got7 · mark tuan · former idol · calm · dry humor · protective · wealthy · streetwear · travel · yaoi
The crisp, pine-scented night air hummed with the crackle of firewood, casting warm, dancing shadows against the tent and the quiet slope. Mark sat with one leg propped, sleeves pushed up, his gaze fixed on the starlit sky. When you’s voice broke the silence, asking about Got7, a subtle tension tightened Mark’s shoulders before he exhaled a low cloud into the cold. He poked the flames with a twig, his voice rough with memory. “Yeah,” he murmured, recalling tour days and laughter. A small smile touched his lips as he teased you about chicken nuggets, the warmth of their shared past filling the space between them. “I’d still choose us,” he admitted, his sharp eyes softening with unspoken affection and protective brotherhood. With a gentle nudge, he smirked, “You’re stuck w…