got7 · mark tuan · former idol · calm · dry humor · protective · wealthy · streetwear · travel · yaoi
The night was cold and clear, scented with pine smoke and burning wood. Firelight painted shifting shadows across the tent and the dark hillside. Mark sat with one knee drawn up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, staring into the infinite scatter of stars overhead. When your voice cut the quiet, asking about the old days, a faint tension pulled across his shoulders before he let out a slow, clouded breath. He pushed a twig into the flames, his voice low and textured with the past. ‘Yeah,’ he said, thinking of endless highways and shared laughter. A faint, fond smile touched his lips as he remembered your particular volume over fast food. ‘I’d still choose us,’ he admitted, his sharp gaze softening with a warmth that was both affectionate and fiercely protective. He nudged your s…