#got7 mark angst

[makeuhwa]

i watch this video of mark every morning because it guarantees me happiness for the rest of the day 😌

[beautifully-tuan]

for my dream - 1

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Mark Tuan x Reader arranged marriaged!au, angst, eventual fluff Warnings : one or two curse words and Mark has a girlfriend lol Word count : 1980

Requested by anon :)

 As expected, when Mark’s parents announced that he would have to marry you, he thought it was a joke. Well, actually, not entirely. Part of him already had a weird feeling from the moment he stepped into the living room. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone was looking at everything except him. The tension was palpable, and he knew something was off. But his parents’ demand was way beyond what he could’ve imagined.

 At first, he laughed. Then, seeing his parents’ dead serious expressions, he began to panic. He protested, obviously. Accepting wasn’t even an option to him. He’s in a relationship, he has plans, he’s not ready for marriage, and even if he was, it should be his decision to take, not anybody else’s. He explained all of that the best he could, not too angrily, although he was infuriated. He explained that there was no way in hell he was going to marry you. He was convinced that there was nothing his parents could say or do that could change his mind, which is normal. An arranged marriage is not and will never be acceptable in any family, except that Mark’s family isn’t any family, and he’s about to remember it the hard way.

 His father starts by saying that you, the woman he would have to marry, didn’t hesitate a single second before accepting. That’s no surprise to Mark, considering this company is your entire life. Of course you would accept. What’s a marriage compared to an empire, right? To you, he’s just a puppet, another echelon for you to climb so you can make it to the top. That’s why, despite you and Mark’s parents being the closest of friends, he’s never been close to you. On the opposite of you, he’s a simple man, with simple dreams and simple plans. He couldn’t care less about money, business and all those things you’d sacrifice your life for. He just wants to make music. He wants a home and a family, he wants love, and you want power. Just for that, he couldn’t even imagine being friends with someone like you. And now they want to two of you to get married. And you didn’t even hesitate a second before accepting.

 Marks defends himself, tells his father that he is not you. And he is right: no matter how hard his parents tried to get him involved into the family business, unlike you, this company has never meant anything to him. He even dropped out of college just so he wouldn’t have anything to do with it. At that time, his parents weren’t happy with him, of course, but they understood. They let him live his simple life, away from their home, pursuing his dreams. And now he is asked to give all that up. But then his father starts talking about being grateful, and that’s when Mark’s determination to win this argument starts fleeting. His father reminds him of the sacrifices he made just so he could make his son happy. He reminds him how hard he’s worked, how hard he’s tried, how patient and understanding he’s been when Mark refused to get the education he deserved... And Mark can’t talk back because he’s right. His father has done more than enough for him. And for the only, the only thing he asks in return... can he really refuse? Sure, he can. We’re talking about marriage after all, nothing can justify such an important choice being taken away from someone.

 - “That’s not... I can’t...”

 And that’s when his mother opens her mouth to speak:

 -“ We’re not asking you to love her. A blank commitment, a white lie. A façade. That’s all we ask from you.”

 This is unexpected. Of all people, Mark has always admired his mother the most. He shares common values with her, and she’s by far the most upright person he has ever known, even more than his father who is already hard to top on that part. The fact that she’s crying and begging his son to marry a woman against his will is disappointing in some way, but Mark knows she wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t necessary.

 - “You just have to marry her, and that’s it. It doesn’t have to mean anything. If you refuse, things will only get worse. It’ll start with losing the acts of the company, and next will be our power to make decisions. Then we’re going to lose money, and we’ll end up losing everything. Your father will lose everything he has worked so hard to build. So will Y/N’s family. This is not just about you or us, Mark. Other people are concerned-”

 - “But that’s not right!” Mark yells. “Why can’t you understand? You can’t ask me to do this! This is so unfair, I should get to choose, I should have a say on this! I shouldn’t even have to explain myself!”

 - “You’re given a choice, Mark.”

 Something in his father’s tone hints that this conversation is coming to an end.

 - “You can choose not to do it. You can choose to refuse and continue being the selfish little kid you’ve always been. But if you do, we’re gonna need to save money. We won’t be able to afford you and your lifestyle anymore.”

 - “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mark asks, although he already knows the answer.

 - “That means you won’t get anything from us again if you refuse. Understand that? Nothing.”

Mark was right: as soon as those words leave his father’s mouth, the conversation is over. Without another word, he storms out of the house, not even sparing a glance at his crying mother. He can’t believe his parents really thought they could buy his obedience with their money. He’s not an object. He has a job, he can live for himself. He doesn’t need them to “afford him and his lifestyle”. In fact, there’s a satisfying aspect to this situation: it’ll be his chance to finally break free from his parent’s grip, his chance to finally do what he wants without any restrictions. He won’t owe them anymore.

 As he drives back to his apartment, he grabs his phone and calls the only person he can turn to at the moment. She picks up quickly, and it doesn’t take long for her to understand that the situation is critical. She arrives in no time, expecting the worst, but somehow managing to stay calm and collected. If she crumbles, Mark will crumble too, and she knows that better than anyone. She lays next to him and he tells her everything, from start to end, including how angry he feels and how much he opposes to his parents’ plans, expecting her to agree with him. He genuinely believes this horrible day is over now that he’s finally next to the only person who truly matters. Little does he know...

 - “Do it” she says.

 Once again, Mark thinks it’s a joke. Once again, he laughs, but it’s different from the first time at his parents’ house. It’s a laugh that’s tainted with deception, caused by a strong and deep sensation of deja-vu.

 - “You did not say what I think you just said.”

 At this point, he just wants to understand why everyone seems to go against him and his freedom of choice. He doesn’t want to fight anymore, especially not with her. Anyone but her.

 - “You heard me” she says, too calmly for Mark’s liking.

 He turns to her with pleading eyes.

 - “You think I’m crazy, right?” she asks with a little laugh of her own. “But I’m serious. You should do it.”

 - “No I shouldn’t. And I won’t. Do you realize-”

 - “I do. I realize how difficult this must be for you. It is for me too. But I really think you should do it.”

 Mark truly can’t believe what he’s hearing. He lifts himself on his elbow to look down at her dead in the eye.

 - “There are other ways around this. Listen Jess, you need to trust me on this. I have a job, I can earn money, and I have you. We have each other, right?”

 He grabs her hand, holding onto what’s left of his own conviction. She closes her eyes and slowly shakes her head. How is she going to tell him? How is she going to tell him that yes, he has a job, but soon enough it will no longer suffice? Without his parents’ help, he can barely pay his rent, feed himself, afford gas for his car. He doesn’t seem to realize, but Mark is still highly dependent to his parents’ money. And once that stops, he’s going to start depending on himself, and on her. Having each other is oh such a beautiful concept, but will that be enough? Especially for people like her and Mark? She’s not stupid, she’s been in the music field for years. A sound engineer at a music bar and an underground singer who’s still studying cannot afford a household. It will work on the first months. Both of them will be great at making concessions, but then reality will take over. All this motivation will turn into bitterness, and Mark’s bitterness will be directed towards her. He’s going to look at her and wonder if she was ever the right decision. And there is nothing in this world that could hurt her more than watching Mark hate her more and more each day.

 - “You need to do what’s best for you, Mark.”

 Mark can literally feel his strength leaving his body from her words.

 - “What’s with everyone thinking they know what’s best for me?”

 - “You’re gonna do it Mark. You’re gonna marry her.”

 - “Nonsense.”

 - “You said it yourself. Nobody’s asking you to love that girl. You just have to marry her, for everyone’s sake, including yours.”

 - “Fucking nonsense.”

 She sighs and gets off the bed.

 - “You know, it’s just my opinion, but you really should do it, considering you won’t even have to worry about me anymore.”

 Mark sits up and looks at her, alarmed.

 - “What do you mean?”

 Gathering whatever strength she has left, she inhales and says:

 - “I’m leaving, Mark. For the States. Next week.”

 Discouraged, unable to argue, he doesn’t say anything.

 - “I received a mail from a guy whose label is seated in California. He went to one of my concerts, and he wants to sign me in. This a once-in-a-lifetime chance for me, Mark”

 The rest of the night goes by in a flash. Protests, at first, and then arguments, all of that leading to a long and meaningful discussion, and, finally, goodbyes are said as the sun starts to rise. Of course, Jessica leaving for the US isn’t a lie. Except she’s not obligated to leave next week. She had planned to tell Mark first, and then give him some time to prepare himself before leaving. But that, of course, she didn’t tell him. Because now she has to leave and he has to do what’s best for him, although he may not understand just yet.

 After she’s gone, Mark spends the entire day in his apartment, stuck in a state between sleep and thought. It’s only late in the evening that he finally decides to pick up his phone and call his parents. He exposes his opinions – which haven’t changed since last night – without trying to contain his anger this time. After that, he exposes his conditions – no love, no real commitment, “no fucking grandchildren” – and they don’t argue. At the end of the phone call, it takes him another hour or two before realizing what he just did. Although, twenty-four hours ago, he couldn’t even imagine doing so, he just accepted to marry you.

Part 2

a/n : so this was the first part of the "for my dream” series. this part is more centered on Mark and his perception of the events. part two will be different, and will (hopefully) be posted this weekend. i struggled to write this so i hope you enjoyed x) please keep in mind that english is not my mother tongue so i apologize for any mistakes. thanks again to the anon who requested this! feel free to leave any comments or remarks, they're very much appreciated.

[springdaybreaks]

beside you | mark tuan

➳pairing: mark tuan x reader.

➳genre: angst though it’s not so angsty

➳summary: you and Mark misses each other whenever he has to go on tour.

➳word count: 600+ words

Mark told you that he would be away for only about a week, but you already miss him the night he got on that plane to Australia.

After the release of their new album, your boyfriend had his schedule packed with promotions. Even if it was only a week and a few days, he had told you how the group has their world tour coming about a month or two after the release. Although when he told you that, he said there was still no official tour dates yet.

But with you having to work and the plane ticket being crazy expensive since their tour is in the middle of summer, you couldn't come with him on tour nor give him any surprise visits. You and Mark had to deal with the long distance relationship you are currently having with only brief phone calls and texts, and FaceTime if possible.

It was in the middle of the night and you were sleeping peacefully when his call came through. You reach for your phone blindly, almost knocking your alarm clock to the floor.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby. Did I wake you?"

Mark has just finished showering

"Well, it is," you glance at the clock, "one thirty in the morning."

He cursed. Of course, he forgets how late the concert ended and how late he got into his hotel room "I'm sorry-"

"Mark, it's okay. Don't worry about it," you cut him, "So, how was yesterday? Did you have fun?"

"Of course I did. It was exhausting, but hearing them and looking at their reactions is worth it."

A sleepy smile forms on your lips. Mark continues on telling you interesting things that happened during the concert, laughing lightly when he mentioned Jackson messing around with one of the security staff, and worrying you when he mentioned he almost fell off the stage because the stage had been slippery.

When he’s done telling you about what happened and what he did yesterday, the line is quiet for a while. But even then, the two of you are comfortable listening to each other’s breathing.

"Mark?" You asked

"Yeah?"

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, y/n. I wish you could've just come with me."

You can hear him sighing through the phone.

You giggle, "I bet my boss would love that, wouldn't he?"

"He would love to throw you out from the company."

Mark laughs. God, how you miss hearing his laugh. You pull your blanket closer as you swallow, trying to rid the lump in them and the tears threatening to emerge.

"Every damn day, I would come back to the hotel and wish you were there waiting for me. I wish you could come so we can go sightseeing together, go on dates, and stuff."

"God, I wish I was beside you right now."

“You know, I could never get used to not having you cuddling the shit out of me when I’m about to sleep,” you sniffled.

“Baby,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “don’t cry. You’re gonna make me cry too.”

“I miss you, Markie.”

He chuckles, “You do know you’re the only one that I allow to call me that?”

You laugh as you wipe away your tears. Remembering how Mark looked like he was about to beat the shit out of Jackson when Jackson called him ‘Markie-poo’ in front of you.

“As much as I still want to talk to you and have you talking my ears off-”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m gonna hang up now. I don’t want you to go to work in a few hours looking like a zombie.”

“I love you.”

“I love you. See you in a few days, baby.”

Another sigh escaped your lips as you put the phone back to your nightstand. Well, there’s only a few days to go.

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[yyparkq]

untitled 9/16

Almost a year of trying to get pregnant and when you finally found out that you are, you could hardly believe it. 

Mark had his boyish grin permanently plastered on his face the following two weeks when you broke him the news. He had been extra careful with you, making sure everything was alright before you part ways and doing almost everything for you as if a single chore would tire you to bits. He couldn’t stop treating you like some fragile porcelain piece when you are together and checking on you every now and then when you are not with him.

Unlike most pregnancies, yours was very calm. There were very limited instances of morning sickness or mood swings or unjustified cravings so far. Mark, on the other hand, is very panicky. He constantly checks up on you every moment he wakes up, and asks you if you feel anything new with your body. He even asked one time if you are really pregnant because you don’t really act like how most women do in their early stage of pregnancies. At one point, you even had to ask your OB to explain to him that your pregnancy could not be exactly the same as all other women’s pregnancies.

It was a big day for you in your office. The project you have been working on for the last four months will now be presented in front of the higher ups in your company. You’ve been widely known as a corporate fashion icon in the office, pulling off different kinds of style while still maintaining your professional aura. This time though, you have chosen a laid-back clothes - a gray pant suit - since your doctor advised you to dress more comfortably; and this included ditching your beloved collection of high heels for the next few months. Your lined up collection of flats seemed all too boring for your eyes as you scan your shoe cabinet in search of the best flats that will go well with your chosen garments. After a long internal battle with yourself, you decided to wear a modest pair of pumps. You made a mental note to not trip and give your husband a reason to be more extra protective of you. Maybe you could sneak out of him this time since you’ll be having your family driver send you to the office for this day since Mark has to attend an urgent early morning meeting. 

You bit your lip as you tried walking on using your pumps. It has been several weeks since you last squeezed your feet and walked elevated across the floor. Nevertheless, it felt comfortable enough for you to even stand on for at least an hour long in front of your bosses. 

The managers were pleased with the new product your team proposed and the presentation went smoothly. A few congratulatory remarks and praises were thrown your team’s way and you could not be any more satisfied for that day. 

Except that a day could never be too perfect for anyone. You should have seen something bad is approaching when the clock strikes four and the good things still didn’t stop. When you stepped out of the building to have a coffee with your team, you accidentally tripped over the sidewalk pavement causing you to lose your balance and stumble forward, twisting your ankles and scraping your palms in reflex. You were almost hit by a sedan that was way too close to the sidewalk. The only thing you could think of in that moment is the precious little child inside of you. You were immediately rushed to the hospital as soon as your colleagues saw blood in your pants. 

When you woke up in the hospital room, Mark was beside you. He was cuddling you in the hospital bed you laid on. You nudged him awake, trembling with fear of what might happen to your child. “Is the baby alright?” 

Mark shushed you, pulling you into his arms and stroking your hair ever so gently like how he always does in taking care of you. “Our baby’s fine. But I’m not.” he sighed. “What makes you think you could put you and our baby’s life in danger?” he tried to not sound upset but you knew better than this. 

You sobbed against his chest, letting out the terror that came with your almost miscarriage. “I’m- I’m sorry.” you whimpered. 

Mark cupped your face and wiped your tears. “It’s okay, babe. Just don’t do it again, please.” he said before lightly pecking your lips and pulling tighter against him. 

[mara-twins]

Mark Dream feat. Tom Holland

Word Count: 1557

Genre: Dream [Dark/Spooky], Angst

Mentions: Shadowy Figures, Disembodied Voices, Ghostly Apparitions, and an Abandon/Haunted Building. 

So this dream seems to continue from my recent dreams that I have posted, I’m with our group of GOT7, Stray Kids, Twice, and Itzy. I don’t remember whose idea it was for us to go to this actual abandon and a seemingly haunted mansion. When the dream started I was hugging onto Mark’s arm because I had a weird feeling running through me. It sent my insides shaking so hard I would get shivers that shoot up my spine. Mark, Jinyoung, and I bring up the rear of our group and when we cross the threshold of the place I felt like I was almost floating. This made me grip onto Mark’s arm tighter.

“It’s okay, baby. There’s nothing here. It’s just an abandon building,” he said.

‘If that’s the case, why am I getting weird vibes from this place?’ I thought to myself before my dream-self looks to my best friend, Jinyoung. Jinyoung had a hard expression on his face and his muscles were so tense he looked like a cat that has it's back arched, stuck in a corner. I knew that he can feel that something wasn’t right about this place, too. Suddenly, screams ring out before us from some of the other girls.

One being Momo, and she comes running to me, I pull her into a hug. While I pat her back, gently, I tell her, ‘it’s okay,’ before passing her to Jinyoung.  I stomp over to BamBam to smack the back of his head. I made sure to smack it pretty hard for scaring Momo. I wouldn’t do that in real life, guys, don’t worry.  This made everyone else laugh, including Momo, but not me. I wanted to, and I would of if I didn’t see a shadow cross the wall of the staircase.

I look at Jinyoung and with his saucer eyes I know he saw it, too. However, I didn’t say anything because I already made a big deal about scaring people. I would be doing the same without proof. I sigh and make my way back to Mark’s side. Momo joins my free sides and Jinyoung went off to the others.

“Mark, what are we even doing here?” I whisper to him. The twice girls then come over and take Momo away to go look around in other parts of the house, flashlights in hand.

“Some of the guys thought they can scare the girls here, and it worked. But don’t worry, babe, I told them not to come after you.”

“She’s the meanest one here, I don’t think any of us want her to come after us,” Felix said.

“Hey, I’m not mean, just firm!” I replied and then out of the corner of my eye I saw it again. The shadow of something, or well someone. It moved into another room with some invisible lasso pulling me along, of course, it looks like I moved of my free will and I guess in a way I did. Although, I couldn’t shake the sense that the shadow wanted my attention.

Feather walking into what felt like a living room, the scene changing before my eyes like a colorful curtain being swept across the walls. There was light that burned from dozens of thick candles, people laughing and singing cheerfully to a piano being played. The walls lined with paintings of people who all had similar facial features. The scene felt happy and alive compare to the scene my dream-self first saw. And just as my dream-self was remembering the room I saw it as, the bright and colorful room slowly melted away, back to the cold lifeless box it has become.

“Baby? What’s the matter?”

“I wonder what happened here. I think this place used to actually, feel like someone’s home.”

Just then my point of view shifts and I wasn’t with Mark. I was in another room with some of the twice girls, the main one I remember seeing being Sana. I hear my name being called, but as I looked around the voice didn’t match the people in the room. It was a male voice, it sounded English, too. The first person to come to mind was Tom Holland, but I remember thinking that that would be just crazy. Not so much the idea of my dream-self knowing Tom Holland, but that my dream-self knew of Tom being in a different place altogether. However, at this point, my dreams are so crazy that anything could happen. Anyways, so I watch for a bit longer and I hear my name being called again and Sana tells the disembodied voice that I’m in the other room. Suddenly, I’m back to the room I was in with Mark behind me.

He head on my shoulder, his arms around my waist, and Mark moving us to look into a mirror. I momentarily forget about the male voice I heard calling out my name as I stare back into Mark’s reflection with my usual goofy smile on my lips. He moved then from behind me, to my side, lacing our fingers. I glance down at our hands, feeling love warm me up, but that became short-lived when I looked back up into the mirror. I saw Tom Holland, but a silvery silhouette of him that didn’t have feet. I jerk my head to look behind me, but he wasn’t there, just that shadowy figure I saw before. The drum of my heart pounding faster and louder than my dream-self ever though it could. My mind goes blank and my throat chokes on my breath that doesn’t want to come out.

I don’t know what compelled me to look back at the mirror, it was like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore, and so look back to the mirror I did. The same image of Tom floating behind Mark and I reflects in the mirror. Within a millisecond of my mind recognizing Tom, he blasts himself to behind Mark and me before talking.

“Help me, my body is upstairs,” Tom says before disappearing. Again it was like I wasn’t in control of my body because before I could think, I bolted upstairs with Mark’s voice echoing throughout the building. Like Tom’s reflection, Mark’s voice floated to me before I heard his footsteps chasing after me.  And like before I feel myself being pulled, destination unknown. Up the spiral stairs that lined that circular foyer walls, passing rooms; 1, 2…5, 6, and finally I come to the end of the hall.

Room 7.

Behind me, Mark huffs as he leans on me for support. I can’t tell if I’m breathing at that moment because the only thing I’m hearing is my heart drumming from my chest to my ears. My thoughts race about the what-ifs. What if Tom isn’t there? What if something else leads me here? What if it hurts Mark?

“Baby, why did you run to here?” Mark asks, still catching his breath. Just then I sense Jinyoung behind Mark and me.

“I saw something and I wanted to see if I can find it.” I spoke to Mark, but I looked at Jinyoung.

“I don’t know if I can open the door.” I hoped my eyes conveyed that thought to Jinyoung. I know it did because the next thing I knew Jinyoung came to my side and opened the door. The room was cold, icy and you could see your breath with every exhale that included Tom’s.

I grabbed Mark’s hand when I saw Tom's body and I remember hearing Jinyoung gasp. Mark then looks into the room.

“Holy shit, Tom!”

That was when my dream-self moved my body. I rushed to Tom and told Mark to call for an ambulance. Mark was about to, but Jinyoung beat him to it. Mark joins me on the floor taking off his jacket to cover Tom. I look for a pulse, my fingers pulled back from the chill of Tom’s body, but I try again. I tried looking on his wrist and I couldn’t seem to find it so I tried his elbow. Even then I couldn’t really find it, then my dream-self tried right under his jawline and I found one, but it was faint.

Everything rushed past me as if it was time was speeding up around me and before I knew it I was waiting in the waiting room with my group of friends and Mark, hoping to hear news about Tom. Suddenly my doctor from all my other dreams comes out and says that Tom is stable. Just then some cops come over and ask to talk to Mark and I. They asked us what happened and we told them, but I got looked at like I was crazy because I explained everything just as it happened. I guess on a rational level I can understand why I would be getting those kinds of looks, but in the dream, I didn’t quite understand. Anyways, then the head doctor and the police chief come over and tell me that they’ll handle this. I asked Tom’s doctor if Mark and I could see him. He told us that we could, but to let him rest. I agreed and then went to go see, Tom; however, just as I was pushing open the door I woke up.

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[tiny-taepot]

distant (Mark)

Genre: ANGST

word count: 12k

Request:  something angsty with GOT7!

Summary: a once burning love becomes cold and distant

a/n: this ended up being super long lol, hope you enjoy reading!

Your friends remember the days when you and Mark started dating and how happy you were, your Instagram was filled with photos of you and Mark doing whatever. You were super happy that you had met Mark and despite his busy schedule at work he had always made time with you, anyone who looked at you two would instantly know you were madly in love. A burning, passionate fire of love. Mark and you had moved super fast because you wanted to be together as much as possible, you two moved in with each other after six months of knowing each other. Some people called you crazy for moving in with him so early and how you were going to regret it if you broke up super early, you shook your head and just laughed it off since you knew that somehow you and Mark would someday get married. 

It had been two years since then and you and Mark were still happily together, it was nearing your third year anniversary and you were hoping for a really big anniversary gift, you were really hoping for a ring this year since you and Mark had been together for so long and everyone knew it was coming. You had already got him something very expensive and special, you bought him a new phone because his current phone was breaking and you thought it would help with the communication problem you two had been having recently. Mark had been very late to answering texts and rarely picked up your phone calls, he told you it was because of his phone and how it never notified him when you texted or call. You thought that was very reasonable and phones had expiry dates and this was probably Mark’s phone telling him it was time to upgrade. You were calling your best friend, Sarah, as you were preparing dinner. 

“I really think this is the year,” you smiled hopefully as you dumped a bunch of diced carrots into the pot, you could hear Sarah giggling excitedly. “Please oh please make me the maid of honor,” she squeals as you laugh, “of course, you’re the only person I would every consider.” You answer as she laughs, “good, what type of friend would you be if I wasn’t your maid of honor,” Sarah says as you roll your eyes playfully, you stir the pot as you hear the front door unlocking. “Oh I got to go, Mark is home,” you say as you hear her chuckle “ooooh sounds like he’s home early, must be something special tonight,” she suggestively says as you roll your eyes again. “Okay bye Sarah, we’re still on for Brunch on Saturday, right?” You ask, “of course, bring that ring so I can see it on Saturday okay?” She says, you can feel her grin from over the other end. “Yep, okay I really have to go now, bye!” You say as you hear her say bye and end the phone call. 

“Hey y/n, I’m home,” Mark says as he places his bag down, you smile back to him. “How was work?” You ask as he opens the fridge and grabs a can of beer, he opens it and takes a sip. “It was as normal as it gets,” he answers simply, you realize the cold tone that he answered in. Was he mad? Upset? Or was he just tired of work. Usually when he would get home he would embrace you and smile whenever he saw you, but you guessed these days it was just a little rough at work. You shook the feeling off as you knew that your anniversary was soon so Mark would most likely lighten up for that day. You were so excited to see what he had in store for you, he always had such creative plans and surprises for you. 

It was Friday night, you were all dressed up, you wore a bright red dress that hugged your figure nicely, you had done your hair and make up and you waited for Mark to get home. You had his gift in your hand as you waited patiently for him to get home, as the hours passed you started to get worried. There were texts from Mark telling you that he was going to be late or that there was traffic or even a surprise text telling you where to meet him. You got worried so you texted him, to put your mind at ease.

8:27 PM (y/n): hey, where are you?

You were looking at the text screen hoping for a quick response but as you waited and waited it seemed like he wasn’t going to read it anytime soon. You put your phone away as you walked around your shared living room, you were worried that maybe something happen while he was heading home. You turned on the T.V clicking on all the news channels to see if there had been any road accidents but there were none. All of a sudden you hear a buzz coming from your bag, you open your phone to see a text from Mark.

8:55 PM (Mark): I’m not coming home tonight, too much work to do, save me some food. 

When you saw that text your heart sank, did he forget? You shook off the feeling, you knew how important Mark’s job was and that there probably was no way for him to get home anyways. You changed into sweats and a sweater and ordered a pizza, you were too sad to cook, you just wanted to cuddle yourself and watch romantic movies. You wanted to support Mark with everything but this was a little too much, you were hoping he didn’t forget about your anniversary gift and you knew that there was always tomorrow. 

You woke up to an empty cold bed, Mark didn’t come home last night, you were sad because you felt so bad that he had to work so hard. You figured that you would visit him for lunch and bring him some lunch and his anniversary gift. It was nowhere close to how you planned your engagement story but this was still equally romantic. 

You walked into the brunch resturant and saw Sarah, the moment she saw you enter she had a big grin displayed on her face, you gave her a small smile and she instantly knew. "He didn't propose this year?" Sarah asked, offened for you. You gave her a small sad chuckle. "He didn't even show up, he was caught up with work last night and didn't even come home last night." You answered as Sarah's facial expression lit up, "which means there's still hope right?" Sarah asked her big grin had returned. "I was thinking of getting him some lunch and exchanging gifts at his workplace," you told her but you were doubting that. Her eyes widen even more, you were concern they were gonna pop, "oh my yes, perfect, then you'll be engaged and everything will be good!" Sarah fantasizes as you roll your eyes playfully. "We'll see," you smiled as you took a bite of your breakfast.

You walked into Mark's workplace and walked into his office to see his secretary and him talking, you assumed it was business so you just walked in, the moment Mark saw you walk in his eyes widened. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked as you gave him a tiny smile and walked closer to the two. "I'll let you two talk," Mark's secretary smile softly as she headed out. "So what are you doing here?" Mark asked as he sat back down in his seat and gestured for you to sit down as well, you sat down and took out a lunchbox, you remember how Mark used to beg for you to make him lunches. "I brought some lunch and also have a surprise for you," you smiled as Mark smiled as well. "Thanks y/n, you didn't have to go through all this trouble," Mark said as you shook your head, retrieving the gift from your purse. "No trouble at all, I actually wanted to see you cause I didn't see you yesterday." You slide the gift over to him and Mark's eyes widen. He picks up the gift and unwraps it, he sees the new phone. "Y/n are you kidding me? You didnt have to buy me this," Mark says as you laugh, "nonsense, I realized how you kept complaining about how slow your phone was and thought that this was a perfect gift." You smiled as he immediately turned it on. You frowned as you realised Mark had not given you your gift yet, you waited until Mark looked up at you and saw your facial expression. "Something wrong?" He asked as you laughed a little thinking he was joking, until you realized he was serious. "It's just that I bought you this for our third year anniversary, so I kind of wanna know what you got me," you smiled softly as you heart quickened, this was it, the perfect moment where Mark and you officially start your life together. But then you watched all the colour from Mark's face drain, he forgot. "You forgot didn't you?" You asked as you gave him a disappointed look, Mark shook his head. "Of course not! I'll give it to you when we get home, I just forgot it at home." He smiles, you smile back but you knew he was lying.

It got worse when you got home, when Mark handed you his present to you he was standing and when you opened it, it was a tiny diamond necklace. Now you weren't one to hate gifts because of the value, but this was the necklace that Mark had given you on your six month anniversary. You smiled as he put it on you, you swallowed the urge to cry, maybe this was all an elaborate prank you thought. Mark had always been a man who loved surprises, maybe this was a big surprise.

A week had past since your anniversary and everything was quiet, no proposal, no flowers, no love letters, nothing. In fact, the week had seem to be short of Mark at all, you saw him maybe once this week and rarely had a conversation with you. It was like living with a ghost, but at least the ghost would be there all the time. Mark rarely replied back to your texts and calls and you were getting more upset by the day.

You were cleaning the house when you heard a buzz, you followed the sound and saw Mark's old phone on the dresser, you knew it was wrong to snoop so you continued to mind your business. After ten consistent buzzes you finally sighed and opened his phone, you saw all the texts that you sent Mark that he just opened but never read and then you found her. Jenny. The secretary, you opened the texts to see risky texts and flashy photos sent between the two, your heart was beating so quick and your stomach felt sick. It had felt like someone ripped your heart in two and then repeatedly rammed their foot into your stomach. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw the two had been spending steamy nights together when Mark was supposedly at work. You wanted to cry and scream at the same time. But a text message conversation between the two really stuck to you, it was about you.

7:55 pm (Jenny): do you think she knows?

7:57 pm (Mark): nope, y/n is an idiot, she'll never find out. I have her wrapped around my finger.

You felt sick when you read that, he took your love as stupidity, you wondered when he stopped loving you and then you thought about how much time you spent on this relationship and how he threw it away so easily. Did you mean absolutely nothing to him? Were you worth nothing to him that he considered throwing you away for some affair with his coworker? You kept reading and it got worse.

8:59 pm (Jenny): Mark, I'm getting sick and tired of sharing you with that bitch, it's either me or her.

9:13 pm (Mark): sweetie please be patient, I'll only be with her for so long, I promise I'll be yours and the stupid bitch won't matter anymore. We'll be happy together.

You wanted to kill him, the way he talked about you made you think about if his feelings were genuine, why did he have to this? Was he not happy with you? Your tears kept coming down and you heard the door open. "Y/n?" Sarah called out as you quickly wiped the tears off your face and walked downstairs with Mark's phone. When Sarah saw you she gasped, "what happened?! Why are you crying?" She asked as she rushed to your side, you couldn't contain the tears anymore and let them flow as Sarah gave you a hug. "H-h-he's cheating on me!" You tried to say but your voice was muffled from the crying, but Sarah understood every word. She clenched her fist as she read the texts, throwing the phone onto the couch she was ready to kill. "I cant believe he would do that to you, how dare he? We should make him pay," Sarah said as you rested your head on her shoulder. She was right, he had to feel something before you ended things with him.

You walked with Sarah to his workplace, you didn't want to go but Sarah insisted, in your hands was a box of clothing and most of Mark's important possessions. In Sarah's hand she had the phone and screenshots printed in her hand. You saw Jenny and him, the way he looked at her, it was exactly the way he looked at you when you two had started dating. You saw Jenny sitting on his desk as his hand travelled furthur up her thigh, your face red with jealousy and anger as you watched her flirt with him and him flirting back. Sarah speeds up her walking to get to his door faster, she slams her hand on the door to get their attention. Mark and Jenny jump as they look over there and see Sarah and you. Mark's face goes white as he realizes that youre here. "Y-y/n" Mark tries to say before Sarah cuts in. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Cheating on my bestfriend with this skank?" Sarah asks angrily, pointing to Jenny, Jenny rolls her eyes as she heads for the door, Sarah grabs her arm. "Don't you even try, you think you can do this and not be at fault?" Sarah asks as she sits back down and scoffs. You clench your fists as you walk towards the door. "Y/n it was a mistake," Mark softly says as you place the box on his desk, you see as Jenny smirks and even scoffs a little. "Mistake? That's not what he was saying last night, you know? When he stayed at my apartment to make love all night. I'm surpise we're still up, we didnt stop at all last night," Jenny brags as you feel the tears rushing to your face. "I can't believe you would cheat on me. After all this time, I've given up job oppurtunities and given up friendships for this relationship Mark, I put in so much effort." You softly cry as Mark tries to hold you but is blocked by Sarah. "Don't even think about it," she growls as he backs up. You wipe the tears and laugh softly, he's shocked that your laughing. "You know I read the texts you sent Jenny, the ones where you called me stupid. I felt mad but you know you're right." Both Sarah and Mark's eyes widen, confusion written all over their face. "I am an idiot, an idiot for spending so much time loving an asshole like you, someone so disgusting that I can't even bother to look at. Have fun with your new girl, I'm glad you're on the same level of scum." You say as you grab his phone from Sarah's hand and slam it onto his desk and grab his new phone. "I'll be taking this back, I'll leave the rest of your stuff outside the doorstep, don't bother to even talk to me ever again. We're over." You say as you and Sarah both walk out of the office, you try your best to look as strong as possible. You immediately break down once you both enter the elevator.

"You were so brave," Sarah smiles softly as she comforts you and hugs you, you cry into her shoulder.

"Why do I already regret this?"

[yoonohho]

Should I start doing little fake texts like this?

[inyournightmares97]

Thirsty Days of September (Masterlist)

“September has thirty days, but we’re here for it’s thirsty days.” - @ijustwantacue

As we ahgases enter into this undoubtedly exciting month with bated breath, let’s not forget to celebrate the best thing September ever gave us; 3/7 of our beloved boys! Check @inyournightmares97 and @ijustwantacue’s blogs on Mark, Youngjae and Jinyoung’s birthdays to be hit with a little sugar, a little spice and maybe some heartbreak too. 

Have a look at the picture prompts and stories that we​ came up with this special September!

Mark

(Updated on September 4)

Unwavering by @ijustwantacue

Trying to find yourself leads to finding the true meaning of love- with the help of Mr. Mark Tuan and his daughter, Madeliene.

The Passionate Discourse by @inyournightmares97

A difference of opinion leads to a healthy debate between you and the sexy Professor Mark Tuan... and just maybe, a little something more. 

Youngjae

(Updated on September 17)

Untouchable by @ijustwantacue

They say love knows no boundaries, but growing up in the business world, you know that some people are just untouchable.

The Seventh Wedding by @inyournightmares97

It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you. 

Jinyoung

(Updated on September 22)

Unforgettable (M) by @ijustwantacue

A night that made you forget everything else becomes the most unforgettable for everybody else.

Unholy (M) by @inyournightmares97

You never imagined that one impulsive night with Park Jinyoung could become both the highest and lowest point in your life.

Have a lovely September, everyone!