Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader | Genre: suggestive & slight smut | Warnings: mentions of hook ups, teasing, sexual innuendos, foreplay | WC: 1.3k
Request: School teacher mark X student getting a little heated in class
When you had met Mark over your summer break, your summer had heated up almost immediately. There were many nights where you were wrapped up in his sheets, him pleasuring you until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were screaming his name. Straddling his waist and having him moan your name out. You had never expected to see him again; it was just a summer fling, a hook up from time to time, yet, it was unexpected. While you hated having to say goodbye as your semester started back up and classes had to be your main priority. You had exchanged contact information, hoping that maybe, just maybe next summer you’d be able to run into one another again.
Of course for you and many others, It was tradition to dress a little nicer on your first day of classes, mainly to make a name for yourself and quite possibly catch the attention of some cute boys. In your mind, you needed to look presentable and appear that you wanted to be there even if you’d rather be anywhere but. Your jeans hugged all your curves, your blouse unbuttoned at the top. It showed your cleavage, but only enough for one to imagine. It was the one time in the semester where you would do your hair and makeup, the winged eyeliner making your hazel eyes pop, the cherry red lipstick standing out. Had you gone a little overboard? Sure. You never knew who was going to walk through the door though.
Imagine your surprise as well as his when your summer fling walked into your afternoon class, announcing that he was your professor.
His eyes met yours and stayed on you for a minute longer before clearing his throat moving around the room again to begin his lesson. At first you were a little shocked, though it didn’t take you long before a smirk adored your lips as you got comfortable in your seat with your arms crossed. This was going to be one hell of a semester. One thing you made sure for certain was that no one, literally no one knew about your summer fling with Mark. You didn’t bring him around your friends or introduce him to your family because you hadn’t thought it was going to last any longer than the summer and quite frankly, you didn’t see anything more coming out of it because of your messy, complicated life. Though, dating him would have been nice also.
You leaned forward in your seat, making sure you adjusted your arms so it made your breasts could stand out a little more. You saw Mark’s eyes on you and his tongue jutted out to wet and run over his bottom lip. You only smiled at him as he continued on, doing his best to avoid looking at you for the rest of the class, though, it was a struggle.
It didn’t go well for him that’s for sure. Mark thought you were beautiful when you two had first met and if he had known that you would run into each other again, he would have made it official. It took every ounce of self-control for him to not bend you over his desk right there in front of everyone and let your sinful noises ring out around the room. To let everyone know just how much he was able to pleasure you. That it would only take seconds before he had you screaming his name and begging him to ruin you.
He knew you were trying to rile him up. The way you would subtly adjust your bust so that he could almost see down your shirt. Or how you would slowly place your finger in your mouth and slide it out, pretending you were thinking hard about something. He knew you were thinking hard, but not about your upcoming class work that was going to be due in a few days. Though, he was thinking hard too, but not about the difficulty of his first assessment to his students or remembering students' names.
As soon as he was allowed and it was ideal, Mark had ended classes and bid his goodbyes to his students before letting them know that there were no extra readings for tomorrow. As you were packing up your belongings, a little slower than intended too, Mark called out to you, “Miss L/N,” He said, dark eyes boring into yours, “Please come to my office when you can. There’s some things we have to go over,” You nodded, waiting for the other students to file out before you followed Mark down to his office.
Once you were inside his office, he closed the door and locked it almost instantly, pushing you flush against the wall, lips already trailing wet, messy kisses down your neck, “You’re such a fucking tease. You know that right?” He breathed, nipping at your skin.
You let out a soft moan, pulling him closer to you as much as you could, “But I haven’t done anything, professor,” Your sultry voice rang out.
He pulled his lips away from your neck, body still flush against yours, his hardening erection pressed against your needy core as he narrowed his eyes at you, “No? So you hadn’t just happened to press your boobs against the desk and unbutton your shirt a little more? Or look at me like you're trying to imagine all the possible ways I could have you bent over a piece of furniture, moaning my name.”
You did your best to suppress the small whimper, pretending to think about his words before smiling at him, “Had I known it was going to be you as my professor, I would have worn something a little more revealing as well as made a few questionable comments,” You teased.
Without saying a word, Mark picked you up, hands placed firmly on your thighs as he carried you over to the small couch in the corner of his office, sitting down with you on his lap, “I’m pretty sure this breaks like every teacher-student code in the book,” You said, already slipping his shirt off.
His grip tightened on your waist as his lips captured yours in another passionate kiss that left you breathless, “Guess you’ll just have to keep your little mouth closed so we don’t get caught,” He teased, “Although, you can be pretty vocal kitten.”
You grinned widely, as a small gasp escaped your lips as he slipped your clothes off easily, trailing kisses down your body until he pushed you back against the couch and hovered over you before you felt his lips connect with your heated core. True to his words, it was hard for you to stay quiet as you let out a loud moan, gripping his hair tightly, letting the pleasure take over you.
Adding to Mark’s ego, it did only take you a few seconds to start moaning and whimpering out his name, lifting your hips and riding his face to gain more friction. His tongue mercilessly lapped your hardened bud, two of his long digits slipping into your wet core. You let out a sudden gasp as the feeling, one hand tightening your grip on his hair whilst the other clawed at his back.
He pulled back suddenly, clapping a hand over your mouth, “I told you to be quiet, kitten,” He snapped, hand staying against your mouth as he gave you a smirk before diving down and continuing to devour your needy core.
This was going to be a really interesting and scandalous semester.
Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: mentions of an injury | WC: 750 words
Request: hello loves! may i please request a mark fic where the reader injures themselves and they try to hide it from mark because of everything that's going on with got7. Though one night at your apartment you slip in front of him and you are in excruciating pain
Last week during a night out you had stepped incorrectly in your heels which resulted in a slight twinge. At the time, it didn’t hurt much but you had chalked that up to be the alcohol flowing through your body. However, the next day your ankle was swollen and bruised and you could barely walk on it.
You had brushed it off; it wasn’t broken. You could still walk on it. Sure, it hurt like hell but it meant it wasn’t broken. You had limped around work for the week and now that it was Friday and the weekend again, you were starting to feel the pain of your ankle. It was throbbing and you wanted nothing more than to just lay on the couch all weekend and ice it with a bag of frozen peas.
You jumped a little as you heard the door to your apartment open, “I’m home, love!” You felt yourself panic a bit because you hadn’t quite told Mark about your ankle. Part of that was he had been so busy with his groupmates and figuring out next steps he hadn’t really been home for more than to sleep. Another part of it was you really didn’t think it was that serious and you didn’t want to stress him out more than he already was over something as small as a sprained ankle.
“Hey you,” you smiled up at him. He kissed your forehead as he sat down next to you, “How’d it go today?” You asked and he smiled and nodded his head slightly.
“Good. I think we’ve finally got it all figured out. In a few weeks it’s just going to be you, me and all of America to see,” he grinned and you laughed, pecking his lips.
“Well, I can’t wait,” you told him.
You were happy they had figured things out and excited for the next adventure of your life with Mark. Sure, you’d miss living in Korea and the friends you had made, but you were excited for all the new things to come, “Let me get dinner started,” you said as you pecked his cheek and made your way to the kitchen.
However, being the clumsy fool you were, tripped over the rug on your already injured ankle. You yelped in pain, collapsing to the floor and gripping it. Mark was by your side in seconds, eyes filled with worry, “Are you okay?! What happened?!” He pulled your hands away from your ankle, eyes going wide when he saw how swollen and bruised it was, “How did this happen?! When did this happen?”
You gripped his shoulder tight, trying to imagine transferring the pain to him instead. You explained to him what happened last weekend and how you had just ignored it and walked on it all week. You told him why you hadn’t told him and while he could somewhat understand, he was upset you hadn’t said anything sooner, “What if it’s broken now? It’s so bruised babe.” He brushed his thumb over it lightly.
“C’mon, we’re ordering takeout tonight.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you back to the couch. Coming back a few minutes later with a frozen bag of vegetables and setting it as gently as he could on your ankle. It did help with the pain. He handed his phone to you, telling you to pick whatever it was you wanted to eat tonight.
A few hours and some takeout boxes later, Mark was laying behind you on the couch, half asleep with his arm thrown over you. You were pressed snuggly into his chest and almost asleep yourself, “Tell me next time,” he murmured and you hummed in response as he kissed your forehead as you felt him smiling.
“Remember what we promised when we first started dating?” You peeked an eye open and grunted, “No secrets,” he nodded, “No secrets. So, tell me next time you’re hurt.” You laughed a little and snuggled deeper into his chest.
“I hardly think this counts as a secret, Tuan.” He huffed in annoyance as you smiled at him, “How can I marry you if you keep secrets from me?!”
You knew he was teasing but it still made you freeze for a minute, “y-you want to marry me?” His face turned serious and he paled a little bit. You figured that was a secret he had been keeping. “Now look who’s keeping secrets!” You teased and he chuckled nervously.
Pairing: Mark Tuan x choreographer!reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: passing out, reader not eating but not ED related, hospital, needles and blood drawing | WC: 1.1k
Request: Omg I love your extra member fics!!! Can I request where the reader is git7s choreographer and also marks gf!!! And she is so focused on helping them for their comeback that she forgets to eat and she passes out but also it's worse than it seems because she's anaemic so she needs to go to the hospital
“Let’s take ten and then start on the next song!” You called out and the others nodded gratefully.
You wiped the excessive amount of sweat from your forehead and collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted. You smiled to yourself as you glanced to the side at the seven boys that were breathing heavily and dramatically as they sprawled across the floor and couch.
If someone had told you seven years ago that accepting the dance teacher position would have led you to where you were today, you would have laughed in their face. You thought you’d just be teaching the incoming trainees, not working with one of JYP’s most successful groups.
However, the boys were all super welcoming to you and you only had to yell at them sometimes. That was also when Mark started to take an interest in you. It was helpful because while you had Korean relatives, you had never lived in Korea or knew much about the culture until moving here. Your Korean wasn’t the best, but it was passable and the boys were always helping you learn more, especially Mark.
It didn’t take long for you two to start dating. While you would get teasing from BamBam and Yugyeom, you both knew when you needed to be professional. You stood up from the ground and placed your hand on your head as you had a sudden rush of a dizzy spell which resulted in you squeezing your eyes shut in hopes it would pass quickly.
“Y/N, you okay?” You opened your eyes to see Youngjae in front of you, hands out as if he was ready to catch you at any moment. You smiled at him and nodded.
“I’m fine! I just need to take my pills. I haven’t eaten much the past few days either.” Youngjae nodded in understanding before calling out to you as he walked the other way.
“I’ll save you the biggest portion of noodles,” He winked which caused you to chuckle.
You walked over to your bag, digging through it for your pills. You had been diagnosed with anemia when you were a little girl and had been on different pills and vitamins since to balance it out. However, watching your diet and not skipping meals played a big part in that too. You felt a little guilty for sugarcoating it to Youngjae.
Due to you being so focused on making this their best comeback yet, you had neglected to eat regularly and properly, let alone sleep normally. You had been up for hours the past month perfecting their choreography because you wanted to make sure they had something great to show the fans.
You groaned out in annoyance as you realized you forgot your pills back at Mark’s. You stood up, hoping that just eating something would help, however the minute you stood up, you paled and collapsed on the ground with a thud.
“Y/N!” Mark yelled as he ran over to you. You were extremely pale and your pulse was low, “Call an ambulance!” He yelled in panic.
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The boys were crowded in your small room, waiting for you to wake up. The doctor had taken some blood and confirmed your iron levels were dangerously low which also made your oxygen levels really low. Mark sat at your bedside, staring at the oxygen mask on your face and listening intently for the beeping of the heart monitor.
He knew you were anemic and he had always been diligent on making sure you were eating and taking all your supplements properly, but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that this was somehow his fault. You had both been so busy lately that he had slacked off on making sure you were okay.
“She’ll be alright,” Jaebeom said as he placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “She’s a tough one and will be up and dancing in no time,” He reassured which prompted Mark to only nod and sigh as he interlocked your hands and kissed your knuckles.
You stirred, fluttering your eyes open and groaning at the pounding in your head.
“Y/N!” Mark shouted, moving closer to you. You winced as you saw the needle in your hand.
“Mark, w-what happened?” You stuttered, your head was hurting and you were confused as to why you were in the hospital with a needle in your hand.
“You passed out,” Jinyoung explained calmly, on the other side of your bed as he offered you a kind smile.
“You, missy, haven’t been taking care of yourself properly,” Yugyeom teased, pinching your shin as you could only roll your eyes at him. You were always hounding them to take care of themselves and eat and sleep properly and now, here you were, in a hospital bed because you didn’t take your own advice.
“I think this is the perfect time for us to nag you about it now,” BamBam teased with a wink and you groaned.
“The maknae’s giving me life advice? The world is really ending,” They feigned offense and Mark chuckled. The color was back to your skin and you didn’t look dead anymore.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” He murmured and you smiled, running your hand without the IV in it through his hair.
“I’m sorry for worrying you,” You all sat there, talking about nonsense, “When can I go home though?” You asked, you just really hated laying in bed and you’d much rather do that at home with Mark.
Mark shook his head, “Not until the doctor clears you. So, I’ll be back tomorrow to keep you company,” Your eyes widened as he kissed your forehead and stood up.
“You can’t be serious! I’m fine now! I don’t even feel dizzy anymore!” Mark only clicked his tongue, shaking his head as Jaebeom gathered everyone else to leave.
“Get some rest, noona! Make sure you eat properly! Three meals a day or we’re firing you!” Yugyeom teased as he skipped out of the room. You glared at him and then at your supposed boyfriend.
“You can’t be serious?” He only smiled at you, kissing your forehead one more time.
“Eight hours of sleep and three meals tomorrow and maybe I’ll consider letting you go home,” He chuckled before walking out of the room.
Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader | Genre: fluff | Warnings: none | WC: 2.5k
You sighed as you let your best friend pull your hair in all different directions, “You’re gonna make me bald with how hard you’re pulling,” You glared towards your friend who offered you a bright smile in return as she pulled even harder.
“Shut it! It’s our high school reunion. We have to stand out and look hot,” You rolled your eyes at her words. You were not looking forward to this reunion and you honestly preferred to stay in, “Besides, Yugyeom said Mark will be there!” Your friend teased with a smirked, wiggling her eyebrows as you rolled your eyes.
“That was years ago idiot, I don’t like him anymore. It was just a stupid high school crush,” You defended yourself as you listened to your friend scoff.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. I’m sure that's why I hear you moaning his name in your sleep and you haven’t been able to keep a steady relationship in years,” She said looking your way to see you shoot her a glare through the mirror.
“Exactly,” She smirked at your response.
You groaned, slumping your shoulders, “He never liked me that way, so it’s better to just let it be!”
“You don’t know that Y/N. You never asked him back then,” She scoffed as you did your best to brush everything away.
“Not everyone can be like you and Yugyeom,” She smacked your shoulder as she threw the most scandalous dress towards you.
“Shut up and put this on and I swear to god if you mess your hair and makeup up in the process you’ll end up in a wheelchair,” She threatened.
“Whatever,” You scrunched your nose up at the threat before moving into a change room and putting the plain black dress over your head. It was definitely cute, a little skimpy and not usually your style but so what? You didn’t have anyone to impress. You looked great.
Hell, you didn’t even want to go. You were just content with sitting on your couch and eating junk food until your eyes forced themselves closed. It’s not that you didn’t like parties, you just didn’t have many friends in high school. You only had your best friend who is still by your side to this day, she had introduced you to her group of friends. They were all boys and you were surprised but they were all funny and if you were being honest, it was what made your four years bearable.
Then there was him. Mark Tuan. The hottie of the school at that time. He was tall, handsome and funny. He was the sweetest and while he had a resting bitch face, he was one of the nicest people you had ever met in your life. You and Mark had gotten close pretty quick and all throughout your high school days you two were practically glued at the hip.
It wasn’t a secret to any of your friends that you had a crush on him and you had crushed hard. Although, you could never bring yourself to tell him. It was the little things he did like, pick you up and drive you to school, walk you home if it got too late. Brought you meals and made sure that you ate well, helped you study. He even would stand up for you when you were being picked on, even when it was just teasing by your shared friends.
Unfortunately for you, it had only ever stayed that way, a crush. At some point you had realized that you were quite in love with the man you called your best friend. You never thought he would feel the same way, so you distanced yourself. You started replying to his messages less and less, avoided him in the hallways until eventually you all but disappeared from his life. Not by his choice, of course.
Your friend wasn’t wrong when she said you couldn’t hold a steady relationship. You had tried to move on, thinking it would be easy since you had moved away to college and were no longer in contact with him, but you were wrong. You always found yourself comparing your dates to him. He would pull your chair out for you but they wouldn’t, or how he was patient with you and knew when you needed your space but the others couldn’t seem to tell unless you screamed in their face.
Now you were going to see him again, tonight for a few hours just to have those feelings come back to full force. There was a pang in your chest as you painfully reminded yourself he didn’t harbor those same feelings for you. You slipped the heels on, waltzing out of your room, ready to just get this night over with and then come home and plop on your couch and eat your sadness away.
“You look hot, mama” Your friend winked at you as she shoved you out the door.
You laughed, shaking your head. “What would I do without you?” You sighed, dramatically and she chuckled, climbing into the driver's seat.
“Wallow in self-pity on your couch and most likely live in sweatpants and leggings.” She teased and you chuckled, agreeing with her.
Her and Yugyeom had started dating only your second year of high school and had been together ever since. They were utterly in love with each other and you were surprised that he hadn’t popped the question yet. The two of them lived together and he had been the only one from the group that you had kept in contact with. You were happy for her albeit feeling jealous as well. You just wished you would find your person like that.
“Here we are! Let’s go!” Your friend squealed as she jumped out of the car and you smiled at her excitement and realized why she was so popular in high school. She was pretty and bubbly. Everything you weren’t. As you two walked towards the doors, you felt the anxiety rise to your stomach, maybe you should wait until she was taken with Yugyeom and then make your way towards exit.
You showed your tickets, taking your nameplates and walking in to find your table. Thankfully, you were sitting with your friend and Yugyeom and BamBam. You had dearly missed BamBam. He was hilarious, never failing to make you laugh until you thought you were going to puke.
“Damn, Y/N! You look hot.” He winked as he pulled you into a tight, much needed hug.
“Nice to see you haven’t lost your charm.” You chuckled as you sat down. Unfortunately for you, the other two people at your table were the two who seemed to pick on you the most during high school. You frowned as BamBam left to go grab drinks for everyone.
“You really haven’t changed much, Y/N,.” One of them said.
“I see you haven’t changed much,” You rolled your eyes but immediately froze when you heard that voice.
His voice. You stood up on shaky legs and turned around with a smile plastered on your face. You felt the butterflies in your stomach and your heart rate sped up. He looked even more handsome than he did back then, if that was even possible. His black hair was swept back, and he was dressed in button up and black pants. He had dress shoes on and his smile took your breath away, just like it did back then. Dark brown eyes were still just as warm and as gentle as you could remember.
“Oh! Hey, Mark!” It was the girls that were seated with you and you rolled your eyes, not before offering him a small smile. You saw him frown as the two approached him, taking a step back to put distance between them.
“You look so good! Are you married? How have things been? You remember us, right?” They batted their eyelashes and squeezed their boobs together to try and catch his attention. You snorted, turning around and sitting back down.
“I remember, actually I wanted to catch up with Y/N. Maybe we could chat later?” He said sweetly and you heard one of them scoff.
“That loser? She’s got nothing going on in her life, Mark. Besides, you were attached at the hip in high school. Don’t you think it’s fair to give us a chance?” Just by her tone of voice you knew she was batting her eyelashes.
You rolled your eyes, getting up and stomping away. You needed another drink. Sure, maybe you weren’t the most accomplished, but you had just graduated and were still waiting for a job opportunity in your field. You may not be married or have kids or have a fancy car, but you were comfortable with how your life was right now. It was simple and easy, unlike here, where it was anything but. Only to serve as reminders of just how much of a loser you actually were.
You gulped your drink down, feeling the alcohol warm your stomach. “Are you still a light weight?” You jumped at Mark’s voice. Turning around to face him with wide eyes.
“How’d you escape the two bimbos?” You asked and he shrugged, smiling at your weak jab at them.
“I just walked away, to be honest. I don’t even remember their names.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh and it was like music to his ears.
As you gathered yourself, you failed to notice his eyes traveling up and down your body. You looked just the same as he remembered, maybe a little taller but not much. Your black hair was in some fancy updo that he knew you would have no way of knowing how to do. The black dress came down to your mid-thigh and he noticed you had pulled it up a little more to cover your cleavage. He couldn’t help but smile at that; you were always modest.
“You really look great.” He said quietly and you felt your cheeks heat up before offering a small thanks. “I take it Lisa dragged you here?” He asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the makeshift bar counter next to you.
You scrunched your nose and nodded. “Of course she did, semantics and all that. She really just wanted to get me out of my apartment I’m sure.” You said and he chuckled, shaking his head.
“Still the same old Y/N,” He chuckled.
You shrugged, mocking offense. “I like how I am, thank you very much.” You threw your head up in the air and added a little ‘hmph’ to it. He chuckled again, shaking his head.
“I like you too.” You froze for a moment, feeling your heart rate pick up and your cheeks heat up. There’s no way he could’ve meant it like that, “You wanna dance? I wanna see if you still have two left feet.”
You collected yourself and rolled your eyes, scoffing and taking his hand and dragging him to the dance floor. “Some things have changed, Tuan.” You sneered and he raised a brow, egging you on.
“Prove it.” You froze as his mouth was right next to your ear and you shivered when you felt his breath hit your skin.
“Stop flirting and just dance, Tuan.” You huffed and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
“I can do both.” He said nonchalantly and you looked at him, confused again. “Why would you flirt with me?” You asked.
He looked at you like you had three heads, “Really, Y/N? You’re not that dense.” You looked at him, still clearly confused and he pinched the bridge of his nose before returning his hand to your waist and dancing around with you. “I like you. I’ve liked you for years, but then you stopped talking to me and I thought you just didn’t like me anymore.” You felt your breath hitch, staring wide-eyed in shock at the man in front of you.
He liked you? For years? Since high school? There was no way that Mark fucking Tuan liked you. No way, not a chance. You refused to believe it.
“Don’t joke with me, Tuan.” You quivered out and he shook his head, grabbing your chin with his hand and forcing you to look into the swimming pool of brown in his eyes. All you saw was love and fondness and maybe a little bit of fear. Mark Tuan? Scared? Never.
“I’ve liked you since high school, but I was too much of a pussy to tell you.” The tips of his ears turned red and he finally let go of your face, averting his gaze to the floor. You smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you cupped his cheek with your hand, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. He looked at you in shock, cheeks burning red as his fingers traced where your lips just were.
“Well, Tuan. I’ve liked you since high school too.” You smirked and he smiled wide, brighter than you ever saw before. It probably beat out the cheap disco ball they had hanging from the ceiling.
“You wanna get out of here?” He questioned as he nodded towards the exit and you quirked your brow, “I know you hate these things and honestly, I only came in hopes you’d be here. Let’s go to your house? Pizza and junk food and bad Netflix movies?”
You smiled brightly, nodding your head furiously, “Sounds like a perfect first date.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together, pulling you towards the door.
“For the record,” He said as you got into his car, “This is one of many dates. I’m not letting you run away again.” You laughed as he closed the door and got into the driver's seat, taking off towards your place as you gave him directions.
That’s what you two did for the rest of the night; ate pizza and junk food, you changed out of your dress and into your sweats and t-shirt and him finding a pair of Yugyeom’s stray shorts lingering in your friends room and a t-shirt, slipping it on. You had your head on his shoulder as you shoved chips into your mouth and he smiled, nudging your head and making you sit up to look at him.
He kissed you, his lips almost fitting too perfectly to your own as you smiled before kissing him back, reaching your hand around to rest on the back of his neck. You both only pulled away once oxygen was screaming to enter your lungs. Breathing heavy, forehead against yours, Mark looked at you with the same fondness that you’ve always seen in his eyes.
“Be mine? Girlfriend, wife, fiancé, whatever you want. But be mine?” He asked and you felt your cheeks heat up again, before smiling ever so brightly..
“I’m expecting a better proposal, Tuan. So, I’ll settle for your girlfriend for now,” You chuckled as you initiated the kiss this time. Everything felt right, like everything was finally in place.
