Post Date: 26th May 2022
Content: Fluff/ Smut - Mark Tuan x Reader
WC: 1341
TW?: Soft!Dom/ Praise kink/ Fingering/ Little bit of food play (just a little bit~)/
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“Markie-poo~” Jackson calls, peeping his head around the door, with his cheeky, mischevious grin across his face, as you and Mark look at each other, rolling your eyes before he answers him. “Yes, Jackson,” he says softly, arm around you as he pulls you into a cuddle, making it look like he’s really busy, showing you affection. His best friend walks into the room, arms behind his back, obviously hiding something. “Guess what I have?” he sings in a high tone, almost giggling as you both look at him confused, adding to his amusement.
“What do you have?” you ask, in an interested tone, when in reality you just wanted to cuddle up to your boyfriend and start the film you guys picked out. Jackson’s now giggling with amusement as he pushes a tray of cookies and brownies into your face. “I made us goodies for us to watch the film together!” he says, putting them down on the table in front of you, trying to force himself to lay over the both of you. Telepathically, you and Mark push him off at the same time, laughing at him when he falls onto the floor.
“What was that for?” Jackson whines, picking himself up and rubbing his butt better, “You’re not watching the film with us bro, I’m only able to see Y/N today before we go on tour, so I want to spend time with her”. Jackson’s face drops, pretending to be offended, knowing and understanding what Mark has said but he’s dramatic he’s gotta make a scene. “Fine, I guess I’ll just go bug Jaebum and Jinyoung instead~” he pouts, giving you fake evils as he walks away, running back to pick up a cookie or two, shoving them into his mouth before walking out, keeping eye contact with the both of you.
The both of you couldn’t contain your laughter at your best friend, Mark grabs a cookie for you both, feeding yours to you as you continue to giggle at how sweet he was. The film starts playing as you cuddle up together, happily watching the film and enjoying the goods that Jackson had made. You clutch at your sides from laughing so much under two hours, Mark enjoying every second of your little giggles, which are contagious to him, making him laugh more because of you than the film.
You go to bite into a brownie as you accidentally get the chocolate topping over your lips, Mark sweetly smirks at you as he runs his thumb over them, wiping it off before licking the chocolate off his thumb. For some reason, you found this really hot, suddenly all distracted at how naturally it came to him to do so. Taking this as an advantage point, you do so again, but go to kiss him this time, “You’ve got chocolate over your lips, again~” he scoffs, realising how messy you are and not getting the hint you’ve done this on purpose. “Then lick it off,” you reply, with a straight face, as he looks at you wide eyed, not expecting you to come out with that.
A nervous laugh leaves his lips when he notices that not even a smile was making a way onto your face, staring into his eyes whilst he gets tempted, but he’s so shy, he doesn’t want to make it weird. “You... you want me... to lick the chocolate off your lips?” he asks, confused as you nod at him, now a small smirk makes its way onto your face as you inch closer. He shrugs, pulling himself together as he does what you requested, the lick of your lips becomes the start of you making out, as you put your lips around his tongue, using yours to fight for dominance.
He melts into the kiss, pulling you closer as a hand makes its way around your waist, slowly pushing you down so you’re laying onto his pillow. He worms his way in between your legs as he hovers over you. He breaks away from the kiss to get some air as he witnesses your full smirk, realising you purposely set him up for this, but he wasn’t complaining. When was the next time he’d be able to have you like this? He wasn’t going to want to wait. “Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks softly as you nod, reaching up, resting on your elbows to give him a peck on the lips as he giggles into it, softly molding his lips against yours with his hand cupping your face. Slowly moving from your mouth, peppering kisses on your cheek down your neck, softly pecking and licking the sensitive spots, making you moan under his touch.
His fingers trail down your torso, adding to your tingly feeling, sending goosebumps to rise across your skin, playing at the hem of your shorts as he unbuttons them and breaks away from the kiss briefly to remove the trousers and underwear from your body. He peppers your legs with kisses as he moves his way back up your body, recieiving the softest smile off you as he blushes a little. “May I?” he asks softly, kissing you passionately as you nod at him, his fingers gliding through your folds as we slowly slides a finger in, recieving a little moan from you.
His hands work magically as you make out heavily again, trying to hold back moans but let them slip into his mouth, his smile presses against your lips as he blushes, loving the sight he has of pleasuring you. His fingers curl upwards and presses against your g-spot as you slowly come to your climax, “Good girl, cum for me, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you do as he says, covering your face from blushing at finding that the thing to help you come to your high, “Hey, don’t cover that beautiful face”.
The exchange of little giggles fill the room as you both have your fun, little kisses, as he continues to tease your clit. You try to get his shirt off him as you smother his neck and collarbone in kisses, leaving a trail of light hickeys on him. “What do you want, princess?” he moans lowly, at the feeling of your lips across his shoulder. You play with the hem of his jeans as he winks at you, pulling them down a little, along with his boxers, leaving his cock stand erect.
He positions himself over you, as he looks up for approval before slowly entering you, letting you adjust to him before making another move. Your lips barely disconnect as each thrust he makes sends fireworks off in your head. It’s sensual, and romantic as he cares for you whilst making you whimper under him, his little growls and moans ring in your ears like a lullaby.
“Look at you taking it like a good little girl,” he groans, making your eyes fly wide open at his words, smirking as you attack his neck with kisses again, his moans sending you over the edge as you both sing with moans and pleasurable noises, your climaxes coming closer and closer each moment. He ensures that you cum first before asking for permission to follow behind, in which he does after you reassure him it’s okay to.
He giggles through his pants, capturing his breath, admiring your beauty as you do the exact same. His fingers trace your hairline, pushing your messy hair behind your ears, “You’re so beautiful. Did you enjoy?” he asks, hoping he did a good job, the smile that grew on his face when you replied positively to him. “Mhm, thank you~” you cooed. He cleans you up and offers you one of his pj bottoms. “Please stay here tonight” he shyly asks, sliding his way next to you on the bed, pulling you into a cuddle. Within seconds after you nod, you slowly start to fall alseep resting on his chest. Enjoying his scent and warmth. Everything was good, everything was just perfect.
Post Date: 13th September 2022
Content: Angst(ish)/ Slice of life - GOT7 Mark x Reader
WC: 0.6K
TW?: Long-distance relationship/ Break-up
Request?: Yes
Masterlist Prompt list
Lyric references are highlighted in bold.
It always breaks Mark's heart when he has to leave you behind to go on tour, but it was his job, he had no choice in it. He didn't want to let the group down, but he felt so guilty for always leaving you behind all alone.
"I just want to know," Jaebum takes a seat next to Mark in the lounge at the hotel whilst the others played pool, oblivious to their eldest friend sitting alone, wallowing in his frazzled mind.
Mark turns his head to look at his friend with a fake smile on his face, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"How are you actually doing? You've been a lot quieter than usual," Jaebum continues as Mark's face drops, knowing that there was no point in hiding anything from his friend, just having to re-live the moment all over again.
Mark sighs as he looks down at his phone, the lock screen still a photo of you as he just can't let go, "She said she's leaving, leaving me".
You'd had an argument the night before about how little time he actually spent with you in comparison to his work. It was from the get-go that you were going to struggle with his schedule.
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"I know it's not fair, doesn't mean I don't care," Mark replies down the phone, attempting to keep his cool as you start to rip him to shreds over him being too busy for you all the time.
It was bad enough that he was struggling with the day he'd had, everything was going wrong for him with every practice, he just wanted a couple of hours of peace to relax.
"But, it seems like you don't care," you bite down the phone as he takes a deep breath, "You always catch me at the bad time, Babe," he replies almost instantly, rubbing his temples as your scoff was very audible.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. I'm done, I'm leaving. Good luck with the tour, Mark," you hiss down the phone, and then all he could hear was the beeping sound of the call ending.
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"She became a victim to my busy schedule," Mark sighs as he turns his phone off, placing it down between him and Jaebum, Jaebum placing a caring hand on his shoulder.
Jaebum kept quiet, silently consoling his friend, letting Mark come around on his own to the reality of how harsh life really can be, "Talk to me, I'll listen," he finally says breaking the silence.
Mark hesitates to speak, though he knows he shouldn't have fear of judgement, he couldn't help but seal the bottle of pent-up emotions even more.
"When I know you probably think it's a lie, but if you truly love each other, you'll find your way back to each other," Jaebum smiles as he looks at his friend almost at the breaking point of tears.
Mark shakes his head, in denial about that possibility, "It's like my heart's bleeding, it hurts so bad". Jaebum pulls him for a hug, letting him find his own time to calm down.
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The next day, Mark had something planned for the moment they go on stage before they started their plan for the concert, needing just to get something off of his chest.
A song that he stayed up all night writing, losing sleep to get his emotions out on the little piece of paper just for the one he loves so much.
A moment of hesitation strikes him, the minute he looks over the sea of fans filling up the venue, his heart shatters a little, knowing you're not amongst them.
Though he knew he could get this out for you somehow, "This one's dedicated to the girl out there, who I want the world and more for. I love you, always have, always will".
Despite his heart breaking with every word that he sang, knowing this was broadcasting on social media and you were bound to see it, he looked at the ocean of green lights and hopes what Jaebum said was true.
pairing: mark tuan x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 631
You genuinely believed that when you love someone, you should love them with your whole your whole heart; otherwise, what was the point of loving at all?
Granted, that line of thinking only got you enough heartache that could last a million lifetimes, of being stood up in restaurants, being left out in the rain, several missed calls and unanswered texts, pictures torn apart, and gifts tossed in the trash. For years you had given the world all of your heart, only to receive half in return on a good day.
You’ve thought about giving up on love entirely as it seemed to leave you with nothing but a dull ache in your chest, but you held on — strongly, surely. And you have never been more grateful for your own resolve when you met Mark, even more so when you started dating.
Suddenly that dull ache was replaced with a lighter, much sweeter feeling. Now you felt like you needed a garden for all the butterflies in your stomach at the very thought of him.
“You seem happy.” Mark observed, watching you walk through the front door of your apartment. You had given him a key to your place a couple of days ago and he texted you just before you got off work that he’d be waiting for you when you get home.
“Of course, I am. You’re here.” You hummed, taking off your shoes and leaving them by the door. “You would not believe the day I’ve had. My boss decided that I rewrite the report I spent multiple days on, and my coworker decided that it would be a fun idea to spill her coffee on me. Luckily, I had your sweater to—”
Mark’s eyes followed you as you paced around your apartment, rambling about your day, though he couldn’t understand a word you were saying. All he thought about was the curve of your mouth as it moved, the way your eyes lit up with passion whenever you talked about things with an intense emotion. Mark looked at you like you had just hung up the moon, and if you asked him to steal the stars, he would. Mark never thought he could feel so strongly for someone he hadn’t known too long; the idea terrified him, but it thrilled him as well, “I love you.”
“What?” You asked, stopping your pacing to look back at him, eyes blinking like you were in disbelief.
“You don’t have to say it back.” Mark quickly said, alarmed at his own words. This was not how he planned to tell you he loved you for the first time. “I know we haven’t been dating for that long but—”
You breathed out, cutting him off, “I love you too.”
Before Mark could even process your words, you took two long strides towards him, almost flinging yourself to his frozen form and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stumbled back from the shock that came with your body pressed against his.
“Yn?” He asked, though he had no complaints at your action, wrapping his arms around your waist to reciprocate your hug.
You looked up at him, your gaze peering through your eyelashes. The moonlight illuminating your features as you spoke in the softest voice Mark had ever heard from you, “I’m really glad I met you.”
He swore his heart skipped multiple beats, a light pink tinting his cheeks, “Likewise, Yn.”
A content smile slowly makes its way to your face as you melted further into his embrace. Your shoulders relax as you let him hold you, swaying softly as he hums a much slower version of an all too familiar tune, breath. You had finally found someone who loved you just as much you loved him. Maybe even more.
redamancy (n.) — the act of loving the one who loves you, a love returned in full.
"Mark, there's something I need to tell you," you mutter as soon as you spot your boyfriend in the couch playing video games.
Mark lowers his headphones without looking back at you. "What is it, baby?"
You bite your lip, afraid at how he will react to the news you're about to break. Slowly, you make your way closer to him, standing beside of the couch nervously. You don't speak for a good minute, thinking how you should tell him that you scratched his new Range Rover.
Mark notices your fumbling fingers around the keys and briefly glances up at you.
You catch his eyes for the second time and decide to just blurt out what happened. "I— I got into a small accident and I scratched your car. I'm really so—"
"What? Are you okay?" Mark immediately stops his game and stands up to check your body.
You're flustered.
All the way from the grocery, you were thinking how mad your boyfriend will be once he learned his newest car was scratched while you were trying to maneuver out of the parking lot. But here he is, more concerned whether or not you are hurt when you just told him you got into an accident.
"I'm fine, but you car's got scratches when I was trying to move out of the parking lot. I'm really sorry. I know it's new and I shouldn't have used it."
"Nonsense. I'll just call the insurance later," he says before pulling you in for a hug and placing a kiss on your forehead. "You know you really should practice driving more."
[01:13] The starry sky was black, filled with sparkling diamonds accompanied by the glowing jewel of a moon. A breeze ever so gently brushed your hair from your neck, tenderly caressing your skin.
The air was lovely, cooled from the passing summer and coming autumn. But your hand was very warm, fingers intertwined with Mark’s on the picnic blanket you shared.
Music softly played from a speaker connected to Mark’s phone, making the night feel even more romantic.
You scooted closer to your husband, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. You pulled your joined hands into your lap, placing your other hand on top. Mark turned his head just enough to kiss the top of your head. He rested his cheek there while you played with his fingers, enjoying the calm and quiet the night offered you both.
Mark hummed along to the slow music, watching the twinkling lights of the city far, far below.
“It’s really... nice out here,” you murmured, keeping your voice low to not disturb the serene atmosphere. “I’m glad we can have a moment like this.”
Mark released a breath through his nose, reaching over to join his hand with yours and his, still in your lap. “Me too baby.”
Comforting silence fell again, only interrupted by the hum of the music. The time soon caught up to you, making your eyes droop and head settle more on Mark’s shoulder. Before you could fall asleep though, Mark gently nudged your head with his shoulder, causing you to sit up. You tilted your head at him in question.
“Come dance with me,” he said, standing up and holding his hand out for you. You smiled up at him, unable to refuse your husband’s request. Your hand reached out to fit in his, your ring catching the light of the moon and making Mark smile, as he did any time he was reminded that you were all his, and he all yours.
He pulled you a few steps away from the blanket, hands naturally falling to your waist. Yours wrapped around his torso, leaning in to him when the side of his face rested against yours. You focused your ears on the music playing as you both swayed, feet barely shuffling in a slow, crude circle.
“I love you,” Mark hummed, turning marginally to press his nose and lips against your temple. You smiled easily, drowsy in love.
➳summary: Mark takes over your morning duties when he woke up to a sick wife.
➳note/warnings: husband/dad!mark incoming so proceed with caution.
➳word count: 900+ words.
“Mommy?”
The sleepy voice of his son snapped his attention away from his cooking. Not a moment later, his five year-old son entered the kitchen while trying to rub the sleep of his eyes.
“Good morning.”
“Daddy?” his son blinked, “Where’s mommy?”
“C’mere.”
His son rounded the counter and snuggled sleepily against Mark’s leg. Mark quickly threw the chopped vegetables and poured some water to the pot. He stirred the pot for a few seconds before scooping his son into his arms.
“Mommy’s not feeling so well today, buddy,” he said after he kissed his forehead.
“Mommy’s sick?” his son’s brows scrunched up in worry.
Mark hummed as he popped a couple of slices of bread to the toaster, “Daddy’s gonna take you to school today, so let’s get ready real quick.”
He hurried to the bathroom to get his son ready after turning down the fire to low heat. It was a blessing that his son was behaving so well this morning. He even said that he would put on his own clothes. Mark dashed out of his son’s room to check on the soup and spread some hazelnut spread on toast for his son.
“I’m all done, Daddy,” his son immediately climbed on his usual chair.
Mark gave him his toast and poured some milk. He couldn’t help to ruffle his son’s hair, thankful that he wasn’t fussy today.
“We’ll go after I check on your mom, okay?”
“Can I help?” his son asked, eyes shining at the thought of being able to help his dad.
Mark took a bite of his own toast and smiled, “Of course, buddy. You can help me bringing some water for your mom, how’s that sound?”
The proud glint in his son’s eyes gave him the answer. His son ate his toast as fast as he could, only slowing down when Mark told him to slow down. As soon as he finished his milk, his son slid out of his seat and hurried over to his father.
“Come on, daddy. Let’s go, let’s go!”
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You stirred from your sleep when you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening. Pulling the blanket closer to you as you snuggled to your pillow, you tried to go back to sleep. Your didn’t know why your body felt heavy and aching today, not to mention your head was pounding.
There was the sound of scuffling feet and you felt the bed dipped a moment later.
“You can put the water on the nightstand, buddy.”
You mumbled inaudibly as you hear your husband’s voice.
He stroke your hair slowly, “Hey, baby.”
The sound of Mark’s voice waking you up had you opening your eyes to look at him. He smiled at you warmly when you leaned into his hand when he placed them on your cheek.
“What time is it?” you asked groggily.
“Almost 8.”
“Oh my-”
Your son climbed onto the bed just as the two of you talked about him. He crawled over and sat on Mark’s lap. A small smile grazed your lips when he followed his father and put a hand on your cheek, right atop of his father’s.
“Hey, honey,” you greeted your son.
Your son asked sadly, “Mommy, why are you sick?”
“I think it’s because I didn’t get enough kisses from you,” you teased.
Your son pouted, making you chuckle. You reached out and stroked his chubby cheeks before pinching it lightly. You may be biased, but your son was too adorable for his own good, especially when he looked like a carbon copy of his father.
“We need to get you going, so why don’t you get your bag and put on some shoes, hm?”
Your son nodded obediently and quickly climbed off your bed, hurrying off to his room. Mark turned his attention to you as soon as his son got out of his sight. He gave you a tight smile as he went back to stroking your hair, his worry clear in his eyes.
“I was worried when you didn’t wake up from the alarm earlier,” he mumbled.
You grabbed his warm hand, holding it both for comfort and as an apology. Mark had just came home a few days ago. Even though you knew getting sick this time was unexpected, you still felt bad for him. He was supposed to be relaxing at home, especially after his tour was finally ending, but he had to take care of your son and you instead.
“I’m sorry,” you smiled tiredly, “I know you’re still a little bit jet-lagged.”
He shook his head with a smile, “I’m no longer jet-lagged. You do know that it is my job to worry, I am your husband after all.”
“Anyway, I’m gonna drop our son off and I’ll get you some soup when I get back later,” He continued, “You, on the other hand, just get some more rest, okay?”
You hummed in agreement.
“Daddy, come on!”
Your tired eyes crinkled in laughter at the sound of your son’s impatient voice, “Yeah, you better go now. Young master’s waiting.”
Mark grinned. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I’ll be back in a few. Go back to sleep, baby,” He kissed your forehead again before standing up and heading to the door.
You nodded, already snuggling back to your pillow and pulling the duvet to your chest. With Mark around, you never had to worry about anything.
prompt game | got7 - mark x fem. reader | bookstore!au, fake dating | fluff
warnings - slight cursing, slight mentions of alcohol
requested - anon
“Quick, he’s looking.”, Mark beside you murmurs and takes your hand in his, pulling you close to his body. You look over your shoulder, accidentally locking eyes with Chris, the person responsible for the little farce you and Mark are involved in right now. “Hey, you should look at me, not at him.”, Mark sounds half exasperated, half amused, “I’m your boyfriend after all.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, trying to tug your hand free. “My fake boyfriend. And I still think it’s a stupid idea.”, you murmur, finally managing to free your hand again and quickly taking a random book from the shelf in front of you, pretending to flip through it. Mark huffs. “It’s a great idea, he’s going to get jealous, realize what an idiot he’s been for letting you go, and then he’ll want you back.”, he grumbles, sounding annoyed. “He’s moved on. It’s okay.”, you answer and realize that you actually mean it this time - sure, it had hurt when Chris broke up with you, but it’s been weeks now and... looking at him actually doesn’t hurt anymore. Mostly thanks to Mark, who’s been at your side the whole time, distracting you with movie nights, trips to the seaside and long talks about anything and everything. So by now, maybe... maybe you truly have moved on as well. You also cannot deny that your heart always speeds up when you lay eyes on Mark, that your hands get clammy every time he reaches for you, always desperate to try and keep the fake dating alive in front of Chris, who’s still part of your social circle - and works at your favorite bookstore. This whole farce had been Mark’s idea, born from a night of too much wine and stupid romance movies, the only reason you yourself had agreed to this as well. “He’s looking again.”, Mark suddenly hisses and wraps his arms around you to pull you close again. You blush and do what you always do when you’re nervous - you talk: “Uhm, so by the way, w-what’s the plan for the rest of the day? I think we should leave the bookstore soon, they don’t have the book I wanted to buy anyway, so, uhm, maybe we could-” Mark looks down at you, dark eyes amused, and you fall silent. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”, you ask, and he nods before he begins to grin. “You are, but it’s cute. Let’s go grab something to eat, and then we can watch some movies later and... maybe cuddle. All in the name of fake dating, of course.”, he proposes and winks at you - you return his smile, a little shy all of the sudden. “Yes, let’s... let’s do that.”, you agree and take his outstretched hand.
"Americano." He passes the iced drinks to you, holding your sandwiches in another hand. He climbs into the driver's seat, pulling the gear in and turns the wheel away from the coffee shop.
Long trips aren't a stranger to both of you, but this is the first time you both are going alone, without the group of your friends. The bags behind you are only two, and the whole car is definitely quieter than usual. However you feel serene, more peaceful and more time with Mark.
"Do you want some sandwiches?" You offers, dutily being the co-pilot and shoving food into his mouth. Mark laughs, eyes crinkling into crescents but opens his mouth anyways, allowing you to fit half of the bread in his mouth.
Your eyes widen at the proportion that he has eaten, gaping even. "Wow your mouth is so big."
Mark chortles, eyes on the road but his hand blindly find yours, bringing it to his lips and presses soft kisses on the behind of your palm. You swear you didn't blush, but the hotness of your face says otherwise.
"Wait until we get to the chalet and you'll see what else is big." Mocking, he is clearly not trying to be subtle at all. Mark isn't a fan of filthy talk outside of the bed but he is also unpredictable at times.
Which is why you gasp, the hand in his grip flies away and hit him square in his chest. Obviously you got the message and you didn't have to be told twice since you've seen him countless of times.
"Mark Tuan!" You screech and back away from him. As much as it did make you squirm, you can't believe he simply blurts out. "Oh god, befriending the boys make you indecent!"
The male guffaws, stealing a glance toward you and breaks into a wide grin, finding your hand again. You wrestle him however, but how much resistant you can use against him.
Mark Tuan is forever stronger than you, in public or alone.
He yanks you closer when you apply more resistance, almost bringing you over to his seat if it isn't because of the handbrake separating you two.
"I just want to spend more time with you." He defends himself, another kiss pressed to the back of your hand. "Is that so wrong?"
Well it isn't wrong per se, but you can never guess his moves apparently. Better be careful next time if he decides to drop the filthy joke when you're eating or something.
"By being filthy!? That's so not you Tuan Yi-en."
"Ooh playing full name now? Sexy."
"Mark I'm this close to jump out of this window."
"What? Nooooo!" He laughs again, obviously not scared of your threat.
He glanced sideways, licking his lips before he continues, "I love you, baby."
There he goes again. Not even an hour into the journey and he starts acting out of his character. What is he really? Is he so excited for the trip?
He tightens your intertwined hands, softly wiping his thumb on your hand. "No, really. I love you. It's been a while since we take a break from the boys and today I found out why I fall in love with you again."
The hardest part of dating Mark Tuan is how he doesn't express his love verbally. He rarely tells, but you can see it through his actions. He thinks actions speak louder than words and he shows you how he appreciates you in his life.
Hearing him say it by himself is another thing to keep in your memory, you don't know when he will blurt things out like this again so you should savour this moment.
"I'm sorry that it's hard dating me. I don't say I love you a lot and Jaebeom scolds me for that."
"Urgh that busy body."
"But I promised myself, I'm going to make full use of this trip." He looks at you, finding you watching him in full interest. Licking his lips again, his hand expertly make a left turn before continuing, "I'll make sure you feel extra loved, extra happy and extra grateful to be my girlfriend."
"I'll be verbal and I'll tell you what my heart feels whenever you do something that makes it flips. I'll make sure," he turns to meet your eyes, "you won't regret dating me."
Your heart swells upon hearing insecurities pouring out of him. You know he is a man of few words but seeing him working hard to show you that he loves you, is enough to say that you'll only leave him when you die. Or maybe you'll ghost him after you die.
You climb the seat and is on your knees, hugging his shoulder while your lips pressed to his cheeks. "I won't regret dating you, Mark Tuan."
"You sure?"
"Mmhm."
"Promise?"
"Gotta make me Mrs Tuan first."
His head whips in lightning speed, eyes dilated and mouth ajar.
"What?" You giggle, seeing him shocked is so cute.
"You'd spent your life with me?" He asks in shock. "Really?"
"Of course," you press another kiss to his lips, maintaining eye contact. "But you need to have your eyes on the road mister because I don't want to die a virgin."
He scoffs, resuming his sight to the road, not before saying, "As if you're a virgin."
"Hey!"
"You slept with me!"
"Did not!"
"Whatt?"
And like that, the banter between you continues, starting your journey in the way that both of you know, will bring you closer than before.
