of the ceiling. At one point, she thought about going to Mark’s house. The impediment was that she did not know where he lived. And another impediment would be that he made himself clear he would not be happy with her company.

It was funny how things decided to play out the way they did. The perfume of the fresh flowers made her wonder if Mark picked them by himself. Mark was supposed to find out everything, she was supposed to tell him about Henry being the reason she so adamantly pushed him away. Mark was not supposed to see Henry so close in her proximity, touching her so familiarly and playing all the right cards to have her frozen in place.

Now Mark was everywhere, a permanent resident in her mind, a permanent resident in her soul, he was everything Samantha wanted and everything that was sliding away.

The rest of the night passed at an agonizingly slow speed. Samantha spent much of it on the couch, brown orbs dashing back and forth between the flowers on the coffee table and the dark screen of her phone. She managed to doze off for a little while, still aware of her surroundings, and the only scene that replayed in her mind was the handsome image of Mark, with the spending smile on his lips and the ruffle in his hairstyle. It stopped there, and it then replayed from the top. It was like nothing else existed.

It was then she took the decision to go and visit him directly at his studio. At the crack of dawn, Samantha gently awoke Murphy from her feet and took the opportunity to grab some fresh air while walking him. By the time she realized she hadn’t taken off her make-up, she could only hope the mascara was not smeared too much. Feeling a tad more refreshed after the walk, Samantha fed her little man and reassured him, with loving snuggles and pats in his fur, that he was loved and appreciated. With a little bark he must have understood the message.

Samantha took a shower to cleanse off the events of the previous night and went to put on her office outfit for the day. Having early consultations and a surgery check-up scheduled for the second part of the day, she texted her attending that she would join them some time after the rounds. Then, she texted Leena.

[To: Leena] morning Leena, will be late today for rounds, don’t wait up

[From: Leena] oh? Mark kept you up all night?

[To: Leena] something happened last night and we couldn’t be with each other

[To: Leena] I’ll tell you when we meet

[From: Leena] ok, I’ll cover for you

[From: Leena] I’m still good to go on OBGYN.

Mark’s group’s studio was not too far away from the hospital, and Samantha parked her motorcycle outside of the tall building. The sudden visit was not planned ahead by Samantha who let her feelings take the lead. Not the one to usually lose composure, it rarely happened for her to give her heart the reins. Samantha tied her helmet to the bike and strengthened her white coat under the leather motorcycle jacket.

Inside the building, the modern lobby was guarded by three security guards, with subtle movements but ever so vigilant. They cocked their eyebrows as the clicks of her heels echoed against the black marble, her hospital badge dangling by the pocket.

Samantha approached the receptionist’s desk. “Hi, my name is Doctor Samantha Stoss, I am looking for Mark Tuan.”

“Hello. I am sorry but the group is not expecting any visitors today. Should I say you dropped by?”

At the nearby elevator, Samantha heard two other dancers discussing choreography for Mark’s group and that they’d get breakfast before joining them. Which meant that Mark was there, at that exact moment. Samantha’s heart picked up a beat in her chest.

“Yes, thank you, I’ll wait in the visitor’s area for when he’ll be available.”

Samantha was guided by security to the floor where the group was at, and was instructed to wait in the lobby area, where a couple of other people were sitting. All the other people were too busy to notice the moment she left the lobby, to walk towards the hall with the practice studios. Most of the rooms were still devoid of light, except for a singular one at the far end of the hall, where muffled laughter animated the atmosphere. The echo of her heeled steps was reverberating in her ears, enough to stifle the emotions in her chest.

The door to the studio was open and Samantha stopped in the frame.

“Mark.”

Collectively, all the sounds dissolved into thin air, and all the other members stopped dead in their various stretching positions. Mark was sitting on the floor as he tilted his head backwards to look at Samantha. It seemed that, initially, he couldn’t believe Samantha was standing in their doorframe.

“Oh, so you are Mark’s girlfriend? You are astonishing.” Bambam tweedled and Jackson had to muffle his mouth to prevent him from saying anything further, notwithstanding with his own lips parted in blatant shock. One had to give it to him, he was good at breaking a brutal silence. A couple of paces nearby, Samantha noticed Jinyoung smiling at her and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say his greeting smile was razor-sharp. All of a sudden, Samantha wondered how Mark spoke of her to the guys. If he did, at all.

“Excuse us a moment, guys.” Mark straightened his body from the floor, his eyes never leaving Samantha’s silhouette. Samantha stepped aside, allowing Mark to walk by and guide them both to an empty studio nearby. He closed the door behind them with a powerful motion, which tied a knot in Samantha’s stomach.

She was searching for any sentiment in Mark’s posture, be it anger, sadness, excitement, anything it could have been. She was met with stoicism instead.

“You didn’t return my calls.” Began Samantha. Mark simply nodded. “And you haven’t texted back, either.”

“Yeah, I didn’t. Figured you’d be busy.”

The harshness of his words made Samantha wince. “Don’t do this Mark.”

“I’m not doing anything. We’re leaving again day after tomorrow and…”

He stopped for a moment and it took her breath away. Mark’s mask was slowly starting to fade away. It was then Samantha noticed his eyes were tired. They had so few moments together and an entire night out of those was ruined, because of Henry. Because of her.

“…we’re rehearsing a new set. So, I really have just a moment. Why are you here?”

Samantha wanted to inch closer to him, to hug him, to get lost in his presence. She refrained from doing so. “I’m here because I missed you, Mark. Because last night was a huge misunderstanding and because you didn’t allow me to explain.”

“Explain?” Mark called out in an even voice, but his hand threw the hood of his sweatshirt to rake his hair in a precipitous movement. “You told me no one touched you since I left. That you don’t think anyone will. We were supposed to go out on a date, and I come pick you up to what?”

“Mark, listen to me—”

“Sam, he touched you like he knew you inside out, like he did that a thousand times before. “

“Mark, stop—”

“I don’t know you inside out.”

Samantha’s eyes narrowed to prevent another set of tears from forming behind her eyelids. Mark’s hands dropped to his sides as he took a deep, fatigued breath. “I know I’m just the sex but at least don’t lead me on if you have no other plans for us.”

“Mark, Henry is the more I needed to tell you about!”

Samantha raised her voice, and she didn’t realize a tear escaped away from its enclosure. At its sight, Mark’s features instantly soothed. “I took the flowers home Mark, thank you for not throwing them away. They were beautiful. Yes, I want to be your date, and yes, I am sad you are leaving so soon and I’m throwing us away. I want you to understand Henry has no place in my present, or in my future.”

“Henry,” Mark started, checking his smartwatch as it vibrated, “has a place in your present if he gets to touch you and halt your every move like he seemed to do last night. I gotta go. I’ll call.”

“Will you really?” Samantha exhaled, watching Mark’s back as he turned to walk away. He looked at her over his shoulder.

“Yes. I’ll call.”

The ride back to the hospital was agonizing, even if fast. There were seeds of doubt and uneasiness planted into her mind. Part of her wanted to believe that Mark would call, and he’d grant her the chance to set the record straight, but the better part of herself pushed her to believe he would pack his bags and get out of her life. Samantha barely had time to gather herself together, just as she got ambushed right at the entrance by both Jonathan and Leena. And they were far from being happy.

“Would you care to tell us why Henry is back and why he’s so boastfully claiming to having you back?”

Jonathan’s voice woke Samantha from her trance. Without any warning, the events of the previous night stretched farther than Mark looking handsome and ready to sweep her off her feet.

When we see each other tomorrow morning at the hospital, I’d really like to know why you stopped taking surgeries. Samantha felt like she was going to throw up.

“So, it was true.” she said quietly, arming herself with the realest impassivity she was able to forge.

“What do you mean it was true? Why is the bastard here?”

“Jonathan, I have no idea, okay?” Samantha turned to him, and Jonathan’s eyes noticed the anger blended with the heartache in her hazel irises. “He barged into the club last night, surprised me into the changing room and touched my cheek and it made my body tighten. Just as Mark opened the door and looked at me like I was the most disgusting whore on the planet. So, don’t fucking ask me.”

Leena reached to Samantha to envelop her in an embrace. “Sweetie, are you okay? Why didn’t you call me, either of us? Did you get any sleep?”

Samantha shook her head as she tightened the hug. “Not much, no. I went to see Mark this morning. Needless to say, it went badly.”

Jonathan was boiling with displeasure but if anyone saw him from outside, they’d never guess he was ire. Only by his glassy emerald eyes.

“What did he tell you, guys?”

“Certainly, didn’t speak much,” Jonathan concluded, and Leena had to slide her fingers over his knuckles to untighten his hand from the pressure. “He joined the rounds this morning, my neuro rounds. When chief asked for you, he said you’d had a rough night. Gosh, Sam, you should have called us because I was about to smash his head in, thinking he’d forced himself upon you.”

“I’m fine, Jonathan,” at least physically, she was. Mentally, Samantha was only just juggling the tumult. “Henry joined your rounds because there’s only one attending spot in neuro, we all knew.”

Samantha locked her eyes with Jonathan’s. “We’re not waging wars. I am going to walk in there, with my head held high, and I am going to confront him.”

“How can you be so calm? Why are you so calm? Henry’s got no place here, with none of us.”

In the distance, Samantha’s gaze fell upon Henry, absentmindedly flirting with a nurse, while his awareness was invested in her. If she allowed herself to give into her emotions, they would consume her entirely.

“That’s not for any of us to decide. It’s for you to decide if you’re better than him as attending.”

Jonathan couldn’t believe his ears. He was watching Samantha as she walked into the building, in a straight path to the devil. Within himself, he acknowledged she was not in the same spot Henry left her, two years ago. Jonathan was afraid that one wrong move would make her crumble.

“Good morning to you, my fair lady.” Henry shifted his position on the elbow leaning against the nurse’s station, to face Samantha with an inviting smirk. “Can I interest you with a coffee?”

“Doctor Carter,” Samantha acknowledged him, waiting for her charts to be delivered to the nurse’s station. Henry allowed his gaze to observe Samantha’s leather motorcycle jacket, over a tight crayon olive dress, and her doctor’s coat matching the white stilettos on her feet. Samantha was very aware of his charade. It was the same he used to win her from Jonathan, years ago. “No thank you, I’m drinking tea now.”

Henry chuckled, clasping his hands together. “Are you comfortable riding the bike on those gorgeous heels? Jimmy Choos?”

“Look, doctor Carter,” Samantha took the charts from the station, a silent smile directed to the nurse. At that point, not only did she realize she could not compare with Samantha, but she couldn’t keep up with Henry. “Let me set things straight. One, stop claiming me as if I’m some object. Two, I prefer not to intersect paths with you.”

“Oh? So why did you ditch lovely doctor Williams there to talk to me?”

At any given point, Samantha would have succumbed to Henry’s charms. But she took a good look at him, and he was not Mark, and he would never be. Henry had the element of surprise when his fingers brushed against her skin. Samantha was not completely sure her body would fight back should there be another intentional touch of his, but her mind was.

“You see, Henry,” Samantha looked up at him to counter the lingering smirk on his lips. Admittedly, Henry was surprised. “First time, it was on purpose. Second time, I want to set the record straight. Don’t touch me, ever again. I don’t know what your intentions are, but I want nothing to do with you.”

“Is that so?” Henry challenged and lowered his head to match Samantha’s gaze. She gulped, a gesture that did not go unnoticed. “Something tells me you’re not telling the truth.”

“Doctor Carter.” Jonathan’s even tone broke Henry’s stance. The latter fixed the collar of his coat.

“Doctor Williams! Let’s have a healthy competition, shall we? Rumor has it you’re racing for attending this year. And, of course,” he gestured to Samantha “you must have the support of most of the residents of this hospital.”

“What I can say to you is good luck. If you still have that nice camera, you can take a picture of me when I become attending.”

Henry laughed and waved a hand in a dismissive manner in the air, before walking away at his pager pinged. “Didn’t you choose neurosurgery just to try and steal Samantha from me? That’s a bit of wishful thinking on your side.”

Leena’s eyes widened at Henry’s claims, even more at Jonathan’s irritated lack of response. She then looked at Samantha who seemed familiar enough with the remark. Leena’s pager beeped soon after and followed in Henry’s steps, azure orbs lingering on Jonathan’s jaded ones. He was apologetic to her and the last time he saw Leena that day was bitter, with her disappointed expression.

Samantha’s phone started ringing in her pocket. She walked away towards her neo-natal ward and slid a hand to her pocket, answering before checking the number.

“Doctor Samantha Stoss, what can I help you with?”

“Didn’t know you recommended yourself like that when speaking, doctor Stoss.”

Samantha had to recompose herself, exhaling in relief. “Mark, hey. Sorry, morning was just crazy.”

Mark chuckled on the other line. “Doesn’t give you the chance to get bored. You can tell me all about your day tonight, if you wanna watch a movie at my place.”

Samantha giggled, allowing Mark to register her contentment. “Sounds… sounds very nice. Thank you, Mark.”

“Of course,” Mark’s voice adopted a sliver of a commanding tone, “I cannot guarantee we’re not going to have angsty sex before, or after. Or both.”

Samantha gasped. As much as Mark’s words provoked her womanhood, they also provoked anxiety. Anxiety that he’d end their hopes before they grew wings. “I’ll be there.”

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Forgive and Forget | Mark Tuan (MafiaAU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom X Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: haii, i saw that your request is open!! i want a request with mafia!mark tuan x wife!reader. mark and your jayb are known have died being killed by the other group. unknownly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw you both, they wanted to kill both of you. suprisingly, you were saving by got7. you were mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially mark and your brother. so, (especially) mark and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and got7 again (maybe there's an incident or something that mark almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you^^

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2,960 words

Warnings: violence, mafia, kidnapping, death threats, implied torture, blood, bruises, etc.

A/n: the urge to turn this into a miniseries was deep, but i couldn't do that given i'm already in the midst of attempting to plan one and putting the Ghost!YoungK on the backburner for a bit. hopefully you like this! for the record, yes, i got the child's name from pachinko by minjin lee. please go read that masterpiece.

Tunes: [Playlist] Life is a Book by ethereal

“Isak!” you called out, setting down a plate on the dining table. “Dinner’s ready!”

Still in your work clothes, you sat down at the dining table, watching as your six year old son slid into his chair happily digging into his meal. His dark locks bounced as he danced as he ate. He looked identical to his father - a father he would only ever meet through the few photographs you had managed to keep from the early years of your relationship…before everything went to shit.

You felt an irrational amount of anger towards your brother as you recalled how he had been the one to offer the job to Mark under the promise that it would help him provide for the two of you. After all, “nothing bad will come out of it when it’s all of us together.”

God you wished you could puns your brother in the face for the boldfaced lie he’d told.

Not that it would make any difference. Both Jaebeom and Mark were dead. The consequence of their growing greed and name having put them on top of just about every other mob’s hitlist. Bring them down and they get the monopoly back. Simple as that.

Even it meant the other mobs had an excessive number of lives on their hands. It wouldn’t be something new to them either way. Not even with the knowledge that they were taking away a brother and husband of a woman who was unknowingly pregnant with her and her husband’s first child. None of that would matter to any crime organization’s decision to make someone ‘disappear.’

“Mom?” you heard Isak call out, halting all of your thoughts.

“Yes Baby?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Your brows furrowed at his question - especially after he’d been so happy eating his meal.

( Not to mention that it was out of the ordinary for him to ask to sleep with you. He hadn’t asked to sleep with you in nearly three years. )

A soft smile made its way onto your face and you reached out rubbing his cheek gently. “Of course, Darling.”

He smiled at you and continued eating quietly, although no longer dancing. The two of you finished dinner not long after and cleared up. Isak lingered by your side the entire time you washed the dishes. You weren’t entirely sure what had transpired in his little mind during the short time from when he start eating to when he asked you the question, and you certainly weren’t aware of what was going on in his little head at the moment as he clung to your side as if you would leave him and never come back.

“Is something wrong Isak?” you asked, setting the final dish aside to dry.

Isak looked up at you with his big, round eyes. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but didn’t actually want to say for whatever reason.

“Do you not want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, looking down at the floor. Without saying a word, you took your hand and ruffled his hair lovingly, hoping it would provide some silent comfort. Clearly Isak didn’t want to talk about it and you didn’t want to force him to talk. So you’d wait it out for a bit.

“Whenever you’re ready you can tell me okay?”

You got a small nod before he hugged your waist as best as he could. Hugging him back, you crouched down and picked him up with a huff, holding him as tightly as you could for a few minutes before setting him back down. When did your little boy get so big?

“Why don’t we watch a movie before going to bed?”

~~~~

You sat up in your bed with a start hearing rustling down the hall in the living room of your home. Isak was still sound asleep beside you, cuddled closely into your side. Moving as quiet as you could, you got out of bed, inching towards the bedroom door avoiding the creaky floorboards you could remember in your sleepy state. As you reached the door, you heard a floorboard creek on the other side of the door. Panic and fear filled you as you pressed your body forcefully against the door, just as whoever was on the other side attempted to open it.

“They’re in here!” a man’s voice yelled, waking Isak with a start who instantly looked in your direction eyes wide.

“Mom?”

Hide. you mouthed, pushing all of your weight against the door, jolting as the men pushed against the door. HIDE!

Isak’s eyes filled with tears as he slid out of the bed and walked in your direction initially before you shooed him away motioning to the closet. You knew that he knew about the crawl space that was pretty hard to find if you didn’t know it was there - it was his favorite hiding space after all. He didn’t get a chance to get to the closet before the door burst open, your frame practically going flying from the force used to break it open.

Frozen in fear, his little eyes widened as he saw the four burly looking men enter the room. Two immediately went to grab you, covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. A third went to him, reaching to grab him a sickly sweet tone being used as he spoke. Running past the man, Isak made a break for the master bathroom, only to be grabbed by the fourth man, a scream echoing throughout the room as the man’s hands gripped him tightly. You pulled and flailed from the two men holding you, instinct telling you to get to your son - all to no avail.

“So our intel was right,” another voice spoke from behind you before another man entered the room crouching down in front of you. “The son of bitch does have a little sister.”

“And a nephew,” the fourth man added, covering Isak’s mouth before yelping as he bit the man’s fingers.

In his captor’s distraction, Isak ran to you not paying any mind to the two men holding you.

“And a nephew…” the fifth man repeated, eyes trained on the little boy. “This will certainly make things interesting.”

~~~

Mark lunged himself at the man tied in the chair before him, “You pathetic piece of shit! How could you?!”

Jaebeom pinched the bridge of his nose, “What exactly did you tell them?” he asked the man as calmly as he could, not paying Mark any mind.

The man gulped, looking at Mark before flicking his gaze to his boss, “They threatened me.”

“SO YOU DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO IT?!” Mark yelled, landing a punch on the man’s face, the force alone knocking the chair to the ground, the man along with it.

Yugyeom and Youngjae watched, unsure of whether or not to intervene. Jinyoung sat at a chair looking at the photographs they’d been mailed. The dirtied and bruised figures of your son and you making him sick. How had they let it go this far?

“Mark,” Jaebeom barked. “That’s enough.”

Mark turned, rage alight in his eyes, “Enough? I don’t think so. Your sister, my wife, and our child have been kidnapped and are about to be killed because of this…pathetic,” a kick to the man’s side, “piece,” another kick, “of shit.”

A door opened and in came Jackson and BamBam, their faces void of any emotion. Jaebeom looked away from Mark momentarily.

“Anyone else working with him?”

Jackson shook his head, “He went rogue on this one. Bold move if you ask me.”

“Any idea on where they could be being held?”

Bambam shook his head, “Not yet. My squad’s still looking.”

Jaebeom turned back to his brother-in-law, walking up to where the man was still kicking the mole. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he pulled him back, crouching down before the battered man.

“You have three tries to tell me where they are,” Jaebeom spoke, far too calm for someone who had just been betrayed by one of his men. “If you even think about lying to me, I’ll riddle your body with so many bullets that no one will recognize your body once it’s found - if it’s ever found.” Without even waiting for a response, Jaebeom grabbed his handgun, placing it on the man’s thigh and firing it, “Better start talking.”

~~~

Your hands held Isak close to your bruised and bloodied body. One thing you were thankful for was the lack of light in the room as it provided you a way to hide the many injuries that had been inflicted onto you from your son, even if the groans and radiating pain intensified whenever he cuddled you. Little whimpers fell from his lips as he cried into your dirtied shirt.

Your heart broke as you shushed him, rubbing your hands along his back and hair, attempting to comfort him as best as you could in your state. Tears filled your own eyes as you took in the reality of the situation you were in - along with all the information you’d found out during the many hours of ‘interrogations’ you were put through by whoever this group was.

Jaebeom, your brother -whom you swore you saw gunned down right before your eyes - was alive.

Mark was alive.

Those two lying sons of bitches were alive and had let you live the past six, seven years of your life believing they had been killed.

And here you were being questioned about their location.

How the fuck would you, of all people, know?

Isak’s soft cries turned into sniffles as he fell asleep, your own eyes growing tired, both from the torture you’d endured and the past few… How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No. Not weeks. You’d be dead if it had been weeks.

Letting your mind rest, you fell into a light sleep, unsure of what your and Isak’s futures held.

~~~

Much like the night of your abductions, you awoke with a start - so did Isak - as the sound of gunfire and shouts rang out throughout the building you were in. Isak clung to you whimpering as he hid his face in your shirt. You did your best to wrap your body around him - a weak attempt at shielding his small body, giving him even the tiniest sliver of a chance a t surviving whatever it was that was going on out there. You shook as you tried to get him to quiet as his whimpers grew louder as the gunfire drew nearer.

All too soon, the gunfire stopped just as footsteps were barely heard stopping in front of the door to the room you were in. Thuds followed which you could only assume was someone making an attempt at breaking down the door, something you weren’t really you wanted to happen. It could be the police finally having been notified of you and your son’s sudden disappearance - but no one in this world was stupid enough to leave traces of that - or it could be yet another mob wanting their final taste of revenge on GOT7.

Either way, you were scared shitless for you and your son.

Then you heard him. The sound of his voice calling your name over and over again from the other side of the door.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Mark!”

Isak stopped crying looking at you strangely, before calling out the name you had just said realizing that you were far too quiet to be heard - genuinely afraid that whoever was there would leave if either of you didn’t respond, clearly they were there to help you if they sounded worried, right?

“Mark!” he shouted, his tiny voice still rough from the tears he’d shed. “Mark!”

The thudding got more and more frantic and frequent before a few more names were said, presumably more help - and the thudding was stronger until the door finally caved and in rushed one man before anyone else falling beside you.

“My love,” he whispered, taking you into his arms, choking up at the sight of you. He turned his attention to the little boy who was clearly trying to decide whether or not this ‘Mark’ was actually safe. It didn’t take long as he soon recognized the man’s face from the many pictures you’d shown him.

“Daddy?”

Mark let out a breath between a laugh and sob, as he cradled your body reaching out to touch his son’s face.

“Yeah, I’m your Dad.”

~~~

As you sat on the bed in the infirmity you avoided all eye contact with Mark and Jaebeom. Having saved you or not, they were not in your graces.

“We know it wasn’t right, but we had no other choice but to disappear in order to-”

“You didn’t disappear,” you snapped. “You faked your deaths and left me with six, almost seven years of grief. Not to mention having to raise our child by myself thinking you were dead and he was never going to know who you were.”

The last part was clearly directed at Mark, who winced at your words.

“I know it wasn’t right,” Jaebeom continued crouching down before you. “And I’m sorry that my decision brought so much pain and agony to you. But at the end of the day, I made the decision that would give me and my men the best chance at survival. The choice that would allow you to stay out of all of this mess. Clearly that wasn’t the case, but I don’t regret it.”

You looked away, tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to be selfish and hate both of them, hate your brother for everything, but you couldn’t. You knew he was capable of making the most gut wrenching decisions if it meant keeping the people he cared about safe and out of harm’s way, even if it brought pain in the process - at least they would be alive.

Jaebeom rose to his feet, “I think the two of you need to talk some more, I’ll go check on…Isak?”

He was clearly unsure of the way the name rolled off his tongue but smiled as he remembered the little mannerisms that the small boy had shown as he was treated by the mob’s doctors.

As soon as Jaebeom left the room, Mark took a step closer to the bed before sitting down after you didn’t move away.

“He looks a lot like me,” he commented, figuring you might be more willing to talk if it started off with your son.

“Acts like you sometimes too,” you add, cracking a tiny smile. “You have no idea how difficult it is to see him everyday. It’s like being haunted by your ghost.”

Mark nodded, in understanding. He couldn’t take away or undo anything that had happened. But he knew he could maybe change things for the better now…if you let him that is. Seven years was a long time.

“Listen,” he began, turning to face you. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive. What I did and went along with is not forgivable. I have hurt the two of you in ways I can’t even begin to imagine. But I need you to know that I’m extremely sorry for that. That, if given the chance, I would take it all back and rewind the clock.”

“Mark-”

“Let me be in his life. I don’t care if you want a divorce after all of this. If you don’t want to ever see my face again. But please, please, let me in my - our - son’s life.”

You looked at him for a few minutes, not saying a single word. Despite not allowing them to fall, tears were welling on his eyes, threatening to spill over his waterline.

“I think he’d like that a lot,” you finally said, looking away. “Just, keep him out of all of this.”

“I promise!” he said without a single ounce of hesitation. “I swear I won’t allow anyone to rub a single hair on his head in the wrong direction.”

You smiled weakly, biting your lip, “As for me, just…just give me some time. It’s a lot.”

Mark cocked his head to the side. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through right now, all because of him. The very man who had vowed to never hurt you all those years ago.

“Of course.”

You went to say something when the sound of Isak’s voice filled your ears as he called for you rushing towards where you were on the bed, Jaebeom right behind him.

“Mommy, he said he’s your big brother!” he giggled, bouncing up and down his hands on your knees, as he pointed at Jaebeom. “He’s my uncle right?”

You smiled, running your hand over his reddened cheek - he must’ve been having fun with Jackson who had been tasked with distracting him while you were being examined - and nodded.

“Yeah. He’s your uncle. My big brother.”

Jaebeom smiled slightly at you as you finally looked him in the eye, “Do you want to go see your room?”

Your brows furrowed at his words before Isak pushed away from you and ran after Jaebeom who was already out the door.

“His room?” you asked, looking at Mark.

Mark scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah…Jaebeom and I think it’s best if you live here for a while. With him. Just until things settle down. I personally don’t want you going back to the house alone after what happened.”

You nodded, it would take some getting used to that’s for sure, but maybe you’d be able to move past it all quickly. Forgive and forget everything as best as you could. After all, you had them back. You finally had your family back.

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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 2)

le grand bleu (part 2) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

Jannine didn’t think the hazing, i. e. bullying, would kick off like this.

Right when she stepped foot on Hnung Uni’s campus she’d already started getting these weird or curious looks. Even one girl gave her the stank eye like she was the gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe.

Even so, she made it to admissions on time and was able to secure a dorm. While there, she asked the office lady if by any chance there was an individual by the name of Kunpimook who attended this college. But the lady only responded with, “How should I know? Is it my job to know each student here?”

And she left it at that.

Her roommate apparently was MIA at the moment. How she knew? A couple of individuals had greeted her at the front door, handing her a basket that was for a Nicha. “You’re in dorm room D59?” One girl asked. “Khun?”

Jannine nodded with a smile. “Would you like for me to make sure Nicha receives these gifts?”

The second girl in the entourage nodded happily. “Oh! And this is for you too!”

“‘Bath Gift’?”

“Yes.”

Jannine smiled. “Khxb khun (thank you),” She said with a slight bow of her head.

Once she reached the room, she opened the door and entered. It was average size and spacious. Based on observation, she determined that the left side of the room was hers.

After she set up all her things, including the ocean night light, and her dress-form for her designs, she grabbed her bath gifts, pajamas, and towel, and walked to the bathroom down the hallway where the showers were located.

•••

The alarm clock from the phone blared loudly. And Jannine was up in no time. Even though she had been VERY tempted to throw her phone across the room and smash it to a million pieces and tighten her comforter around her.

Yet, as she finished her outfit off with a cute rainbow cardigan. She’d looked in the mirror. And she was not expecting—

“Blue hair!!” She exclaimed. “I have—she looked at the mirror as she touched her ponytail—blue hair!”

She cursed loudly before realizing she might be making too much of a ruckus for her roommate…who still wasn’t here.

Either way, Jannine could only think of important matters. Like why her hair looked like the dog from Blue’s Clues threw up on her head.

“This can’t be happening,” She mumbled, toning down on the dramatics. “This has to happen on the first day?!”

Before she could even have a chance to check if this was a dye job that only lasted maybe a day (?), she received an alert on her phone stating that classes started in 10 minutes.

Damn it.

•••

Her stomach grumbled, so she let her stomach and nose lead her all the way to the campus cafe. Despite it being only a little past 12:00 pm. There wasn’t much people yet.

She stepped in line behind two girls. As they ordered their food, she rummaged through her wallet with smiley faces on it. “Where’d I put that baht?”

Right when she was able to fish a couple bills out of her wallet, she was roughly shoved out of line when a few guys stepped in front of her, their backs facing her.

“Hey!” Jannine shouted. “I was in line first!”

One of the guys in the entourage turned around, and smirked. “No. I’m pretty sure we were.”

Jannine balled her hands up into fists. “No. I was.”

The guy continued to smirk. Hardly fazed by her determined response. If all, he may have found it more funny than anything.

“What’s it look like cutie?” He asked. “I’m standing in front of you. Not behind.”

The girls who were in front of her before, had gotten their food, walking past her. She called out to them. “Hey, luh. Was I behind you two before this jerk-off and his cavemen stepped in front of me?”

The girls’ eyes widened almost comically.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and the cafeteria was quiet. Hear-a-pin-drop quiet.

“Chaw tang chati?!” He exclaimed. “You’ve got nerve.”

“Wa ngina?”

“Blue hair, don’t care?!” He mocked. “Go away. We didn’t cut in front of you.”

She frowned. “But I was in line first. You can’t just cut in front of me and expect me not to say anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He said smugly. “You’re still behind. And well, I just don’t care enough to continue this convo. So…?”

He turned around, ignoring her further protests. She would’ve started crying, but her annoyance and embarrassment prevented the tears. She grabbed a handful of noodles sopping with orange sauce from a passer-bys lunch tray and she stuck it to the jerk’s head.

If you’d asked Jannine if she regretted her decision at that moment, she would’ve told you, “Absolutely not! No regrets!” But if you’d asked her if she was expecting what came next, she would’ve been more honest and replied, “No. No, I did not.”

He ended up touching his head, turning around, and once he saw what was on his hand, he looked at her with annoyance.

He pushed her to the ground, which caused a chain reaction almost. As she fell on the ground, her foot was stuck out (i.e. in the way), and as a result a passer-by tripped resulting in them getting the tray of food on another passer-by.

No. A food fight did not break out.

But somehow, like falling dominoes a chain of events followed: someone ended up getting their leg broke, or a neck sprain, or gum in their hair, and the Headmaster was going to need her suit dry cleaned.

•••

“He and his friends cut me in line,” Jannine said calmly. “No matter how nicely I spoke he wouldn’t play fair.”

The headmaster gave her a tight smile.

But then the person whom Jannine blamed for the lunchroom mishap spoke, “Headmaster don’t listen to her! I was the victim. Do you see this?!”

He turned his head to show her the orange sauce residue on his hair. “All the proof you need to kick her out of here!”

Jannine guffawed in a fake manner. “You NG. You waste of a human being.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad the food didn’t stain my hair like the blue monstrosity on you—“

“QUIET!”

Both students stopped fighting and turned to the headmaster.

“Others and myself hold Hnung Uni in high regard. All students are top-level. Destined to succeed in the kingdom.” She cut her eyes at Jannine. “But I cannot and will not let two badger fools in this establishment ruin that.”

She then cut her eyes at the “Xi Ngoi” (“dumbass”, nickname courtesy of Jannine). “I expected more from you. If your father wasn’t an alumnus, I would’ve never had you step foot here.”

Jannine was too annoyed to note the look of incompetence and failure that crossed her new enemy’s face. After all, her experience was that of a loser so far.

“You two will clean the mess hall for the rest of the school year, and you will be participating together in the end of the school year talent festival.”

“What?!” They both shouted in unison.

The headmaster smiled, her teeth a blinding light of white. “What better way to show the infinite solidarity amongst Hnung Uni’s students? You both have mess hall cleaning duty all school year long, and what better way to tie it in a neat little bow, by showing off your talents and partnering up at Chi Time Festival.”

I hate this Xi Ngo.

As she gave him the stank eye, and him in return. The headmaster stood up. “You both are dismissed. Meanwhile…” She grabbed her white blazer. “I will go and have this dry cleaned. It was my favorite one too.”

•••

It was dinner time, and Jannine chewed her food. She glared at “Xi Ngo”. He sat and laughed with his friends happily, and threw a piece of croquet at one of his friends.

“His name is BamBam,” Lisa whispered. “But everyone knows that’s not his real name.”

On a good note, Jannine had made friends with the individual’s whose food she used to leave Xi Ngo’s hair a mess.

The pretty individual had greeted her nicely outside of the Headmaster’s office. “Sa wa dee ka, cha chu Lalisa. But please do call me Lisa.”

Jannine raised a brow, glancing over at the very person who’d practically embarrassed her on her first day of uni.

“He’s not very nice,” Jannine said. “He doesn’t even say thank you when someone holds the door for him. Jerk.”

Lisa frowned. “I think you’re being a little pre-judgmental. Especially for being the new person.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “How do you think he was towards me? He didn’t even think I was Thai.”

Her classmate was at a loss for words it seemed. But she firmly shook her head in disagreement. “He only treated you like that for some reason. He’s reasonably nice I’d say.”

“So, you’re justifying his behavior?”

“No. He was definitely being a jerk. But for some reason you made him mad.”

Jannine would have responded if it hadn’t been for the fried rice that was suddenly covering her chest. She looked up and came face to face with a girl who definitely had serious eyeliner game.

As she wiped the rice off her chest, she looked up at the perpetrator.

“You whore,” She said to Jannine, point blank. “You think you’re real slick.”

“Wa ngina (excuse me)?”

“Chan tid xang hrux pela (did I stutter)?”

Jannine stood up, indicating she wasn’t backing down. “I know you weren’t talking to me.”

“Then you must have really bad hearing.”

“No. I can hear quite well. You just aren’t intelligent.”

As the staring contest intensified, Lisa started speaking in Jannine’s ear. “She’s Milli. Her real name is Danupha Khanatheerakul. And you should probably back down now. I heard she caused a girl to need plastic surgery and transfer schools.”

Jannine scoffed, still looking Milli in the eye without fear (even though her hands were shaking, and she got this really sick feeling in her stomach). "Well, that isn't gonna be me."

Passers-by and fellow students looked on. Waiting for either party to strike. As Milli stepped forward, Jannine prepared to make an evasive maneuver…

The bell rang.

•••

Jannine slapped the cleaning rag over her shoulder, as she scrubbed the floor on her knees using a sponge from the bucket. “I hate this.”

BamBam wiped the table begrudgingly. But he was half-assing it more than she was. He just wiped in a zig zag line at each table and called it a day.

He hadn’t said one word to her. But she was okay with that. She wanted to be done with cleaning as quick as possible.

Before you know it, she was bagging up the trash in the trash cans, and he was closing the blinds. And they were done.

•••

Jannine examined the letter, running her fingers across the Thai script.

Who was Sifa? And why couldn’t she locate the sender? All she knew was that his name was Kunpimook and Sifa had broke his heart.

Glumly, Jannine took out her textbooks and notebooks. Fully prepared to do her work, but not mentally. Not when there was a heartbroken individual out there who may have possibly made himself disappear.

Just as she was half-heartedly starting to answer questions part of the homework, there was a knock at the door.

Jannine didn’t get up from her bed at first. Then the knock came again. Since she was new here, and Lisa pretty much said she was the pariah. She shouted, “Nicha’s not here!”

The person continued to knock. “If you’re here for Nicha,” Jannine tried again. “She’s not here!”

Soon after, a voice followed with, “I know! I- I was just wanting to let you know that a party is happening in the guy’s dorm, in case you were interested!”

Jannine raised a brow. A party? Where she could possibly find Kunpimook. In case he really did show up for the semester, and the homeowner Tom’s help wasn’t in vain.

As though a lightbulb had gone off in her head, Jannine jumped off her bed, running over to the door and swinging it open. “Party?”

The messenger, who looked to be just a few years older than her (if not the same age), nodded her head; which was full of purple hair with faint yellow streaks.

The messenger nodded even though one could tell that she was freaked out by Jannine’s sudden interest in the party. “Yeah.”

“Great!!” Jannine exclaimed, clapping while jumping up and down. “Thank you so much…?”

The girl smiled. “My name is Sutatta Udomsilp. But you can just call me PunPun.”

“Jannine,” The blue haired girl replied warmly. “So, PunPun, the party is happening, like right now?”

Her new friend nodded in the affirmative. “Ka. It is.”

Jannine clapped her hands again. “Gimme just a sec!”

As she ran around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, she failed to hear PunPun’s words: “That didn’t mean I was gonna wait for you.”

As she put on a pair of Fila sneakers and half-heartedly combed through her hair that was still dyed blue, Jannine said to PunPun, “Are these dorm fraternizations allowed?” She then quickly put on a thick amount of eyeliner and TRIED contouring. It was a fail. But she soldiered on with a moderate application of blue lipgloss on her lips.

PunPun laughed. “No. But Headmaster is out for a holiday event that’s happening back in Isan, and the administration tends to get lazy with discipline. Except for that one foreign admin who likes to carry a big stick around when policing the campus.”

Jannine finished rubbing in the pencil marks on her face, and turned around to face PunPun. “How do I look?”

PunPun raised a brow. “You actually look decent.”

Jannine frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know…” PunPun murmured. “But uh, the party is in full swing already, I think. We should go.”

“Oh.” Jannine grabbed her Fanny pack and walked over to the door. “Plxy man pi! (Let’s go).”

•••

PunPun had been right. The party was in full swing already.

The latest Kpop tunes blared from the speakers, as someone made a show of their dance moves. Yellow and purple party decorations adorned the main space; from strobe lights to refreshments.

“The guy dorm looks nicer than the girl dorm.”

Her newfound friend nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we have better plumbing.”

Jannine laughed.

“PunPun?”

Jannine and PunPun looked to the person who had spoken.

“PunPun—Is that you?”

Jannine looked at her. “Do you know him?”

PunPun shrugged. “He’s kinda weird.”

The guy reached them, and gave a small bow with his head. “Sawadee Krup.”

The guy smiled brightly at PunPun before introducing himself to Jannine. “I’m Krist.”

“Hello,” She responded kindly. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” He said. “You’re PunPun’s new friend?”

Jannine threw her arm around PunPun’s shoulder. “Yes! She’s helped me a lot actually. I’m new here.”

Krist smiled again. “I’m glad.”

PunPun started to speak. “Ka. Uh, Kri—“

“Hello, Party People!” Greeted the MC. “I hope you’re enjoying the party!”

Everyone hooted and hollered.

“Good. ‘Cause it isn’t over yet!”

The crowd then settled and Jannine could only anticipate what was coming next. The DJ began to play a new beat, and out stepped—

“Xi Ngo?!”

PunPun turned and looked at her, surprised. “Huh?! You mean BamBam?!”

He was dancing to the beat with ease. As he did dance move after next, the crowd cheered in complete awe. But Jannine prettily booed. “Get off the stage!”

PunPun shushed her. “Khun. You’ll get drop kicked by Baemis.”

“Baemis?”

PunPun nodded quickly. “Yeah. Apparently, he has a fan club. They call themselves ‘Baemis.’”

Jannine could only make a face of disbelief. “Really?”

PunPun snickered. “Kun, you look like you want to take a shit.”

Jannine swatted at her new friend’s arm. “Take that back!”

So caught up in arguing with PunPun, she failed to notice an individual who was carrying a purple drink in a yellow cup. In result, as Jannine backed up, to avoid a thump from her new friend, she crashed into the individual.

“Khun!” The voice shouted. “This is a new shirt!”

The music stopped. The crowd stopped. Even the lights sort of flickered.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who could only shrug. Slowly, Jannine turned around to face the individual who not only looked uber pissed, but was actually quite handsome. But he didn’t look too happy.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” He asked wiping at his yellow shirt. “No wonder people think you’re weird and annoying.”

Jannine had been about to explain herself, but when the handsome guy said those words, she could no longer do so. Not when all eyes were on her; the eyes that said they agreed with him.

“Mai?”

He “Tched” at her like he was an annoyed male lead in a popular Lakorn. “You’ve just got here. And I’m pretty sure no one wants anything to do with you.”

Jannine couldn’t speak.

Before she could insult him, or even worse break down in tears. A voice called out from the stage. “Chittaphon!”

The handsome guy, now Chittaphon, looked to where he heard his name. His facial expression went from smug to angry. “Khun?”

BamBam shrugged, with a blatant smirk. “Everyone’s been saying you’ve wanted to beat me in a dance battle. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

Chittaphon smirked, but it had a lot more malice in it. “It’s Ten, Khun.” He started walking towards the stage, forgetting about Jannine who was too mesmerized by the tension between the two peers.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who was just as dumbfounded.

Nonetheless, she looked on as the rest of crowd did.

BamBam smiled in a smug way that was more endearing on his face than others. Despite his ways, Jannine couldn’t help but note how when compared to he and Ten, he looked to be a lot more genuine.

Even though her first meeting with him was a disaster, he told her and showed her exactly who he was.

“You want to go first?” BamBam asked Ten. “Or do you still need some time?”

Ten shook his head. “Nah. I’m ready.”

“Really?”

“Ka.”

“Are you sure!”

“You fucking dipshit. I’m ready.”

BamBam continued to smile. “Okay.”

Ten requested the DJ to play a song in the Top 20. Jannine hadn’t really heard of it, but the crowd of party goers around her roared in excitement.

“I’ll show you what a real dancer looks like.”

Ten then proceeded to execute elaborate dance moves. The crowd “oohed”, “awed”, and clapped. Jannine continued to look on, coming to the overall conclusion that Ten could dance his socks off.

“I bet you can’t beat that,” Ten jabbed. “I’ve actually gotten proper training in dance.”

BamBam smirked and looked away. He then looked at Ten again, and replied, “If that’s what you really think, I’ll let you have that krup.” He then slapped him on the shoulder, giving it a few pats. “Okay DJ put on Jetrin!”

Once the DJ had a song going, BamBam proceeded to dance.

Jannine’s eyes widened. She could only look on in awe as the “Campus Prince” did the damn thing.

“I was really trying to boo him off the stage,” Jannine muttered. “He isn’t that bad.”

With fluidity and confidence, BamBam executed dance move after dance move. Not once did he pause or stop to regain his footing because there was nothing to regain.

Right then and there Jannine thought back to the boy who wrote those letters to Sifa. He’d won the dance finals and was going to attend here. But she hadn’t found him. Maybe she’d ask Krist, or the headmaster herself.

“Kunpimook,” She said to herself. “I bet you’d dance circles around Ten and BamBam.”

The roar of the crowd snapped her out of her thoughts. Jannine saw that BamBam had ended his dance with a pretty cool handstand.

PunPun whistled, laughing and saying, “He managed to beat Ten!”

“You don’t like Ten?” Jannine asked.

PunPun nodded quickly. “He said I looked like a man.”

“Asshole.”

After BamBam was declared the winner, the party commenced once more.

Jannine put on a yellow and purple striped party hat. “Can I get a—“ Jannine paused her words, leaning forward on the bar. “Wait, alcohol is being served here?”

The “bartender” put a finger to his lip and smiled mischievously. “Shh.”

Jannine shrugged. “Can I get a Pilsner?”

The server gave her an incredulous look. “That’s a German drink.”

Blushing, she said, “Actually, I’ll just take a Singha.”

“Hey,” She then said to the server. “Do you happen to know of a Kunpimook here?”

The server raised a brow. “There’s quite a few Kunpimooks,” He said. “What’s the last name?”

“Crap,” Jannine said tapping the bar with her finger. “I forgot. It’s coming to me.”

It was in his first letter to Sifa.

“Minhyuk, can you get me a Cubalibre?”

“Ne, Bam. Sure thing.”

Jannine didn’t even have to see who it was. She needed to move the furthest way from him as possible. Just because she thought he was a great dancer didn’t mean she forgot what he did in the cafeteria. Taking her can of beer, she got up from the bar stool and went to go look for her friend.

The last she heard from PunPun was something about needing to clear things up about a date with Krist.

“Hey!”

Jannine stopped walking and turned around. It was Ten.

He walked up to her with a facial expression of indifference. His shirt was still stained, but he didn’t necessarily have much dignity left after losing the dance battle.

She gave him a curious look with underlying suspicion. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He then walked off without a word.

•••

“PunPun,” Jannine muttered. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

She was on her second and a half can of beer. For the most part she was holding up quite well, but she wanted to rest her head temporarily.

“Hey Blue Hair.”

Jannine opened her eyes and saw the guy who she threw noodles at the back of his undercut. Unlike the last few times, he wasn’t giving her a look of utter annoyance or irritation. He was just a normal guy with no care in the world.

Yet, she rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed her drink off the table clumsily.

He looked at the drink he held in his hand and took a small sip. He then took a seat next to her. He wasn’t too close to her, nor were their bodies touching. Really, they were just sitting in two separate chairs respectively.

Jannine rested her eyes again.

“You shouldn’t do that at a mixer.”

She opened her eyes again.

BamBam wasn’t looking at her.

“Do what?” She asked. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“…”

She eventually finished her second can of beer, and reached for the 3rd can that she’d gotten when getting the 2nd.

“You seem like a lightweight,” BamBam commented as he took a sip of his Cubalibre. “That should be your last drink.”

Jannine sipped on the drink, already a giggling mess. She rested her elbow on the arm of the couch it leaned against. “You can dance,” She slurred. “Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

BamBam rested the drink glass in his hand. He took a swig of it before happily replying, “Much of it was self-taught. But my siblings and I fed off from each other. Yet, I really attribute my brothers.”

Jannine nodded, her cheeks flushed. “You know, you’re actually cool.”

“Your blue hair is cool.”

She laughed. “Really? You got to thank all the girls from the dorm.”

“You’re friends with them already?”

Jannine gave him a deadpan look. “Puh-leez, they put blue dye in the shampoo bottle I was using.”

BamBam laughed. “I never got your name.”

“Oh, yeah,” She said taking a sip of her Singha. “It’s Jannine.”

“Oh?”

She nudged him playfully. “Were you expecting something different?” She asked.

“No,” He said with a laugh. “…I can’t figure you out.”

“Figure me out?” She said. “What’s there to figure out?”

“Are you from Thailand?” He asked. “You don’t seem like someone whose lived in the kingdom your whole life.”

Jannine sat up and sobered. “Getting a little too personal there, you think?”

He shrugged. “You can take it whichever way you want. You’re the last minute transfer.”

She took a sip from her can of beer. “I wasn’t born here.” She took another sip. “But I’m still just as Thai as you are.”

He snorted. “I never said you weren’t.”

“I’m going to go get me another beer,” She declared.

“You aren’t even finished with the one in your hand.”

“Leave me alone.”

Jannine then walked back to the bar.

After Minhyuk was done handing out drinks to other peers, he came back to her with a grin on his face. “What can I get you?”

She smiled back with a laugh. “Another one of these,” She said pointing at the beer in her hand. “And a ticket home.”

She looked back at where she sat to still see if BamBam was there.

He was.

He was finishing of his Cubalibre, chatting with a guy and a girl.

•••

Jannine sat up in bed, reaching for her phone on the night stand. But she didn’t feel the nightstand, and the pillow didn’t feel like her pillow. Now that she was coming back to her senses, the smell of the pillow was a bit heavy on cologne.

Therefore, she sat up rod straight and looked at her “pillow”. It was Campus King BamBam. Or as she commonly referred to him as, Xi Ngo (Dumbass).

He was still in his clothes from last night, as well as her.

Yet, instead of mulling over that for too long a sharp pain in her head hit all at once. “Urgh,” She groaned. “I think I’m sick.”

Nausea hit her, and she ran to the trash can and barfed. “I hate my life” she groaned as she threw up again.

She felt disgusting as she hugged the trashcan. She settled into the corner of the room. Temporarily unaware of her surroundings. Then she heard a groan coming from where she laid awhile ago.

“Xi Ngo!” She said loudly. “This is all your fault!”

BamBam rubbed his temples, but he didn’t look like he was going to puke anytime soon. Instead, he rolled his eyes, stood up, walked over to his dresser, and took a medicine bottle off of it.

He walked over to Jannine, and put his fingers to his nostrils, so he wouldn’t smell her throw up. “Here.” She took the B6 vitamin from him. “I’ll go get you some water.”

He walked to the door that lead to the hallway. He opened the door, walked out, and closed it.

“Why isn’t he sick?“ She said to herself. “He probably got me drunk on purpose. This is so humiliating.”

She closed her eyes, and for awhile she even dozed off. Until someone was shaking her awake.

“Huh?”

BamBam handed her a bottle of water. “Drink up and take the vitamin.”

He then took the trashcan away from her, and walked out the room again.

She put the B6 on her tongue, unscrewed the top of the water bottle, took a sip, and the vitamin went down. It hurt to even swallow because of the headache.

She eventually stood up and walked over to the bed to retrieve her phone.

It was right after 6 am, and classes started in one hour.

Dammit.

The feeling of nausea hit her again, and before she could puke once more, BamBam was back at her side with the trashcan.

•••

Part 3

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