TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 47

"And the winner to take number one is..." From the monitor the image shows the waiting nominees as well as the voting counts. "GOT7! Congratulations!"

The camera closes up on them. JB speaks into the microphone thanking everyone involved in the song and album process. The show moves along and they perform once again.

Hiding behind the cast and crew, I watch them happily. After another day of unpacking and settling, JYP helped me get in to watch them backstage. After many close encounters I will be able to reveal myself.

Hearing the song near its end, I sway through the crowds and hurry into their waiting room where I left Miguel to watch on the tv with their manager and stylists.

"Miguel! Let's hide!" I wave him over before going behind a screen. I put a finger to my lips and like every other kid he laughs out loud before covering his mouth and gives an exaggerated quiet laugh. I squat down and put him behind me so I can peak out enough to see their manager. He smiles at me like everyone else and I just shrug. Being childish can be good sometimes.

"We did it!" I hear Yugyeom cheer. Their whole team stands up and congratulates them.

"Let's go on V app and thank out ahgases!" Mark suggests. I hear one of the staff give them a phone to them with a selfie stick. I pull out my phone and watch them with Miguel. Quietly we wait for them to finish. After some minutes, they end it.

"We've got a surprise for you guys," their manager begins. I stand up with Miguel at my side as we wait for our signal.

"Really?" Youngjae screeches.

"For winning, we really want to congratulate you guys. This might not be as great for some, but I know it will definitely be a treat for you guys. We'll all go outside for you to enjoy it," he tells them. After I hear the door close I prepare myself.

"What was that? What gift is he talking about?" BamBam asks.

"I don't know," JB replies.

"Are we suppose to look for it?" Jackson asks.

"Is it in a box?" Junior asks. I hear them ruffling around and I face the screen with anticipation.

I hear someone approach me. "You think it's behind this?"

I lift Miguel in front of me just in time for the screen to be pulled back.

"UNCLE MAWK!"

"M-Miguel?" I put down the wiggling boy and he lunges forward hugging the body in front of us. I look up to meet those familiar brown eyes and smile.

"Hey," I whisper. He stares back at me like the rest of them. His mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"H-hey," he finally stutters.

"Uncle Mawk! Uncle Mawk!" Miguel jumps. Mark looks down momentarily and picks him up before looking back at me.

"W-what are you doing here?" He mutters.

"We live here now!" Miguel answers. I can hear Jackson translating to the others, but I don't dare break away from Mark. I watched his reaction he looks down at Miguel hearing him before looking back at me again. His eyes are wide and his jaw slack.

"Waeee?" I approach him and wipe away the remaining tears on his face. "Look at you, why are you crying? You just made your fifth win, Mark. Smile."

"How?" He whispers.

"Miguel, why don't you say hi to your other uncles. Maybe they'll be more responsive," I take Miguel from Mark and nudge him towards the others. I glance at them and smile at them before their attention goes to Miguel.