I Am The One (Kpop x Male!Reader) (Male Various) (BoyxBoy)

Got7 Mark x Male! Reader

Love? It Doesn't Exist..

I used to believe it existed. But I was young and naive back then. I thought there would be a sudden moment of electricity every time I saw the person I loved, that I would know immediately that I loved them, what a load of bull shit.

Mother always told me that someone I loved would come my way. I never believed her, not once. I dated a lot of people, don't get me wrong. But.. As soon as I got into a relationship, someone different would catch my eye. Love didn't exist, not for me. I was beginning to give up.

I met him during high school, it was freshmen year. His name was Mark Tuan. He was sat right next to me in homeroom. The moment I saw him my face flushed crimson. He smiled and waved at me, starting up a conversation. I found out he was from Los Angeles. I found out a lot of things about him. The more I found out the more I felt myself falling. I fell for him, hard..

When I wasn't busy I found myself thinking of the other. Mark's smile, his cute laugh, and how talented he was. He had told me he wanted to be an idol, and I was all for it. I thought it would suit him perfectly. We spent year one as best friends. Year two was spent with awkward touches, flustered looks, and stuttered words.

The summer before Year three, I finally came out and confessed to him. It was a warm day, as was to be expected for a summer day in Seoul. We arranged to hang out and watch a movie. The Train to Busan. It was just the two of us, as always. We had shuffled to the back of the theater and sat next to each other. There was no one in our row, everyone was in front, closer to the screen. Between us was a box of overpriced popcorn, and in the cup holders held two iced milk teas that we sneaked in.

The movie was nice, sad but enjoyable. I glanced at Mark only to have us meet eyes. We looked away, and I blushed. We left the crowded theater and proceeded to begin the walk to the train station, we were going the same way after all. A girl stopped us on the way. She couldn't have been older than us.

"Um could I have your number?" She asked me, completely ignoring Mark. I heard Mark's sharp intake of breath before he lowered his eyes slowly to the ground. My eyes furrowed in confusion, and I wanted to ask Mark what was wrong but I held my tongue. She was waiting for me to answer.

"Ah.. Sorry I can't" I muttered taking a hold of Mark's hand. He lifted his eyes to stare at me questioningly.

"I'm actually in love with this guy here," I stated calmly, even though I was anything but. She stuttered out an apology, leaving us alone together. I took a deep breath and turned to Mark slowly.

"Were you serious?" He asked me, eyes never wavering from my own. I swallowed nervously before firmly nodding yes. Silence..

I was about to apologize before he brought me in for a hug, and kissed me. I cried that day. In relief and in joy.

We went through Year three together. Happy smiles, comfortable touches, lustful looks, and we no longer stuttered.

I was in love with Mark Tuan. I still am.

We got an apartment together after high school. I went university for sports, and Mark became a member of a idol group called GOT7. Everything was amazing! Our lives were perfect.

We were too busy for each other. Too busy for ourselves. When I left for school was when Mark came back from work. We always managed to text each other though. Everything was manageable before his manager found out. I don't think the biggest problem was that he was dating. The biggest problem was that he was dating a guy, me.

His manager came up to me and the first thing she told me was to break up with Mark. I was ruining his career. I was a disgusting faggot. I yelled at her and threw her out of our apartment.