What the! I'm with GOT7? (Imagines) <Requests Open>

16. Mark (Boombox)

Lately, Mark's been acting weird.

He's been asking you what shirt color fits him, what beanie he should wear, or even let you choose what cologne he should put on.

"What do you prefer, the checkered or the plain one?" Your boy best friend held up two sneakers.

"Seriously? We're going on with this again?" You crossed your arms across your chest. He pouted and you sighed. "Checkered." He smiled.

After he put on his shoes, you two walked to the park and bought ice cream. He looked up in the sky as he licked the chocolate flavoured ice cream. You turned away as you blushed by the way he did that, it was... sexy, you thought.

You both sat on the bench and he finished his ice cream already. He put on his earphones on his ears and played a song from his phone. He closed his eyes and listened to the music.

As he did this, you watched him closely, his perfect proportioned nose, his thin lips curved into a smile, and his twinkling eyes... wait, his eyes are opened?

"It's rude to stare, you know?" He chuckled as you turned away again, continuing on with your already melting ice cream.

"Omo, is my ______ blushing?" He hugged you from the side trying to look at your red tinted face. You blushed even more as you heard him say that you were his.

"Mark! Hajima! Tch." You stood up from your seat and walked faster. You were scared of him getting to know that you liked him and that it would destroy your friendship and what's even worst, is that maybe, he won't want to be friends with you anymore.

As soon as you thought you were already out of his sight, you texted him that you were already going home. You plopped down to your bed and fiddled a picture frame that stood on your nightstand. It was a picture of you and Mark when you two were in middle school.

Yes, it was that long that you two have been best friends.

As you were getting ready to sleep, your phone suddenly vibrated and you read the message. It was from Mark.

Look outside your window!

You texted him that it was already dark, and you wanted to sleep. But he kept on telling you to look outside, so you opened your curtains and found him lifting up a boombox above his head.

The radio played a song which was 'Forever Young' by him and his group.

You smiled at him and he smiled back. You signaled him to wait as you went downstairs to go outside.

You slowly walked up to him as he kept on his smile. "What are you doing? It's 8:30 in the evening." You tilted your head, still smiling at him.

He put down the boombox and shrugged. "I just want to apologize to you for what happened earlier, sorry." He pouted.

"What are you sorry for?"

He kept silent. But after seconds, he finally spoke.

"Do you know why I kept on asking you what I should wear, what color fits me, my shoes..." He looked down.

"I-it was because, I... I wanted to know... if I looked good t-to you." He stuttered.

You froze. He wanted to know if he looked good to you? Of course, who wouldn't, he's Mark Tuan.

"You wanted to know if you looked good to me? That was it? Got anything more to say 'cause it's getting late you know." You furrowed your eye brows and with that, you turned around to walk home. But your wrist was caught by his hand.

"Wait, I still have something to say to you." You turned your face to him as he loosened his grip.

"I-I..."

"You what?" You coldly said as you were getting impatient.

"I have cancer."

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To be continued...