The sound of the alarm clock piercing my eardrums and the light of the sun shining through the clear glass of a new morning. It's the distraction I hate the most in life!
The young man's brows furrowed together in annoyance before he swept the blanket up over his body and hid his white face. He matched it with the pillow, hoping it would hide him from the distractions of the morning.
But...I completely forgot about another disturbance!
The sound of heavy footsteps Stopping next to the bed, "Get up now." Followed by a sentence that emphasizes a commanding tone. Even though it sounds faint But the result caused the white figure who was hiding in the blanket to sit up almost immediately. without waiting for the visitor to say the same sentence a second time
Mark Tuan is the distraction that Park Jin Young hates more than anything!!!
Title : [OS] Stop Stop it!
Author : Snoww
Paring: MarkNior-Got7
Rate: PG
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The sound of the alarm clock piercing my eardrums and the light of the sun shining through the clear glass of a new morning. It's the distraction I hate the most in life!
The young man's brows furrowed together in annoyance before he swept the blanket up over his body and hid his white face. He matched it with the pillow, hoping it would hide him from the distractions of the morning.
But...I completely forgot about another disturbance!
The sound of heavy footsteps Stopping next to the bed, "Get up now." Followed by a sentence that emphasizes a commanding tone. Even though it sounds faint But the result caused the white figure who was hiding in the blanket to sit up almost immediately. without waiting for the visitor to say the same sentence a second time
Mark Tuan is the distraction that Park Jin Young hates more than anything!!!
“Because I choose to eat like this, I often get sick.”
The critical sentence of the person sitting on the side stopped the hand of the person who was using a spoon to separate the food on the plate. His brows furrowed together from the frustration that was starting to build. “It smells strong,” Jinyoung answered without even bothering to look at the face of the person who brought up the issue of his eating. “And you have to eat this kind of thing in the morning.”
The garlic that had been sorted out on the plate was picked up by a fork and the person pursed their lips slightly. “Breath will smell like garlic all day. I won't take it with you.”
Curly lips twitched into a slight smile. Before the sharp face deliberately moved closer to the body of the person on the side, “So?” The question was whispered into the white figure's ear.
The warm breath that fell on the side of his cheek caused some of them to stop their movements as if they were paralyzed. Park Jinyoung's back automatically straightened as he felt Mark's face not retreat from his side. “Hmm! Yes.” The answer was said in a very low tone.
If your mouth is so free, you can eat it yourself.” Jinyoung could only squint his eyes at the reaction of the figure next to him. As he held out the pungent food in his hand to the person who kept asking questions.
“But I don't think that's true.” The question was still whispered next to White's ears before the thin figure's wrist was grabbed by a hot palm and pulled away from the obstacle course. So that his handsome face could move to be at Jinyoung's eye level instead.
A handsome face that was just a breath away with big eyes that stared at him without stopping. causing thin lips to press together out of nervousness Mark's mischievous eyes were another thing Jinyoung asked to add as another topic he hated. “It must be true.” The small of his back chose to lean against the back of his chair, hoping it would create more space. The distance between their two bodies
But I don't know when the other person's forearm was placed across it. causing Jinyoung's body to flinch lightly, “Yah! And why do you have to stare so close at my face?”
“That's not true, see?” Mark tilted his face slightly as he let out a soft laugh in his throat. Refuses to allow the gap between himself and Jinyoung to increase. “Then it has to be close because..”
Park Jinyoung secretly swallowed a bit of saliva in his throat. Slender eyes stared at the dazzling eyes of the person in front of him, startled. When the handsome face seemed to gradually gradually decreasing the distance It was as if he was deliberately bullying 'Stop', a word that some body wanted to shout at the person in front of him. But it only got stuck in his throat. “Y- Don't..”
“What have you two been playing with all morning?”
A gasp escaped his chest as the sound of the newcomer halted Mark's movements. But he couldn't help that handsome face from moving away from Jinyoung's eye level.
“We were discussing a bit about something,” Mark answered the third person's question without taking his eyes off Jinyoung's sweet face. “But some children seem to be stubborn. We don't believe each other easily.” The forearm that was resting on the back of the chair moved to rest on the shoulder of the thin figure in front of us instead. “So we are trying to prove whose answer is more correct.”
Mark's mischievous smile made Jinyoung try to suppress the frustration that was building up in him. As he buried his teeth into his full lips until they became red and bruised. After all, the young man in front of him seemed to be a creature that could annoy him endlessly. “Then where is your correct answer?”
And someone like Park Jin Young isn't someone who will give in easily to anyone either.
“The answer is..” Mark used his forearm to push the body of the person bound by his arms closer to him. “Park Jinyoung,” his deep voice whispered, the answer almost touching his thin lips. The distance between the two of them was only separated by a curtain of air.
The hot breath that poured down onto Jinyoung's smooth, white face caused Jinyoung's cheeks to become slightly red. Mark's mischievous eyes and teasing smile made the lump on his left breast throb. “Don't you think it's too close?” Ben avoided those twinkling eyes with a hot face.
“So close, do you feel anything?” The young man continued to shoot questions at the thin figure.
“N-No, I don't feel anything at all.” The question immediately caused Slender's eyes to flicker. “I don't feel it!” he shouted in response with a pout on his face as he gently pushed the other person's body. “No, no, no, I heard it clearly. Do you?”
His wavy lips twitched into a victorious smile. As he released the restraints of his arms and moved his body back to the same spot he had been before. “Then you shouldn't be picky about the food.” A long finger tapped on the thin figure's food plate. before raising his eyebrows teasingly Jinyoung still didn't understand the conclusion that he had lost himself.
“Stop teasing Jinyoung, Mark.” The figure who had been watching the war on the dining room table in the morning chose to interrupt after being silent and observing the situation for a while. “Besides, Jinyoung isn't usually picky about what he eats.” Im Jaebum stepped closer to the figure who just sat and frowned. While giving off an affectionate smile."
But it looks like you have an appointment today, right?” His hand rested on Jinyoung's round head and gently rubbed his shiny black hair. Just to bring a smile from the little person, "Important meeting."
Im Jaebum's touch was always gentle to Park Jin Young. And this time is no different. “Yes, I have an appointment today.” The thin body responded politely with a cute smile towards the tall older brother. “Important appointment.” The last sentence Jinyoung chose to turn his gaze challenging. Looking back at Mark
“This kid's tail is you,” Mark couldn't help but say in a sarcastic tone. While averting his eyes from the pleading expression Jinyoung showed Jaebum in frustration. “So..what appointment is that important?” before the question was dropped out of curiosity.
“Can't tell.” The answer was immediately countered, causing Mark to look back with fierce eyes. And that caused Jinyoung to quickly hide behind his tall older brother. “Jaebeom hyung, you're going to drop me off, right?” he shook his tall figure's arm to demand an answer.
“What time is it, Jinyoung? Um..if first..”
“I'll give you a ride myself,” volunteering that automatically caused the wide smile on Jinyoung's face to fall. “And if it's important right now you have only two options: thank me. Or will you say yes?” with a triumphant smile returning to the figure.
As soon as the black car came to a stop, the door on the driver's side was pushed open and a figure hurriedly stepped down.
“Yah! this! Jinyoung!” Mark shouted the name of the figure who was walking quickly.
Jinyoung stopped his steps before turning to look at the owner of the deep voice who was shouting his name. “I didn't ask you to send me. So don't demand a thank you from me.” The figure shook his shoulder gently. while raising his face slightly “Then it's anyone's way.” A white hand raised and waved at the other person indifferently.
“This kid!” The young man roared as the small of his back moved further and further away. “If the snow bites your hand, then I won't ignore you this time.” The white gloves that Jinyoung had left behind were picked up and thrown into the backseat by the owner of the car in annoyance.
The sound of the engine accelerating loudly and the sound of the tires pressing against the road stopped the slender legs that were walking and had to turn to look. “Drive that fast and you'll lose control and slide down the side of the road again.” Slender eyes looked at the back of the black car that was slowly moving. Lost in the cold curtain of winter that covers a wide area.
The low temperature cut against his skin, causing Jinyoung to shove his cold hands into his coat pockets. The pace picked up again, not as hastily as the first time. Before two feet brought the figure to a stop in the shop.
coffee shop
Jinyoung scanned his eyes for the important person of this meeting. His full lips spread into a wide smile when he found the person he was looking for. The young man swooped in and embraced the figure sitting on the chair from behind. “I miss you so much.” The pleading words that were spoken in a soft voice while hiding the blushing face and the warm back in front of me.
“I'm back,” a sweet voice shouted cheerfully as he pushed open the door and entered the dormitory. Before finding only darkness and silence that reflected his return. “We haven't gotten back yet?” Jinyoung muttered as he let out a small breath from his chest. When it was found that the members in the room were still busy with work, some were busy outside.
The extremely cold air and the room was so quiet that you could almost hear yourself breathing, causing Jinyoung to let out another big breath from his chest. The living room had only dim light from the streetlights that shone in, slowly drawing some bodies into it. Walking slowly When someone's charming smile and commanding tone enter your mind.
The deep voice he hated more than the morning alarm clock...the only sound that made him wake up.
That fierce face when giving orders about eating...the same person who always helped him eat food he didn't like.
That nervous, teasing smile...the smile he needed the most right now.
Jinyoung shook his head to get the image of someone's face out of his mind. He placed the paper bag in his hand on the table and sat down on the long sofa. But the figure that had just sat down was startled when a painful sound hissed through the darkness nearby.
“Oh!”
A familiar deep voice and a mysterious arm that hugged the waist caused some people to squirm in shock. "Who? Let go!" along with white hands that scratched down as hard as they could.
“Oh! Jinyoung hurts. It's me..oh!!!”
A familiar face emerged from the blanket that was covering him and helped stop the figure who was going on a rampage. “M-Mark..” Jinyoung called out to the person he was sitting on and removed his scratching hand from his forearm. wiry “What are you doing here?!”
The young man raised his body slightly and gave a question mark in his eyes. “I must be the one to ask you this sentence.” His strong arms were still connected to the waist of the person sitting on his lap. “I really don't see it. Or is there someone sleeping here?”
“Who sent you to sleep here?” Some people argued back, not admitting their guilt before shaking their faces to escape the round, focused eyes. The look in his eyes made Park Jin Young feel like he was floating around in a round world. without gravity
“Would it be fun to go on a date?” The question that had been lingering in the young man's mind all day was shot straight to the thin figure. Maybe it was the darkness that surrounded the room that made Mark dare to ask, hoping that Jinyoung wouldn't notice the nervous expression on his face as Roy waited for an answer. Or maybe it was because inside his strong chest there was a feeling of unease and constriction that made even a calm person like him start to feel like he didn't want to stay still.
“No…” Jinyoung stopped his sentence before turning to look at the face of the person who asked to assess the situation ahead when he thought that the other person was going to find trouble to annoy him like in the past. “Then why do you have to tell me?” The young man chose to go back first.
“Are you going to tell me or not?” the tall man said in a low voice.
"I just don't want to tell you." His slender eyebrows furrowed teasingly. "Do you understand the meaning of this word? I won't tell you."
“I asked.”
"I'm not telling you. Why th-"
“If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you.” His handsome face slid closer to his thin body with a threat. As the body piled on the strong lap began to struggle, Jinyoung couldn't bring himself to escape from the stronger man. “I will ask one last time. And if you don't tell the truth, you will face more than just that.”
"I'm not going on a date." Some people don't wait for the other person to say until the end of their sentence. Because Jinyoung knows that Mark sometimes chooses to take action rather than having to say something long. And this situation is the same. "Eomma.. Today I have a meeting with Eomma." The young man didn't know because he was frightened by the fierce stares. Or is he frightened by the strong body that presses so close to him every time?”
There are souvenirs in the bag and kimchi that Umma made herself...if Hyung doesn't believe it.”
The soft voice that almost disappeared at the end of the sentence caused a smile to appear at the corners of his lips. "I don't believe it," before Mark adjusted his expression to be calm as before.
Slender eyes widened slightly with annoyance. “Telling the truth, I don't believe it. Then why do you ask?” His small fist pounded on the other person's shoulder without realizing it.
“Hyung...that's a different word.” A strong hand grabbed the thin man's white wrist. “Call with sincerity. Or are you just calling me to please?” Jinyoung's pouting face made Mark unable to help but tease.
“Why are you doing this, hyung?” he asked in a soft voice. “Both like to tease. Likes to give orders.” The edges of his eyes were thin with thin curtains of tears. "Or because you hate me?"
“Don't say it yourself like that. Have I ever said a single word that I hate you?” the young man said in a calm voice. Even though the strong inside of her chest trembled with the tears that were falling on her slender eyes.
“Then why do you have to make such a fierce face almost every time?” he exploded with a question that was on his mind as a drop of clear water flowed down his cheek, “T and BamBam, with Youngjae or with Yugyeom. I don't see hyung.."
“Because I'm only interested in you.” His long fingers lifted up and spread the teardrops on his white cheeks with a gentle touch. “Because I only look at you. I'm only interested in Mr. Until in life, whatever I do and go wherever I go, there's only Jinyoung and Park Jinyoung floating around in my brain all the time." before stopping his sentence with dull eyes. “But the closer you get, The master retreated even further.
The more I try to stay in your sight, You always look the other way.”
The serious expression on his face and the words that flowed from his wavy lips made Jinyoung's body tremble even more. “What the hell, were you about to confess your love to say something like this?” before biting his lips. To block out the sobs that he couldn't easily stop.
“If it was a confession, you wouldn't accept it anyway, right?” His strong arms tightened around his trembling body.
His white face shook gently, "Teasing, threatening, making harsh noises, and even coming to confess."
His handsome face fell with a reality that he couldn't deny. "Sorry, I was spoiled." A strong arm dropped from the small figure's waist as a breath came out of his aching chest.
The warm touch that had been taken away made some people reach out their hands, hoping to grab it again. But the familiar sound of rap and the sound of footsteps stopping in front of the door took away the warmth that Jinyoung longed for. The door was unlocked and the light from the bulbs spread throughout the room. This caused the two figures sitting on the long sofa to automatically move to create space between them.
"Oh! Mark hyung, Jinyoung hyung, why are you sitting here in the dark like this?” The group's deputy maknae looked at the two brothers with questioning eyes before stepping closer to them. "Don't tell me.." BamBam made a scared face. While saying the next sentence, his voice was barely full. When the tip of Jinyoung's nose became noticeably red.”
Got scolded by Mark hyung again."
“I-It's not like that.” Jinyoung rejected the maknae's speculations with eyes that were still red. “My face is like this because I miss Eomma. Today I went to meet Eomma. And when I came back, I did it.”
“I'm the one who's crying,” a deep voice interrupted. "It hurts..to the point that I want to cry" before rising up and standing up to my full height.
Those words caused the deputy maknae to glance at the figure in front of him. before widening his eyes in alarm “Hyung, what happened to you?!” BamBam held up his older brother's forearm with a wry expression on his face. “What happened to him? Why does his arm have scratches everywhere like this, and there's blood, blood coming out? ” The young man instantly withdrew his body. “If there is blood, I will pass. Hyung, you healed the wound yourself.”
“That's you,” Mark snapped, locking his arms onto BamBam's neck. before dragging the maknae's second body and disappearing into the room Leaving the other body alone on the sofa.
“Who said that?” Jinyoung muttered behind the closed door.
“Nah hyung..” His white arms were locked by the maknae of the group while he rubbed his face pleadingly. “It's not like Mark hyung can't heal his wound. But Mark hyung just sits quietly. This face was so calm that it felt as if a vicious aura was spreading around the body.”
“So you chose to let me die in an explosion instead of you.” Jinyoung secretly sighed as he listened to BamBam's story. In fact, he almost wanted to jump in and see Mark's condition from the first sentence the maknae uttered.
“Hyung, aren't you the only one who Mark-hyung has never touched or even hit with his fingers?” The young man frowned angrily. “I get headbutted, jumped and kicked and hit my hands all the time,” shaking his head with a horrified expression. “Jinyoung hyung, that's the perfect fit. Because at most, Mark hyung just had a fierce face and a deep voice.”
A first aid box was stuffed into Bang's hand. “Please, I have to take things to Jackson at the studio so he can come back. But now I have to hurry.” BamBam patted his sweet-faced brother on the shoulder in gentle encouragement. “I believe hyung will survive!” He said a word of encouragement before sprinting towards the door of the room at the speed of light. Leave all the burdens to Park Jin Young alone.
Jinyoung hesitantly stopped his body in front of the room door. Before taking a deep breath into his lungs as he reached out his hand and knocked for permission from the room owner. “May I come in?” The silence that echoed back caused some figures to remain silent and wait for a long time before deciding to take the opportunity to open the door to the room. The dim light from the floor lamp in the corner of the room and the figure still sitting silently on the bed drew the boy towards him slowly.
The first aid box was placed on the nightstand next to the bed. “Can I take a look at the wound on my arm?” he said, breaking the silence in the atmosphere.
The young man held his arm for another as requested. “Will it be a scar?”
“Probably not.” A cotton swab soaked in alcohol was gently touched to wipe away the red water droplets that had soaked up. “My nails aren't sharp enough to scratch deep enough to cause some scars.” Jinyoung stole a glance at his handsome, smooth face. before lowering his eyes as he began to feel the heat nestling in his slender eyelids. “Does it hurt?”
Round eyes looked at the scratch marks on his forearm and he laughed softly to himself. “It doesn't even hurt as much as it hurts here.” Jinyoung's hand was grabbed by a thick palm and placed on the left side of his strong chest. “There's no wound, there's no blood. But why does it feel like I'm about to die?” This can make the heart beat that is about to stop beat again.
“But he's not dead yet.” Some hands gripped the other person's shirt until it was rumpled. before using his other hand to pound on the strong chest plate without any hesitation. “Because if this is all, my heart is faint and I want to die. Hyung probably missed the opportunity to hear from me.”
The fist that was still pounding down made Mark almost speechless, “W-Wait! What did you just say?” before deciding to hold the other person's body in his strong arms. A face that looked like it was about to die just now had a smile filling its cheeks.
“Are you really going to die again?” Some people emphasized the question with cheeks that were tinged with color. “And when did you say you wouldn't accept love?”
“And who shook their head in denial?” Mark recalled the previous story with a piqued expression. that few people have ever seen
“Both teasing, threatening, making harsh noises, and still coming to confess.” Some of them repeated the words they had spoken before to the young man again. “Hyung, do you know that you are an absolute dictator?” His slender eyes looked at his handsome face with a teasing smile. When I saw that the other person was waiting to hear his next sentence, I almost forgot to breathe.”
And then I fell in love with the dictator..”
The wavy lips that kissed the plump lips were quick, but some of them could feel the gentleness. A touch that made Jinyoung completely forget his next words. “Hyung, you can't do this!”
"I don't like to talk much."
“Hyung, where did you say that? I'm the one who's talking...ah!”
“Hello...Hello Jackson,” the deputy maknae whispered, calling out his name on the other end of the line as he cautiously stepped back from the door of the room. “The mission my brother gave me was a success. Oh my! No, I mean that it was accomplished by being happy and happy.” Before reporting the situation in the room to my beloved brother until it was completely clear.”
In conclusion, how many sets of clothes would you like me to give you? Because I think he will definitely have to sleep in the studio for many more days.”
END.
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