Mark Tuan was an idol, you weren't. Yet somehow you achieved something thousands of girls dreamed of, you got his attention. You got his attention as he heard your laugh, a laugh cause by your best friends horrible joke, a laugh that intrigued him and distracted him as he held his coffee cup loosely.
"Are you okay?"You turned quickly as you looked right into the idol's eyes
Eyes wide in shock not at the coffee spreading across the floor but at you, you looking at him. His heart was beating quietly as you stood up from your chair.
"I-I'm fine"Mark laughed, his coolness evaporating in front of him
"Holy- Mark Tuan?"A girl whispered to the boy wearing his hood up, face hidden
"No?"He pretended to be confused
"I have one thing I want from you, please, please just kiss me on the cheek!"The girl requested in a high pitched voice that caused you to flinch
Mark's cheeks became a hot pink as he ducked away from his fangirl, refusing to kiss her cheek. She leaned toward him, closer, closer, closer-
A warm hand met yours in a blink of an eye, pulling you from your friends, the coffee shop and your warm drink sitting on the table you sat at moments ago. Got7's Mark Tuan was holding your hand, pulling you along in haste as he darted into the shadows.
"I'm sorry"Mark breathed heavily
"What...just happened?"You blinked blankly at him, your mind still processing the entire scene of events
But Mark didn't hear that, he heard his breathing, he heard his heart. He saw your mouth move, but he became so distracted by your eyes as he questioned what the hell was wrong with him. Why did he feel like a love sick puppy?
"Mark Tuan...that name sounds familiar"You mumbled as he didn't reply
"Oh..."
"Got7?"You questioned
"Yeah"He became flustered, worried you'd suddenly change
"Jeez I'm sorry celebrities like you can't just enjoy a normal day"Your hand moved to rub your neck as you smiled in pity
"It's fine, we should know it won't happen that way again."Mark frowned, "I'm even to scared that if I had a girlfriend- my fans would hate her. I wouldn't be able to tell anyone..."
"I'm sorry Mark"You frowned, "but I understand that, do you need help to sneak back home?"
"No I need your number"
"What?"You gaped
"What?"He shook his head
"You want my number? Why?"You became highly flustered as you searched his eyes for an answer
"I feel like- I feel like I want to be with you"Mark smiled shyly
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Word count: 449
Date Written: 25-03-18
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