Hot Mess: Part I
You work at JYPE and don’t know how to read Mark Tuan, especially since that messy night… Does he truly hate your guts that much?
Protagonists: Mark Tuan & you
Word Count: 2.4k
Genre: (Idk, future smut)
A/N : I decided to split it, because it felt like a 2 chapters story, idk. Tell me what you think, the smut’s in the incoming part II! Hope you like it.
You pour your glass of champagne down your throat like it’s water. You usually love work events like this, but not tonight. Tonight, you could kill that stupid jerk to get rid of the grin on his face.
You’re standing alone in a poor lit corner of the reception hall, letting your eyes wander on the party crowd when they spot the early thirties tall man; he’s in a deep conversation with your boss. They must be having a blast, because they both throw their heads back to laugh aloud and people around them turn to stare.
HA. HA. HA. An angry hiss escapes between your teeth.
You think of the meeting you had that afternoon and instantly, your forehead wrinkles at the memory. You had been preparing this new exciting project for the last three months. Your team appointed you to do the presentation, because you were the one behind “the big idea”. A way for your company’s boy groups to penetrate a new growth market. You presented Team A’s project to a full room, everything was going perfectly until Josh cut you off.
“Wait, is this your idea?” He asked.
“It’s my team’s idea.” You answered with confidence, but he ignored and continued.
“I don’t believe in your consumer’s truth.” He knew his interruption annoyed you and he smirked. “Your whole project is based on it and I’m not really sure it’s true to the intended target of this campaign.” Yes dickhead, that’s what a consumer’s truth is for. The room was dead silent, everybody waiting for your answer.
Josh is an asshole who graduated Harvard Business School so nobody ever doubts his capacities. He does whatever he wants in meetings and all your older colleagues eat in the palm of his tiny hand. Still, you couldn’t believe it was alright for him to interrupt your team’s project with a personal intervention like that. He had been making your professional life a living hell over personal matters for two months now.
“I believe that our team’s plan is the best to expand this brand’s recognition with international audiences.” Your gaze met with a panicked Iseul, the only other girl in the room, who also happened to be in Team A.
“Hum… Well if you say so. I think this is a bit of a stretch.” His stupid smirk was still plastered on his face and the other men in the room began nodding in approval.
You finished your presentation in disbelief, not knowing how to answer to his blatant affront. By then it was clear you didn’t have anybody’s attention. Josh had undermined your credibility in front of your colleagues and superiors and your team’s hard work just vanished.
You snort and grab a new glass of champagne on the nearest server’s plate. Now that you’re at this cocktail party, your head is filled with great comebacks you could’ve said. Most of your colleagues are married men in their thirties, what gives them the arrogance of knowing what women and young girls want? They’re always complaining about how complicated their wives are and yet, they make decisions for young girls to buy CDs. But, you, understanding how to penetrate a new target’s market? No, it was highly improbable. The irony. You snort again still pissed.
You aggressively shove the content of the second glass in your mouth with the vague impression that someone’s eyeing you. Feeling a bit paranoid, you look around only to find Mark Tuan inspecting you. As usual. He’s standing in the middle of the room with two women from PR and one of GOT7’s stylists. The others all seem in deep conversation, but the tall Idol is looking straight at you, with his familiar unreadable expression.
Mark’s the kind of guy who is scary good looking. But then again, all Idols from your company are, so you kind of got used to it. He’s tall and slim with long defined limbs and perfect full heart-shaped lips. He almost never speaks in front of you, even if he hung out with Youngjae and you several times.
He’s also the kind of quiet perfection that makes talkative people like you say and do a bunch of stupid shit.
You nod at him, sarcastically raising your empty glass his way; you both know he hates your guts. You spent the last two months avoiding his company, which isn’t that hard since he’s so busy. Much to Mark’s annoyance, you’re pure trouble magnet. Keep away from me then. What are you still looking at!?
The moment stretches and you worry he might come your way when he appears to excuse himself out of his conversation. Your brain already starts to plan your escape, but a firm hand on your shoulder stops you.
“Hey y/n, eat this.” Youngjae smiles at you, holding a fancy looking salmon appetizer a mere centimeter away from your mouth. You savagely grunt in response. “You need to eat this or you might end up like that time at the club in Gangnam” He teases.
You can’t help but blush, remembering that time you went clubbing together and your thoughts instantly fly back in Mark Tuan’s direction.
The loud bass was making your eardrums vibrate but you didn’t mind at all, swaying your hips to the rhythm. The “young crew” of your company all went to a club together after a meal and a few bottles of Soju. Now you were dancing without a care in the world, holding tightly to your umpteenth beer. Your coworkers already knew there was no way to keep you at a table if a dance floor was near. Iseul had followed and several buttons of her dress shirt were now opened as she danced carelessly. She was usually quiet and reserved and seeing her let loose was refreshing.
You had texted Youngjae after you left the restaurant to invite him over and he said he was coming after practice but was still nowhere to be found. Damn. You watched Iseul dance in front of you with a big grin. He must see her like that tonight. The sweet singer had the biggest crush since forever but they both seemed oblivious to that fact.
The rhythm changed into a song with a stronger melody and you started singing. You couldn’t even hear your own voice so you shut your eyes to appreciate the feeling of freedom. When you opened them, Iseul was gone, probably back at the table with the rest of your colleagues.
You continued to dance alone, feeling pearls of sweat sliding down your neckline. You were wearing a nice short dress, low-cut in the back. With your hair tied in a loose bun, it made your neck looked extra sexy. It was the kind of day where you welcome the male gazes and feel especially hot and confident.
Quenching your thirst by swallowing too much of your beer in one go, you shut your eyes once more. The alcohol in your blood comfortably numbed you and your hips continued to sway mindlessly to the beat for a few minutes.
When you opened them again, you made straight eye contact with Mark Tuan. He was looking at you from across the club, leaning on the counter of the bar. His brown hair was half thrown back with some rebel strays falling on his forehead
Something about the situation made you want to go join him, but you remembered that talking was not his specialty. Being smoking hot is. So you just danced while holding his gaze.
The moment seemed to last forever; you, sexily moving and him, staring at you. Mark had that usual unreadable look. The thought of him coming here with Youngjae occurred to you, but you didn’t want to go look for him, not yet.
God that man is attractive. “Mark is even hotter in real life. The things I’d do to his face…” You once had jokingly said to a close girlfriend asking how it felt to work with GOT7. The truth was that his attractiveness mostly made you a complete mess in front of him.
His eyes were particularly dark that night, accentuating that mysterious aura you liked. His reserve always made you nervous, since you were such an open book, but at the same time it fascinated you. Mark slowly drank his beer, your eyes still locked together. He was the one that seemed captivated tonight and you wondered what it would take for him to join you.
Your hands tentatively moved on your body, still swaying in rhythm. You were drunk and shameless, definitely your best mix.
It had been months of celibacy since you moved to Korea and you were more than ready for a good time. Everything about Mark was making you aroused, especially the fact that he never seemed to notice you before.
Your fingers were still roaming your body in the raciest way. When they caressed your neck, you sensually smiled and you could swear you saw him licked his lips. Suddenly, he was gone.
What was I doing? Shit-shit-shit. You scanned the crowd, trying to locate his features in vain. You probably went too far, openly flirting and made him uncomfortable. Oops. But as embarrassing as it was… Nobody else saw that and he really wasn’t the type to tell anyone.
The loud banging of the music started to bother you and you decided to join everybody at the table. Before you could move, a hand slid on your waist and brought you closer to a stiff body. Goosebumps quickly spread all over your arms, like a rush of electricity. The alcohol made your head spin, but it could have been the excitation of feeling his breath down your neck. All around, people were grinding on each other under the colored lights. You danced against him for a few seconds, waving your hips to make him feel you
“I didn’t think you would come.” You said in your most sensual voice, trying to be heard by him over the music. His other hand caressed your bare back, sending a rush of adrenaline to your brain and you remembered where you were. “Wait, we shouldn’t. People could see you, Mark…”
“Let them.” Your heart jumped in your stomach and you suddenly felt like throwing up. It wasn’t the voice you expected, wanted to hear. It wasn’t his voice.
“What the fuck, Josh!” You screamed and tried to worm your way out of his embrace, but he held you tight against him. Ever since you met, he was trying to get in your pants in the most presumptuous and annoying ways.
“What’s wrong? You seemed to enjoy it seconds ago. I know you want it.” He half-yelled and laughed in your ear, sliding a disgusting hand down on your thigh. You searched around for help, but no stranger looked back your way.
“GET OFF!” Your own hesitation to elbow him made you angry at yourself. You were feeling bad about Josh being your senior at work and didn’t want to cause a scene.
Finally, he pulled back as suddenly as he appeared, his hands leaving your body at once. When you turned around to angrily chastise him, you froze. Mark Tuan was fisting his shirt, looking at him with mad eyes. Iseul and Youngjae were standing behind them with surprised expressions. It was clear he was the one that pulled Josh away and his disdain was very apparent.
“I think she asked you to get off.” He spoke in a very controlled tone and weirdly enough, you heard every single syllable despite the music. You knew Josh couldn’t do anything since Mark was from your label, but he turned around to face you.
“You thought I was him? Did you think he was t-” Josh stopped to talk. His eyes widened in pure shock. So much for not causing a scene, y/n. The rest of your beer was dripping from his face, slowly soaking his red shirt. A small crowd was now gathering to watch the drama unfold.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch me ever again.” You warned him before turning on your heels to make a run for the entrance. You saw Mark’s astonished face, but you needed fresh air and didn’t want to wait for Josh’s reaction.
As soon as your heels hit the pavement in front of the club, you felt better. Iseul followed a few seconds later with Youngjae and he draped your jacket on your shoulders. You held onto a streetlight and began to laugh. You were hysterical.
“Did you-you see his face?” Tears were running down your cheeks and Iseul shyly joined in, hiding her mouth with the back of her hand. “That-that fu-fucking jerk.” You continued to laugh for a minute and the singer just looked at you both in awe. Youngjae knew you were crazy, in an entertaining kind of way, but he never saw you like that.
“Can you stand alone?” He asked worried, trying to determine if you were drunk, had finally gone insane or a little bit of both.
“I’m go-gonna scrub every in-inch of my body. I can’t be-believe he touched me.” You stood up and wiped your eyes. “Oh, well. Now I’m in deep shit.” You sighed and turned to face Iseul.
“Good luck Monday.” She said with a shrug and an accomplice look. Before you knew why, you were both overwhelmed with crazy laughter again. You held your hurting ribs until you calmed down.
A throat sound caught your attention and for the first time you noticed Mark standing a few feet behind Youngjae. He had beer splattered on his t-shirt and was looking at you with a cold expression. He wasn’t finding it funny, not at all. You walked over in a wobbly way and pointed an accusing finger at him.
“Why did you do that when I could’ve handled him? What if there’s a scandal?!” His head was down and the streetlights were drawing dark shadows on his face. He didn’t say anything back, still staring at you with a severe expression. “What? Do you have a hero complex?! Didn’t you think we’d both be in trouble if people get any weird ideas?” You tried to nudge his shoulder to get a reaction, but he grabbed you.
“Why were you dancing with him anyway?” He accused, clenching his jaw.
Mark’s fingers on your wrist suddenly felt like a burn and you tried to get out of his firm grip. “That guy is a creep, what were you thinking?” His voice was clear and glacial and he didn’t release your hand.
“I-I thought it…” was you. “I-I think I’m gonna throw up.”