Suits ━Mark Tuan

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Stella

"Woah. This is the second time Hyungs brought a girl to us. And you know what's even shocking? It's Stella-ssi." Bambam, I know him for being really interested in fashion- and of course being his co-member in Got7, but I never knew he knows me.

"Hyung you really have an eye for gi–" Yugyeom got smacked on his arm before his sentence was even finished.

"Shut up. She's my personal designer. That's all." Oh honey, we can't assure that would be all.

Mark brought me with him at their photoshoot. I don't even know why, I'm a designer.

"Help the stylists. Choose what I'll wear." He ordered.

"Mark. I'm your personal designer, not a stylist. You have your own stylist."

"You're a designer. That means you're good at styling too. And you know my preferences from now on since I liked the suit you made me." I rolled my eyes, though he complimented me atleast a bit there.

"Don't give me an attitude now, Stella."

"Says the one who's really bratty and rude on our first meeting." He flinched, oh he heard it alright.

It was quick. Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face instead of annoyance.

"If you're gonna say something I'd not like, keep it down, because I don't like kissing bad mouths."

What the fuck was that Mark Tuan? You know how to flirt now?

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The photoshoot ended well and it was pretty tiring. I helped every stylist of each one of them since a there were a lot of lacking.

He should be glad I was willing to do things related to Fashion though I didn't sign up for this.

I look for Mark, to ask when I could go home.

I saw him sitting on a chair, inside the dressing room. He's smiling while on his phone. I took the moment to admire how perfect his teeth and good-looking he looks.

I approached him quietly which he didn't really notice so I got the chance to take a look what's on his phone.

It's Star. He's scrolling through her Instagram profile.

A part of me ached.

I decided to come out of their dressing room and wait for him outside instead.

While waiting, I felt someone poke my shoulder.

I glanced beside me to see who it was. I turn my body to face him and was about to ask if he needs something when he spoke first.

"Uh- Stella-ssi... Do you mind if I get your phone number?"