GOT7 Mark OneShots

Tom Boy Image

     The cherry blossom tree that sprouted out of my front lawn was truly beautiful with it's fairly aesthetic colors. Many shades ranging from purple, pink, and red. It was a magnificent sight to look at, and I loved to sit under its branches and watch the blossoms fly majestically off the tree. Today I was sitting under it, waiting for Mark. He was planning to take me out to a walk in the park since neither of us had anything better to do.

     "Hey Kyuri, let's go," a gentle voice interrupted my activity consisting of playing with my fingers and watching the blossoms fly around. I looked up to see the guy I was waiting for. He was in a heavy biker jacket with a bumble bee plaid shirt. I nodded, stood up, and followed him into the car.

     As the "date" dragged on, my inner-thoughts were getting the best of me. I quietly sighed as I quickly realized that this date was like many of the other dates that I shared with Mark. The two of us barely shared any affection or physical contact. It was almost as if we were just going out as friends.

     "Is everything alright, Kyuri?" he asked. I currently didn't really have the heart to say otherwise, so I simply smiled and shook my head, indicating that nothing of the matter was wrong. He smiled without a second thought and continued awkwardly walking through the park. This little "date" dragged on until he drove me back home and telling me that he had a good time. I would always smile and nod before getting out of the car, acting like nothing was wrong. I thought he would open up to me already. Maybe he's still awkward and uncomfortable around me. These thoughts captivated my mind. I flicked them off the shoulder and went inside the house.

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     I ran towards the huge net with full force of a sprint. I felt the adrenaline fill my veins and arteries. I saw as the enemy was at the net, going to attempt to block my future goal. I smirked at the goalkeeper, because she actually thought she could prevent it. Ha! The thought of it made me want to laugh. The goalkeeper was an athlete named Jieun. She just happened to me my arch-enemy. I felt the fire light up in my eyes causing me to pick up my pace one step at a time. When I found the perfect moment to kick the ball, I kicked it up in the air and leaped up in the air. I smiled as I felt the light breeze hit my face. I twisted my waist, and I threw a small but fast kick using all my force. I fell back to my two feet, and I swear that my ankle was swelling up, but I was watching the ball intently. I smiled as I saw that the ball successfully sailing next to Jieun. The buzzer rang, signalling the end of the game. My team jumped in the air and had their personal celebration. I looked back to see my boyfriend showing a small smile as he watched the game. I looked down at the ground and smiled. I jogged over to him. At the same time, he took the stairway down the bleachers.

     "So how was the game?" I smirked, hoping that he would be impressed. I spent a lot of time working on that last kick. "It was good. Now I think you should change out now." My smile instantly vanished. Without much of a response, I sighed to myself sadly and took off in a sprint. I hate this so much. I threw my clothes and threw a hoodie on. I was about to walk over to Mark when I heard voices. "Giggles?" I spoke to myself? I hid behind the wall of the outhouse of the field and after what seemed like forever, I risked a small peek. I saw Mark and Jieun talking to each other, talking to each other, smiling, laughing. Someone could've ran over my heart, and I would still feel the same about of pain I do at the moment. I didn't need to go over to Mark. He was perfectly happy, interacting with someone else. Besides, home was just a few minutes away. I made sure my bookbag was closed and took another sprint, hoping that those two wouldn't notice me. My ankle was swelling in pain, but I didn't care. As I ran further, my surroundings become more and more blurry and one by one, streaks of tears spread through my face. I stopped at the back of the school's building. I slid on the side and cried. Couldn't I make him happy like that too? I guess not. I thought that he hasn't opened up to me, but he's opened to everyone EXCEPT me. Maybe he isn't worth it. This is too much. I shouldn't have to work this hard to get him to smile or get his approval.

     "Why'd you run off so quickly Kyuri?" the voice startled me, and I, immediately, looked down, too afraid to look at him.

     "No reason, I just wanted to be alone," I spoke and refused to say anything else. He took a deep breath and took a step closer. "Let's take you home," he ordered, gently grabbing a hold of my tricep.

     "No! Just leave me alone!" I yelled and felt my eyes water once again as my voice cracked. His eyes widened, taken back. He breathed and crouched down next to me. "What happened to the tom boy image? I didn't think tom boys cried," he teased. I felt my temper rise up so fast. That's when I burst.

     "THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE GONNA ASK? A STUPID TOM BOY IMAGE? HOW ABOUT 'WHAT'S WRONG'? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TIM BOY IMAGE? WHAT HAPPENED? YOU HAPPENED? YOU CAME AND SHATTERED IT. FOR SIX MONTHS I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE YOU OUT. THEN I SEE YOU WITH SOME OTHER GIRL, AND SHE CAN GET YOU TO SMILE EASILY. IF I CAN'T EVEN GET YOU TO SMILE. WHAT'S THE POINT OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU?" I released everything that I could between my hiccups. Mark stayed quiet, taking it all in.

     "I'm sorry Kyuri. I really am. If you just give me a chance to explain," he bargained. I took a deep breath," You get two minutes." I couldn't even look at him in the eye.

     "You're a tom boy, and I don't know how to treat you, you know? It just seems weird that I really don't know how to treat you. Do I kiss you? Do I hug you? I don't know whether to hold your hand or not." he explained. I sighed.

     "You should know you're not gay. I'm a girl. I want to be hugged by you. I want to be kissed by you. I want to be held." I spoke ever so softly.

     "I know I'm stupid, and I'm sorry," he explained and grabbed my hand. I reluctantly let him take it, scared about what he was going to do. "Look, I know whenever it looks like I spend time with you, it looks like we're just there as friends, but that's not the case. Kyuri, I love you too much to let you go. You're not the other girls. You're beautiful in your own way. I just don't know how to act like it. Starting now, I will treat you like a girl despite your image." I smiled.

     "Really? You'll do that for me?" I asked. He smiled and nodded and pressed his lips against mine. I sighed and quickly responded by opening my mouth slowly, not really caring if I came off as desperate, and he slipped his tongue inside. I felt the sparks of electricity run through as we shared a kiss. I slowly let go and looked at him, drowning my eyes in his chocolate eyes.

     "Don't you dare treat me like that ever again." I ordered. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "Don't worry about it babe."