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23. GOT7 Mark - Unexpected [M]

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Paring: markXreader

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: After a bad breakup, your best friend Mark is determined to show you that you are worth more than what you think and that you mean more to him than you could have imagined.

Notes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

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The air in the club was thick with sweat and perfume and while you had been out clubbing more and more recently, you still couldn't get used to the stench and the way it fogged your senses. It also didn't help that there were random horny people grinding on each other left and right, but then again you could also be seen as one of those people.

You were caught up in another random guy just as you had been every time you went to a club. His large hands were locked onto your hips as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You weren't interested in sharing your night with him even though he was tall and fairly attractive, but something in the way his fingers gripped your hips was too reminiscent on the one person you were trying to forget.

This man's name was lost in your head, swimming in the numerous men's names you had been hearing as of late. Thankfully, your mouth was too occupied.

Your bodies were pressed tightly together and you tried to ignore the sweat that you could taste on his lips as his hands trailed down from your hips to your butt. Sure, you wanted to smack his hands away and haul your ass home, but you couldn't. You were dead inside and you wanted to feel anything other than the pain you had become used to feeling.

The stranger pulled away from you and stared at you with lust filled eyes. You were certain he saw you looking the same, but you didn't lust after him. The alcohol that was flowing through your system was only appearing to make you look composed and aroused. Neither of which was true. You weren't composed at all. Once the alcohol wore off, you would be crying yourself to sleep, waking up hungover and forcing yourself to go to work knowing that Josh – one of your coworkers – would be not so silently judging you when you came into work with bags under your eyes, purple marks on your neck, and swollen lips.

What could you do about the fact that your boyfriend of three years left you for an eighteen-year-old girl who was no less than six years younger than you? You always laughed bitterly when you thought about him leaving you for the teenager. What could they possibly have in common? You would wonder. She hadn't even graduated high school yet so what did she possibly have that you didn't?

The thoughts of him were filling your head once again and just as the man stopped staring at you and began to press his lips to your neck, you pulled away. "I need more to drink," you said simply.

He nodded gleefully and watched you walk away and towards the bar. His eyes eventually left you and fell on the ass of another girl that was nearby him and you rolled your eyes. Typical man. They were all pigs.

You reached the bar but before you could order for yourself, the man next to you ordered for you and gestured to the drink when the bartender sat it down. You turned towards the new man, wiping your mind of whoever-the-fuck it was you were making out with by the dance floor. You flicked your eyes over to where he once was and once you saw that you were just a distant memory to the man, you looked back to the new man in front of you.

This guy was better looking than the other and upon looking him up and down, you could tell that he probably got around a lot. That meant two things. Either he would be a complete asshole and make you hope he chokes on an ice cube that's in his drink, or he would fuck your brains out enough to make you forget your own name.