Who I Was. (A Got7 Fanfic) Pt.3
I had gotten out of the shower, and dried myself off with a towel. I had forgotten to take my clothes in, and only had the towel wrapped around my body. I quickly made my way to Jackson’s room, hearing the tv on in the living room, as I passed. I figured it was Jackson and Harper, since everyone else had gone to bed.
“Hey, Jackson, I’m gonna borrow some more clothes.” I said, loud enough for them to hear. I walked into the bedroom, and practically screamed when I saw Mark sitting on the bed. I’m sure his face reflected mine, we were both in shock.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here, sorry!” I said, trying to leave the room, but forgetting the door was closed, making me run into it. My towel slipped down a bit, and I almost lost hold of it. “God dammit.” I said, slightly freaking out.
Mark laughed, and covered his eyes in a joking manner. “It’s not a big deal.” He said, standing up, and walking to the door, handing me a shirt from Jackson’s closet. “Sora kicked me out of the room, and Jackson and Harper are on the couch, so I came in here…” He trailed off, looking at the ground, but quickly looked back up, since down was me in a towel. “Um, I’m just gonna let you get changed.” He said, his face turning red.
I got changed quickly, and made my way to the living room where everyone else was.
“Look, just apologize to her.” Jackson said, facing Mark. I sat on the chair beside the couch, trying not to draw too much attention to myself.
“Why? It’s not really my fault. It was a dare. Plus, she made out with someone else too, so we’re even.” Mark shrugged, leaning back in his seat.
“Just go do it. Be the bigger man here. She’s your girlfriend dude.” Jackson said.
Mark let out a sigh, and stood up. “Fine.” He said, making his way to his room.
I hate to say it, but Jackson is right. I need to apologize and be the bigger man in this situation.
I walked into my shared room with Sora, and saw her laying in the bed, back facing me.
“Hey, are you asleep?” I ask, softly. She rolled over to face me, but didn’t look at me.
I walked over to the bed, and sat down beside her, I tried to rub her back to comfort her, but he pulled away from my touch.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said, sighing. “It was just a dare… I didn’t think you’d get so upset…” I say apologetically. Sora fully turned to face me, and sat up.
“Well, I did.” She said, anger evident in her voice.
“I won’t do it again.” I said, trying desperately to get her to forgive me.
“Were you planning to?” She asked, giving me a look.
“No! You don’t need to be jealous. (Y/N)’s cool and all, but I’m dating you. I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon.” I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, making her smile.
“You better not.” She said.
I smile, and kissed her cheek. “I won’t, I promise.” I say. “Can I sleep in here now?” I asked, hopeful, putting on my best pouty face.
“Of course you can.” She laughed, pressing a short kiss on my lips.
I left early in the morning, to go open the dance studio. It would’ve been a peaceful day, until Jackson texted me as soon as I sat down at home, telling me to come over. I sigh, and push myself off the couch, knowing that if I would’ve ignored him or said no, he’d just pester me the rest of the day. It seems like I won’t have a day to myself anymore.
I knocked on the door to the boys’ dorm, and the door opened, revealing a very blonde Mark.
“Oh! Hey, I thought Jackson would open the door.” I said, not being able to take my eyes off his hair. “Your hair… It’s so… Blonde.” I said, trying to stay nonchalant.
“Yeah, do you like it?” Mark asks, smiling.
“Um, well…” I say, trailing off.
“Dammit, Sora said it looked good.” Mark said, sighing, and pulling out his phone. “I’ll call my stylist.”
“Don’t call your stylist! Are they the ones that did this to you?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.
“I’m afraid so.” He says, putting his phone to his ear. I quickly took the phone away from him, and hung it up.
“I’ll do your hair.” I say, handing the phone back to him.
“You? No offense, but do you even know how to do hair?” He asked, a bit skeptical.
“Do you think dancing alone pays the bills? I studied cosmetology in college, and I worked as a hairdresser back home.” I said, already taking him to the bathroom. I looked through the drawers, and found the stash of hair dye. “Wow… How much hair dye do you need?” I asked, looking at all the options.
“We dye our hair a lot…” Mark said, crouching down beside me, and looking as well.
“I see that.” I say, picking up a bottle. “How about red?” I asked, holding up the bottle so he could see.
“Already did red.” He said, shaking his head.
We looked for another three minutes, until we finally decided on dirty blonde. That way, he’d still be blonde, just not that bleach blonde he was trying to pull.
“Now we wait.” I say, after putting the dye in his hair.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Mark! Get in here!” Jackson yelled from the livingroom.
“What’s up?” I asked, making my way to where we were being called.
“We have an announcement to make!” He said, with a big smile on his face.
“You proposed to Harper? Isn’t it a little early? I mean, I’m happy for you but-”
Jackson cut me off, giving me a weird look. “Where’d you get that idea from?” He asked, shaking his head. “You know what, nevermind. The real announcement! Is!” Jackson stalled.
“Just tell us.” Sora laughed.
“Got7 is officially going on another US tour! And the best part is, you girls get to come with us!” He announced. “(Y/N), I know what you’re thinking. ‘But I have to run the studio.’” He mimicked my voice.
“I do not talk like that.”
“Well, lucky you! We aren’t going until a few months from now, so you have plenty of time to figure that out.” He said, excitedly.
“This is huge!” Sora said, hugging Mark.
“I’m proud of you guys. Another US tour is amazing!” Harper said, smiling.
“Who’s going to run my studio?” I asked, trying not to be the downer of the group.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure JYP won’t mind us borrowing a choreographer for a few weeks.” Jackson said, giving me a side hug.
“Also, what about Twice? Our comeback is in a few months, and the promotions will be here in Korea.” Sora said, suddenly upset.
“Maybe it’ll work out, and you’ll be able to come.” Harper says, reassuringly.
I looked over at Mark, and remembered he had hair dye in his hair, and almost freaked out. “We need to wash this out of your hair before your hair turns orange.” I say, tugging him to the bathroom.
I could feel Sora’s eyes on me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I shook it off, however, and washed Mark’s hair in the sink, blow drying it after. I presented him to everyone else, after I approved of the color.
“Ta-da! Aren’t I amazing?” I said, admiring his new hair.
“It certainly looks much better.” Harper said, clapping for me.
“Much.” Jackson agreed.
“Wow, thanks guys.” Mark said, sarcastically.
I looked at the time on my phone, and sighed. “Well, it’s been fun, but I have to get home.” I say.
“What? But we haven’t got to hang out!” Jackson whined, putting on a pouty face.
“I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. I have to wake up really early, so I can’t stay up too late tonight.” I say, starting to leave.
“Thanks for helping with my hair.” Mark waved.
I waved back, and left the dorm, making my way to my apartment.
~~ Time skip a few days later~~
Harper and I were out on a date. I was trying to enjoy my time with her, but I had something on my mind, that I had to bring up to her.
“Have you heard from (Y/N) since the other night?” I asked, a little concerned. She said she’d be back the next day, but she never showed. She didn’t even answer her phone.
“No, I haven’t.” She said, taking a bite of her food.
“I’ve been texting her, and calling her, but she hasn’t been answering. I bet she’s at that damn studio.” I say, a little annoyed. All she ever talks about anymore is that studio. I’m happy that she finally saved up enough to start a dance company, but still.
“Maybe you should go check on her?” Harper suggests.
“Well, we’re on a date, so I’m going to stay with you… Maybe I can just get Mark to go check on her.” I say. I was a little hesitant to send Mark, since Sora doesn’t really like him being with (Y/N) on his own, but who else will do it? Sora and her aren’t really friends, and the rest of the boys can’t speak English, so it’ll be awkward…
I shrug it off, and text Mark, sending him the address to the studio. Once he texted me, saying he was on it, I let out a sigh of relief, and went back to my date with Harper.
~~ Mark’s P.O.V~~
“Knock knock.” I knocked on the door to the room (Y/N) was in. I looked around, and saw that no one else was here. I didn’t hear an answer, so I just opened the door and let myself in. “Hey, I brought food. Jackson’s been trying to get a hold of you.” I say, upon seeing her sitting on the ground. I sat the bag of food down, and crouched beside her.
“Hm? Oh, my phone must’ve died.” She said, a little out of it.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking around the room. “Have you been sleeping here?”
“I’m fine… I haven’t really slept though.” She says, tiredly. “There’s so much I have to work on, I haven’t had time to sleep for the past couple of days.” She didn’t sound well at all.
“A couple of days?” I said, surprised.
“Yeah. I need to get back to work.” She tried to stand, but almost fell over. I caught her, and held her up so I wouldn’t.
“You need rest. C’mon, I’ll take you home.” I said, helping her to her feet.
“No, no. It’s okay.” She said, trying to walk on her own.
“It’s obviously not okay. You need to sleep.” I protested.
“Can we go somewhere else then? Not my apartment.” She asked, looking up at me.
“Like where?” I asked.
We walked to a park, I carried me on my back most of the way there, and she held the bag of food I brought.
I sat her down in a grassy area, and began taking out the food. We ate, and talked about random things, getting to know each other. After a while, I noticed she started drifting off to sleep landing on my shoulder. I could tell she tried to stop herself, but failed. I let her sleep for a bit, as I packed up the lunch as well as I could without waking her. I got her on my back, and carry her back to the dorms.
“Thanks for letting me know you found her!” Jackson yelled, sarcastically as we walked into the dorm, (Y/N) still on my back.
“Can you not yell? You’ll wake her up.” I said, putting her down on the couch. “She hasn’t slept in a few days.” I explained.
“Jesus, she takes this studio thing way too seriously.” Jackson complained, shaking his head. He put a cover over her, and stood back, watching as she slept.
“Well, it is something she really enjoys doing. It’s important to her.” I say, sighing.
“It sounds like you’re in love with her or something.” Jackson laughs.
I hit him on the arm, and give him a look. “I do not.. Let’s let her sleep.”