GOT7 Mark OneShots

Apology Over Socks?

     "Mark! How many times do I have to tell you? Wash the lights with the lights! Darks with the darks!" I sighed as I pulled out the clothes to fold. He came and sat beside me.

     "I'm sorry, Kyuri. You know I'm forgetful," he apologized. I laughed and forgave him.

     "It's okay, you're here to help me fold some clothes?" I asked. He nodded, grabbing his shirt and folded it neatly. I laughed. At times like this, he just looked so adorable and precious. 

     "What are you looking at Kyuri?" he questioned. I flushed in a shade of red looking away. We continued to fold the clothes. "So what's going on with Passxon?" Mark asked. I smiled softly knowing that he was trying create a conversation out of the awkward silence. 

     "PD-nim said that apparently we're gonna have a comeback pretty soon, so I'm excited about to be completely honest," I explained.

     "I hope it's nothing like our two comebacks. Holding those snakes were so freaking..." I dove on about the  last crazy, hectic comebacks while Mark sat there folding clothes and listening, occasionally nodding. "And Jaesung just ate the food and tried not make Lyn feel bad about her cooking. Then, we all just joined along. I'm sure we all had diarrhea that night!" I exploded into a laughing fit. I saw that Mark was smiling and laughing, but not to my level.

     "Umm, so," I regained my posture, "What's up with GOT7?" He shrugged, "Nothing much, I think we're getting or first American tour pretty soon," he said. I frowned at such the short reply. We were wrapped in a small silence and I huffed. This always happened. Sometimes, it felt like talking to a wall about eighty percent of the time. Mark was never a big guy with words. I should've known what I was getting myself into when dating him. Honestly, I didn't mind. I talk so much to the point that it covers for the both of us.

     "Kyuri?" he called out to me. I realized that I was zoning out. I shook my head, "Yea, Mark?"

     "I'm sorry that I barely talk, or don't anything about 95 percent of the time we're together. I just wanted to say sorry for being this way. Look, I'm honestly try my best, so it doesn't seem like there's only one person in this relationship. I'm so sorry, Kyuri," he breathed. "But from now on, I'm gonna make a huge effort, but I know that I'll need your help."

     "Mark," I laughed, "Why are you taking this so seriously?" 

     "Because I wanna talk a lot... Jackson...like him! Like you! Like everybody else! I wanna talk a lot," he blabbered on. "Why did you even like me?" he breathed. I chuckled.

     "The truth is I don't like you, at all," I spoke. He looked at you in disbelief. "What the hell?" I disregarded his words. "I love you. I love you because you're quiet but unpredictable. Not everyone is a big person of words. You aren't. Your actions already speak for you, Mark," I looked over to him.

     "Do you know what your actions say about you, Mark?" I asked him. He shook his head, so I continued, "It says that you're the sweetest man alive. It says that you always make to care for others and provide support, even when you know you can't. You don't have to say anything. Although, I did wish that you would say more, joke around me, bit I can't change around anything if you don't want to. If you're gonna do something that changes yourself, do it for yourself, not because anybody wanted you to change," I lectured to him.

     He smiled, "Thank you, Kyuri. What would I do without you?" I hugged and pecked his cheek. "You would most likely die from starvation and loneliness." I spoke in a monotonous tone. He cracked up and exploded in a ball of laughter. "Aww man, Kyuri," he laughed. I giggled to myself. I grabbed a single folded shirt, leaving him with the other rest of heap of clothes.

     "Whoever finishes putting it all the laundry last is a rotten egg!" I yelled childishly. "You're not fair at all!" he yelled. 

     "I'm not fair!" I admitted and joked, "My name is Kyuri!" I laughed.  We spent the rest of the day laughing and folding the laundry over and over again, because we tampered with it. Ever since then, Mark has been trying his best open up to me. Let me tell you something. It's the best thing that he's ever done for me.