GOT7 Imagines

Mark imagine (pt2)

(Part 2 to the previous mark imagine)

Mark led you down the street to the jazz bar and held open the door for you. "After you."
You chuckled softly. "Such a gentleman."
You walked in first and waited to the side for Mark as you glanced around the bar. It was mostly quiet, save for the person playing the piano and the few people having quiet conversation.
"How did you find this place?" You asked as Mark walked in after you.
"Oh, I just stumbled upon it one day walking home from work. It's been my favorite place to go to since," Mark replied.
He led you over to an empty table and pulled out the chair for you. You sat down and Mark helped you remove your jacket draping it on the back of your chair.
He sat across from you. "Want something to drink?"
You hummed lightly as you looked over the drink menu. "I don't know. I'll just take whatever is good."
Mark chuckled and nodded. "Okay." He waved over to the bartender at the bar and raised two fingers to him. The bartender nodded.
"What did you order?" You asked.
Mark smiled softly. "You'll see."
"So, uh, tell me about yourself," you said leaning against the table.
"About me? I'm not that exciting...I want to know about you," he replied.
You laughed. "You think I'm exciting? You're wrong. I don't do anything other than going to my university classes and my part-time job. Social life? Don't have one. Free time? Barely have any."
Mark chuckled. "I'm similar just minus school and add another layer of part-time jobs."
You smiled. "Well, at least we have something in common."
"I just realized I still don't know your name," said Mark. "How ungentlemanly of me."
You giggled softly. "It's [y/n]."
Mark smiled and nodded, repeating your name to himself. "Such a pretty name."

Both you and Mark sat and talked for a while sipping on some tea which you were surprised to find out they had considering it was a bar. You glanced at the time on your phone and gasped.
"It's that time already? I have to get home. I have class early..."
"Let me walk you home," Mark said as he stood.
You slid on your jacket and glanced at him. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."
He shook his head. "It's okay. I don't want you to walk home by yourself so late."
Mark walked with you to your place and looked around. "Hm, you don't live very far from me."
You unlocked the door slowly and looked at him. "It was nice meeting you. You really made this night worth going out."
Mark smiled. "I'm glad I made your night better."
You turned to walk into your place only to stop and look back at Mark. "You wanna come inside?"
Mark looked at you. "Is it okay if I do?"
You shrugged. "I live alone. And the night isn't over yet. No sense in wasting it, right?"
Mark smiled. "You make a convincing argument. But I can't promise that my gentlemanly composure will stay if I walk in there."
You chuckled. "I don't mind." You held out a hand to him and wiggled your fingers playfully. "Come on. Don't be shy~"
Mark laughed and took your hand letting you drag him inside.