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.
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
HA. An angry hiss escapes between
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!?
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.
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
help but blush, remembering that time you went clubbing together and your
thoughts instantly fly back in Mark Tuan’s direction.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
He was the one that seemed captivated tonight and you wondered what it would take for him to join you.
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
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.
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.
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
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…”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
stand alone?” He asked worried, trying to determine if you were drunk, had
finally gone insane or a little bit of both.
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
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
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.
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 dancing with him anyway?” He accused, clenching his jaw.
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.
thought it…” was you. “I-I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Summary: the blanket was shared, his voice, warmth and aroma fleeting all around her. Their eyes stared at the movie in front of them, but all they could see was each other, lost in a sea of emotions they couldn’t put a name on, herself lost in his licking flames and him, lost in the night sky of her
eyes, sinking until he couldn’t breathe.
Word count: 25.299 /faints, I’m breaking records wtf
Author’s note: Ok so I am here again with a SUPER LIGHTHEARTED FIC FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT because I enjoye Kacchako so much? And uh, I write long stuff, IT’S MY JAM NOW!
It’s a bit messy too? BUT EVERYONE LIKES MESSY STUFF AM I RIGHT? :D /silently hopes you do Bear with me, because I love this fandom and it’s not gonna be the last of me! I WILL
So I have to give credit to @ everyone who has sent me any ask, any reblog, any new follower, any like, anything. Anybody who reads this mess is fucking credited because I LOVE THIS FANDOM?? So ou guys know who you are, fam. I made the wise decision to upload at FF.net first for those souls who can’t read this here. Also, don’t expect the same quality from the other fic. That’s impossible to beat, fam. And it’s not that good /derp
I don’t like this. It was so hard to write and I STRUGGLED SO MUCH YOU GUYS WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES