Got7's Mark after performance at mbc, something with romance and horror ~.~ P. S. Thank you ♥♡♥♡ ;-)
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Mark waved to his fans one last time before jogging off stage, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead. The rest of the boys went to the showers and he was about to as well, when he felt a coldness surround him. He had felt that on stage as well but had dismissed it as MBC’s air conditioners at high. It was a different kind of coldness, not the kind that would make his nose turn red on a winter’s day, rather a chilling kind of coldness that made his insides shake.
"Excuse me," he said to a stylist that was passing by, "Why is it so cold?"
The staff member furrowed her eyebrows at him, “What do you mean? Everyone is sweating of heat!”
Mark felt strange and decided to ignore it. He then went into the dressing room to get some clothes to change into. As Mark was grabbing his things, he jumped in shock as the door shut. “Rude,” he muttered to himself, guessing it was one of his members.
He struggled to open the door, “I get it guys, let go of the door!” he scowled. Eventually, he wriggled the door open but was suspicious as he did not see any of his members around.
As Mark was walking to the shower room, he saw from the distance a beautiful girl dressed in white clothes. You were gorgeous. Your eyes met his and he struggled to look away, captivated from your beauty.
Mark shook his head and walked into the bathroom, knowing he couldn’t afford liking a girl when his GOT7 were only rookies. He lifted his shirt off and looked in the mirror. He fell back in shock when the reflection of the mirror showed the flawless girl from before.
You caught Mark as he fell back. He instantly pushed his self off you and looked in confusion and bewilderment. “Who are you-What are you doing-Why are..” Mark stumbled in his words, holding his shirt tightly.
You smiled gently, stepping closer to him. As you stepped closer, Mark felt that coldness he had been feeling earlier. “I’m yours,” you said to him. Mark shivered from your touch as you glided your hand on the side of his face.
You kissed his lips solemnly and he did not push you away. The moment you pulled away, the lights of the bathroom flicked off. When they flashed back on, you were gone. Mark held onto his chest, despite feeling startled and petrified, something inside him felt happy and restless because he knew you would come back. You would come back for him.
