Q: Mark the rapper or Mark the dancer? 

A: OH MY GOD, I feel like Mark is pretty good at dancing but I really love Mark as a rapper he does a sort of slow rap which I'm a big fan of so YES my answer is Mark the RAPPER 

Leave me questions down below ;)

Also for 700K should I finally do face reveal? Do you guys wanna know the face behind all these imagines ?? (If I get support for it then if I reach 700K then I'll most likely do a face reveal!)

P.S: A bit of an angsty Mark one ( also the pictures I use from now on maybe more aesthetic-ish and relatable to the story rather than pictures/ gifs of the boys themselves but I will try and insert pictures of the boys when it's suitable )

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Requested by: HaeYeon_

You tossed the keys in the little basket where you kept the rest of your knick-knacks, shrugging out of your jacket, not surprised that the light in the room was still on.

As you dragged your feet to the door, you heard your boyfriend's voice ring clearly despite being muffled slightly by the walls. From the way he spoke, he was probably doing a Vlive, it was either that or he was going crazy.... not a great prospect to think about.

Deciding not to disturb him, knowing he would be done in about half an hour, you slipped into the washroom to freshen up, your aching muscles calling out desperately for a burning hot shower.

Half an Hour Later

Pulling one of Mark's Represent T-shirts over your head, you watched as it fell way past your thighs to settles at your calves. Who needed shorts when your boyfriend's shirt made the perfect nightgown?? Besides, he loved seeing you in his clothes, and his hoodies and sweaters would often mysteriously disappear from his side of the closet only to reappear in your section.

Your hair tumbling to your shoulders in a damp mess, you combed through it quickly, padding quietly towards the door still hearing his voice coming through the door.

You would remain outside till he finished his live, nobody yet knew that both of you were dating much less that you were staying with him and sleeping in the same room. Mark had wanted to keep a secret, and you supported him all the way, knowing what a dating scandal could do to his career.

Sighing, sleeping was probably going to take a little bit longer. You took out your phone and smirked. If you couldn't spend some time with your boyfriend in real life, well, he never said that you couldn't peek on him digitally could you? Clicking on the VLIVE app, you watched as the V sign, bounced up, once, twice and then finally admitting you to your homepage.

Clicking on GOT7's channel you immediately entered the LIVE that was titled 'Mark's Q & A Session'

As soon as you got connected, you could see your boyfriend's face filling up the screen, most of his face obscured by a mask and a cap to the point where you could only see his eyes peeking through between. That probably meant that he had just gotten back from work and removed his makeup.

Your fingers flying on your keyboard, you typed out a message that was soon lost under the flood of comments that rushed up to replace yours.

You watched his hazel eyes flicker to the comments that were constantly pushed up, trying to find one that he could read.

'What time are you sleeping?" he asked the question aloud. His eyes flickered to the bedroom door before answering the question. 'In about maybe 15 minutes,' he said, shrugging.

'Did you practise today?' came another question.

'Yeah we did, so please look forward to our new album!' he smiled, but you could only see the crinkle and laugh lines around his eyes.

'Hmmm,' he licked his lips as he finally spotted another comment that made him blush.

'Are you dating anyone right now?"

Your heart leaped into your chest suddenly. Would this be the time that he finally let the world know? It was plausible but then again, he would have asked you, and besides he usually ignored those sort of comments and to mention it out of the blue...

'Well... yes actually, I am dating someone right now, her name is,' he bit his lip nervously, as if going to confess a great secret. 'She's from our company, you guys probably know her,' he said, trying to leave them hanging but the comments weren't having it as there were cries of OMG and WHO IS SHE???

You on the other hand were bewildered out of your mind. You weren't from JYP, heck, you weren't even in the same line of work as Mark, you worked as a journalist for one of the small but up and coming magazines in Seoul. Mark should have known that, both of you had been dating for 3 years...

'Give us more hints pleassseee,' a user commented as Mark laughed, clearly enjoying his moment of fun. You waited anxiously for his response finger hovering over the pause button of the live.

'Fine, fine,' he relented. 'I'm actually dating one of our company trainees, her name is Chora,' he smiled and that smile was the one that he supposedly only used when he was with you, the one that only you managed to bring out in him.

More and more comments were flooding the video, most of them were messages supporting Mark's new relationship, others were begging him to update them soon on what she looked like and their dating life.

'Okay, I think that's enough of a Q & A session for now,' he shook his head at the magnitude of comments that were flooding. 'This has been GOT7's Mark Tuan, I'll be back soon!' he waved to the camera cheerily before ending the live.

You sat down there for God knows how long, waiting for the news to sink in, as if you were slowly drowning in quicksand. First was the numbness around your legs as you sat there dumbfounded, and then the enormous pressure on your chest that felt as you were going to be suffocated, your lungs cramping and shrinking as your heart slowly shrivelled and sunk as well. Then came the tears that slipped out one by one, like raindrops against your skin, staining the sleeves of your shirt as you wiped them away. The stain was slowly spreading further and further against the fabric of the shirt, which you realised you were still wearing.

Suddenly, you felt disgusted, you needed to get out. Yanking off his shirt on the way to the bathroom, you pulled on one of your old hoodies instead, which hugged your body like an old friend, comforting you, as you swept your belongings and toiletries into a small bag. Slamming the door behind you, you ran to the room just as Mark opened it.

'(Y/N), babe hey you're back-,' he stopped short when he saw the tears that were streaming on your cheeks as you shoved past his outstretched arms, to the closet where you began blindly yanking clothes off of hangers, shoving them into a duffel bag.

Just as you were done, zipping the bag up with shaking cold hands, Mark grabbed on the strap of your bag just as you were leaving.

'Where the hell are you going?' he demanded as the grip on your bag tightened.

'Away.' you said, head down, limp half dry hair covering most of your face and thus obscuring your vision of him.

'It's midnight, you're not going anywhere,' he said firmly, making to take away your duffel as you wrenched it away from him.

'You don't get to tell me what to do Mark Tuan,' you voice blistering with pain and hurt as you shook your head.

'What is wrong with you?" he asked, wondering what brought on the sudden change.

'Who's Chora, Mark? Who is SHE?" you screamed the last word in his face which paled in understanding.

'I-I,' he began rubbing the back of his neck, like he always did when he was nervous.

That was answer enough for you.

'I'm leaving, don't bother finding me,' you snapped, whirling around, as you shoved your feet into your worn pair of sneakers, and storming out of the door, your keys shaking your hands as you unlocked the door, finally throwing the keys behind you as you slipped out into the dark night.

You waited and waited and waited.

For a hand to land on your shoulder and tell you that it was all just some sort of joke.

For him to come and take you in his arms and say that it wasn't what it looked like.

For him to kiss you on your forehead and give some excuse ANY EXCUSE.

But.... all you could remember was his guilt-ridden face as you left and as you ran away from him, tears blinding your vision which you wiped desperately with the back of your hand, all you could feel the peculiar shredding, tearing , ripping apart that could only be described as a heart breaking which seemed to increase exponentially the further the distance you put between you and him.