Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

never fall in love with a thot | mark

angst, suggestive

The chiming of a phone woke you from much-needed rest. Breaking hearts was exhausting. With a grumble, you rolled on your side and reached toward the nightstand, glancing at the clock that read the damning time of nearly three in the morning.

That could only mean one thing. Either a relative had met their untimely end or a restless boy was looking for some love in the wrong place.

Grabbing the bright screen, you squinted your eyes as best you could and the narrowed gaze easily transitioned into a disapproving scowl at the long-winded series of text messages disturbing your sleep.

"Mark Tuan," you growled, shuffling on your bed into a more comfortable position and folding a pillow under your head to peer into the painfully bright light of your phone.

He asked if you were awake, then apologized after realizing just how well into the night it was, and then proceeded to ask if he ever crossed your mind.

"No," you immediately spoke aloud, though in your mind you had longingly sighed, Yes.

Grasping your phone a little tighter, you hovered your fingers over the keys, biting your lip as you grappled for a response. Needless to say, you were conflicted as to how you should reply.

Your gut instinct was to confess your feelings; that you never meant to hurt him. Out of all the boys you fucked over, Mark didn't deserve it. He was kind and considerate, and despite his icy and aloof tendencies, was remarkably gentle. Especially with you.

For a girl who made it her calling in this phase of her life to punish assholes and give them a taste of their own medicine, Mark was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sucking up your emotions, your reply was blunt. No.

Months of dancing around each other had culminated in one impulsive whirlwind of a night that ended with you chanting his name, among other things. It was no well-kept secret Mark had wanted you from the moment he met you, but you were a perpetual flirt that kept him at arm's length.

He thought that night meant something. He thought everything had changed. And apparently he was wrong.

You stared at the screen, waiting and watching for a retort. At this point, you even considered pushing at his buttons to provoke him. If he revealed himself to be just like the rest of them, you supposed you would feel less guilty for breaking his heart.

I thought this was going somewhere, he texted back.

Blinking through blurry vision, you read the words over and over; more than you would ever care to admit. Shaking off the remorse, you threw out another calloused reply. Back and forth the two of you went, seeking a victory in a scenario where neither side could win. Your heart thumped with adrenaline as you became more and more angry with yourself.

Mark didn't deserve this, but more importantly, he deserved to be with someone that could love him.

You made another snide jab at him; something about real life being nothing like the movies. Mark felt small at that, as if you were treating him like some naive child that believed in fairy tales.

No happy ending for us then?

You responded coarsely, I already gave you one. I didn't even make you wear anything.

Mark sucked in a hard breath, immersed in the memory of you beneath him. The way you locked your ankles behind his back and begged him to stay inside you. He had filled you up and branded your skin with his teeth. He briefly wondered how the bruise was healing on your collarbone.

They were right about you, Mark typed angrily, regretting it immediately. He wasn't the type to lash out.

Those words stung harder than you could have ever imagined and you felt a wound opening further, deep inside your chest.

You were slow to reply to that, Is that so?

Mark guarded his heart with an iron fist, but you had loosened his grip. It was your way with words that had hooked him from day one. That and your beautiful eyes. No girl had ever intoxicated Mark Tuan the way you had. He was always in need of a fix.

When other guys warned that you were a heartbreaker - and other unsavory terms - he assumed they were just jealous of your attention. He simply considered that you had been wounded before. And part of him wanted to fix you.

Eyes burning in the dimly lit room, Mark texted bitterly, I should have known better than to fall in love with a thot.

Blinking rapidly, you read the text over and over again. There was that four-letter word. The one you swore to never use and surely never expected to see directed at you.

Love.

The insult didn't cross your mind. It was of no consequence with the rest of the message. Hands trembling, you texted swiftly, You're in love with me?

On the other side of the city, tucked into bed no different than you, Mark released a noise of irritation as he read your text. He was tempted to march to your house, grab you by the shoulders, and shake some goddamn sense into you.

Not anymore, he texted you, reluctant, but anxious as to how you would react.

Sleep was suddenly a stranger to you. A knowing smirk tugged at your lips. In that moment, you realized Mark was worth breaking your rule for.

You wanted him in your arms again.

I'll move on, he added a quick second later.

Chuckling, you told him, Until then, do you wanna come keep this thot warm?

There was a long impasse and you nibbled your lip in anticipation. Part of you expected to never hear from him again. The other half knew exactly what would happen.

Finally, your screen lit up and you giggled.

On my way.

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