Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

keep your feet up | mark

fluff, clean

As you stepped into the apartment, you opened your mouth to call out a greeting, but paused when you noticed the living room was empty. Lingering your attention on the scattered blanket and pillows on the couch, you set down your purse and strode into the kitchen, coming face-to-face with Mark.

The moment he saw you, your boyfriend sported the most scandalous look you had ever seen. Like a deer in headlights.

"Hi, baby," he crooned, waving cutely as he held an unopened pack of ramen in his other hand.

"Mark Tuan," you started in disbelief, sticking out your hip.

He gawked. "Yes?"

"I know you're not on your feet right now."

His shoulders lifted, as if he almost shrugged but decided against it at the last second. "Well," he trailed. "Here's the thing..."

You barked, "I'm gone fifteen minutes and you're already running around!"

Mark held up a finger and retorted, "First of all, I'm not running. Second, it's just a sprain."

"'Just a sprain,' he says," you mocked, putting your hands on your waist. "And how do you heal a sprain?"

"Rest," he grumbled.

"And?"

Mark rolled his eyes and droned, "Limited movement."

You stepped to his side and looped your arm round the crook of his elbow, teasing, "Come on, bad boy."

Mark played along in defeat, allowing you to guide him back to the couch and limping noticeably.

Propping up his feet and putting the blanket back over him, you joked, "The floor is lava to you."

"But I'm bored," your boyfriend whined, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back toward him.

You let yourself fall onto the couch at his side, pretending he had pulled on your arm too hard. "I'm taking care of you. That doesn't mean I have to keep you entertained," you quipped, snuggling up next to him despite your words.

Mark sighed loudly, softening a little.

As you lay your head on his chest and felt his arm tighten around you, you could sense his tension and asked, "What's wrong, babe?"

He exhaled sharply again and whispered, "I picked the worst time to get hurt."

You smarted, "Yeah, because you totally meant to injure yourself during that rehearsal."

"It's all the end of year stuff and I'm going to miss it," Mark added, shifting slightly underneath you.

You rubbed your hand over his firm stomach, giving him a few comforting pats, and said, "I have a feeling the boys will include you and acknowledge you in everything. And management said you can still go to the fan-meeting, you just have to sit."

He pouted. "I know."

You turned your head, looking up into his face. "No one is going to hold it against you, Mark. It's okay."

Your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your lips softly. "Thank you, baby," his deep voice rumbled.

"You're welcome."

A smile appeared as he confessed, "I do like spending a little extra time with you."

You nodded an agreement. "Me too."

Not a full minute had passed when Mark groaned, "I'm hungry."

"I can't go get food," you retorted. "You can't be trusted to be alone for five minutes."

Mark wrinkled his nose before murmuring, "Well, just saying, but you on top of me would probably keep me down."

"Wow," you snorted, shaking your head as best you could on his chest. "Your game has gotten weak."

"I'm injured."

You snickered. "In the head, apparently."

With a quiet chuckle, Mark hugged you closer to his body and let his cheek rest on the top of your head, content to have you in his arms for the rest of the day.

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