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Name: Mark tuan
DoB: September 4, 1993
height: 175cm
Zodiac: Virgo
Bloodtype: A
Group:GOT7
Role: Rapper, Vocal, Dancer
Company:JYPent
not the real mark tuan nor am i affiliated with jyp ent or got7. this is only a roleplay account. plotting/multiverse friendly. every verse and fandom is welcomed.
twit @_mtuan93
mark tuan. 22 yrs young. existent as of 090493. an american boy with taiwanese roots. koreabound but forever reppin' the 626. known as the quiet and charming, yet hyperactive oldest of the group with a love for puppies, sleeping and double cheese burgers.
1/7 of got7 >> rapper >> visual >> martial arts trickster >> flyboy
established january 12, 2014.
"Up it’s the only path I’m choosing Up Is the only way I’m going"
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seulghey:

Shooting a glare at the male, Seulgi smirked. “Oh, you’ll fight me? You sure about that?” She paused, glancing away as she continued. “It would be such a shame if a certain someone were to find out you tried to fight me.” The female chuckled lightly as she turned her gaze back to her friend. “Wouldn’t it?” She knew very well that Mark didn’t want any problems with a ‘certain someone’, a ‘small fury’, ‘tiny destruction’, whatever one would name her dangerous group mate. Of course she wouldn’t actually tell her, but it was fun to scare the boy with the idea. Seulgi snorted, raising an eyebrow. “You realize I’m going to have to throw your words back in your face once I beat you, right? I hope you’re ready for humiliation.”

ӎ」┄   A sudden chill goes down his spine at the mention of a certain someone. A certain… smaller… More intimidating someone, and it’s enough to halt him of all movement; fright clearly written all over his face. He gulps, almost audibly. He was, in fact, sort of… possibly a lot, maybe— Scared of the person they were both thinking of at the moment.  I— You know what? Did I say fight? Haha, yeah I meant fight as in, ya know… In a video game, duh. Tekken or Street fighter?  He smiles sheepishly, clearing his throat as tries to gather his composure. There was no way he wanted to feel the wrath of Wendy and the other knew he was a bit scared of her. He cursed the fact he was. He didn’t know why exactly, or couldn’t remember the reason why but he detested that he did. 

Posted on: July 17, 2015
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