Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Three - Next Level

In anticipation for his first dance class, Mark invited Krystal over to help him dye his hair blonde. He wanted to make the change before class so that it was the first impression people got of him. 'The red hair was the old Mark, this is new new Mark,' he thought to himself.

"Why don't you just go to a salon and get this done?" Krystal said while putting on the latex gloves, "It would probably look a lot better than anything I can do."

"Becaaaaause," Mark said matter-of-factly, "that would cost a lot of money that I do not have. I already feel bad enough that my dad is paying my rent. I have to get a job soon, so until then this will just have to do. Now are you gonna help me or not?"

"Of course I will, silly." Krystal said shyly, "I just hope you like having green hair." she cackled menacingly.

"You wouldn't dare!" Mark gasped back with a half smile.

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The dance class went from 7 to 9pm every Tuesday, and it was already 6:30, so Mark decided to start getting ready. He wanted to look nice, but not so nice as to draw any unwanted attention to himself. He was going for comfort as well, above all else, so he decided to wear a nice pair of loose fitting grey sweats with a tank top that had a picture of a penguin on it. He matched it with a grey beanie and laced up his Nike sneakers.

On the way to the studio Mark's phone buzzed in his pocket.

KRYSTAL JUNG (text)

"Have fun Mark! And remember don't fall or break your legs doing the splits! LOL"

MARK TUAN (text)

"Ha, ha. Very funny. I'm a martial arts tricker remember? I think I can handle a little bit of hip hop and Jazz."

KRYSTAL JUNG (text)

"Whatever you say, monkey boy. Just let me know all about it when you get home.

Let yourself into my place, I'll make popcorn. :P"

MARK TUAN (text)

"Alright, sounds good. Gotta go, here now. Ttyl!"

The dance studio reminded Mark of the factory that his dad worked at. The building was very old, and made of mostly brick, with pipes and water fixtures visibly exposed on the ceiling. There was about seven or eight people there: a mixture of boys and girls, all about the same age as mark, 21. He singled out a man that seemed to be the center of attention and assumed that he was the instructor. The man wore blue basketball shorts and a loose fitting black tee, he had his hair tied up out of his face and Mark noticed a few sweat droplets around the edges of his face. They had already started to warm up.

"Hi, Mark Tuan." Mark said as he put down his duffel bag, "I'm really excited about this. I've never danced in such a long time."

"Perfect! Nice to meet you Mark," the instructor said out of breath while putting his hand out to shake Mark's, "We love new blood in here, and you look like you can move."

"Ah, haha, mostly I was just into martial arts and parkour-style tricks." Mark said shaking his head with a half laugh, "I wouldn't call myself a dancer by any means."

"I'll be the judge of that, won't I?" the instructor smirked back, "Now everyone gather round and I'll split you off into pairs for our first lesson."

'Pairs? Perfect. This will give me a chance to introduce myself to someone. All the people here seem like they're decent. This could be fun-' Mark's inner thought was cut short when he heard the front door slam shut. He slowly shifted his gaze over to the door to see who had just come late through the door.