#got7imagines

‘Jackson: hi babe. rehearsals ran late again. i’ll come over soon.’

My heart lurched in my chest, and I unplugged my phone to text him back.

‘Y/n: it’s okay! just get that cute butt over here’

Chuckling at my ridiculous response I set my phone down, running a hand through my hair as the messy mix of calculus notes, homework and a thick textbook sprawled out on my kitchen table reminded me why I was so stressed. I took my seat once again, flipping the pencil through my fingers as I went back to the problem I was previously working on.

I was never one for math, and I made a point to stay away from it as much as possible. When the looming stress of having to deal with another math class had first altered my mood a few months ago, Jackson took clear notice. Even with his busy schedules; balancing his time between GOT7, forming Team Wang, and writing his new music, he made sure to sit down with me one night and calm me down. I always felt bad when he shifted his attention towards me; I knew he had more pressing matters clouding his thoughts that deserved his full attention. Even with JYPE prohibiting the guys from dating anyone while under contract, Jackson sneakily always found time, and a way, to see me whenever he could. I tried my best to show him I was okay during times of quiet panic but Jackson read right through me. He would always come over, even turning his phone off and demanding a quiet night in bed. I was thankful for his support, and I tried my best to reciprocate.

However, this past month was different. Jackson had released two new singles, ‘100 Ways’ and ‘Pretty Please’. Suddenly, his music presence grew substantially, receiving much more attention all across the globe. As excited as I was for him, I knew he was only going to get substantially more occupied, needing to continue to propel his name and music forward. So while Jackson’s been spending his days in the office, and nights in rehearsals for his new music videos, I’ve been at my apartment… studying calculus.

The minutes dragged on like molasses, my eyes physically straining to focus on the pages of work in front of me. My head rested on the palm of my hand, but as my eyes began to droop shut, I lowered my head onto the thick textbook on my right and dozed off.

—————

A soft, fuzzy material suddenly covered my body, the warmth and comfort waking me from my nap. An equally exhausted Jackson smiled at me, and realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I stood up in a flurry and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing myself against his large body as much as I possibly could. Burying my head into his neck, I breathed in the combination of cologne and sweat as yet another reassurance that he truly was back.

He chuckled at my reaction, “Hmm I don’t think you missed me too much.”

I hopped down, taking a step back to steady myself, “I thought you’d be too tired to come over.”

Walking over to the kitchen, I poured some water into his favorite mug I owned and placed it in the microwave, heating it up. Usually Jackson’s too stubborn to eat a full meal after a busy day of rehearsals, but a cup of tea turned into his go-to before bed. I rested my elbows on the counter, watching as he scooped my kitty into his big arms and cuddled with him.

“Nah, I wanted to come see you. I remember you mentioned you had an exam coming up, so I wanted to make sure you were okay…” His voice trailed off as he glanced over at my kitchen table, then back at me. “I’m glad I came.”

“Ha,” I stuck my tongue out at him, then going over to the microwave as it beeped, “I’ve been going over the study guide all week. If I see one more calc equation I think my brain is going to melt.”

Jackson set my cat back on the ground, and he scampered over to his spot on the couch. Walking over into my small kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of honey and a spoon as I handed him the mug.

“Thank you.” He said softly, kissing me once on the forehead as he continued on to prepare his drink, “You just need a break. You’ve been working so hard, let your brain relax.”

I propped myself up on the counter, crossing my legs and letting them dangle as he leaned attractively against the counter I was sitting on. Effortlessly attractive, might I add.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “Relax? How do you suggest I do that?”

Jackson was silent for a moment, then his face lit up, “Come with me to my shoot tomorrow. You’ll be on set again, and you’ll get to see what I’ve been rehearsing.” He smiled cheekily, wanting me to be there as his personal cheerleader. Which I would easily do in a heartbeat… if it wasn’t for the exam.

I sighed, shifting my gaze to the faded gray wood that lined my kitchen floor, “I don’t know, Jackson… I should keep studying.”

I felt my body beginning to get hot, my palms getting clammy at the thought of having to take my exam next week. I subconsciously began to crack each of the knuckles of my fingers; Jackson noting this and immediately recognizing I was beginning to mentally spiral.

“Hey,” He set his mug down, grabbing both my hands in his, “Baby, you need to give yourself a break. If you overwork yourself you’ll crash, and I don’t want to see you so burnt out again.”

The pleading look in his big brown eyes lowered my guard. Only once before over the course of our relationship had Jackson ever witnessed when I had a mental break. It was when I was first beginning to work for a TV show, and I had about a two week period that were consistently overnight shoots. Every early morning I’d get home and crash on the first soft surface that I could find. In the beginning I was able to at least make it to my bed, but when Jackson woke up one morning and found me sound asleep on the carpet in the living room, he had persuaded me to drop the show to get my sleeping schedule in order and helped me find other stable work.

He continued to stare directly into my eyes, hoping for some sort of sign that his worried pleas would change my mind. And as always, they did.

“Fine.” I gave in. “But only because I’m itching to get back on set again.” I admitted; I couldn’t even remember the last time I was on a professional set since my studies started back up again.

Jackson’s boyish grin extended across his face, and he squished my face in between his big hands as he pressed his lips onto mine, “Yes! You’re going to love it.”

A few months prior Jackson had released a song called ‘100 Ways’. He had been obsessively busy in the recording studio, working late into the night to perfect his new sound. BamBam had only heard a few of the lyrics, but was quick to tell me when he couldn’t help but connect the dots. ‘They’re definitely about you’ He had bragged to me over our bi-monthly ramen dinners, ‘Jackson’s crazy about you’. There was apparently another song he was releasing as well, but when it came to his music, Jackson was so ominous that he’d never let me hear anything until he was sure it was finished. I didn’t mind the secrecy, I had quickly learned how much of a perfectionist he was and would be frustrated with himself if he thought even for a second I didn’t like his new songs if they weren't completely ready— even though I always loved everything he’s written. Perhaps except Papillon.

I hopped off the counter, slugging my way over to the kitchen table full of the calculus mess as Jackson finished his tea. While he quickly washed his mug and left it to dry I tried my best to reorganize my notes, leaving the table somewhat better than the way I had previously left it.

“I am going to take a shower,” Jackson cooed, pressing his large body up against mine, putting his arms around my waist from behind and softly nibbling my earlobe, “And you should join me.”

I set my hands on top of his, interlocking our fingers but ultimately unwrapping his hold on me, “I am way too tired tonight.” I placed a hand on his left cheek, leaning up and giving his right one a quick peck, “But I’ll be in bed.”

Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed, his lips pouting out in disappointment. He sulked behind me as we both made our way into my bedroom, Jackson continuing to the bathroom as I let my body crash onto the mattress in the center of the room. The door of the bathroom closed a little louder than I expected, slightly jolting me. I figured it was nothing, and continued my nightly routine. Loungewear, off. Jackson’s t-shirt, on. I crawled under my dark gray covers, pulling the blanket half way up as I clung onto my pillow and buried my face into it. The soft hum of the shower water running served as the perfect lull as the stress and exhaustion from today slowly faded.

After a few minutes the door finally creaked open, and I turned my head to watch as a slightly damp-haired Jackson silently made his way into the bedroom, sliding on only a clean pair of boxers. Avoiding eye contact with me, he placed the towel on the rack in the bathroom, and walked back out once more, clicking the light off and laying beside me. His back was turned towards me, and not even a simple ‘goodnight’ escaped him.

He was angry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a mistake.

A stupid, drunken mistake, that blew up out of proportions because Park Jinyoung is stupid.

He knew, the moment he woke up naked in a room that wasn’t his or yours, he knew he fucked up.

He knew that, yet he didn't stop himself there. 

He didn’t leave right away.

He stayed in her apartment long after they’re both awake, talking about last night, and the nights before they met. How their lives are beyond her small apartment.

He’s got her number saved in his phone, and his on hers.

She kissed him right as he was about to leave, and despite the storm of guilt in his stomach, he kissed her back.

And kissed her again when they met a few days later, after she asked if he had time to meet. He didn’t, but he made the time to meet her.

And Jinyoung fell right back onto her bed again that night.

And again and again and again. Countless times, Jinyoung would find himself sinking into her walls completely aware that what he was doing was wrong.

He didn’t love her tho. No.

He loved you. And he still loves you. You’re the love of his life, he knew it. 

Everything he ever wanted in life - patience, kindness, thoughtfulness, a considerate heart - every good trait a person can have, you’ve got it all. 

But he often found himself wondering if he was good enough for you. If he was an adequate match for such a wonderful person. For such perfection. And it wasn’t as if he'd never confessed to you of his insecurities.

He had done so, many times. And at those moments you’d hug him and say, in the softest voice, “you’re enough, Jinyoung.”

It would soften his heart, and he’d clutch so tightly on the clothes against your back out of fear that if he let go, you’d slip away. But he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he still wasn’t enough, that he was always two steps behind.

With her though, he felt enough.

She was indecisive. Reckless. Spontaneous. She was flawed in so many ways, and wasn’t ashamed of admitting them.

She was crass too.

She once pointed out how Jinyoung should stop mulling over his thoughts for too long, because that was how he’d spiral into anxiety and insecurity. “You’re just hurting yourself. You need to stop.” she said during the one night he stayed over and he did. He stopped.

She was a breath of fresh air, and for once, Jinyoung didn’t feel the pressure to catch up.

And it tore him apart, how she was everything you weren’t, and he found comfort in that.

And it broke him to pieces, how you’d kiss him lovingly on your date, not knowing that his lips were worshipping over the soft expanse of her skin just the night before. 

How you’d lace your fingers with his, and all he could think about was how hers felt between his.

How day by day, your comforting words felt nothing more than simple consolations, while hers he’d listen wholeheartedly.

It was a mistake to let her in his life. But it was a graver mistake to keep this secret from you, who’s been nothing but loving to him.

He didn’t love her, but he couldn’t let her go. Guilt festered in his heart and Jinyoung couldn’t bear it anymore. So he told you, and you both broke down into tears as he explained. He was expecting a slap, a hit, or even better, a kick, because he knew he deserved that at the very least. Yet your reaction was not one he had prepared himself to face.

Your stuttered whispers of forgiveness and acceptance of his affair with her took Jinyoung aback. Your confession of love, despite the pain he’d inflicted on you, baffled his mind. Your willingness to lay yourself bare under him again, in the comfort of his bed, despite knowing that he’d taken someone other than you in a similar manner, utterly crushed his heart.

You had only convinced him more of your perfection and how flawed he was, and he knew then the cycle would only repeat itself if he continued on with you.

Jinyoung loved you. Loves you. 

But he wasn’t the one for you. The one for you won’t hurt you like he did.

So he had to let you go.

--

Jinyoung shuffles jadedly into his apartment, his whole body is aching, and his right arm is stinging sharply with pain. He winces when he hits his arm on a throw pillow as he collapses on the sofa bed in his living room. 

A bruise is forming, apparent from the fresh red blotch on his skin and the tenderness of his flesh when his fingertip brushes over it. It would look and feel worse over the next few days and Jinyoung is not looking forward to it.

He stares at the ceiling, mind and muscles unwinding from the tension earlier. A sigh escapes him and Jinyoung brings a pillow over his face, shading him from the harsh sunlight that’s burning his eyes.

Or is it his tears that are doing that?

He hears a click of a key, a door opening and footsteps approaching the living room. He shifts the pillow away slightly and sees his roommate who just stumbles out of his room, still in pajamas and rubbing the light scruff on his face. His eyes are trained on Wonpil’s face and his heart and body throbs in pain at the resemblance of his roommate to a certain high schooler.

Wonpil jumps when he sees Jinyoung staring, hand clutching his chest in shock. Jinyoung sighs again and brings the pillow back to cover his face, because his eyes feel hotter now and he doesn’t want Wonpil to see him cry. 

It feels like that kid is the one looking at him, and at the moment, Jinyong regrets rooming up with this best friend of his.

“Why are you up so early?” Wonpil asks with confusion in his voice. Jinyoung feels the sofa dipping under Wonpil’s weight and he shifts, moving his leg to the top of the sofa. He doesn’t feel like answering, but he’s sure Wonpil’s gaze is on him right now.

“What the heck happened to your arm?” Now there’s worry laced in his words. Genuine worry that makes Jinyoung feel awful if he doesn’t answer.

“Your cousin happened.” Jinyoung’s voice is slightly muffled by the pillow, but Wonpil has ears as sharp as a guard dog.

“Which one? Seungminnie?” Wonpil asks again, perplexed. “No way, Seungmin wouldn’t-”

“He slammed a door against my arm. And I think he broke my toes as well, I can’t feel them at all.” Jinyoung wiggles his leg to emphasize. He really can’t feel his toes right now. Seungmin must’ve severed some of his nerves when the younger banged the door against his feet earlier. 

“Broken toes usually hurt, unless your nerves are damaged- but wait- how did that even happen anyway? And why would Seungmin do that??”

Jinyoung heavily regrets not wearing long sleeves. Because now he has to explain everything to Wonpil, who sounds utterly baffled and slightly indignant. Understandable because blood is thicker than water and Seungmin is Wonpil’s favorite cousin, the boy practically his brother. 

It is out of character for Seungmin to be violent, and to say that the sweet boy is capable of harm is borderline offensive to Wonpil. Plus, if Jinyoung tells his roommate what happened, Wonpil definitely won’t side with him.

Which Jinyoung would understand as well. He was an exemplary jerk this morning. Has been for the past four months, actually.

“I tried to see his sister in their house this morning. I thought she’d be the one getting the door cause she usually wakes up early, but Seungmin did. And he refused to let me in, and I kept trying to push the door open, and he held back against me.” Jinyoung wishes he can just hide in his room now.

Wonpil doesn’t say anything for a minute and it makes Jinyoung nauseous, how he’s not responding right away. He moves the pillow away from his face and finds Wonpil’s gaze boring judgement into Jinyoung’s skull.

“I thought you broke up with her already. You told me you broke up with her- no, you dumped her, on Friday evening, after your 5 PM class, at the small cafe by her house because you want to make sure her walk home was short.” Wonpil’s perfect recount of the event makes Jinyoung’s heart hurt slightly. 

“I did. But then I regretted doing it.” Jinyoung’s voice falters. “I regretted not hearing what she had to say on it. I just left her there. And it’s eating up on me so that’s why I went to her house but Seungmin won’t allow me in.”

“Then you’re on the wrong here. Not Seungmin.” Wonpil scoffs. “I mean, imagine if the guy who dumps your sister stands on your doorstep begging to see her. You have two older sisters yourself, how would you react?”

Jinyoung sighs. “I would sock the guy...”

“Exactly. Definitely not Seungmin’s fault for breaking your toes or bruising your arm when you’re the one breaking y/n’s heart and then being too pushy and selfish like that.” Wonpil shrugs. “Plus, you hurt her before already. Pretty sure Seungmin knows about it.”

“He did. He mentioned it this morning.” More like, screamed it in my ears, while cursing me with all of his heart, but yeah. “He knows about it.”

“Okay, then it’s totally understandable that the boy becomes so protective over his sister when the bastard who cheated on her- which she so graciously forgave, suddenly dumped her, and then had the nerve to come to their house just to take his words back.”

Wonpil’s words cut deeper than necessary. Jinyoung thinks there’s no need to paint him in such a light, but after a second, he realizes his roommate is not wrong about him at all.

He is a bastard. A cheating, ungrateful bastard who dumped the sweetest girl he’s ever dated. Seungmin has the right to be angry at him. The bruises Seungmin made on Jinyoung is nothing compared to the pain he’s inflicted on you.

He knows he doesn’t deserve you spare time, but Jinyoung really wishes he can take his words back.

Right after he told you he was through with you , Jinyoung left before you could say anything. He was scared of what you might say, the longer he stayed there, in the cafe that you loved. He was scared that he’d sway from your words and be persuaded to stay. That was the last thing Jinyoung had wanted.

So Jinyoung left you. He ran back to his apartment, lungs screaming for air as he ran with tears in his eyes, sobbing as he sprinted through his two and a half kilometers route back home. When he got to his apartment he immediately wanted to run back to you and hug you tight and take it all back but then he remembered what he wanted and what he needed.

He wanted you to be happy.

He needed to stay away from you so that you could be happy.

Breaking up with you felt like a mistake.But Jinyoung made a much bigger, graver mistake just a few months before and it’s one he couldn’t forgive himself for doing. 

And it broke his heart when you decided to forgive that mistake of his. He’s betrayed you and you still forgave him. While he was grateful that you did that, he was utterly scared. Scared over the possibility that he could make the same mistake again in the future, and of the possibility of you forgiving him, again and again and again.

Because you’re just sweet and kind like that.

And Jinyoung really doesn’t deserve your sweetness and kindness anymore.

But this morning he was swept by waves of regret and the urge to see you again. He was pulled by the current too easily and forgot the consequences that could arise from his reckless behavior. Jinyoung really is a slow learner.

He sighs, pulling the pillow back to his face as sadness crashes over him like stormy ocean tides. Wonpil sighs too, and Jinyoung can feel the sofa bouncing up as Wonpil stands, hear steps shuffling close to the kitchen and his roommate is opening the fridge now. 

Then Jinyoung yelps as he feels a sharp, icy sensation on his warm and tender arms. Wonpil is pressing a cold pack on his bruised arm, and putting another one on his nearly crushed toes. Now he wants to cry for a different reason altogether.

“Thanks, man.” Jinyoung half-whispers and Wonpil throws him a nonchalant nod. “Don’t worry, Jinyoung. Just keep your limbs elevated for today. Take some rest.”

Jinyoung nods back, fully settling himself on the sofa while Wonpil checks the clock on the wall. “I’ll have to shower now. I promised my aunt I’d go give Seungmin my old math notes and tutor him a bit then take them both out for lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll just hang out here on the sofa until I can feel my toes again.” Jinyoung masks his pain with a laugh. Another thing he adds to the list of things he regrets most: being roommates with his ex’s cousin.

“Oh, and Jinyoung.” Wonpil says before heading into the bathroom. “You need to know that, I love you as a friend, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I want you to move on from all of this and find happiness. But as her cousin, I really want to see you get run over by a truck and die the most painful death, then rot in hell for eternity because you really deserve to burn.”

Wonpil flashes him a wide smile and then slams the bathroom door with pent up anger. Jinyoung gazes at the locked door mournfully. 

Jinyoung can’t even retort back.

He just wonders if getting hit by a truck is worse than having a broken heart.

--

“I need you to apologize to Jinyoung.” Wonpil sternly says, to which Seungmin replies with a scowl.

“I need you to stop being his friend and move out of that apartment, then, we can arrange my apology to Park Jinyoung.” 

Wonpil sighs, thumb rubbing the knot between his furrowed brows in a vain attempt to lessen his headache. “I can’t do that. He’s my best-friend.”

“Your ‘best-friend’ cheated on my sister, your cousin, and had the nerve to dump her. I can’t believe you still consider that fucker your friend.”

“Language, Seungmin.” Wonpil warns, yet the younger doesn’t seem to cower. In fact, he looks even more defiant. Another sigh escapes Wonpil’s lips and he lets himself sink on the sofa. “I understand your anger, and believe me. I was angry too, Seungmin. I was furious.”

When Jinyoung told Wonpil of what he had done, Wonpil was close to beating him to death with his keyboard stand. That night he felt anger and hatred in his otherwise tranquil self, and he knew Jinyoung was prepared to be thrown out of their apartment and be cut out of his best-friend’s life. 

The bastard’s wide eyes were shaking with fear, and he looked small with guilt weighing him down. Wonpil wanted to leave, but stayed. He punched Jinyoung hard on the stomach and the dick, and cursed hard at Jinyoung but he stayed. 

“You’re a shitty boyfriend, Jinyoung. But you’re a good friend, and I care for you too much than I’d like myself to be right now.” Wonpil said that night. “Though I don’t think I will ever forgive you for cheating. And for hurting my family. I can’t look at you the same way ever again.” And Jinyoung said he didn’t mind that because he knew he would never deserve to be forgiven, and that was enough reassurance for Wonpil.

Wonpil pats on the cushion next to him, urging the defensive Seungmin to sit down. The younger still sports the same disgusted expression, but he sits down next to Wonpil nonetheless. It makes Wonpil’s heart warms a bit.

“I understand how frustrated you are, and how you might think he deserved to be hurt. I also think he does, but Seungmin, you’re better than that.” Wonpil reaches to Seungmin’s shoulder, hand rubbing comforting circle on the younger’s tense muscle. 

“You’re always one to quickly own up to your mistake and fix them. While I also understand that you’re doing it to defend your loved one, you still hurt someone, Seungmin, even purposefully, to a certain extent. And you know that that’s wrong.”

 “You need to show me that you’re better than Jinyoung who waited for months until he owned up to his mistakes.” The mention of Jinyoung’s name has Seungmin clicking his tongue disapprovingly, but Wonpil knows that’s the only way he could coax an apology from his younger cousin: comparing him to the man he hates most in his life at the moment.

“Fine.” Seungmin huffs. Wonpil offers him a soft smile as he adds. “And you need to let him meet your sister as well.”

Seungmin’s pupils are blown up with rage. “No. Not that. Never.”

“You need to, Seungmin.” Wonpil says, voice laced with a mix of fatigue, frustration and thinning patience. “Let them meet so they both get their closure.”

“Closure? Are you siding with that fu- that bastard?”

He still doesn’t like Seungmin’s use of profanity, but he lets it pass for now. “I’m not siding with anyone, here. I just want them to talk like civil adults and close this chapter and they can move on, so we can all move on.”

Seungmin looks lost and Wonpil can’t blame the boy, he’s never experienced love yet he’s witnessing it in its most horrific form. “While it’s easier to just block Jinyoung and ignore him, letting her talk to him and express her feelings to him would give her the closure she needs, and the closure he needs as well.”

“But if they meet again, then she’d cry again…”

“Don’t you think it’s better to just let her cry her heart out in front of him? Or let her curse him? Let her tell him what’s truly in her mind, and let her be free of the shackles of her feelings and any left over regrets, Seungmin.”

Seungmin gulps and Wonpil can see confusion, rage and sadness swirling in the darkness of his cousin’s eyes, and they’re manifesting in an apparent wetness over his irises.

Wonpil offers the boy a crestfallen smile. “Let her let him go properly, Seungmin.”

Since you found out that he had lost weight, you always remind him to eat.

Him being an idol is not easy at all. He has to sacrifice a lot to become one. Being an idol also means that he has to look flawless as a man. When he receives so many comments about him being fat, he feels that he need to lose some weight. But of course, you think differently.

Mark already does sport and dances, he already looked fit. Losing weight will make him look skinny and lifeless. Not to mention, you worry about his health.

You want to smack every person who said Mark was fat. Because... come on? Him? Fat? It doesn't make any sense. These people really need to check their eyes.

"I'm sorry but I promise to do it later," Mark tried to console you but you ask him back immediately, "When is later?"

"After practice?" Mark hesitantly said which made you grumble. "I don't know, but I promise I will!"

You gritted your teeth, "You better. Don't make me come over there and force you to swallow every food I could find from there."

Instead of receiving an agreement from him, you hear his beautiful laugh. "I'm serious, Mark." You said to him while trying not to smile.

"Of course you do, baby," Mark said still chuckling. "Is this the reason why you called me? Just checking me if I already ate or not?"

You frowned in disappointment, "Well, no. I, I have bad news."

Usually, when GOT7 has a schedule to perform, you would always be there to watch and support them, especially Mark. But this time, you can't. Due to many works that needed to be done, you forgot to order the ticket before it sold out.

"What is it?"

"I can't watch you perform this time," You sighed while running your fingers through your hair. "Well, I can watch it on TV but I can't come over to the concert. You know what I mean."

Hearing him sigh over the phone, you quickly explain your situation. "It slipped off my mind! I-I got really focused on finishing my work and when I remember about the concert, the ticket was already sold! I am so sorry, Mark. I really do--"

Mark soothing voice came up, "Y/N, It's totally fine. You don't have to come every time I perform on stage. I know you have works to do. Besides, maybe you are already bored with the repeated song."

"I will never get bored if you're the one who performs." You admitted sweetly, "I could listen to your repeated voice every day and never get bored of it."

Your boyfriend chuckles and you could imagine his smile over the phone, "You are so cute."

"I agree." You sassily answered which made him laugh. "I'm really sorry though."

Over the phone, Mark bit his lip to hide his smile. His girlfriend is really a caring and supportive person. That is something that will always amaze him. "It's okay."

The conversation between you continues on. Sharing laughs and jokes over the phone makes you want to go to the concert and see him directly. You haven't seen him for three days but you know the wait will be worth it.

Before the conversation ended, you quickly remind him. "Don't forget to eat and don't forget to bring your jacket and your heat packs. I don't want a freezing boyfriend, okay? You will be uncomfortable to cuddle. I also don't want you to pass out, it will be too much to handle."

You could sense him rolling his eyes playfully, "Yeah, yeah. You worry too much."

"I will always worry about you, idiot."

Two days later, after finishing some work at your office, you hurriedly pack your things. The show will start for an hour and you don't want to miss GOT7 performance. Some of your things fell from your desk, which made you curse loudly.

You immediately went down under the desk to pick them before one of your coworkers enters your office. "Hey Y/N, some of us want to grab something to eat. Wanna come?"

Accidentally hitting your head with the desk, the coworker giggled. "Why such a hurry?"

"Sorry, I can't come. Mark is performing tonight and I am late." You said while tidying your desk once more.

"But I thought you didn't get the ticket?"

You smiled mischievously, "I could watch it on TV, couldn't I?" The coworker smiled knowingly, nodding understandably before leaving you alone.

When you are home, the Mnet show is in a few minutes. You literally dumped everything on the floor and turn on the TV before sitting down comfortably on your couch. You sighed in relief when you realized you are not late, the show has just started.

The song 'Lullaby' started and you snickered when Jaebum smirked at the camera. You smiled widely when Mark's part came but the smile vanishes as you noticed his condition. He's wearing makeup of course but you know him. You could tell that the makeup covered his eye bags. And... Does he look paler?

Your eye twitches in irritation. Mark is not keeping his promises, not yet maybe. Your eyes quickly noticed everything that is wrong with Mark. His response is a little bit slow and his movements are not as energic as usual. His balance was also a little bit off.

Your irritation turns into concern. He looks like he's going to pass out.

"Oh Mark, please be careful." You mumbled to no one as you continue to watch over him performs.

The complicated dance that Mark always complains of came and it made you sit on the edge of your couch. You intently watch over Mark although the screen keeps turns to record each member.

When the music ends, you sighed in relief. Mark has done the performance smoothly although you tried to ignore the view when Mark fully leaned on Jaebum at the end of the performance.

"Please be alright, please be alright." You grabbed your phone and decided to call him. Waiting for a few minutes, you then dialed him.

The answering machine tells you that Mark is not picking up his phone. You decided to call him once again, the result is still the same.

You tried to call the other members and sighed in relief when Jinyoung answered. "Jinyoung? Hi, uh, I just want to know if Mark's okay?"

When Jinyoung didn't answer your question right away, you knew something's wrong with Mark. "What happened?"

"He passed out in the backstage." Your face immediately went pale and your blood runs cold, He.. hasn't woke up." Jinyoung replied calmly although you knew he was worried sick about his hyung.

"Have you called 911?" You started to rush here and there, gathering your stuff and get ready to got wherever Mark is.

"The medic is here. They're checking him in the other room right now, that's all I could tell you." Jinyoung sighed worriedly, "Are you coming?"

"Of course I am," You accidentally snapped but immediately apologize, "Sorry, I'm just--"

Jinyoung, who has known you since you're dating Mark, understands your attitude and automatically forgives you, "I know. Get here quick and be careful."

"Ma'am, you can't go there." A bodyguard pushed you back when you tried to enter the backstage.

You smacked his hands away from your body before setting a glare on him, "My boyfriend is in there, you have to let me in!"

"Yeah, everybody says that." The man said, looking bored, "Now, please go away."

"Are you serious?" You snapped at him and stayed on your ground, "I'm not some crazy fan that trying to enter and jumped on some artists! My boyfriend, Mark, is sick inside! He needs me!"

The bodyguard looked annoyed by now and started to push you back again, "You won't fool me. Now, before I dragged your ass from here, you should leave. Now."

"My ass won't go anywhere but inside," You spat the words back to the man. You tried to go past him but failed to do so as he grabbed your shoulders and started to drag you out from the place.

"Stop!" A familiar voice made the bodyguard stop and looked back to that voice owner.

"Let her go," Jackson said to the bodyguard. When the latter didn't move, Jackson repeat rather harshly, "I said, let her go."

When the bodyguard obeyed, you can't help but say, "Asshole."

Before the man could say anything, you went inside with Jackson on your side.

"How is he?" you asked Jackson while your eyes look every inch of the place, trying to locate your boyfriend.

"Still unconscious," Jackson sighed worriedly, "The medic said that his blood pressure is too low. It made him passed out."

You nodded understandably as Jackson started to lead you to a room where Mark is in.

"Oh, Mark," You sighed when you see his figure on a medical bed and rushed to him.

Mark is still sleeping peacefully. His hair is a little damp and he's sweating. Placing your hand on his forehead, it was rather cold. You pushed his bangs away from his face before settling by playing his hair.

"What an idiot." You whispered to no one but the other members heard you. They chuckled silently, didn't want to interrupt your silent moment with sleeping-Mark.

"Don't say it."

You sat up straighter while raising your eyebrow, "Don't say what?"

Mark groaned as he tried to sit up, "Don't say 'I've told you so'."

After helping him to sit up, you took a glass of water. When Mark tried to grab the glass, you smack his hand away before motioning him to drink with you holding the glass.

He pouts and opened his mouth to protest but your glare shuts him up.

"Slowly." You command him as he drank. After you put the glass away, silence fell between you.

You decided to cut off the silence, "Do you want to me rant or...?"

Mark sighed, "I know I messed up."

"Yes, you did."

"I'm an idiot."

"That you are."

"I know I was supposed to listen to you."

"That is true."

"I'm a terrible boyfriend."

"Debatable."

Your boyfriend frowned at you, "What? Why?"

You raised your eyebrow, "You didn't listen to me."

Mark bowed his head in regret which made you giggle, "No, I was kidding."

You decided to sit next to him on the bed before you hug him tightly. Mark returned your hug before mumbling an apology. You nodded your head before pulling away.

Grabbing his face, you kissed his forehead then his nose and finally peck his lips softly. Pressing your forehead against his, you breathe out slowly as you closed your eyes.

"Never again. Do you hear me? No more forcing yourself. Your body is a tressure, Mark. You have to keep it well. If something happens to you, God, help me, I will castrate you."

Mark laughed but when he didn't hear you laugh with him, his smile fell. "Wait, are you serious?"

You can't hold it anymore and laugh, "Of course not, you idiot!"

He sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, that would be horrible."

You flicked his forehead and giggled when he pouts. "Don't force yourself again, okay? You have to eat and rest a lot more now. Take care of your health."

"I will, I promise."

"You better hold this promise for good, Tuan. Last time you promised, you messed up." You crossed your arms with a playful glare.

"I won't, I really won't." Mark pulled your arms and hugged your waist, "You worry too much."