Group: GOT7

Member: Mark

Theme: Angsty Fluff//Cyberbullies

Length: short/drabble/novella/long/novel

Sitting at home on Thursday evening, you sipped on your cup of tea, then returned to finishing your work. You’ve been working for nearly three hours straight without too much distraction. It was a busy night for you since you smartly saved all your work until the last minute. I really thought this one through.

After you finished typing the last sentence of a paragraph, you relaxed in your chair and felt all the tension in your shoulders. You decided that you should probably take a break, so you got up and stretched before going into the kitchen to make yourself dinner.

While you were letting the stove warm the pot up, you walked back to your work area to fetch your phone. You unlocked it and went straight to tumblr. The first thing that appeared on your dash was a HD picture of your boyfriend, Mark, in action. You smiled as you liked and reblogged the picture, tagging it #theoneandonly and #daboyfriend.

Of course, you and Mark weren’t a public couple as yet. You both still had some fears about his fans, and how they would take the news that Mark Tuan has a girlfriend. Sometimes it was sad that he couldn’t introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone, but you understood the situation.

You exited the tumblr app, since you’ve pretty much seen everything there was to see, and opened instagram. For some odd reason, over one thousand people mentioned you in comments, and one person had tagged you in a picture. You had a gut feeling that this couldn’t be too good. You tapped on the chat bubble with a heart icon in it, and scrolled down to the way bottom to see who tagged you.

mark_tuan took a photo of you.

You tapped on the photo to see that Mark tagged you in a group photo with the rest of GOT7 and a few of your friends. It was from a while ago when you went a party at Mark’s house in LA. Mark had one arm around you and another around Junior. The caption read: Great times with great people. #tbt

You scrolled down to see some of the comments, and made the mistake of reading even more comments. The comments contained a lot of who is the girl next to mark? and the replies of i think she’s his girlfriend. Your curiosity got the best of you as you searched for what people thought. Bad choice.

she looks really ugly

y/n doesnt look good with him

theres no way theyre a couple, he’s too good!

It almost seemed as if there were endless comments of that type, and no good ones. You felt insecure, unworthy, and unloved. A tear fell from your left eye, and another from your right followed. You were about to call Mark, but as you went to the phone app to dial his number, you smelled gas.

When you remembered that you had a pot on the oven, you quickly wiped your tears and returned to your dinner. However, while making dinner, a single thought lingered in your mind: What if they’re right?

The next day, you woke up groggily. You weren’t able to sleep well the night before. Despite that, you still got up and carried on with whatever strength you had left. You went on about your day fine..until it was near finished.

As you arrived home, your phone buzzed once, so you checked it and saw a blue icon with a white bird. Someone mentioned you on twitter saying keep your hands off mark, or else…

You put the phone down only for it to buzz again. You left it alone, knowing that it would just be another one of those comments. Then it vibrated again, and twice more after that. You were so irritated by the sound that you just wanted to take the battery out.

Instead, you turned your phone off. Looking around, as if anyone would jump you, you put the phone down slowly, and went to change into some more comfortable clothes. You were going to head to Mark’s dorm that night, since you two had planned a movie night. After you got ready, you headed towards the dorm.

When you got there, you knocked on the door lightly. Greeted with by warm smile, Mark pulled you into a hug.

“I’ve missed you,” he said in your ear.

“I missed you too,” you replied tightly. Mark heard the off-set tone in your voice and pulled back from the hug.

“What’s wrong? Wait, come in first,” he insisted as he pulled you inside.

After he sat down with you on the couch, he re-asked the question, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing really, I feel like I’m being overly sensitive about something I shouldn’t be…” you mumbled.

“Well it has to be something if it’s bothering you…y/n, tell meeeeee,” he prodded. He pouted at you, which made it impossible for you to reject him.

“You know that picture that you posted yesterday?” he nodded, “Well…” unable to continue, you stopped there. How could I tell him that his fans were harassing me?

“What…what about the picture?” You didn’t answer.

“It’s nothing, let’s just forget about it and watch the movie,” you suggested.

“Fine, if you really insist on it,” he said, pulling out his phone, “I’ll just find out myself,”

“Mark, really there’s no need to-” you pleaded. However, Mark didn’t listen to your request and went on to Instagram. He checked the photo, and noticed there was nothing wrong with it. What could it be…? He scrolled down and then he realized. He read comments upon comments with insults thrown at you from his followers. When he looked back up at you, he saw that you had given up, tears falling slowly down your cheeks.

“Hey,” he consoled, reaching for your hand, “is this what got you upset?” You nodded slowly.

“All these things aren’t true, you know that. You’re beautiful and perfect for me. They’re not Mark Tuan, so I’d know. And I think we make a super cute couple,” you smiled through your tears.

“Also, I love you, which you should know. So please don’t be upset over things like these, I know it’s hard, but I’ll be right here for you.”

You mouthed okay back to him and he pulled you into a tight hug.