#mark tuan request

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Fractures | Mark Tuan

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: angst, fluff

Request: “Y/n didnt tell mark that she was sick/ injured as it was comeback season, until he found out unexpectedly. A fight broke out.”

A/n: this is set during last piece era. I hope all you guys enjoy this!

        If anyone were to ask you if you were ignoring Mark, you’d simply say no, but rather you were occupying your time with non-Mark related things. Plus, you didn’t want to distract Mark during this time as it was the last GOT7 comeback as GOT7 under JYP. You knew that this was special to Mark, to all of the guys. The last thing he needed was for you to bother him. Even if it meant you had to hold back some information from him.

        Sometime before the comeback, while Mark was busy preparing for it, you had a minor accident that resulted in you fracturing your wrist. You chose to not tell Mark about it, knowing that he would’ve made a big deal about it, and taken his time to take care of you. You knew he didn’t have time for him to take care of you with the comeback and all. However, the last thing you expected was for Mark to barge into your apartment late at night.

        “Mark? What’re you doing here?”

        Gently grabbing your fractured wrist, he asks you, “When were you planning on telling me about this?”

        “After the comeback?” you say innocently. Wanting to change the topic, you question, “How’d you find out anyways?”

        “Youngjae.” Internally you curse Youngjae. You thought you could trust him with this information.

        “Please don’t make a big deal about this. It’s just a fractured wrist.” Although you were happy to see Mark after such a long time, you didn’t necessarily like that fact that he was acting this way towards you.

        “Yeah, a fractured wrist that could get worse if you put too much strain on it. I know you Y/n, you don’t like it when others do things for you, so I know you’ve been doing everything by yourself as if it’s just a normal day, but it’s not. You should’ve told me, so I could’ve been here to take care of you.”

        Pressing a palm against Mark’s chest, signaling for him to stop talking, you go on to say, “First of all, I didn’t tell you because you were too busy with the comeback and I know how much this means to you; and second of all, don’t talk to me as if I’m a child Mark. I can take care of myself.”

        Scoffing, Mark responds, “Obviously not if you’ve managed to fracture your wrist doing such a simple task.”

        “Oh my gosh,” wanting to get away from Mark, you leave the room with Mark following your trail. “Don’t walk away from me Y/n. We’re not done talking.”

        “Well I am,” you say, slamming you bedroom door in Mark’s face.

        Knowing you well enough, Mark doesn’t try to get you to open the door. He knows that the two of you just needed some down to calm down. Retreating from the door, Mark decides to leave and go to the dance studio, thinking that dancing could distract him from his frustrations.

        From the other side of the door, you slowly sink down to the ground, listening to the door slam. You knew that Mark was being irrational, but only because you knew that he cared so much about you and didn’t like the thought of you being hurt.  Neither of you said it, but you knew Mark’s behavior was because he blamed himself for not being able to take care of you.

        Even prior to this comeback, you and Mark had rarely spent time with each other. Of course the time spent apart put a strain on your relationship, so the message was very clear that Mark’s anger was not about your fractured wrist, but about your fractured relationship. And like Mark said, things could get worse if you put too much strain on it.

        Deciding to be the bigger person, you grab your phone and send Mark a text, “Please come back.”

        20 minutes later you hear knocking at your door. Opening up the door, you are met with the sight of Mark with a sadden look on his face. Speaking at the same time, the two of you say, “I’m sorry.”

        Stepping aside to let Mark in, the two of you sit down on your couch to talk. Before you could say your thoughts, Mark speaks up, “Before you say anything, I want to speak first.”

        Gently grabbing your hand, Mark begins to say, “What happened earlier was blown out of proportion. I was too much; I shouldn’t have spoken that way to you. I’m afraid to admit this, but this comeback has taken a toll on me and I was throwing all my emotions at you. I’m sorry.”

        “Mark,” you call out to him, making him look you in the eyes, “It’s okay. I know that things have been rough for you. That’s why I didn’t think it was necessary to talk about my wrist, but you and I both know that this was much more than about my wrist and this comeback. This is about our relationship.”

        Sighing, Mark runs a hand over his tired face, “I know. It’s just that we’ve been so distant lately, and I just miss you. I miss your voice; I miss seeing your face; I miss you.”

        “I miss you too, Mark, but you could’ve just talked to me. I know you don’t like talking about your feelings like this, but you know I would never judge you.”

        “I just thought that once this comeback was over that we could go back to the way things were before. I’m going to have more free time after this, so we’ll be able to spend time with each other more, but I realize now that I shouldn’t have waited. I should’ve just came to you.” Listening to Mark explain everything to you made your heart ache. This moment of time was one of the hardest for Mark and you realize now that instead of ignoring him, you should’ve been there for him.

        “Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. I haven’t really been supportive recently, but I just want you to know that, I’m proud of what you’ve done up to this point, and that I’ll support you every step of the way afterwards.”

        Bringing your hand up to his lips, Mark plants a kiss on the back of your hand, “You know I love you, right?”

        “Of course I do, and I love you too.”

        Once the two of you have fully made up, you guys decide to order take out and watch some Disney movies.

        “Don’t you have to go back to the company?” you ask Mark as you snuggle closer into his chest, waiting for your food to arrive.

        “Nah, I told them I wasn’t coming back tonight.” Slightly pulling away from him, you look up at him, “Oh, so you just knew we were going to make up and that you were going to be staying over?”

        “I had a feeling.” Mark says before he presses a kiss on your temple. Gently grabbing your injury, Mark plants a kiss on your wrist.

        “What was that for?” you ask him.

        “I heard kisses made booboos feel better.”

        Feeling playful, you say to him, “Well, if that’s the kiss, I think I have a boohoo on my lips.”

        “Oh? Do you now? Then let me do something for you.” Shutting your eyes, you wait for Mark to plant a kiss on your lips, but when you feel his lips land on the corner of your mouth, you smack Mark on the chest with a big pout on your face. “I think you missed.”

        “Did I now? Here, let me try again.”

        This time, when Mark does plant a kiss on your lips, a smile forms on your face, “Better. Though I think you still need to work on your aim. Why don’t you try again?”

        As the two of you lean in for another kiss, someone begins to knock on your door. Swiftly, Mark removes himself from underneath you, “Food’s here.” Internally, you curse the delivery man and decide that once Mark returns he owed you more kisses, to make up for all the kisses you missed.

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[painted-cherries]

lingering

pairing: mark tuan x reader

warnings: mention of a gun and drugs, but no use and no death or shooting.

genre: fluff, slight angst but purely for the sake of plot I swear

words: 2.4k +

request: “ Can I have mark tuan soulmate au where he's a workaholic cop,and doesn't believe in soulmates, but then falls for her when he sees her? Please and thank you. Hope this makes sense :) “

a/n: yes! I am a fool for a good soulmate prompt, especially with Mark, he has the perfect image for this. I may or may not have projected my love for B99 in this fic as well... I am still accepting requests! You can drop one in my inbox if you click here.

March had passed, spitting out the few last cold fronts and mini snowfalls it could before April would take its place. Spring was on the verge of spilling to full bloom; what better time to find your soulmate than when the earth is renewing herself with luscious evergreen and flowers? The search for one;s soulmate is always random, but typically when someone would least expect it. There had been stories of people finding their respective partner in little moments like needing to borrow change in line at the cafe, or even sharing a seat on the bus. Every situation was very unique to each couple, and it was hard to anticipate when or where they’ll meet- sometimes in not very graceful situations. Spring time meant that there would be a plethora of new soulmates discovering each other; spring was a popular season, as well as that small period of time where fall slowly freezes into the coming winter. Many of these couples could be found around every corner and on every curb, hand-in-hand grateful to finally find comfort in someone’s arms. The soulmate system is a work of wonders for everyone right?

In the spring, Mark could be found working overtime at the station, catching up on potential hours he missed in the winter, when he had left to visit family for the holidays. He dreaded those visits, despite being able to see his family, the extended was always hounding him about not seeking out his soulmate more actively, He was well into his mid-twenties now, and was still without a girlfriend, let alone a wife. The truth was, Mark was already committed. He worked every day at the station, and not unwillingly. He practically begged other for the shifts that they didn’t want, and the chief himself had to limit him in his overtime that he worked so often. Mark Tuan was married to his job, and that’s how he preferred to live his life. His job gave him a type of natural high. Car chases, and drug busts exhilarated him. to no end. He was constantly working new cases and excelled so high that other detectives were practically begging him to assist them on their cases. 

He would go on and on for hours about a new murder or robbery that was filed to anyone who would listen- if he even had time in the first place- but love was not up for discussion. He had never trusted the link between soulmates- he thought it was madness that two people could be destined to be together for the rest of their lives without knowing or choosing to be with said person from the get go. He didn’t believe in predetermined destinies; he had grown up on his own accord with the ideology that we create our own fates, that we choose what we do and who we love- if we want to love at all.

The controversial animosity he felt for the soulmate idea was something he would never express to anyone- not his parents-who were happily put together by through their souls- or especially his friends, whom most of them had already fallen victim to the link. He had witnessed it everywhere and anywhere, yet he still refused to believe that there was another person out there who was destined to be his forever, before they were even old enough to know what love was. 

The day was young, and on this fine Monday, Mark Tuan was unsurprisingly working yet another shift at the Los Angeles Police Department. He walked with a spring in his step and clocked in. Mark’s daily routine never changed. Sometimes his hours shifted, but that was the most change he had seen since he became so invested in his work. Every day he would wake up and take a shower to wake himself up since he wasn’t naturally very upbeat in the morning. After that, he would eat exactly one bagel with as much cream cheese as he desired, and a banana as he walked out the door on his way to work. That was how he lived; he ate the same thing, combed his hair the same way, and worked the same shifts. It was monotonous, but Mark wouldn’t prefer it any other way. He didn’t need anything different because he obtained his thrill in car chases and drug busts, making arrests and receiving praise for his work.  

Today he was going to follow up on a lead that he had found the day before. Recently the department had finally discovered some lower level criminals that could bring them right to the door of their most wanted: a man who ran all of the drug deals throughout LA, a man that only referred to himself as The King... Not humble or subtle. His real name was Jackson Wang, and he wasn’t even on the down low. This man flaunted his success, but his ability to slip away from the LAPD is what kept him out of a cell to this day.

Mark sat at his desk skimming through files and prepping for the endeavor; he and his partner, Jinyoung, were planning to have an undercover meeting with one of The King’s best dealers, hoping that his arrest could help them locate where every single one of Wang’s hide outs were so that he could no longer slip through the department’s fingers, or more specifically Mark’s. He had been working the case tirelessly for the past three months, and he was tired of letting him get the best of him. Today was going to be a big day, he could feel it in his bones.

He was deep into the case file when Jinyoung walked up, and sat a chocolate muffin on his desk next the open manila folder. 

“Okay what time did you want to head out for the rendezvous spot?” 

Mark looked up from the paperwork and tore a piece of the muffin top off and popped it into his mouth.

“Well I was thinking,” he said with a mouth full of muffin. “that maybe we should go early and scout potential spots that he could escape in case he knows it’s a set up.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want me to see if Officer Kim and his partner could provide some back up?”

Mark rolled his eyes. “No ask Sarge if he’ll cover us. Those two aren’t bad cops but this bust could really lead to a big break in our careers.”

Jinyoung let out a sigh of relief and nodded his head in agreement. Yugyeom and Bam, as he liked to be called, always managed to get on Jinyoung’s nerves. They excelled at policing minor things like busting large college parties at night shift, or giving tickets to people who jay walk downtown. This was a large scale deal that Mark didn’t have time to play around with, and Sargent Lim Jaebum would be great for the job. He was refined, and took things seriously. He helped the captain keep things in order but was still a great friend to get a drink with. He was able to appropriately set a boundry between the workplace and friendship, and Mark knew that he was reliable no matter what the circumstances.

“Okay Tuan, you ready to head out?” Jinyoung called out. 

“Let’s go make an arrest fellas,” Mark replied as he excitedly stood from his chair, and walked out the door with his gun and badge in hand. 

The ride there consisted of a comfortable silence, and JB followed the two in his own car. After scouting for spots that the other two could maintain in case of a chase, Jinyoung dropped Mark off a block from the empty, blocked off parking garage that they were using as a meeting point, and drove off to remain inconspicuous. 

Mark took out his phone and started so scroll through meaningless social media so that he could remain undercover. He was always very hyper aware of his surroundings, as a detective should be. He thought about how warm the air was, just now realizing that the weather was finally changing. He thought about how it was practically yesterday when the weather would barely go above 50 degrees, and it hit him how quickly life was moving by. It literally hit him. Mark had the air knocked out of him when he felt himself collide with another person that was walking in the opposite direction. He landed hard on his back, and the person that caused it came tumbling down with him. 

“Oh shit I am so so sorry,” the person said in a hurry. He opened his eyes to see a young woman being to scramble off of him, and stand. She offered a hand to him, and the moment he took it, he felt a warm sensation spread throughout the cavity of his chest. He could barely get a good look at her before he realized that he was minutes from being late to meeting Wang’s dealer, and took off, muttering a ‘thanks’ under his breath. The girl stood there stunned, shocked by the sudden pull towards the strange man, and confused that he hadn’t stopped to acknowledge the obvious link between them. She wasn’t sure of the reason he ran off so quickly, but she decided that if that was her soulmate then she needed to know who he was, and proceeded to follow him.

Mark couldn’t stop seeing the small glimpses of her face after he ran off. He couldn’t stop thinking about the warmth that has taken over his better judgement, even as he comes face to face with what could be his big break in busting this underground drug ring. His mind was so preoccupied that he couldn’t help but flinch when the dealer slammed the grams of coke on the table between them. 

“Three grams of coke like discussed. Now where’s my payment, pretty boy?” the man spat at Mark.

“I-I have it right here just a moment,” and he pretended to fumble for his wallet. On cue he counted 5 seconds from when the man asked for money, and pulled out his PD badge exclaiming “LA PD”, just as Jinyoung busted into the building as they planned.

“Oh shit,” the guy grunted to himself, and not wanting to take an inventory loss, he grabbed the goods and started to run out what had appeared to be a blocked off exit, but opened for the man with ease.

“Jinyoung! Let JB know they’re taking the southwest exit now!” Mark said as he sprinted after the man. 

This dealer had obviously been trained to avoid being caught at all costs; he was using every resource available to keep Mark four steps behind him at all times. He dumped over crates, threw things carelessly behind him, and ran up the stairs from the lower levels nearly three steps at a time. Now more than ever, Mark cursed his short legs. Once the two reached ground level, the man narrowly slipped past Jinyoung after attempting to knock him to the ground. Mark ran past his partner and was so hyper focused on the perp in front of him, he didn’t notice the woman who was approaching him, oblivious to the chase happening before her. For the second time that day, Mark Tuan landed flat on the ground alongside a mystery woman with an unforgettable gaze.

Mark blinked and could hear the sarge yell from a distance, “LET’S GO TUAN, PICK IT UP.”

He began to recollect himself from the ground, this time he was up on his feet  before the girl in front of him. He offered his hand to her like she did the time before, almost like fate was trying to rewrite their meeting herself. The woman took his hand, and stood before him, brushing her disheveled hair from her face. This time around, Mark got a proper look at her face. He felt his pulse nearly pop from his veins, and his heart fell to his feet and remained there on the sidewalk, stunned. He knew in that moment that this was it, he was becoming what he would categorize as a victim to the soulmate link. But in this moment it didn’t feel like he was a victim. He felt light. There was sunshine pouring from his soul, shinning bright from the hollow behind his eyes and his rough touch on her small hand was weightless. 

‘Who are you?” was all he could ask.

She felt his aura engulf her. This time he lingered long enough for her to notice his more than handsome features. His jawline was strong, tense because she knew this wasn’t an experience he had ever anticipated, especially at this timing. His features were solid and defined, almost as if he had been a model in a past life. But that didn’t matter because he was meant to be hers in this lifetime, until the sun’s light burnt out and the tides stopped crashing for the moon. She placed a hand on his face and grazed it softly, dragging her thumb over his lip ever so slightly. The silence was broken when JB’s voice claiming that he and Jinyoung had caught the dealer, rang out loud over the earpiece he wore for undercover operations such as this one.

“My name is Mark. Ask for me at the LA PD,” he said to her quickly before taking off to help his friends with the arrest. 

As Mark ran, he couldn’t help but think about the woman now clearly identified as his soulmate. He was no longer worried about the countless days he would endure working to bring himself a peace of mind that he couldn’t obtain alone. He thought about the radiance in her eyes, and how even standing together made him feel something whole rather than apart and scattered. He felt her touch linger on his lip and cheek. He continued to feel her ghost touch as he handcuffed the man, and even after arriving back at the station, floating around on a high that wasn’t from booking a criminal for once. He no longer felt it lingering after he saw her waiting at the front door of the department, and walked straight up to her, pressing their lips together then and there before she could even utter a ‘hello’ to him. He pulled back and looked at her with a smile that he had never produced before.

“I’m y/n,” she said with a grin.

Mark no longer felt like a man with a blind fate, but a man who had a new blind faith in a love he didn’t know he was waiting for.

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Fatherhood (Mark Tuan fluff)

Request: i just wondering abt, can you make me a Mark x reader scenario when mark being nervous to become a dad? ✌🏼 thank you dear..

Genre: Fluff Length: 280 words (so short ahhh I’m sorry)

“What if something goes wrong?”

“That’s not helping, Mark.”

“What if I’m a bad dad?”

“You couldn’t be even if you tried.”

“But like," 

"No, Mark." 

"But-”

“Nooooo.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the man standing in front of you, with his wide, chocolate brown eyes and concerned features. It had only been about a month into finding out you were pregnant, and that you two were going to have kids, and he was a nervous wreck. Shockingly, more nervous than you were.

“I’m just saying that,”

“Mark, I promise, everything will be okay.”  

Your hands found his cheeks gently, which were ablaze right now with the anxiety of it all. “It’s okay,” you hushed, a smile still on your face. He might have been nervous, but you had no doubts in your mind. 

Slowly, Mark released the tension in his shoulders, then the rest of his body as he blew out a gust of air in a sigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry." 

"Yah, don’t apologize, being parents is scary thought. I understand.” One of your thumbs grazed over his cheek in a soothing motion as his forehead came down to lean against yours. 

A small moment of silence passed as you two stood, you allowing him to calm down before he finally spoke again.

“I already told my parents and they said they’d help with everything, my mom will even send us clothes and baby stuff, okay, great, cool, I gotta go, I’m going to the studio!” With the biggest grin, Mark leapt away from you and grabbed his jacket, bursting out the front door. 

“Mark Tuan!” You laughed, throwing a pillow from the couch after him playfully.

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Please Be Patient With Me | Mark Tuan

Word count: 1k

Genre: angst, fluff

Requested: yes

A/n: thank you anon for the request, I hope everyone enjoys it!💛

           At this point all you wanted to do was lay down in bed, but here you were having an unwanted conversation with your longtime boyfriend, Mark. This whole conversation started because you had made an offhanded comment about Mark and another girl that you had saw him with earlier, and he had exploded on you. You had no intention to make him mad, but then again, you should have expected it.

           “Why don’t you trust me?” Mark asked, frustration very evident in his tone.

           Sighing, you explain to him, “Mark, it’s not just you I don’t trust. I don’t trust anyone. Please, I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Can you just please forget about the comment I made?”

           “No Y/n, this is something that we have to talk about. We’ve been together for two years now. I would think that by now I would’ve gained your trust. I just want to know why you can’t trust any other person other than yourself.” You knew if you told Mark the true reason as to why you didn’t trust anyone you knew you would break down in front of him, and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

           Within the two years that you and Mark have been together, you could count the amount times you’ve cried in front of him on one hand. It’s not like you were unemotional. You cried every time a dog died in a movie. You just happened to view crying as a sign of weakness and the last thing you wanted was to seem weak.

           Growing up, you were taught to be an independent person. You learned to do things for yourself, and because of that you held high standards for yourself. But at some point in your life, you had come across people that managed to bring you down and those very same people have ruined any trust you had for others. Which is why you couldn’t even trust Mark.  

           Wanting nothing more than to end the conversation, you ask Mark, “You want to know the real reason why I can’t trust you, or any other person?” Mark nods his head to your question. Tearing your eyes away from Mark, you take a deep breathe before you begin, attempting to will yourself not to cry.

           “I can’t trust you or anyone else because there have been people in my life that I thought that I could completely trust that have failed me and just ruined me. They led me to believe that they cared about me, that they loved me; only to show me that they didn’t mean a single thing they said. And you know what? I can’t find myself to be mad with them. It’s me who I’m mad at.” It might seem ridiculous to another person that you were mad at yourself, and not at the ones who had actually hurt you, but to you, your reasoning made sense. You were the one who had decided to trust them in the first place, so it was your fault as to why they had managed to hurt you; if you didn’t trust them so easily, then you could have avoided all the pain you felt. That’s why you were mad at yourself.

           You hear Mark move from the other side of the room to right in front of you, crouching down to be at your level. Still refusing to look Mark in the eye, Mark gently turns your head to make you look at him, but you keep your eyes close. It’s when he starts wiping at your cheeks when you realize that you were crying the whole entire time.

           Letting out another sigh, Mark begins to speak, “I know that that’s how you think, but babe, it’s not true. It’s not true that it’s your fault that people have let you down. You have high standards, and that’s okay. Not everyone is able to meet those standards. But until you find people to be in your life that will meet those standards, I don’t want you to blame yourself. And I know you don’t completely trust me, but I am willing to show you that I’ll meet your standards eventually and that you are worth the effort.” Hearing Mark’s words had you completely sobbing. You could only think of yourself as the worst girlfriend. You couldn’t even trust your boyfriend completely because of the way your past has ruined your mentality, yet here he was willing to do even more than what you could ask for, just so that you would be happy.

           Whispering, “Mark, I don’t deserve you.”

           “You’re right, you don’t. You deserve so much more.” You couldn’t disagree more with Mark’s words. To you, it was vice versa; you thought Mark deserved better than you. Deserved someone that could fully trust him and not doubt everything he or any other person does. Mark goes on to say, “I know you’re an independent person, and you prefer not having to rely on people, but just this once, forget about that and rely on me. I’ll be there right next to you every step of the way until you can learn to trust people again.” For once, you felt like you trust Mark’s words. You knew he meant every word he said. Up to this point, he hadn’t shown you that he was going to hurt you in any way, but you had created a wall in your mind that didn’t let you see it but see other things instead. Now, you wanted nothing else than to break down that wall because you knew that if you didn’t, you were at risk of losing Mark, and that was the last thing you wanted.

           Finally opening your eyes, you see that Mark too had been crying, and the sight makes your heart ache. Wiping at his tears, you quietly say to him, “Please be patient with me.”

           “I will because I will always love you no matter what and I’ll be right there next to you to make sure you know that.” Leaning forward, you let Mark hold you in his embrace, hands instantly rubbing up and down your back as an attempt to calm you down, “I love you too.”

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