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yongislong · 1 year

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red light therapy.

genre: mark x gn reader!, fluff, suggestive towards the end, just cute bf markie

note: my first mark fic YUUP ty anon! prett short tbh but i loved writing this, listen to wish you'd ask me by matt maltese when reading! it sets da mood hehe, use of the word princess for a joke but its pretty much gn. not proofread

it'd been a night hanging out with a group of friends at a nearby pub and you and mark were both beat as the two of you stumbled your way towards his navy jeep. none of you had drunk, to be honest jisung had had enough beers for the entire group combined, yet there was something in the air that swayed you both alongside the empty cobble stone street.

mark exhales, fog releasing from his lips from the chilly weather. his arm is thrown over you as you intertwine your hand with his that hung from your right shoulder. you can't help but look up at him, lips pursed as he searched the street for where he last parked his car.

he is so, so pretty. its not fair really. you tell him all the time how much it scares you how pretty he can be while doing nothing. even when he wakes up or is sick. he always laughs it off as says you're the pretty one in this relationship, going on and on about how lucky he is. it always leads to him listing things he loves about you. he always praises you and genuinely looks up to you. always.

he catches you looking at him and you turn away just as quick. he smirks and uses the hand you hold against your shoulders to stick his pointer finger out and poke your right cheek.

"cute," he mumbles.

your cheeks are not just red from the wind anymore.

finally reaching his car, he runs over to open the door for you before you can even reach for the handle. he helps you into the car while he tries to stifle giggles and keep his very serious prince-like act up. you pinch his cheek as a thank you before he closes the door and jogs over to his side. he was clad in vintage cahartt, minus his pink high top converse.

he has a funny look in his eye as he opens up his music app, shuffling his "passenger princess" playlist, again stifling another laugh as you shoot a questioning look towards the drivers seat.

both of your guys' cheeks are still flushed and cold to the touch as he blasts the heater and pulls out of the parking lot to start the journey back to you dorm building.

he hated dropping you off after hanging out. yeah you would stay over his place sometimes but johnny and yuta never really gave you much privacy...

to compensate for this he'd learned the longest route to your place. trying to milk as much time as he could with you while he had you, that is until you moved in together.

he kept a steady hand on your thigh as he drove through the backwoods of your small town. rubbing circles with his thumb to the rhythm of the songs that came on shuffle.

you felt the car slow and eventually come to a stop, never really averting your eyes from the view the late night sky provided outside your window. until you felt a firm squeeze on the flesh of your thigh mark had been gripping.

turning over to him, he's already looking at you. bright-eyed, face clearly swimming with thoughts.

time froze.

one of his hands left the wheel to cup the side of your face. you lean into his touch like a cat and he coos, sucking in a break as you open your eyes back up to look at him through your lashes. he lets his gaze lazily flicker over your features, landing on your lips. the red light caught your face so, so well. it drove him crazy, it was so easy to see.

"god..." he whispers, he didn't even really mean to.

you cutely scrunching up your nose was the only indication he needed to lean in and land his lips on yours.

he sucks on your bottom lip and you let out a whimper. he feels you melt into his palm and he doesn't think he would rather be anywhere else in the world but here right now.

nipping and sucking at your lips, he savors this moment, until the light reflecting off the side of your face changes to green. he moans lowly when he feels you pull on his wrist.

slightly letting his teeth catch your bottom lip as he seperates, he feels as though he's committing a sin when he pulls away and sees you dumbly chasing his lips with your eyes still closed, a pout taking over your pink and bruised lips when you flutter your eyes open and see his adoring expression.

he continues rubbing his thumb over the expanse of your cheekbone as you keep your hand wrapped around his wrist.

he quickly pecks your lips once, then twice, and another two times for good measure. he feels teeth clashing more every kiss as both of your smiles widen.

jolting, a light honk pulls you of your daydream. breaking out into blushing giggles, he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, pressing the gas to resume the route. snaking his hand back to rest on your inner thigh, you cant help but hide your face in your palms as you continue to laugh loudly.

he remembered this even after dropping you off. sitting in the driveway smiling like an idiot. he vows to do this again.

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hyuckwrlds · 1 year

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>> coming closer

wc: 523 what is left to say?

“would it be weird if i said you look good tonight?”

you blink.

once then twice, until the question finally registers and you’re turning back to mark with a blank stare on your face. about four and a half seconds pass before you can think of an answer—a near two seconds longer than usual when it comes to him and his abrupt questions.

“no,” you eventually say. yet all you can really think to yourself is what? why would it be weird in the first place?

so you tack on for good measure, shrugging. “i guess it depends on how you say it.”

mark nods, seemingly thinking about what you said. his blonde hair bounces slightly beneath the dim light of his hallway and you wonder if it’s as fluffy as it looks. he meets your gaze.

“you look good tonight.”

you freeze. his gaze had softened when he said it, smiling into the words with a small crinkle at the corners of his eyes. it makes your stomach flutter with something you’re not entirely sure of and it starts to dawn on you that you’ve never quite heard him compliment you with such weight before. you blink again, feeling your face begin to burn with each second he spends looking at you.

“right,” you begin with a flicker of your eyes somewhere off to the side. “um, so—”

“thank you mark,” he teases and you just know he’s very much amused by your sudden change in demeanor. he tucks his hands into the pockets of his ironed slacks. you swallow, trying to will away whatever warmth he’s managed to bring to your chest.

“thanks,” you parrot, far too sheepishly for your liking. you gesture to his own outfit. “you do too.”

he laughs.

taking his hands out from his pockets he casually wraps an arm around your shoulder, tucking your head beneath his chin for a brief hug. he smells like his cologne mixed with pine and detergent and it manages to soothe you a little. you start to wonder if he can feel the way your pulse has quickened beneath your skin, or if your friends have begun to wonder why the two of you are running so late now.

“i know,” mark pulls away with a grin and reaches behind you to open up the door of his apartment. “lets go?”

you nod, following behind him as the two of you walk out quietly. your eyes eventually settle on the back of his frame, watching as he strolls down the hall towards the elevator. yet you can’t help but feel like the air is different now; as if you’re toeing the line of your friendship after all these years. the realization comes to you slowly.

once you reach the elevators, you’re sure mark has noticed the concentrated look of deliberation on your face because he gives you another smile and you can’t help but think that the feeling fluttering deep in your chest is nice. the way he looks at you feels nice.

you look back up at him and something in your heart swells.

yeah, he’s pretty nice too.

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donkey-hyuck · 9 months

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HBD :: lmk

“how could my day be bad when i’m with you? you’re the only one who gives me love.”

“so how can my day be bad? it’s a day for you.”

currently playing: bad - wave to earth

idol!mark x gn!reader

TW: food (cake) | profanity | unlucky reader (?)

a/n - happy mark day i’m so soft for him🥹

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to put in in honest words— this august second was one of the worst days of your life. everything at your job had gone wrong and you could feel every crevice that was filled with sweat as you ran around the office trying to make amends. it also didn’t help that it was mark lee’s birthday. of course, you’d much rather make amends on mark’s special day but he wasn’t going to be home until later.

you had actually been arranging such plans a week or so ago when they came back from tour. you know they are still really busy with promoting ‘istj’ but that didn’t stop you from practically begging on your knees in front of their manager. you just wanted this special day to celebrate your special boy.

the plan was to hold him back for two hours as the rest of the dreamies got to leave and pick up some catering, decorations, and the cake you had called for prior. this day was going to be perfect, you gaslit yourself as you found yourself stuck at the desk of your corporate job.

the minute you stepped off work grounds, you immediately texted jaemin and asked if they were on their way to pick up the things as you drove home as quick as you could to clean your shared apartment. the timing though was very unfortunate.

when you got home, you were met with an absolute mess. your cat had seemingly known that you were having a bad day and messed with almost everything in your apartment.

there were broken glasses in the kitchen from cups you had set out to dry before you stored them away, the vase that was sitting on the entryway of your home was now knocked down on the floor, your makeup was scattered and broken everywhere in your bedroom and bathroom, the pillows and blanket sitting on your couch had been slightly torn up, and your cat had decided at every moment to not use his litter box. this day was not getting any better and you definitely felt like crying. why does this have to happen on mark’s special day? you just wanted to do something nice for him to relax a little. but now it was all ruined.

you picked up every fiber of glass in the entryway and kitchen first, making sure no tiny piece was left behind. then you folded the blankets and pillows and placed them in the cupboard in your living room to hide them from your friends. next, you cleaned up the makeup that had found it’s way to the floor and stained the white floors of your bedroom and bathroom. curse these new and modern apartment buildings. and lastly, as you cleaned your cats droppings off the floor, you couldn’t help but to just cry. everything was a mess and you had already been cleaning your house for almost two hours.

and before you had the chance to finally be done cleaning the cat poop off the floor, the doorbell rung indicating the dreamies’ arrival. oh god, you thought.

as you opened the door, the six boys were met with the smell of febreeze and clorox wipes. of course, the had commented about it as well, “why does it smell so clean in here? and not in a good way,” said chenle, placing the snacks on the counter.

before anyone else had the chance to say something, you broke down crying again. you took the gloves off your hand and grabbed a few tissues before wiping away your tears. this made the boys worry about you as they made their ways closer to your body.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” asked jaemin.

you told them the whole shabang and they felt sorry that you had to deal with everything all alone. so instead of you worrying about everything being perfect, the boys made you go to the bathroom to freshen up as they finished cleaning your apartment and set up the food, plates, and decorations for mark’s big surprise.

you honestly didn’t trust their cleaning skills but they ushered you to get in the shower to help you relax a bit. but there was still a bit of anxiety in you even after you got out.

“there’s just one problem, y/n,” said jisung, scratching the back of his neck. “they kinda spelled mark’s name wrong. they put m-o-r-k.” he emphasized the ‘o.’

you let out a frustrated sigh and wiped your face with your hand. you wanted this day to be over already. you could spend it with mark on another day, right?

“it’s fine, jisung. clearly people don’t know how to do their jobs correctly and listen,” you sighed, “but it’s the least of my worries right now. i just want the rest of the night to go by peacefully and happily.”

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when their manager let the boys leave the studio early (except mark) he was confused and frustrated all at once. it was his birthday. how could his manager do that to him? but he was obedient and went to the meeting. which was pointless, by the way. mark knew it, but he didn’t know it was to just pass the time as his lover and his friends got together to surprise him for his big day.

he’s turning twenty-four. it still shocks him to think that.

when he finally got to go home, he texted you that he was on his way back and just wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. when he reached his home, he noticed the light in the apartment were off except for maybe the tv or some blue l.e.d. lights and thought nothing of it.

but when he hung his keys on the key holder in the entryway, and took off his shoes, he noticed some of his members shoes messily placed on the ground.

when he entered through the door the first thing he says is, “babe? are the boys here?”

the only answer he got was “surprise” by yourself and the boys in question.

you could see his eyes light up as your friends popped out from their hiding spots with glow sticks in hand and confetti poppers now on the floor.

the smile on his face is one you’d remember forever. he’s looking at the people he loved the most and spending his birthday with the people he loved the most. the boys were all blocking you from him as mark pushed pass them to finally lock his eyes on you.

“happy birthday.” your response from him was a hug. the tightest hug he could have possibly ever given to you. he hides his face in your neck and whispers millions of “thank you’s” and “i love you’s.”

——

the party is spent well. and you almost forget about the first half of the day where everything and everyone was getting on your last nerve. that was until he whisked you away from the main party and locked you in the bathroom with him and he asked how your day was.

“honestly, it was absolutely fucking terrible. nothing was going according to plan. my work fucked me up, the car fucked me up, even the cake is fucked up. but i’m better now. thanks to you. and the boys. they all came to my savior when i was on my last straw…. i couldn’t wait to see you,” you mumbled in his chest as he swayed you back and forth.

“it’s better now, though. now that i’m with you,” you lifted your head as he boyishly giggles and kisses you like his life depended on it.

“what about you? you haven’t told me yet,” you smiled, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“mine is better too, now. when they left earlier i was so pissed you have absolutely no idea. and they made me sit through a meeting alone. for two hours,” he whined and scrunched his eyes just thinking about it.

“but you’re here with me and i’m ending my birthday with the best people in my life.” he held you against his chest once more, swaying you again.

“yeah… my day can’t be bad anymore, it’s a day for you. happy birthday my love.” you leaned up and placed the gentlest kiss against his jaw and rested your head on his chest again.

this was perfect.

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sleeping-sirens · 1 year

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hey nimi, i hope you’re well! i really loved the drabble you did “morning with haechan” and i was wondering if you could write a scenario with mark maybe teaching f reader how to speak korean + every time she gets it correct, he’ll reward her with a kiss or smth (i like to think mark would actually be really affectionate to his partner) 🥹 thank you <3 this was inspired by mark helping jaemin speak english, it was such a sweet scene, here’s the link: https://twitter.com/markclty/status/1640862192810569728?s=46&t=Tq9aSdZbZ4voR3kbqgerrw

가르쳐 줘 (teach me) 𖤐 lee mark

pairing : idol mark x f reader.

genre : lots of fluffffffff, domestic, established relationship.

summary : what the request said, and i also was inspired by his moment with jungwoo in their relay cam where each had to come up with a word that starts with what the previous word that’s been said ended with (idk if i explained that right but you can watch it here if you still haven’t 🥹).

word count : 2810 words.

warnings : mark whispering that’s my girl this is a huge warning😵‍💫 and maybe suggestive towards the end? other than that everything is just so cute and wholesome 😭🥹🫶🏼

a/n : hey anon! i hope you enjoyed this! sorry it took too long i was just trying to organize my thoughts as my brain is just rotting with heachan 😵‍💫 but i wanted to prioritize your request before i can proceed with writing my haechan thoughts down haha 😋 also i wanted to thank you for reading and enjoying my morning with haechan drabble that’s so sweet from you!!🫶🏼🥹 and i would be EXTREMELY happy if you could tell me what you think of this through an ask😭 i’d love to hear your opinion as i already did a request before this one and i’ve never gotten any feedback so i was a bit sad :(( anywayssss without further ado, please enjoy!!💘💞💕💖💗💓

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buy me a coffee🥹🫶🏼

the kitchen was quiet again after you turned off the water boiler. with the tea bags already tucked inside the two mugs on the counter, you poured the hot water and watched as it quickly changed its color, from clear to deep red. the steam created small clouds that kept disappearing into the air as you took your mug in both hands to warm your palms before placing it on a platter, followed by your boyfriend’s.

the gloomy weather outside made you feel calm and collected, and your body moved smoothly around the kitchen as you tried to cut some pieces of cake, along some strawberries and bananas for you and your boyfriend to munch on while chilling in the living room. it was a sunday, a rare day for mark to have some rest and just relax at home and you were so happy that you guys were going to spend some time together after ages of him being busy.

from the small distance separating the kitchen and the living room, you could hear him talking on the phone. you heard him say 엄마 (eomma) a few times, and you could easily understand that he was talking to his mother on the phone. other than that, you were quite clueless about what he was saying.

sometimes you’d feel so left out of his life, you wanted to be part of everything that made him be the person that he was today. mark never once made you feel a difference because of the language barrier, you guys communicate easily in english but sometimes you just wish you could understand more than just a few words of his mother tongue.

you bit your lip slightly as you gazed at him from your standing position in the kitchen. his voice was smooth, almost dripping with warm honey, the words sounding more gruff and slurred than usual, which signaled that he was indeed relaxed but also very tired that just one day of rest won’t be enough to make it up for all the work load that’s been on his shoulders.

your eyes softened on him, your tea long forgotten as you just relished in the sound of his small and sweet voice. he looked so cute curled up in the far side of the couch, head lying in the arm rest as his fingers raked mindlessly through his disheveled blue strands of hair.

his eyes would close for longer seconds and sometimes he would just opt for humming an answer instead of taking the time to formulate a coherent one. your heart swelled as you looked at him.

“my baby…” you sighed under your breath.

your gaze was lingering on him too long he felt it burning on his skin, which made him throw a look up in your direction. his tongue poked the corner of his mouth while a smile bloomed on his lips, his eyebrows jumped up his forehead into a questioning look, asking you if you were okay with a tilt of his face but you just smiled at him, shaking your head.

“tell her i said hi,” you whispered to him and he nodded in response, quickly translating your phrase into korean.

you were fascinated to say the least, you’ve always been. the way mark quickly switched from english to korean, or sometimes mixing both the languages in one phrase was effortlessly attractive to you.

at first you tried to learn the language secretly from him, thinking about surprising him with it in the future, but as you went on, your hopes have diminished as it got harder with every grammar lesson, and not to start talking about the vocabulary… mark knew that you started learning korean and everyday he would be so proud to be with someone like you, to be loved by someone like you.

the fact that you decided to sacrifice some time out of your day to learn the language that he grew up with, the language that linked him with his family and his roots, the language in which mark felt home made him fall even deeper in love with you. and he was always so happy to help you with it.

“i’ll never be enough for you,” you sniffled, letting go of the pencil you had between your fingers before hugging your knees closer to your chest.

when mark saw the effort you were making in learning his mother tongue, his heart swelled and grew larger inside his chest, that he wanted to physically grab it and put it back in its place.

“sweetheart, why haven’t you told me?” he scooted closer to your body that was sitting on the floor, pushing your notebook and pencil case aside and engulfing you in a warm embrace. “i could teach you,” his fingers gently rubbed your arm in a comforting manner. he made you feel so loved with just small and tender touches.

“you would?” you whispered, finally looking up at him.

mark wiped your tears with the back of his index finger, a love foolish smile illuminating his face. “of course i would. let me see your notebook, we’ll start with the basics.”

that was the conversation you guys had a few weeks ago and since then, mark has never stopped taking some time to help you learn the language little by little.

when the call with his mother ended, you grabbed the platter with the tea mugs, cake and cut up fruits and went to sit next to him on the couch.

“how’s your family?” you asked as you handed his tea mug over to him.

“thanks babe,” mark sat up straight and quickly took the cup from your hands, giving you a quick peck on the lips as a thank you before he answered your question. “they’re doing good, they’re on a vacation in gangwon right now.” he talked before taking a sip.

“really? it’s cold right now to be in a beach area,” you wondered, plopping a strawberry inside your mouth.

“exactly,” mark swallowed his cake bite, “their plan was to see the snow on the beach.” his eyes traveled up to give you an encouraging look, the words being something you knew the translation to them in korean.

you quickly understood your assignment. “해변에 눈 (haebyeon-ae noon),” you smiled as you answered confidently.

“good job, babe,” he scrunched his nose at you, following it by a bright smile. “let’s see if you can translate another word, how about that?”

“mark, this is supposed to be your rest day,” you laughed, leaning on his shoulder.

“i am resting,” he reassured, his hand reaching out to secure your head on his shoulder when you wanted to pull away from his body. this little action was enough to send your heart into a frenzy of heartbeats and butterflies.

“mmm,” mark hummed, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your body and making you feel at ease. “if you could tell me what we’re doing right now, in korean, i’ll reward you with something.”

“what would that be?” you asked, wittingly.

“the reward?”

you hummed as a yes.

“i’ll let you know when you give an answer, and it needs to be right.”

“mark,” you whined. “that’s unfair!”

“how would that be unfair babe,” mark laughed, his body rocking along yours. “i know you can do it, come on.”

“uhmm, right now we are…” you started thinking, the words coming inside your brain in english first. “drinking tea?”

“yes…in korean?” mark encouraged you to continue.

“지금…“

”ooooohhhhh,” mark reacted too quickly, rubbing your arm and tapping on it encouragingly, already being impressed by you translating one of the most basic words in korean. you were so proud and so happy that he easily made you feel so confident.

“차를 마셔요 (cha-reul masheoyeo)” you articulated slowly, still very much unsure of your translation skills.

“very good baby,” mark pecked your temple. “but what did we learn about actions that are currently happening in time? right now it’s like you said “we drink tea” but there’s a specific way to say “we’re drinking tea”, you remember?”

you hummed in question again. “마시고 있어요 (mashigo isseoyeo)?”

“very good job baby!” mark ruffled your hair and engulfed you in a big hug, pressing your face in his chest. he was very happy and excited that you got it right.

you were happy as well and you started giggling out of nowhere. “let’s do something else.”

“oooohhhh we’re confident now, are we?” he joked which made you slap his chest gently.

“you told me there was a reward, so i’m all in or nothing.”

“okay,” mark chuckled, scratching his chin. “how would you say that the weather is cold outside and you just wanna chill with your talented and handsome boyfriend?”

“that’s intermediate level mark, i’m still a beginner.”

“come on babe, i know you can do it.” he made you pull away from his chest and positioned you to be sitting in front of him on the couch. he stretched his legs in a way that you would be sitting between them before he wrapped them behind your back and pulled you closer to his body.

the heat raised to your ear at his swift movement and the proximity of his body made your heart beat like crazy. mark’s hands reached for your thighs and spread them so he could be positioned in the middle of them as well, before helping you wrap them around his waist.

inside your head, you just tried to control your breathing. your brain felt mushy, thoughts evaporating while your ears buzzed with exhilaration. your pupils dilated as you fixated mark’s face, your gaze zeroing on the mole on his face to avoid looking directly into his eyes.

“babe?” he tapped on your cheek and chuckled when he saw your flustered state. “you’re zoning out, there’s a reward remember?”

“yeah…yes! the reward,” you laughed nervously, wondering what the reward would be. you were already trembling and your heart was palpitating with mark’s face being so close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay, let’s start with translating “the weather is cold outside” first, then we’ll go from there.” he guided you.

you nodded, clearing your throat. mark’s hands rubbed your knees, massaging all over the area to help you relax and concentrate but you were failing miserably as the only thing you could think of was how he was touching you.

you felt so bad ruining such a wholesome moment with your intrusive thoughts but you were just so in love with mark that every little touch still made you feel all giddy.

you bit your lip, inhaling deeply from your nose.

“don’t be nervous,” mark whispered, nodding his head to encourage you to speak.

“추워 (chuweo)…”

“come on babe, give me a full sentence.” he smiled but you just couldn’t get your brain to function properly, you could neither return the smile nor think of what to say. “what did we say about the weather? you learned this word not long ago.”

“i know it starts with an “N”…” you mumbled, your eyes looking everywhere.

“right!” he exclaimed, leaning in to give you a small kiss on the cheek. “here’s a small reward for remembering the start of the word.”

your heart was going to burst out of your chest at how kind and patient mark was with you. and you tried so hard to get the sentence right so you could see his proud smile blooming on his face again.

“날씨가 추워요 (nalssi-ga chuwoyeo)-“you stopped before he could react, “mark i don’t know how to say outside in korean,” you pouted, looking down at your fiddling fingers.

“it’s okay baby, you’re doing so good already.” he ruffled your hair again before noticing your fiddling fingers. he placed his palms on your hand in a calming manner. “in korean it’s okay to drop the word outside in a sentence, just saying the weather is cold (날씨가 추워요) is enough. but in case you want to use it in a sentence in the future, outside is 밖 (bakk). if you want to use it, you need to pair it with 에 (e) or 은 (eun), depends on the sentence.”

you listened carefully to his explanation, while playing with his fingers instead of fiddling with yours.

“so the full sentence would be 밖은 날씨가 추워요 (bakk-eun nalssoga chuwoyeo)?”

“exactly! good job baby,” mark clapped as he saw the relieved smile appear on your face. “now for the second part of the sentence.”

“what was it again? the second sentence?” you sheepishly asked, laughing nervously.

mark raised his eyebrow at you, a poor attempt at flirting with you and you laughed so hard at that. he started leaning closer to you, with his eyebrow still raised. you tried to stop him from getting closer by putting your hands on his shoulders, both of you laughing so hard at each other.

“mark what are you doing?” you asked through the fit of laughter that was going on between you. mark bit his lip, exaggerating his flirtatious action.

“maaaark,” you whined. “stop!” your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing and he was laughing just as hard as you.

“okay okay,” he surrendered, raising his hands in defeat. “the sentence was “i just want to chill with my talented and handsome boyfriend” now come on.”

“is talented and handsome mandatory?” you laughed, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“of course! if you want to learn korean, you need to know the right words to compliment me with,” he tilted his head to the side, his long fringe draping over his round eyes, “or nah?” he whispered the last word, his voice going an octave deeper.

you cleared your throat. “right, of course, but i only know handsome in korean.”

“mmhm,” mark hummed, squinting his eyes. “that’s not bad already. you know what, skip talented, let’s leave it for a later session, how about that?”

you laughed at his attempts at flirting with you. he was just so cute and so effortlessly attractive with just acting boyish and love foolish. and you loved him just the way he was. you loved his nervousness and you loved the way he would stumble upon his own words sometimes. but most of all, you loved how he always made sure to show you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. with his encouragement and kind words always warming your heart, you were certain that your heart was in good hands.

you loved him openly and without any restraints. never once being afraid of him breaking your heart. and you promised to be just as good with him as he was with you.

without realizing it, you leaned closer to his cheek where you placed a soft kiss on his skin. and he gave you a questioning look. “thank you for being patient with me mark.”

he smiled as a response. “of course babe.” he rubbed your hand with his thumb before nudging you to continue your assignment.

“okay, so… we said 밖은 날씨가 추워요, now we’re gonna say…잘 생긴 남자 친구와 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa) chill…how do we say chill in korean?”

“just go with chill, that’s alright.” mark smiled.

“okay,” you nodded. “잘 생긴 남자 친구와 chill하고 싶어요 (jalsaeng-in namjachingu-wa chill-hago sipeoyo).”

“perfect!” mark smiled so bright, squeezing your cheeks between his palms until your lips pouted. “that’s my girl,” he whispered before leaning closer to you and kissing you softly on the lips.

your breath hitched inside your throat, and mark noticed it and tried to calm you down and help you get into the kiss by playing with the hair on your nape. he smiled into your lips when you started kissing him back, sneaking your hands around his waist. eagerly, mark brushed his hands down your back before clutching on your thighs and helping you sit on his lap, without breaking the kiss.

“you did so good today you deserve to be kissed until you lose your breath.” mark whispered, his soft breath numbing your puffy lips, making them feel tingly and itching for another kiss.

“is that my reward?” you breathlessly asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your nose brushing over his.

“you don’t like it?” he looked up at you with hooded eyes. he looked worried, and you played with his neck to show him just how much you loved to be kissed by him.

“i love it!” you breathed out, finally crashing your lips on his, making him emit a low hum from his throat.

did someone say you prepared some cut up fruits for the both of you to enjoy on his rest day? those didn’t even compare to the plenty of kisses you guys were going to give each other.

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jenniejjun · 11 months

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YOU’RE LOSING ME.

PAR: mark lee x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: angst

avisos: mark e a leitora tão terminando 😭, muito chororo e dor, essa história é super baseada na música nova da tay “you’re losing me” então tem alguns trechos que foram literalmente adaptados e traduzidos pra encaixar a fic,

isso foi resultado de um surto que eu tive, pois tô ouvindo essa música o dia todo e pra mim super encaixa com o mark. ele tem muito a carinha de que passaria por uma situação dessas com um parceiro kkkkkk (tadinho do nosso empregado do mês), mas isso de forma alguma é pra condenar nenhuma das partes. às vezes, acontece de a gente não dar certo com alguém que a gente ama muito e quis ser melancólica e captar isso

Mark Lee é uma superestrela. E você já sabia de tudo isso quando começaram a namorar há seis anos atrás. Seus amigos te acharam maluca, mas você nunca os deu ouvidos. Era o apropriado em sua mente. Seu pai trabalhava na SM Entertaintment e você vivia lá, topava com Mark o tempo todo. Foi inevitável não pegar apreço pelo garoto com o tempo e quando menos esperavam, vocês estavam saindo juntos. Somente os dois, em pequenos encontros às escondidas.

O namoro fluía bem fácil pra vocês desde o início, não tinham obrigações e muito menos faziam com que o tempo passado juntos pesasse nos momentos em que precisavam ficar separados. Mark tinha shows, apresentações em televisão, fãs que precisavam dele e você tinha seus estudos. Era um acordo silencioso entre vocês e, talvez, fosse por isso que desse tão certo no começo.

Ele entendia que não podiam estar juntos o tempo todo e você também.

Não fazia ideia de quando as coisas começaram a mudar, nem deveriam mudar, pela sua perspectiva. Você estava na faculdade, continha milhares de matérias para estudar e se estressar, seu namoro deveria ser a última coisa pesando em sua cabeça. Entretanto, não era o curso que escolhera que fazia com que quisesse gritar no travesseiro a noite, mas seu relacionamento com Mark Lee.

A distância parecia gritar mais que nunca e você se sentia mais mal de vê-lo chegar do que de vê-lo ir porque sabia que em algum momento, iam ter de se separar de novo. As turnês constantes eram exaustivas tanto nele quanto em você, o que consistia no fator de que Mark não estava sempre disponível pra você e seria cruel da sua parte não entender isso. Mas, em pequenos momentos irracionais, você não entendia.

Não se viam há tanto tempo e ainda assim, não conseguiam se ver pelo cansaço.

Não demorou muito para que as brigas, a frustração acumulada em ambos os lados tornava tudo mais difícil. Era incompreensível para o Lee que você, sua chama gêmea, não entendesse o peso que a vida que ele levava trazia. Você rezou para que alguma cura milagrosa recaísse sobre seu relacionamento, mas agora temia que isso não fosse mais possível.

Mark tinha uma carreira e você não parecia gostar mais disso.

Estavam sentados em seu cômodo favorito, costumavam passar horas e horas divagando sobre como as luzes naquele cubículo específico em seu apartamento dividido pareciam divinas em certo modo. O brilho sutil e angelical que elas traziam sob suas feições, presentemente a única coisa que ela fazia era iluminar os semblantes cansados de vocês.

"Eu não entendo", você especificou sentindo que não precisava explicar mais do que devia. Era irônico como ainda conseguiam entender o outro perfeitamente, assim, no meio de uma crise. Era triste que não se entendiam pelas coisas nas quais importavam.

"Eu sei", foi a única coisa que ele respondeu. Não queria estar tendo aquela conversa, claramente, pelos olhos tristes que carregava. Mas os dois sabiam que a hora já havia chegado.

Pensou em tudo que construíram juntos. Se guardaria ou jogaria fora. O primeiro aniversário de namoro, a primeira vez, quando adotaram um gatinho juntos. As inúmeras vezes em que foi nos concertos do Dream e 127, todos os comebacks pelo qual ele sempre ficava animado e você sempre dava um jeito de passar pela empresa e parabenizá-lo junto dos meninos.

Estavam tão perdidinhos agora.

Você levou seus olhos tempestuosos até a expressão dele, mal percebeu quando os teve cheios d'água como agora mas alegadamente era o que tinha de lidar.

"Eu tentei, Mark, de verdade. Juro que tentei mas não tá dando mais", chorou lamentosa. Não era justo com ele e nem com você, mas como podia mentir para si mesma quando sentia que estava morrendo por dentro?

Mark parecia quebrar a qualquer momento, não se manteve forte por você. A voz estava rouquinha quando perguntou: "Sabe me dizer quando isso começou?"

Negando, você secou umas lágrimas copiosas.

"Aí é que tá, não existe um grande momento que virou alguma chave na minha cabeça pra tudo isso. É só... Um compilado de acontecimentos que começaram a me incomodar, mas nunca incomodaram antes", você começou a morder as unhas bem feitas mas sentiu a mão quente dele na sua.

Parando o movimento autodestrutivo.

"Ei, tá tudo bem", não estava. "Acho que venho negando isso há um tempo mas a gente... Não tá funcionando mesmo."

O ar começou a ficar mais pesado, a sensação de perdição e indecisão entre vocês quase te sufocava como uma nuvem. Não aguentava mais quando escondeu o rosto entre as mãos e começou a chorar de novo, extensivamente. Eram seis longos anos com uma pessoa que você jurava que se casaria, com quem compartilhou todas as suas manias e acordou ao lado todas as manhãs. O seu para sempre que ia embora, lentamente.

Você escutou o som dos pés de uma cadeira se arrastando pelo chão e logo, os braços de Mark estavam ao seu redor. Sua cabeça ficou apoiada no ombro dele ao mesmo tempo em que passava os braços por seu pescoço, relutantemente deixou com que o peso de seu corpo caísse uma última vez sobre ele se debulhando em lágrimas.

"Princesa", ele murmurou depositando beijinhos no topo de sua cabeça.

Realmente era como o ditado dizia. Você não sabe o que tem até perder.

Chorando copiosamente em seu colinho, você acariciou levemente os fiozinhos pequenos e loiros na nuca de Mark como habituava de fazer quando ele estava nervoso ou triste com alguma coisa e não demorou muito para que sentisse os ombrinhos do Lee balançando e algumas gotinhas de água manchando sua blusa de frio.

"Eu sinto muito, amor. Sinto muito mesmo que não tenha dado certo, me perdoa", ele suplicou fungando. Te agarrando pela cintura da forma mais forte que achou, Mark balançou vocês levemente em uma maneira de acalmar ambas as partes ali. Certamente, você nunca chorou tanto em sua vida. Agarrada a ele como um bebê, sabia que era o necessário.

Não se tem como trazer de volta a vida um relacionamento que não existe mais, sabendo que o amor não era a única coisa suficiente para mantê-los ali.

Ainda assim, uma parte egoísta de si queria que ele fizesse alguma coisa que a impedisse de sair dali. Que dissesse, arriscasse ou até mesmo perdesse algo para ficar com você mas era abusivo demais. Jamais poderia pedir isso dele, assim como ele não pediria de você.

"Eu te amo demais e uma partezinha de mim sempre vai te amar, tá? Não quero que pense nem por um segundo que você não é amada", ele continuou choroso. Depositava beijos por toda a extensão de sua têmpora e bochecha. Você apenas assentiu forçando os olhinhos a ficarem fechados, temendo que se os abrisse e visse o estado em que seu futuro ex-namorado se encontrava, talvez, não fosse capaz de terminar tudo.

Porque, droga, você se sentia amada. Nunca duvidaria de que Mark Lee te amava com cada fibra de seu ser, chegava a blasfêmia pensar isso. Todavia, amá-lo era como uma batalha nos últimos tempos. E lutar na linha de frente enquanto encarava o vento frio da solidão em alguns momentos parecia afetá-la mais do que gostava de admitir.

No fim de tudo, doía lembrar da memória dos anéizinhos de papel que Mark tinha feito para vocês no dia em que se mudaram juntos e como haviam se molhado com o tempo. Com o teor de suas próprias lágrimas.

#₊‧ ˖ ࣪ ་ 🐇 works by vivi #mark lee #mark lee soft hours #mark lee angst #mark lee fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #mark lee sad hours

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saturnznct · 1 year

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d-20; making christmas cards for members | lmk

➸ word count; 1023 words

➸ lucas; aged 10, noah; aged 8, maeve; aged 4

➸ alternative names used; hyungjun (lucas), minjun (noah), yeoreum (maeve)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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‘Wow, Mae, you really captured Uncle Doyoung’s spirit there,’ Mark grins.

Maeve holds up her Christmas card for Doyoung proudly, showing off the rabbit with a Santa hat she’d drawn on the front with ‘Merry Christmas Doyoung Samchon’ written in messy toddler handwriting on the front.

‘Although, I think we need to work on your Hangul. You wrote Samchon in English..’

Maeve just looks sheepish, putting the card into the finished pile and grabbing another plain one to start.

This was a Lee household yearly tradition. The kids would sit down at the dining table, cover it with pens, glitter and whatever crafting materials they could get their hands on, and make cards for family and friends.

When it came to the sheer amount of NCT members, it was a full on operation. The members had been randomly assigned to each of your three children, who would make their cards. You and Mark would write the inside messages once they were finished and all the glue and or paint had dried.

‘Wait, why does Maeve get Uncle Johnny?’ Noah whines once he notices Johnny’s name on Maeve’s list.

‘It’s random, No,’ you explain, ‘it’s fair that way.’

‘But I wanted to make Uncle Johnny’s card,’ he pouts.

‘Buddy, the card will still be from you, and Uncle Johnny will know that,’ Mark rubs Noah’s back with his hand, ‘how about you make a really pretty card for Uncle Taeyong, huh? I bet he’d love a really glittery one!’

‘Daddy, can we come to work with you and give Uncles their cards?’ Noah asks, wanting to see his beloved Uncle’s reactions to his work.

‘Of course, how about you and mummy/mommy drop me off tomorrow, and we can give them to Uncles then?’

‘Yay!’ Noah cheers, accidentally knocking over a pot of silver glitter.

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‘Uncle Ten!’ Maeve runs into the practice room, barrelling towards the first member she sees.

‘Mae!’ He exclaims with equal excitement, wrapping the small girl into a big hug.

‘Sorry to interrupt your practice, guys,’ you apologise, knowing that all of the members are gathered to rehearse for their end of year project.

‘It’s all good,’ Jungwoo, the closest person to you grins, ‘it’s nice to have a break.’

He catches Maeve’s eye, his face suddenly lighting up, immediately dropping to his knees to offer a hug, ‘and to see my Yeoreum!’

‘Ah, Minjun-ah,’ Jaemin squats down to greet Noah, ‘what’s that you’ve got?’

Noah holds out the envelope with both hands, a messy ’Nana’ scrawled across the front.

‘Ah, thank you,’ Jaemin always saves his aegyo for his favourite nephews and niece, his Mark’s children.

‘This one’s for you, Uncle Yangyang,’ Maeve hands Yangyang his card.

‘Wow, thank you MaeMae, you’re so kind,’ Yangyang, who has crouched down to her level, peels the envelope open, laughing when he sees the sheep with the Christmas hat drawn on it.

‘I like how the sheep is pink and glittery,’ he adds, pulling her into a hug, ‘I love it, thank you Mae.’

The members fuss over the kids, each giving very exaggerated but genuine reactions to their individual cards.

‘Ah, Hyungjun-ah, thank you,’ Chenle fist bumps Lucas, ‘you write in Chinese so well.’

‘It’s from the lessons you gave me,’ Mark chimes in teasingly, and the two men laugh as Lucas huffs.

‘Yeoreum-ie, your art is so good!’ Yuta fusses over Maeve, who blushes and squirms at his compliment over her drawing of him next to a Christmas Tree.

‘Don’t get all embarrassed!’ he teases, poking her side, before turning to Sicheng who’s standing beside him and commenting, ’so cute.’

When Lucas notices Johnny holding his own card, he walks over to talk to his favourite Uncle.

’Tell Jude-hyung that I’ll give him his card the next time I see him,’ Lucas tells Johnny, ‘I don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten about him when you bring that one home.’

‘Will do buddy, I’m sure you’ll see him when the school holidays start.’

‘Are you guys not going to Chicago?’ Lucas tilts his head in confusion.

‘Not ’til the twentieth,’ Johnny explains, ‘you guys should arrange to hang out. In real life, not just on the Xbox or whatever it is.’

Lucas just shrugs, embarrassed at being called out, and Johnny chuckles.

‘I’m just messing with you, go on, go give Uncle Seunghan his card.’

‘They’re so sweet, Hyung,’ Jisung remarks, watching the scene alongside Mark, ‘so crazy I’ll have one of my own in a few months.’

’They’re a handful,’ Mark shakes his head, still smiling, ‘but I love them more than anything.’

At that moment, Noah runs up to Jisung, clutching Jisung’s own card.

In a corner, several members are gathered comparing cards, Doyoung throughly enjoying Maeve’s rabbit drawing while Xiaojun praises Noah’s reindeer.

‘Thank you, Noah, I’ll keep it forever,’ Taeyong reads the message inside of his card, on which Noah has drawn a polar bear wearing a lime green (’NCT colour!’) scarf.

‘Will you really?’ Noah gasps, shocked that his Uncle would treasure his creation for so long.

‘Of course, because my Minjun-ie made it for me!’

Eventually, all of the cards are distributed, and the three Lee children sit against the mirror and watch as the members go through their dance performance for the year.

‘What did you think, Mae?’ Hendery bends down to ask, face showing a picture of pure joy when she begins bouncing on her feet and enthusiastically chatting about what she likes about the song and the choreography.

‘Come on kids, say goodbye to your Uncles. We’ll get out of your hair now, leave you to practice,’ you start gathering up your things, leaving the three of your children to say goodbye to all of the members.

’See you when you get home,’ you give Mark a quick hug, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as to allow him to avoid unnecessary teasing from his members.

‘Bye bye little Lees,’ Ten and the rest of the members wave you all out of the room.

‘Now, kids,’ you announce once you’re fully in the corridor, ‘let’s go and harass Uncle Minseok.’

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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 2 years

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NCT as Tropes Pt.8

Mark- Best Friends to Lovers

Mark has always believed in making meaningful connections with people. Whether it's a new friend or a stranger on the street, he wants to build a bond with everyone he meets.

So naturally, the only person who Mark has ever had romantic feelings for, is none other than his best friend.

And again, naturally, Mark never plans on telling them.

He's formed such a good relationship with them thus far and is terrified to ruin their friendship by asking for more.

Mark believes that he's being greedy; having them in his life as a friend is more than enough. He'd be a fool to do anything that could jeopardize that.

And so he convinces himself that he's overthinking it every time their gaze lingers on him for a bit too long, or when they're more touchy than usual with him, or when they turn down plans with other people to hang out with him instead.

Mark thinks it's absolutely impossible that they view their relationship as anything other than platonic. That all of this can be explained by the fact that he's their best friend, which is a big difference from a regular friend, and justifies the obvious favoritism they have towards him compared to others.

Little does Mark know that they like him too. He's so lost in his own head, desperately trying to control his feelings for them, that he doesn't pay attention to the way they laugh at all of his jokes, even if they're ridiculously corny; or how they hang on to his every word. He doesn't notice how they stumble over their own words when he makes eye contact with them, or the way they look at him; as though he hung the moon and the stars.

They swear that Mark must be blind, because at this point, they seriously doubt that they've been hiding their adoration for him very well.

And since Mark is so painfully oblivious, they are the one that is forced to make the first move. If there's one thing Mark is, it's patient; so patient in fact that they truly believed that even if he did reciprocate their feelings, he'd never confess before they did.

When they confess to Mark, he looks at them with the most puzzled expression they've ever seen, from both him and anyone else. His confused expression slowly changes into a smile; high cheekbones on display for them to admire. Before they can process what's happening, Mark has pulled them in for a hug, he then kisses their forehead softly, linking his fingers with their own before pulling away only to smile at them again.

It turns out that falling in love with your best friend maybe isn't such a bad idea.

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Check out the rest of the series: HERE 💘

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ligayangdala · 2 years

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what if dad!mk na laging kinakantahan ang baby girl niya 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

alam niyo ba hanggang ngayon 'yung incomplete ni mark nasa utak ko pa rin HAHAHAH eVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS I HAVE EVERYTHING

mia lee is her dad's carbon copy.

'di mo na idedeny, magkamukha talaga silang mag-ama. akala mo nga si mark nagluwal dahil iisa ang hulma ng mukha at korte ng mga facial features nilang mag-ama, pero sabi naman nila, it'll take time at somehow, makikita mo rin ang itsura mo sa anak mo. bukod sa magkamukha si mia at mark, alam mo na agad kung anong gusto nito pag-laki—music, tulad ng daddy niya dahil sa tuwing nakakarinig siya ng kahit anong klaseng tunog o music, nagrerespond agad siya. lalo na sa boses ni mark, hindi nakakatulog si mia kapag hindi niya naririnig ang boses ng tatay niyang kinakantahan siya gabi-gabi. paano kapag nasa tour si mark? kahit anong oras kung nasaang lupalop ng mundo ang asawa mo, tatawag at tatawag siya bago ang bedtime ni mia para lang patulugin ang 3-year-old niyo.

pero ngayon na walang schedule si mark at ikaw naman ang busy sa trabaho, siya ang nagpapatulog kay mia gabi-gabi. tonight was different though.

“daddy, lagi 'yan ang kinakanta mo sakin... pwede po bang iba naman?” tanong ni mia sa tatay niya, natawa naman si mark.

“okay, anong gusto mong kanta?”

“kahit ano po, basta wag na 'yan” ngiti ni mia

mark looks at his daughter with sparkles in his eyes. kung kamukha niya si mia, kaugali mo naman ang anak niyo. naalala niya tuloy ang mga araw na mag-jowa pa lang kayong dalawa. tulad ni mia, favorite mo rin ang kantahan ka ni mark.

“okay, kantahin ko yung song na favorite ni mommy... okay lang ba?” tanong ni mark at tumango naman si mia. dahil ilang araw ka na ngang wala sa bahay dahil sa trabaho, naisip niyang ivideo ang moment na ito para isend sayo mamaya. nilagay niya ang phone niyang nagrerecord sa nightstand ni mia at nagsimulang kumanta. “bright lights, fancy restaurants, everything in this world that a man could want. i got a bank account bigger than the law should allow. still I'm lonely now, pretty faces from the covers of a magazine. from their covers to my covers want to lay with me. fame and fortune still can't find, just a grown man runnin' out of time...”

nakita niyang ngumiti si mia habang nakapikit—gawain mo tuwing kinakantahan ka ni mark noon. “even though it seems i have everything, i don't want to be a lonely fool. all of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don't amount to you. so i can make believe i have everything, but i can't pretend that i don't see. that without you girl my life is incomplete. without you girl my life is incomplete...”

wala pa sa second verse si mark, pero mahimbing na ang tulog ni mia. ngumiti naman si mark at kinuha ang cellphone niya, habang tuloy ang pagrerecord sabi niya sa sa camera: “mahal, she's just like you...” bulong niya bago ipakita sa camera ang anak niyong natutulog.

markie <3: [sent an attachment]

markie <3: good night from daddy and mia

markie <3: she loved the song, mahal

y/n <3: tagal mo nang di kinakanta sakin yan :(

y/n <3: KAY MIA MO LANG PALA KAKANTAHIN

y/n <3: miss u two, daddy and my baby :(

markie <3: pag-uwi mo sakin, kakantahan ulit kita ;)

markie <3: we miss you too, mommy 😚

#📥 ligayangdala asks #💭 ligayangdala thoughts #mark soft hours #mark fluff #mark lee fluff #mark lee soft hours

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everything-fine-n-peachy · 2 years

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A Storm in a Teacup (Mark au)

A Storm in a Teacup - A lot of fuss about something unimportant

The Post Grad Series Warning: Low-Pressure Area

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Mark x oc Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst (awkward mark lee) Warnings: mentions of alcohol and insecurities, some dark humor if you squint Word count: 2.1k Song: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers TLDR: A drunk Mackenzie is saved by knight in shining armor Mark, or not.

“What we need is another drink.”

“That’s the tenth time you’ve said that.”

Mark looked up from his beer, laughing in amusement. It was only his second one. Mackenzie on the other hand had god knows how many (not counting the soju bottles). In the span of two hours, his neighbor was obviously already drunk yet he still had no idea why she was drinking.

His attention is yet again caught by the distant rumbling. He watched the sky shift to different hues of gray and blue thinking about the odds of getting hit by lightning one day. But that was irrelevant.

“Mark, you know I think you’re good at being happy. You should really teach a class on how to be happy.” Mackenzie said, downing another shot. She smiled at him through her drunken state, cheeks flushed. At the back of her mind she was sure she had just uttered something embarrassing although at this point, she couldn’t be bothered.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, you’re life’s a mess yet here you are … on vacation and,” she said, pausing to take another shot, “it seems to me like you’re actually having a grand time.” Mark only laughed. There was no malice in what she was saying. Technically, he was still jobless in a new city after two months.

Was he worried? Maybe.

But was he also having a grand time? The answer, he thought, might not be as simple. After All there he was on a Friday night drinking with his cute neighbor, too shy to make a pass on her.

Was it weird that it took him so long to strike another conversation with her after living next door for that long? Definitely.

Mark could only do the occasional “do you have any extra eggs?” or “can I use the kettle, ours is broken?”. It was astonishing how he went from confronting his boss about finally writing music for himself to this loser who was running out of good excuses to talk to the cute girl next door.

Maybe it was the universe (or Mackenzie’s drinking problem) that finally gave Mark his golden opportunity. As fate would have it, he was on his way to the store when he bumped into a grumbling Mackenzie lugging two bags of what seemed to be an assortment of alcohol. That’s when he decided that no good neighbor would be stupid enough to leave anyone alone with that much booze. Which is why he thought it would be a good idea to invite himself to whatever Mackenzie was up to.

“Hey, did you hear what I said?” Mackenzie interjected, bringing Mark out of his reverie. He blinked twice before responding.

“Yeah, I uh didn’t quite get that.”

“I asked you if you thought dogs go to like a dog heaven or do they also go to a human heaven.” She drawled on before letting out a hiccup.

“Well I uh-” before he could continue Mackenzie raised a hand up. “Are you okay?” he asked. She looked like she was about to burp with her chest heaving.

“Fine, just need another shot is all.” She stated with such confidence that Mark was actually about to believe her bullshit against his better judgment.

Suddenly, she lurched forward, her hand immediately landing to cover her mouth before she ran to the bathroom.

Mark did not need a visual of whatever was happening but he was pretty sure it was a sight to behold. Mackenzie’s muffled groans made it clear that she was probably going to be in there for a while. It would be his first time drinking with her but he’d seen his fair share of parties. At the rate she was going, he was surprised she wasn’t even blacked out yet.

As the good boy his mama raised, Mark immediately went to work on cleaning up the food and alcohol bottles littered on the table. He prepared some cold water before grabbing some paper towels and heading to the bathroom where Mackenzie was pouring her heart, or rather, her gut out.

“Easy now.” he said when he handed her the paper towels. Gently he began rubbing circles on her back with his palm.

After a few more belches down the toilet, Mackenzie finally slumped back leaning on the bathroom wall for support. Mark knelt next to her trying to settle the conflict of staying with her or walking her to bed while she was still conscious. His brain was about to short circuit when she suddenly spoke.

“You know what they said to me at work today?” She asked, eyes locked on the clock at the top of the bathroom wall, hands locked on the glass of water Mark brought her.

“Hmm?” he responded.

“They said the script I wrote for the commercial was, ‘not bad’.” He followed her gaze to the clock, listening intently.

“I thought, great. They’re saying I did alright, right? I should just take the affirmation and just let it be, right?” A silence settled. Mark thought it was actually pretty comfortable with only the rain and occasionally, thunder chiming in.

Mackenzie took a sip before she continued, “but, then I hear them tell the person next to me that they did ‘great’ or ‘an amazing job’.” Mark glanced at Mackenzie, whose gaze was now on the ceiling.

“Why do I always seem to do good enough but not great enough? I work so hard and scold myself for not working even harder but in the end I’m still just ‘not bad’ but never ‘great’ or ‘the best’. I mean, I know I’m not all that good at what I do but I’d just like to think about a time when I’ll finally not hate myself, you know?”

Mark felt like a raincoat on a hot summer day. He never did any of this with the expectation of actually hearing about why Mackenzie was upset. He just knew she wouldn't be alone. But now after the point of no return, he didn’t know what to do with himself. So he just sat there.

“God, why am I even telling you this?” She laughed, hitting his knee with her own. “I sound like I’m in a fucking soap opera and it’s not even the good kind.” Another fit of giggles.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Mark finally decided to stand up pulling Mackenzie with him. He supported her weight as they walked to the bedroom, more like wobbling for Mackenzie, though.

When Mackenzie was safely deposited to her bed Mark took it upon himself to bring her another glass of water knowing she’d be parched in the very near future. He heard her shift in position just as he laid the glass down on her bedside table.

“I’m sorry for burdening you with my insignificant problems.” She mumbled sleepily. “I can get a little dramatic sometimes.”

For a moment Mark stood there. What could he do or say that would make things better?

“You should go. This is nothing to worry about, really. Go.” Mackenzie continued to ramble on.

After an eternity of debating with himself, Mark finally decided to follow his gut and climb into bed to sit next to Mackenzie. Maybe he was drunk or maybe he was out of his mind. Either could apply. Regardless, he thought it was better than just standing there like a manikin.

His arms moved before his brain could and the next thing he knew, he’d scooped Mackenzie close to him and held her to his chest. It was supposed to be a hug. It still was though, just a really awkward one.

Mackenzie didn’t have enough brain power to process what was going on. Mark, on the other hand, was busy cursing himself. He felt like he was back in high school desperate for an answer at the mercy of a teacher who’d called on him in the middle of class.

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled noise that Mark snapped out from his internal dialogue.

“Are you going to smother me, cause I personally wouldn’t mind at this point.” Mackenzie whispered.

Immediately, Mark loosened his grip around her shoulder, “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to… Oh my jesus. I didn’t mean to… I mean I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable I-”

“Shh” Mackenzie interrupted him.

“Sorry.” he mumbled silently while wiping his hand across his face. He leaned his head against the pillows and arms back within his personal space. This was turning out to be a stupid idea. Mark continued to stare up at the ceiling until he felt Mackenzie scoot closer to him again, her face squished to his side.

“Mark, I think you should also teach a class on how to do laundry… I think,” she said, taking a long sniff, “you’re also good at showering.”

He chuckled softly at what she said. For a moment he just watched her lying there next to him, fascinated at how he managed to get himself into this situation. He was almost too afraid to speak and ruin this perfect little moment but felt heavily compelled to say something.

“You know, back when I was starting to write songs I thought a lot like you. I didn’t really believe in the things I submitted. But I did it anyway. It’s funny cause everyone around me would tell me I could do it, but then I could never bring myself to take their word… Sometimes I think the reason why I got to where I did was luck. But also because I was just a stubborn kid.”

What the fuck am I saying

“You are pretty stubborn.” She laughed. He glanced at her and thought it was so artful the way the streetlight from outside softly illuminated the side of her face. He felt this inexplicable urge to hold her close to himself. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he was just too familiar with sleeping alone with a heavy heart.

Carefully, he pulled her onto his chest and started to stroke her hair. He noted how she didn’t smell like fruit or flowers like he expected. Rather, it was similar to the warm towels she lent him on the first day they met. There wasn’t a specific name for it. He decided it was just inexplicably Mac.

“I know you think I’m this happy go lucky dude, but I would personally know what it feels like to be lonely with no one to talk to. So take my word when I say that I think you’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”

He continued combing through her hair while talking. “I feel that people like us tend to be too hard on ourselves even when we shouldn’t.”

At this point Mackenzie was barely awake. Among other things, she was very grateful to be in bed but she was also very drunk and exhausted.

“Thanks for the motivational speech, but you barely even know me, Mark Lee.”

“You’re right.”

“Life sucks”

“Mhmm… you could say that.”

“Look at our best friends hooking up while we figure out our shit. How come they have it all figured out?”

“Or maybe they don’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we’re all just figuring it out and some of us are just pretty good at making it look easier.”

An elongated silence took root right then. Mark thought he was very much mistaken in thinking he could do much for Mackenzie. His gaze fell on her still form on his chest.

Who was he to play knight in shining armor when he couldn't even fight his own demons?

How many times had he struggled with being told that his own problems were insignificant?

How many times had he believed those people whose voices took up residence in his own mind?

Mark couldn’t even count.

“You aren’t God.” His mother would tell him. Sometimes he found it unfair that he never missed a Sunday at church growing up but still bad things happened to good people.

He closed his eyes, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol drag him under. Mackenzie shifted, nuzzling closer to Mark’s chest. On instinct he held her body closer to his own relishing in the warmth they shared.

“I think you’d make a very cute puppy, Mark. For the record, I think you'll go to dog heaven and human heaven.” Mackenzie murmured against Mark before finally succumbing to sleep. He was still for a moment, the tiny part of his still working conscious trying to make sense out of what she’d said.

He chuckled softly to himself upon recalling her question about dogs earlier.

Out of all things He thought to himself as he finally gave into slumber.

Maybe he would live to fight another day.

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haechurch · 2 years

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mark lee is literally that type of bf who would do a LOT of physical touch and adores his s/o like tHIS

and who wouldnt love him for that☹

#i love the way renjun is mostly their object of love attack lol #sigh #mark lee :(#mark lee soft hours

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markiemelon · 1 month

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hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed

Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy

focus

genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!

pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader

4:18pm — ♡

“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”

that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”

you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.

“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.

it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…

“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.

“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.

mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.

“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”

you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”

“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.

“i—uhh”

“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.

you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”

with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.

and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”

“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”

“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.

“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.

he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.

he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..

“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.

focus.

“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.

focus.

“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.

suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.

“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.

mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.

almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.

“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.

“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pencil, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.

“um, mark?”

“yeah?”

“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”

he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”

“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.

mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.

at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…

a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.

once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…

“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”

he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”

your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”

mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.

later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.

“okay, tell me the answer to number 4.”

you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”

mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”

what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.

“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”

“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.

you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.

when he didn’t respond, you continued.

“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.

“yes, mark, i’m into you.”

he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.

you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”

he tapped his pencil more aggressively.

you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”

annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.

“no, i mean on this.”

“on what?”

he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.

“i need you to focus on me.”

this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.

-🍉

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mystverse · 1 month

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09:16 PM

PAIRING : Mark Lee × Fem Reader

WARNINGS : It's just fluff

"Minhyung! stop carving our names in trees." You scold him as he continues writing both of your initials together for the 5th time in different trees in the way to your destination, which is actually a stream near the woods. Mark pouts at your slightly harsh tone, "But, they are memories!" he reasons, his cute little pout still there, and your hard façade falters for second.

"We can come back when we're older to reminisce about this day." Mark continues, as he runs around to find another beautiful tree to carve your names together, but the sentence makes you still, "You think we'd grow old together?" you asks, eyes glittering under the moonlight.

"Of course! I'd never let you live in peace." Mark chuckles. The way the laugh affects your mind is indescribable, and he turns around with a grin that holds so much love. He tugs at your hand, dragging you towards the tree, and he lightly stumbles in his steps but you pull him to you, to kiss his small lips that fits into yours perfectly, "I love you, Lee Minhyung. I love you damn too much." you whisper, and he flushes, muttering a quiet "me too."

: MYST

#nct #mark lee smut #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #nct angst #nct fluff #nct hard thoughts #mark hard hours #mark lee #mark #mark lee drabbles #mark lee hard thoughts #mark lee hard hours #mark lee soft hours #mark lee fluff

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yongislong · 1 year

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staring + dreamies.

genre: when you catch the dreamies staring at you hehe, fluff, suggestive but not rly pft

note: hiiiiii... how yall doinnnnn.... :D

mark... genuinely cant help it LMAOO he cant!! he just needs to look at you sometimes. brings him a lot of comfort. you have also gotten used to him spacing out and looking your way while you just sit on your phone or laptop. his hand finds itself onto you hair/head every once in a while. is so considerate so he would for sure fix your mascara, lipstick or pick off an eyelash if he "saw something on your pretty little face" hehe. used to get flustered when you caught him staring but has grown more confident and you've grown used to him needing a glimpse of your profile huehuehue

renjun... wants to memorize you!!!!! corny yes but dear god he has to have you down to memory! he knows he's never letting you go but it's inevitable for him to want to drink up your expressions, pores, spots and individual hairs. likes to watch you in your natural habitats. has always said that your concentration face is the cutest thing he's ever seen. all of these things come in especially handy when he can't sleep. he's drawn you a million times. he has sketchbooks soley dedicated to you and your face pfttt. when you catch him staring he just smiles really brightly! so cute.... does a cute little "hiiii" too AHHHHH

jeno... what a shy manly man omg... would get a kick out of watching you be cute and cooking or stuff. very domestic! likes looking at you because he really think you're the prettiest most gorgeous and lovely person on earth, effortlessly! is honestly just staring in awe. traces your nose bridge whenever you lay on chest. mutters "wow..." a thousand times under his breath. will end up missing big scenes in movies because of this HAHA, you think it's endearing but you're also like!!! jen please watch katniss literally destroy president snow lol i promise it's more interesting (he disagrees)

haechan... oh boy. he is so annoying about it oh my god lmfaooo. just does it to fluster you and sometimes he just can't help but look at you though. likes to pinch your arm to get your attention in order for you to look back at him HAHA, especially when he's doing it because he wants to give you a compliment, "well hello there pretty, come here often?" likes kissing your cheek (and neck) after they get dusted pink. pokes your cheeks when he staring too, just a big cheek guy imo!! peppers you in smooches, gets flustered when you catch him sometimes... especially if he's looking at you from across the room. sends you a smile

jaemin... oh my god he just loves your face its actually so sickening! like ugh!!! he loves watching your mouth move, v enticing lol. his hands subconsciously find their way to to your lower lip. his hands always land on your thighs as well lol. looooves to stare at you in the morning or when you're sleepy because your puffed out face is the best thing to him. whenever you catch him, he is so confident, especially when you question him about it, he's like "why can't i stare at my gorgeous partner... freak.... you can't just look like that and expect me not to be obsessed with you" so sassy... but is actually so genuine sometimes it almost makes you cry

chenle... GGAAAHHHHHH so cocky!!! but it hits different because he will stare you down so hard and will lean in super close and run his eyes all over your features but when you look his face breaks out into the cutest little whisker smile in the world, just for funzies, mumbles out an exasperated "...cute......" mostly does it to fuck with you but it's a win win for him tbh, but won't admit it. is always staring at you because he can, but also because he always wants to make sure you're safe esp in public. has mastered understanding your facial expressions and tics.

jisung... "nothin... you just looked cute." simp nation. is actually more confident than he lets on. you realize this when he leans down to cover what you're looking at after he's been staring and not realizing it. yknow what i mean? like he's so tall so if he's watching you make breakfast or something and he's been staring for a while, he would bend down to have his face within your line of vision. what a cutie lol. you always pull his cheek when you catch him staring and he has to pretend he doesn't like it all while he's smiling and giggling AHA. likes to stare at you because he has to remind himself that you're real and that he has you all to himself <3

oh ma goshh hiiiiii haha ummm im still getting used to writing blurbs and headcanons again so sorry! was watching hunger games while writing this so HAHA, enjoy! i missed you guys!

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luvyeni · 1 year

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hihi can i req nct dream + innocent physical touch like playing with their fingers while they're watching something or like long hugs where they dont speak anything just comfortable silence and love AH IM GONG CRAZY FLUFF HOURS ALWAYS GETS ME

—｛🎂｝INNOCENT TOUCHES; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 566

warnings. lots of kisses , tooth rotten fluff

synopsis. cute and innocent physical touches with the dreamies

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ kisses while he's playing the guitar !

you stood in the door way , watching your boyfriend play the guitar. "baby." he whined. "why are you standing there just watching?" you smiled , walking over to him , sitting on the bed. "i'm sorry , you just look so cute , playing the guitar." his ears where red , making you laugh. "i was just playing a song random song." you placed your hand on his knee , rubbing it softly. "it's beautiful." you planted a soft kiss on his lips. "another one." he whispered , you smiled kissing his soft lips again.

"i love you so much."

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ wrapping your arms around his waist while he paints !

"hi baby." he felt your arms wrap around his waist. "you need anything?" you shook your head. "i just wanted to feel you." he hummed. "do you want to paint with me?" you declined politely , he nodded continuing on with what he was doing. after a while he put the paint brush away , turning around facing you now. "do you like it?" you nodded. "it's beautiful." you kissed his nose and he giggled , ears red.

"so are you."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ playing with his hair while he plays mobile video games !

you scrolled through tiktok while jeno played games on his phone with his head in your lap. growing bored , you turned your phone off , running your fingers through his hair , he sighed softly signaling that he liked it. , you smiled doing it again , getting the same reaction. he paused the game, lifting his head up smiling at you. you giggled , bending down kissing his waiting lips.

"i love you so much"

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ sitting in his lap while he plays video games !

you threw your bag on the floor of your room, sighing. "hey baby." haechan sat in his gaming chair. "what's wrong?" he noticed your sad face. "tired, i got a bad mark on this test." you took off all your clothes , putting his sweatshirt on. "i just want to hug you." you climbed into his lap , resting your head in his neck. "you want me to turn the game off?" you kisses his jaw , shaking your head. "no, its fine ." he kissed the crown of your head , getting back to his game , you slowly drifted off to sleep. "shut the fuck up , and play the game right!" haechan shushed jeno , kissing your sleeping head.

"be quiet, my baby had a bad day and she's sleeping right now."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ holding hands while watching a film !

jaemin watched you, with your head in his lap, laughing at the movie, in front of you with the biggest smile on his face. he grabbed your hand playing with your fingers separated them, playing with your freshly painted nails. you looked up at him with a smile, lacing your fingers together , turning back to watch the movie. he placed little kisses on your knuckles , then leaning to kiss your forehead.

"love you"

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ cuddling in the morning !

your eyes fluttered open as you felt chenle leaving little kisses against your neck, you tried to be quiet but you just couldn't help but giggle. "i knew you were up." he whispered kissing you again, and you turned around facing him , he pulled you close to him , if that was even possible , your head on his chest. you both quietly traced circles on each others arm , he bent down to kiss your cheek.

"i want to stay like this all day."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ long hugs after a bad day !

you were cleaning up the kitchen when the door opened. you turned around , frowning as your boyfriend walked in , head low as he took his shoes off. you could tell he had a bad day as he looked to you with sad sleepy eyes. you put the last dish away , walking over to him , letting his tall frame crash into yours. you listen to his heartbeat as you both stood their in silence. he tried to speak , but you stopped him, whispering.

"you dont have to say anything , i got you."

©️LUVYENI

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