𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟭

touch ; mark

A/N: I have a huge Jinyoung chapter coming up soon! It might be even bigger than the Yugyeom, but with a similar mafia/ au-ish theme to the Yug, one and I'm actually really excited to release it once I'm done, but I'm still debating to release it in two chapters or let you guys have the full experience ;) 

Q: Have you ever seen GOT7 in real life? 

A: Yes I have! On the 4th of December 2016, I went for their FLT Fanmeet in KL and I miss them so much :( it was literally the best day of my life and I really hope I can see them again soon! Also, I know that people say this all the time but, they really are so so so much more handsome in real life than they are in pictures! 

Ask me anything: KPOP, advise, life etc!

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You sighed, your dark eyes, scanning the rest of the PowerPoint slide, searching for any things that you ought to tweak. Your major presentation to the CEO of your company was due next week and to say that you were freaking out would be an understatement.

Taking a sip of your formerly steaming but now cold coffee, you sighed, massaging your temples, allowing the caffeine and sugar to surge into your veins for the boost of energy you so desperately needed.

'(Y/N),' a voice whined from the living room couch where you knew your boyfriend, Mark was lying down, scrolling through his Instagram feed. You were too absorbed in your work to reply as you analyzed the last few points in the slides.

'(Y/NNNNN)' came his voice again this time causing you to look up with exasperated fondness.

'Yes Mark?' you asked, attempting to keep your voice neutral.

'Can you came here for a second?" he asked, his voice pleading.

'I'm sorry love but I'm kind of busy right now,' you replied apologetically, hoping he would understand.

You heard a faint of sigh and the creak of springs followed by the pattering of feet as instead Mark came to you, his dark brown eyes soft as he took a seat next to you and took your hand in his.

'Well, this is a pleasant surprise,' you chuckled weakly as you noticed he was starting to rub comforting circles on the back of your hand.

'Well since you won't come to me I decided to come to you,' he pouted, his bottom lip, jutting out cutely.

'I'm sorry Mark, but I really am busy,' you laughed, waving to your laptop which shone brightly, its screen displaying your presentation, with its colorful charts and diagrams.

'I know,' he comforted, taking a quick glance at your work and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

'Was there any other reason you wanted to come here hmmm?' you asked with a teasing edge in your voice. You knew that Mark rarely did anything without a motive.

'Maybe,' he grinned, your hand still engulfed in his large warm one, fingers intertwined with yours.

'And that is?' you asked.

'Well, I really wanted to hold your hand,' he said, slightly embarrassed, glancing at your intertwined digits. 'It's really soft and small and I love the way it fits in mine,' he grinned the blush becoming more and more evident by the second.

Laughing, you were tempted to tease him but secretly you were quite pleased. You knew Mark loved you with his entire soul but he wasn't the type of guy to express his affection or his feelings often so it was a surprise whenever he did.

'I love holding your hand Mark but as you can see, I might need both of my hands to do this,' you giggled, indicating your presentation. He pouted again and you resisted from pinching his cheeks, he was being so adorable.

'Okay, what about a compromise? You help me out with this and then if we can do this fast then we can do whatever we want.' you suggested and his eyes brightened.

'Hmm, I think I could live with it although it does mean I won't have any form of physical contact with you for the next half an hour or so,' he groaned.

Pecking his cheek to keep him from complaining further your eyes sparkled with laughter as you heard him complain, but nevertheless he scooted his chair closer to you and started helping you out, pointing out certain points and flaws you hadn't even noticed before, all the while, finding excuses or ways to purposely touch your hand as you worked.

Rolling your eyes at his childishness, both of you soon fell into the same pattern as you worked side-by-side, each enjoying each other's presence as completed the project.