The Silent Treatment
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Mark (Got7) x Reader
~by Admin Bee
Warning: There’s like one swear word, if that bothers you
Word Count: 8,300
A/N: I guess this is my debut as an admin on this blog, so hello everyone, have fun reading this angst >:) This is one of the longer fanfictions we wrote, so leave us some feedback on whether you like the drabbles or the longer fics more, we’d love to hear from you! As always, thank you for reading and don’t forget to like and reblog!
Living above a bakery was the best and worst idea you’d ever had. Pros: Your apartment, including yourself, always smelled like fresh bread and sugary concoctions from the constant baking going on downstairs. With the windows open, you didn’t need air fresheners or perfume. Cons: The constant perfume of sugar was enticing enough to go down and buy something every day. Your constant gluttony of sweets starved your bank account, but the rice buns were completely worth it.
The owners of the bakery were a sweet elderly couple; the Tuan’s. They had opened the bakery as a young couple in love back in the 60’s, and shared their love with the community until it thrived into a popular tourist spot. Anyone visiting was recommended to stop into their store and buy a donut and chat with the owners over a cup of their famous coffee. You were surprised the apartment over their shop was available for rent, and at such a low cost too. As it turns out, the Tuan’s loved to support the younger people in their community, and bought the entire space above their shop for struggling young adults, like yourself. It wasn’t much bigger than a college dorm room, but you were still in love with the space.
You started out Friday like usual: you woke up to the smell of sweet pastries, took a shower, got dressed, and started preparing breakfast. You had just put the toast into the toaster when someone knocked at the door.
When you opened it, a boy who looked to be a little older than you was standing there, a bag from the bakery in his hand.