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daintydoie · 1 year

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living double lives

pairing: mark lee × lee haechan/donghyuck (markhyuck/mahae)

wc: 9.7k || oneshot

tags: alternate universe - college/university, strangers to lovers, asexual! haechan, fluff and angst, nct dream ensemble, two bros homoerotically playing basketball

language: english

excerpt

“What happened to you?” Renjun looks at Donghyuck’s weary expression. “Chenle kept beating me last night.” He replies while chuckling, he can’t let Renjun know the real reason. “Slept at two again. At this point, these eye bags are a part of me.”

The two see Jaemin approaching them. “Have you guys heard?”

“Heard what?” Renjun asks. “Mark’s older brother is throwing a party tonight.”

“Who?” Donghyuck tilts his head, he can’t tell if he’s never heard that name before or he’s just sleep deprived. “There’s someone named Mark in this class?” “Yes, Mark Lee. As in the one in the dean’s list. His older brother is a senior and he’s throwing a party at their house, are you guys going?”

Donghyuck is hesitant. Although he’s incredibly loud and sociable, big parties aren’t really his thing. Too many people to socialise with, it’ll just drain him. But gaming might not make him feel better considering he was doing it last night when his mom yelled at him. Perhaps he’ll need something stronger, something that will make him feel alive and forget all his problems.

“...Will there be alcohol?” “Of course there’s alcohol, Haechan.” “Then I’m in.”

The three of them get into Jaemin’s car and drive to the venue. They arrived and walked to the front door, which the host’s little brother answered. Mark was dressed in a light blue denim jacket with a striped shirt and black jeans, and politely welcomed them to the party. “It’s kinda loud here so if it gets too overwhelming, you guys can go outside.” Mark tells them while covering his ears. Donghyuck giggled at him. “Out of all of us, I think it’s you who needs to go outside the most.” After greeting each other, Mark goes to their front yard while Jaemin and Donghyuck search for the alcohol, Renjun trailing behind them.

More and more people arrive at the party, and the house becomes incredibly packed. Donghyuck stands by the fridge pouring soju into his cup when Renjun sits on the counter next to him. “See anyone you like?” Renjun gets the soju from him and pours some into his own cup. Donghyuck downs his drink. “Why? What would I do if I did?” “This house has a lot of spare rooms, I bet people are already in them.” Donghyuck punches Renjun’s shoulder while making a disgusted expression. “In someone else’s house?! Isn’t that kinda weird?” “People do it regardless.”

Donghyuck shudders at that thought. “I already told you, I’m not into that kind of stuff.” He takes the soju bottle back. “I’m here for this, and this alone.”

“What about Mark?” “...What do you mean?” “Were you flirting with him earlier?” “Flirting? I just said one thing and he laughed. You see, I’m just a naturally funny person. It’s not because I’m interested in him or in anybody.” He opens the fridge again to grab another bottle. “Who’s got time for that anyway?”

“A lot of people do, Haechan. But I understand that it's not your thing.” Renjun downs his drink and gets down from the counter. “I’ll go and make sure Jaemin isn’t making a fool of himself.”

Donghyuck always knew that he was like this since high school, he never understood the appeal of one night stands, hookups, or sex in general. Not that he’s shaming others for doing so, but it’s not something that appeals to him. He’s accepted that part of himself, but there’s still this feeling that he’s missing out somehow. Most, if not all, of his friends have had their first kisses and partners throughout college. He thinks about it often, but alas, no one has piqued his interest yet.

Once he loses sight of Renjun, a feeling of emptiness starts to settle in. The house may be full of people, but to Donghyuck, they were all faceless figures. Even if he has his friends, the feeling is still there. He could laugh so hard that day, and come back home with that same emptiness. He doesn’t understand it either. Is there something wrong with him? Is that why he’s not growing up like the rest of his friends? Is that why his mom berated him last night? Maybe there is something wrong with him, but what is it? How can he fix that? Or is it too late to do that?

“No. I shouldn’t be like this. Not here. Not when there’s so many people.” He thought to himself. The alcohol isn’t hitting him yet. He grabs another soju from the fridge, opens it, and drinks it straight from the bottle. I’m sure the host won’t mind if he takes it home. If alcohol can numb the emptiness in his heart just for tonight, then it’s better than feeling anything else. After a few minutes, it started to settle in. Donghyuck could barely hear the blasting music or even stand straight. He takes one last bottle from the fridge and clumsily moves past everyone. He goes out past the front yard and starts walking with no destination in mind. He keeps going, occasionally having to hold onto the street lamps to regain his balance. He just giggles to himself, he’s so drunk out of his senses that he doesn’t realise someone has been following him this whole time.

He turns back to see someone in a striped shirt frantically pacing after him. He seems to be yelling something, but Donghyuck couldn’t read his lips. “Oh Mark!” He recognises him in his drunken state. “What are you doing here? Actually I wanna ask you something! Who the hell is dean and why are you trying so hard to be on their list?!” While Donghyuck laughs at his lame joke, Mark keeps calling out to him, but he doesn’t hear. “I can’t hear you! It’s pointless Mark, just go back to the party! I’ll be okay!” It doesn’t take long for his vision to suddenly black out, and he feels his body hit the cold pavement.

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4everhyucks · 1 year

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girl u r so valid for that bc SAME! I am a loyal taeil stan but this year markhyuck just FLEW up my bias list!!!! taeil is still my number one but omg if mark isn't stealing my heart rn 💔 he's so perfect 🥲

skhghk I'm glad you enjoyed it hehe I loved mammons chapter sm and it also made me realise I have a money kink. the same w jisungs fic, I was so self–conscious about it but at least I discovered I may be into werewolf/scenting play lolll, like...the licking??? shouldn't make me as excited as it does but oh my lord it's so hot 🥵

THE WAY I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH LIVE UR TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE OF THE HANDS LIKE ALL YOU NEEDED TO SAY WAS HANDS AND ID BE LIKE "YEAH IK WHICH ONE" fr I am so excited for that bc I am massively into threesomes lately. I am so ready for soft dom!jisung 💞🤧

also babe did u delete all ur old works bc ur masterlist is empty ☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹

and I totally get what you mean about the longer fics, I just want to keep writing more too. writing for nct is so much fun, there's no limits just like nct themselves hehe. I'm wishing you all the best with your writings and I can't wait to read them!!!! I know they'll be amazing no matter how long or short they are!!!

aah the doyoung fic, I don't want to spoil too much but it's a reunited lovers au and enemies/exes to lovers (?). the backstory is that doyoung betrayed yn and her life was ruined bc of him, but she returns five years later for her best friends wedding and well... he still loves her but she doesn't know if she should forgive and forget, or expose him and ruin his life. and did I mention the best friend is his sister?? so yeah, lots of drama!!! I really need to get to writing so I can finish it!!!!

tbh all of nct dream is stealing my heart rn.. for a minute its jaemin, then jeno, THEN JISUNG, THEN CHENLE.. YOU GET IT. also, i read a werewolf!jisung oneshot by @loudstan and it was AMAZING i just keep going back to it.. AND YOUR 00LINE FIC TOO 😭 im afraid ill never be able to get out of this nct rabbit hole. idk how you always think of these amazing plots paired w the amazing smut 🤚🏻im so bad at writing 3somes tho.. hopefully it turns out as filthy as i want it to be. and omg the doyoung fic.. I GENUINELY CANT WAIT FOR IT!! I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE. take your time and i hope it turns out the way u want it to be <3 ILY

right i forgot to add the link to my old mlist

actually i was thinking ab creating a new blog and that would be for my nct content, this could be my genshin one.. cause im starting to play the game again

#jellymoonbear #loving jelly hours #inbox

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wh6res · 3 years

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one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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enjennie · 2 years

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sugar high (l.mk & l.dh)

pairing: mark x haechan

genre: bit of angst, load of fluff.

"you came!" mark beams, breaking out into a jog with a bright smile that illuminates the large stadium.

"i'm the student body president, mark. i need to be here," haechan deadpans, clearly not mirroring mark's energy.

the older boy giggles uncontrollably while finding his spot behind haechan and bouncing on his feet. maybe it was the fact that his boyfriend was here or the candies he and jaemin stole from the concession stand were now giving him a sugar rush.

"i like to think you came here for me," mark rests his head against haechan's shoulder.

the hot-headed president keeps his arms crossed and eyebrows knitted as he closely monitors the venue with eyes like a hawk. today was the annual sports day and not even with his boyfriend's playful energy could haechan ease up. this event was put in his responsibility and if the timeline isn't followed, it'll lead to a catastrophe.

"not now, mark," haechan leans and shrugs him off, an action which he didn't think much of. that's until he turns and sees mark's disheartened expression.

"alright. well, i have to go to a race. see you later," mark straightens up and leaves without waiting for haechan's reply.

the brown haired boy instantly regrets pushing away the only person that can withstand him. he watches as mark regroups with a few classmates, namely jungwoo and jaehyun, for the track.

haechan has to make up for it, or else he'll have even more things to worry about for the entire duration of the event.

bang! the pistol being fired signifies the beginning of the race.

jungwoo being the first runner is off to a great start and is already ahead of the other students. his long legs give him an advantage. it's not long before jungwoo passes it to jaehyun, who widens the gap even more and is now running towards mark, the last runner.

however, the boy couldn't help but look over to the stands where he'd last seen his boyfriend, only to find no sign of him. mark felt his heart sink.

"dude!" jaehyun had finally reached mark, pushing the baton into his hands but due to the younger being distracted, he lags a little and falls behind the other passing opponents.

"the race is so close! with class 12-7 falling behind, 12-1 has now taken the lead!" he can hear the commentators through the surround sound speakers.

mark felt sorry to his teammates for letting them down, and he can feel his energy draining inside him as they get closer to the finish line.

but that's when he sees him.

the chestnut brown hair that he wouldn't miss in a room full of people, he was by the finish line carrying some sort of banner.

'MARK LEE YOU'RE THE BEST' it reads, the text is bright and vibrant and is written in many colors.

mark feels his spirit immediately lift, using a reserve of energy he didn't know he had to gain on the other runners and bolt towards the end. where his beginning, present and end awaited him.

"mark, come on!" haechan yells, waving the paper violently. the other class were fighting for their lives as to not let mark take the lead, but he eventually does.

when mark passes the finish line he doesn't stop running. he goes towards the boy waiting for him before engulfing him in a hug. he was sweaty, and short of breath but mark has never felt so relieved.

"what took you so long?" haechan pulls away, shyly folding the paper in his hands. "i had to stand with that sign the whole time,"

mark lets out a laugh, smiling fondly at haechan. he might be busy, irritable and cold sometimes, but haechan sure did make his heart race faster than any competition ever did.

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nominnation · 3 years

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Masterlist

To make things easier for readers (and myself) to find all of my fics, I have compiled a masterlist to organize everything.

Series

Qian Manor

With 23 boys of various different species living together without knowing, things can be a little tense a chaotic.

Kept Secrets - JohnTen

Synopsis: Ten has a secret. A big secret. A secret that creates black, inky tattoo’s all over his arms and causes a giant beast to have tea party’s in the middle of the forest. With this secret comes great hurt and anxiety about his boyfriend, Johnny, finding out. Little does Ten know that Johnny has a secret too, and Johnny’s secret will lead him to finding out Ten’s. If only Ten had listened to Kun.

Of Fins and Tails - DoeJae

Synopsis: Doyoung has a rocky past. A dangerous and deadly past. One that haunts him because, try as he might, he can't escape it. Perhaps he should come clean about his past to his boyfriend. But what if he has passed the appropriate time to reveal such baggage?

How will Jaehyun feel when he finds out that the man he loves is far more complicated than any human?

Requests

A Wilted Flower - Jaemin x Jeno

Synopsis: Jaemin wasn't expecting to find the love of his life while stopping to get flowers for his dying mother, but that's exactly what happened. Only problem is, Jaemin doesn't realize the peril that Jeno's life is in until it's too late.

Multi-ships One-Shots

Shard of Broken Things - Jaemin x Renjun

Synopsis: Renjun and Jaemin went to high school together. They were the best of friends, but after high school, they went their separate ways. Now, Renjun is investigating the mysterious deaths in the city with his partner, Jeno, and Jaemin is piercing veins with his teeth and dumping the bodies in dumpsters at midnight. What happens when they meet again? Will Renjun discover Jaemin’s secret?

Breathe - MarkHyuck

Synopsis: How much would it take for Haechan to break? How much more stress could his body take? He wished it could be over already. He longed for them just to leave him alone. Even for just a moment. His hopes continued to go unanswered. Two promotions. Two groups. Running around the company all night. No food. No sleep. How much longer would he last in these conditions. With Mark no longer in his shoes, things were even harder. His best friend could no longer be there when he felt the world was going to end from the weight piling up on his fragile shoulders. Mark knew more than Haechan realized, though. And he’d discover that even through the worst of circumstances, the boy was never out of reach.

#nct series #nct fanfic #nct masterlist #oneshots #requests #asks open #bxblove #johnten #markhyuck #doejae #Johnny x Ten #mark x haechan #Doyoung x Jaehyun #Jaemin x Renjun #jaemin x jeno

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irtza · 4 years

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can i please live in a studio ghibli film

#howl's moving castle #i watched it today and wow #i really want to write a yuta oneshot w him as howl now #honestly too many ideas #but im a procrastinator #i also have a thousand other wips #should i post smth on here #my only two oneshots are of jungkook and markhyuck lol #i did start a tumblr to write more #maybe #idk #who wants to come live w me in a studio ghibli film please #addztingz

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thewonandonly · 5 years

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[12:44am] you didn’t expect a phone call at almost 1 in the morning but you still picked it up.

“hello?” you answered sweetly.

a raspy voice came across the phone and you couldn’t help but laugh at their bold move to try and scare you, “what’s your favorite scary movie?” they teased.

you rolled your eyes, “very funny, taeyong. you know i don’t watch scary movies. i know you have that voice changing thing for you costune this halloween.”

“i don’t know what you’re thinking but this isn’t taeyong.” the voice said, “no, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“nice try, dick.” you hung up the phone, turning back to your television show. the phone rang again, and you sighed, picking it up, “listen, fucker, if you don’t leave me alone, i’m going to have the police trace your number.”

“woah, chill, y/n,” this time it was actually taeyong, his raspy voice, “why’d you call me?”

“i didn’t call you.”

“you did. like, two seconds ago, from your house phone.”

you wanted to ignore it, but you couldn’t. someone was in the house with you.

a tap against the glass was heard, and you glanced over, catching someone dressed in a black robe and a white mask that almost replicated edvard munch’s composition “the scream”. he stood behind the glass, waving a silver knife.

“taeyong, please don’t hang up.” you cried.

“its one in the morning, y/n. i’m tired.” he complained, but he didn’t make any move to hang up, “what’s wrong?”

but his question fell onto deaf ears as you began to back away from the glass in hopes you’ll get away, but, a thin wire wrapped around you throat, and you collapsed from the lack of oxygen.

ghostface!markhyuck sighed in relief as a thanks for you going down easy.

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https-orion · 4 years

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Exhausted | MarkHyuck

Para Mark, Donghyuck era lo único que necesitaba después de un agotador día de trabajo. Él era su hogar, su lugar al cual regresar.

Mark iba de camino a su hogar.

Se encontraba en el transporte público después de un largo día, simplemente se sentía agotado.

El pelinegro se encontraba pensando que lo único que quería era llegar a su habitación y dormir por años, no le importaba si la cama estaba hecha o no. Estaba muy cansado para eso.

Cuando se dio cuenta, el autobús había pasado su parada. Justo lo que faltaba.

Al bajar, caminó solo por la acera. Finalmente llegó a casa.

Al abrir la puerta, se deshizo de sus zapatos, tirándolos por algún lado en el recibidor, soltando un suspiro de alivio. Finalmente estaba en casa.

Al escuchar la puerta abrirse, un alegre castaño salió en pijamas a recibir a su pareja. Lo extrañó demasiado.

Al ver a Donghyuck, Mark sonrió con ternura y envuelve sus brazos alrededor de él. Todo el cansancio que sentía iba desapareciendo para irse a algún lugar lejano.

Donghyuck correspondió el abrazo, murmurando un suave -bienvenido a casa, Mark-.

Donghyuck notó la cansada sonrisa que Mark le dedicó. De alguna manera hizo sentir a su corazón pesado.

Mientras su mano daba tenues caricias en su espalda, preguntó con una voz calmada -¿tuviste un largo día?-.

Mark dejó salir un cansado suspiro al sentir el suave toque de su pareja. Respondiendo casi con un susurro -sí-.

El castaño deshizo el abrazo, escuchando un gruñido en protesta saliendo de los labios de su pareja. Quería sentir su tacto un poco más.

Donghyuck quería amenar el largo día de Mark, así que decidió llenarlo de pequeños detalles que pudieran hacerlo sentir mejor.

Donghyuck tomó la mano de Mark y lo dirigió a la sala de estar, para sentarlo en el pequeño sofá y dejar un casto, dulce y corto beso en sus labios. Un beso que transmitía calidez.

Un gato blanco se posicionó en el regazo de Mark, ronroneando, mientras el pelinegro pasaba una mano por su suave pelaje. Mark sonrió ante la acción de aquel felino.

El castaño sonrió enternecido ante aquella escena. Para después dirigirse al cuarto de baño y llenar la tina con agua caliente, encender velas aromáticas con olor a vainilla y agregar algunas sales de baño. Quería tomar cuidado de su pareja, hacer que todo su cansancio desapareciera.

Cuando Donghyuck estaba hundido en sus pensamientos, Mark entró y lo abrazó por la espalda, haciendo que se sobresaltara un poco por la repentina acción. Haciendo reír a su pareja por aquella reacción que le pareció tan tierna.

Mark dejó un perezoso beso en la mejilla del castaño, apretando su agarre, mientras susurraba en su oído con una sonrisa un suave -te amo-.

En respuesta, Donghyuck tomó la mano de Mark, dejando un delicado beso en esta, y susurrando un pequeño -yo también te amo-.

Con un sonrisa en su rostro, el pelinegro preguntó -¿hiciste esto para mí?-.

Los ojos de Donghyuck se iluminaron mientras respondía un -sí-.

La forma en la que sus ojos se iluminaron hizo que Mark sintiera mariposas revoloteando en su estómago. Simplemente lo amaba demasiado.

-Mark, ¿podrías entrar a la tina?, p-por favor-. Habló el castaño con un toque de nerviosismo, haciéndolo lucir como un niño pequeño. Cosa que derritió el corazón de Mark.

-Claro-. Dijo el castaño dispuesto a desabotonar su camisa, pero las manos de su pareja lo detuvieron.

Mark, con cierto rastro de confusión en su rostro, dirigió su mirada hacia Donghyuck, quien habló con un poco de nerviosismo.

-Y-Yo lo haré-. Dijo el castaño con un ligero temblor en su voz. Acción la cual hizo que Mark soltara una ligera risita, para después retirar sus manos y dejar que su pareja se encargara del resto. No sin antes dejar un corto beso en sus labios.

Donghyuck procedió a despojar a Mark de sus prendas. Retirándolas con delicadeza, bajo la atenta mirada de su pareja. Quien no podía dejar de pensar en lo tierno que era.

Después de eso, Mark entró a la tina, sintiendo como sus músculos se relajaban poco a poco.

Donghyuck tomó asiento en el retrete y comenzó a darle al pelinegro un suave masaje, acto que tomó por sorpresa a Mark. Pero no lo molestó.

El castaño detuvo sus acciones para tomar una botella de shampoo, poner un poco en la cabeza de Mark y mover sus dedos sobre esta de forma circular. Mark cerró sus ojos y dejó salir un suspiro, el suave tacto de su pareja lo tranquilizaba.

Pasados unos minutos, Donghyuck tomó una esponja y un poco de jabón, prosiguiendo a tomar el brazo de Mark y restregarlo delicadamente. Siguiendo así con el resto de su cuerpo.

Para Mark, aquello era perfecto, las velas aromáticas, el agua cálida, su pareja cuidando de él. No quería que eso terminara nunca.

Ya que el castaño terminó lo que estaba haciendo, procedió a enjuagar el cuerpo y cabeza de su pareja. Cuando terminó, le dijo a Mark que esperara mientras iba por sus pijamas.

Mientras su pareja salió, Mark se hundió en sus pensamientos. Todos dedicados a Donghyuck, el chico que conquistó su corazón.

Unos minutos después, Donghyuck entró con ropa para Mark. Extendió su mano para ayudarlo a salir de la tina, secarse y vestirse.

Después, sentó al pelinegro en el retrete para tomar el secador de cabello, y comenzar a pasarlo por el húmedo cabello de su pareja. Mientras lo hacía, pudo escuchar un suave suspiro, casi inaudible, por parte de Mark.

Al terminar, Mark tomó a Donghyuck por el mentón y lo acercó a él, para después, dejar un suave beso en su mejilla. Y susurrar en su oído un tenue -gracias-.

Una cálida sonrisa tomó lugar en los labios de Donghyuck mientras decía -no es nada-.

Mark examinó la cara de su pareja, tratando de guardar cada detalle, por más pequeño que fuera. Simplemente lo amaba demasiado, amaba la manera en que hacía sentirlo mejor solo con unas pocas palabras y su hermosa sonrisa. Sonrisa que daría todo para proteger.

El castaño estiró su mano hacia el pelinegro, el cual, la tomó gustoso.

Nuevamente, Donghyuck llevó a su pareja a la sala de estar, un recorrido que hicieron entre pequeñas risas y, de vez en cuando, algunos besos.

El castaño sentó a Mark en el sofá, mientras él se dirigía a la cocina. Esta vez, Mark no se quedó quieto y se dirigió hacia él, siendo seguido por su gato, Zeus.

Al llegar a la cocina, Mark se posicionó detrás de Donghyuck, besando su mejilla y envolviéndolo en sus brazos. Para después, recargar su cabeza en el hueco de su cuello.

Donghyuck dejó salir una pequeña risa, pensando que su pareja parecía un pequeño niño en busca de atención. Atención que, por supuesto, él le daría.

Mark, al escuchar la reacción de su pareja, preguntó con cierto tono divertido -¿Qué es tan gracioso, mi pequeño sol?-. Al terminar de formular aquello, Mark comenzó a repartir pequeños besos en la mejilla del castaño, causando que este riera.

-Nada, sólo que pareces un pequeño niño en busca de atención-. Respondió Donghyuck tratando de no reír por los pequeños besos de Mark.

-No soy un niño pequeño-. Dijo el pelinegro cuando dejó de besar las mejillas del castaño. Para comenzar a hacerle cosquillas.

-Di que no soy un niño pequeño, Lee Donghyuck-. Exigió Mark mientras Donghyuck estaba riendo por sus acciones.

-E-Está b-bien, lo di-diré-. Habló Donghyuck entre risas. -So-Solo suéltame-. Volvió a hablar entre risas.

Mark obedeció a su pareja y lo soltó, mientras Donghyuck trataba de calmar su risa para finalmente decir -No eres un niño pequeño-. Al escuchar aquello, una sonrisa tomó lugar en los labios de Mark, quien abrazó de nueva cuenta a Donghyuck.

El pelinegro amaba aquellos pequeños momentos que tenían, donde sólo eran ellos dos, donde nada más importaba.

Donghyuck se deshizo del agarre de Mark para ir por dos tazas. Aquella acción confundió un poco al pelinegro, el cual simplemente cuestionó -¿Qué vas a hacer, Cariño?-.

-Prepararé un poco de cocoa caliente-. Respondió Donghyuck, como si de la cosa más obvia se tratase.

-Te ayudaré-. Dijo Mark mientras sacaba algunas cosas de un gabinete.

-Nope-. Contestó Donghyuck, poniendo de vuelta en su lugar las cosas que Mark había tomado. -Tú vas a sentarte en el sofá y yo prepararé la cocoa -. Ordenó el castaño a Mark, quien aceptó a regañadientes.

Mark se encontraba en el sofá junto con Zeus, quien reposaba en su regazo. El pelinegro no podía evitar mirar a su pareja de vez en cuando, para él, cada movimiento que hacía era simplemente perfecto. Lo amaba demasiado.

Unos minutos después, Donghyuck se dirigió hacia Mark con dos tazas de cocoa caliente con crema y chispas de arcoíris encima y un plato con galletas de chocolate, los cuales dejó en la pequeña mesa de centro.

Donghyuck tomó asiento junto a Mark, el cual, en cuanto su amado estuvo junto a él. Lo abrazó y besó sus mejillas. Acto que hizo al castaño sonreír.

Zeus bajó del regazo del pelinegro para posicionarse a un costado de Donghyuck. Ronroneando y restregándose con él. El cual respondió acariciándolo.

Mark se levantó del sofá en el que anteriormente se encontraba sentado. Se dirigió hacia la pequeña televisión situada en un mueble de madera.

-¿Qué vas a hacer?-. Cuestionó Donghyuck sin dejar de pasar su mano por el suave pelaje de Zeus.

-Quiero ver dibujos animados-. Respondió Mark sin prestarle demasiada importancia y tomando asiento junto a su novio con el control remoto en mano.

-Todo un niño-. Susurró Donghyuck, dándole un mirada furtiva al pelinegro y sonriendo con un notable cariño. Simplemente lo amaba demasiado.

Para Donghyuck, su pareja asemejaba a un niño pequeño. Sus pequeños hábitos lo hacían parecer uno. Hábitos como arrugar su nariz o aplaudir cuando ríe.

Pequeños hábitos que Donghyuck atesoraba y consideraba una de las cosa más tiernas. Pequeños hábitos que Donghyuck había notado a lo largo del tiempo.

Aquellos pensamientos hicieron aparecer una pequeña sonrisa en los labios de Donghyuck.

Mark volvió a tomar asiento en el sofá, encendiendo el televisor para poner uno de sus dibujos animados favoritos.

-Hora de aventura, llama a tus amigos, vamos a tierras muy lejanas, con Jake el perro y Finn el humano. Y diversión siempre tendrás, hora de aventura-. Repitió Mark en un tono casi inaudible, pero que Donghyuck logró escuchar.

Aquello derritió el corazón de Donghyuck. Simplemente era demasiado tierno para manejarlo.

Mark tomó una de las tazas y comenzó a beber de ella mientras veía la televisión como si fuera lo más interesante del mundo.

Donghyuck imitó su acción, bebiendo distraídamente de la taza, sin notar que un poco de crema batida quedó en la comisura de sus labios.

Al notar esto, el pelinegro tomó el mentón de su pareja entre sus dedos y lo giró hacia él, dejando un pequeño y dulce beso en sus labios.

Aquella acción hizo al corazón de Donghyuck revolotear.

A pesar de el tiempo que llevaban juntos, aquellas muestras de afecto todavía lo hacían sentir como un adolescente enamorado.

Casi sin notarlo, palabras salieron inconscientemente de los labios de Donghyuck, aquellas palabras dedicadas a Mark y sólo a él.

-Te amo-. Dijo El castaño mirando a su pareja a los ojos y denotando todo el cariño que sentía por él con aquellas simples palabras.

-Yo también, te amo demasiado-. Contestó Mark con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja y juntando su frente con la de Donghyuck, disfrutando de aquel momento, donde sólo eran ellos dos.

Después de aquel especial momento, los dos sonrieron, amaban aquellos pequeños momentos, amaban al otro con todo su corazón.

Mientras se encontraban admirándose mutuamente, Zeus maulló buscando atención por parte de la pareja.

-También te amamos, Zeus-. Dijeron ambos chicos al unísono, acto que les causó gracia.

Ambos estaban con Zeus mientras veían dibujos animados, comían galletas y bebían cocoa caliente. Simplemente era perfecto.

Donghyuck estaba pensando mientras sostenía la mano de su amado. Pensaba en el cómo podía amar tanto a alguien, a tal grado que, aquella persona se convirtió en su vida. Amaba a Mark Lee con todas sus fuerzas.

Mientras Donghyuck se encontraba sumido en sus pensamientos, sintió un peso en su hombro. Cuando miró qué era, su corazón dio un vuelco y una sonrisa de cariño se formó en su rostro.

Mark se había quedado dormido en su hombro.

Donghyuck depositó un suave beso en la cabeza de su pareja, susurrando un -buenas noches, te amo-. Mientras lentamente caía en los brazos de Morfeo.

Mark estaba agotado, pero su pareja mejoró todo aquello, Donghyuck era su persona especial, su hogar, su lugar al cual regresar. Lo amaba demasiado. Amaba a su pequeño sol.

#mark lee #MarkHyuck #NCT Mark #Haechan #Donghyuck Lee #NCT Haechan #NCT 127 #NCT U #nct dream #Oneshot #fanfic

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peachyhyunjins · 5 years

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Mine // Markhyuck oneshot

Do you know the spongebob meme where he does the chicken pose and repeats EvErY WoRd LiKe ThiS?

That's how Donghyuck was feeling right now. When he heard those eight words from his art teachers mouth, he wanted to explode. He wanted to run across the room and slap that teacher into a different dimension for trying to set some random girl up with HIS boyfriend.

Mark Lee was probably one of the most handsome guys this school has ever seen, and it annoyed Donghyuck that he couldn't share their relationship with the whole world. Mark wasn't ready to come out yet, and it was okay to Hyuck because he just wanted to be the most loving and understanding first boyfriend that Mark ever had.

"You should take her out for coffee someday, she's a pretty girl don't you think?"

"YoU shOuLD tAkE hEr OuT fOr cOfFEE SoMeDaY" He repeated the same sentence but in a quieter tone so no one would hear it.

"You okay dude?" Well except for this extra smug looking guy who sat next to him, Minho or whatever.

"Yeah I'm fine" He replied stabbing his hand with a pen out of annoyance.

"You don't look fine" Minho replied, looking concerned for Hyucks hand that now had multiple stab marks on it.

"you're gonna end up impaling your hand if you keep doing that, and as cool as it would be to see blood squirting everywhere, I don't want it to get on my clothes because they're pretty expensive" He took the pen out of his hand and handed him a paintbrush with bristles on both ends.

Donghyuck looked at the boy next to him for a second and stood up to walk closer to the teacher pretending to get something from the drawer next to him.

Mark looked uncomfortable. He didn't want to sound rude and turn the girl down but he also didn't want to go out with this girl.

He just shrugged his shoulders and continued working on his piece while Hyuck just made a loud sound of pshh and walked away.

The next day the same thing happened in English class. See not only was this teacher an art teacher, but he also taught English, history and occasionally maths. The school was short for money, so they had to fire a few teachers.

Donghyuck sat next to his friend, Chenle in English because mark did not want to raise any suspicion of them dating so he decided it would be the best if they just sat as far away from each other as possible.

To Donghyuck, this was the stupidest idea Mark had ever come up with.

"So your friend Mina right here is pretty cute right?"

'Uhh, pedo alert??' Was all that was going through Hyucks mind right now.

"Yeah, I guess?" Mark responded not wanting to ignore the girl this time.

"Why don't you want to go out with her then?"

See okay so the reason why this teacher thinks he's some sort of a matchmaker is because he got two people together by basically forcing them to confess their feelings to each other in front of the class, and because those feelings were mutual, they started dating. Now the teacher things that because got a couple together, he's some sort of a matchmaker who knows what they're doing.

Everyone feels extremely uncomfortable when they're being targeted by him though, but no one dares to say anything because that'll make him sad and no one and I mean NO ONE wants to see him sad again.

He got once so sad that instead of keeping the history lesson, he told the whole class about how his wife left and took the kids and the history of their family before any of those complications.

Which is why most students found him annoying.

To Donghyuck, he was the devil trying to take his boyfriend away from him.

Having no pens or pencils around him, he started biting his lip very aggressively to keep him from not saying anything.

Mark felt how there were two holes burning into the back of his neck from Donghyucks staring, and he knew that his boyfriend hated seeing this.

Chenle, on the other hand, was very much enjoying this. See he knew about the secret relationship. So did like three other friends of theirs but they didn't go to the same class with them so they couldn't laugh at Donghyucks misery.

"stop laughing at me" Donghyuck groaned while his face was pressed against his desk.

"I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at the situation you're in" Donghyuck lifted his face in annoyance giving Chenle a look that implied on that he was going to get slapped soon.

During lunchtime, Donghyuck, Mark and Chenle met up with their other friends to just eat together and bully Jisung for doing something stupid again.

"You guys should've seen Hyuck! he looked like he was about to explode" Chenles laugh echoed through the cafeteria.

"Dude shut up it was terrible" He sighed, and Mark just smiled at him.

He just wanted to hold hands with his boyfriend and be all cuddly but Mark WaSnT ReAdY.

"I am sad" He frowned and mark just kind of grabbed his hand from under the table and shot him an apologetic look.

"It's okay, Mark you don't have to look sorry" He smiled.

During maths, it was when Donghyuck finally lost it.

Banging his head against the wall next to him seemed like a good idea until he felt like he lost half of his brain cells.

He only finally stopped it when Renjun texted the 'Heteros + mark & haechan' group chat saying that someone needs to stop the poor boy from losing any more brain cells than he has already lost.

Donghyuck flipped him off and banged his head against the wall one more time before stopping, but this time it was so loud it distracted everyone for a short second.

"you know, Mina here needs a bit help in maths. Mark, you should tutor her and then ask her out don't you think?" And then it was Marks time to lose it.

"No," He said and stood up.

"What do you mean no? Don't you like Mina?" He looked confused.

"No, I dont. and I think I should tutor this guy here before he loses any more brain cells because of me" he walked up to Donghyuck and pointed at him.

"hi"

"Hey"

"what are you doing?" Donghyuck asked from his boyfriend who now bent down a little bit, just enough to reach his boyfriends face with his own.

"I'm going to show everyone that we're together" He smiled.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" Hyuck was concerned. He didn't want to pressure his boyfriend into doing anything that he wasn't ready for.

"positive," he said and leaned in to kiss his boyfriend in front of everyone. He took a hold of Donghyucks face by cupping it a little bit and after finally what felt like an eternity, Renjun started complaining.

"get a room I don't want to see sinning with my pure innocent eyes"

And they stopped.

"I don't understand," the teacher said while giving the couple in front of him the most confused look ever.

"Mr Kim, I am gay"

"what do you mean you're gay?"

"Homosexual, non-heterosexual, Donghyucks boyfriend, Gay as fuck" Mark could go on and on with the list but he chose not to.

Everyone kept staring at them which made Mark anxious until Minho from the other side of the class started clapping followed by the whole class after that.

"Oh well, then I'm sorry for trying to set you up with Mina. Can I give you two some advice though?" There was a second of silence before he continued.

"I'm just kidding you two can live your own life I'm happy for you" He smiled and continued on telling Donghyucks desk mate to switch seats with mark so the boyfriends could sit together.

The lesson continued on normally after that and Mark felt accepted and glad that he and his boyfriend can now be together like this.

"Hey"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"For doing this" Donghyuck flashed Mark the same smile that made him fall for Hyuck in the first place.

"You're welcome, I love you"

"I love you too"

Hehe this is my fist fanfic I've ever posted on here but I hope you guys like it. It's heavily inspired by this one nomin fanfic that I can't seem to find anywhere anymore and I'm kinda sad :(

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ohhmydyosfics · 8 months

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(Markhyuck) Mata-fome

Mark Lee and the word "girl".

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/47830210

#Mata-fome #Markhyuck #Mark #Minhyung #Haechan #Donghyuck #NCT #NCT U #NCT 127 #NCT Dream #fanfic #oneshot #bisexuality #character study #fave

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09yards · 5 years

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7 - Houston, I have so many problems (days gone by - nct)

Days Gone By masterlist | main masterlist - ao3 link

warning: excessive use of italics in this chapter because apparently I felt like it and I've only worked on this during night hours and honestly it probably doesn't make sense because it isn't edited properly okay love you bye now, enjoy the chapter (:

Mark drowns his sorrows in T Swift, Grey's Anatomy and Ben and Jerrys and we talk about Johnny a whole lot and the pressures of school and life decisions.

I’ve got a hundred speeches thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Yeah, after all this time, I’m still into you

Johnny was a good brother, just not exactly role model material. He was protective, but still let you do all the dumb stuff you thought of - like jumping fully clothed in the lake during winter or staying out past curfew because ‘mum will never know, not unless you tell her anyway’ - he was the one there to laugh with you, cry with you, encourage you to do stupid things because you have to live your life. Mark never really understood when Johnny would go on some philosophical rant about how you only get one life, if you aren’t enjoying it then you’re not doing it right.

He wasn’t constantly thinking about what to do next, how if he did this or that then this would happen. Mark was confused by it in all honestly, he couldn’t comprehend that Johnny studied for fun, wanted to do well not because he felt he had to but because he wanted to. Mark never felt like he made choices purely for himself, he did it for other people or because that’s what he was supposed to do. It wasn’t just academics, Mark was nice to everyone, he it his tongue when he really wanted to correct someone on their opinions (everyone is entitled to their own opinions but the guy was just plain wrong, zero factual basis for his arguments). Mark liked being in control of his own thoughts and feelings, he liked dictating his own life, for once. He just didn’t know how to regain control. He wanted to stop doing things for others, he wanted to be a little selfish – wanted to make himself happy first. He didn’t realise there was absolutely nothing selfish about that at all.

And then, as stupid as it may sound, Mark started binging Grey’s Anatomy. The medical drama was a major turning point for the sixteen-year-old (at the time), taught him about how he wanted to help people, how he wanted to make a difference to people’s lives. He remembers sitting down and talking to Johnny about it, about how he felt like he’d found his calling. Sure, if anyone asked him now, he’d tell people that he fell in love with medicine as a young child, always playing doctors with his teddy bears and seeing his mum go to work every day, not that Sandra Oh being the magnificent actress she is, made him want to learn more and more about the field, thus he pulled an all-nighter googling different medical pathways and finding what was right for him – and how.

Johnny was there for all the big decisions in his life. Johnny was there when Mark didn’t realise you were supposed to ‘come out’ if you were anything but straight (frankly, he strongly believed in the idea that no ones sexuality should be pre-determined and that no one should feel the need to define who they are - like that clip in ‘Love, Simon’ which prompted Jisung, Hyuck, Renjun and Jaemin all telling him to shut up when he went on a rant about how assuming someone’s sexuality is wrong and how coming out shouldn’t just be for the non-heterosexual) and in the midst of his first full-on breakdown over his burgeoning crush on Daniel from year 10 maths, Mark had said ‘he’ around thirty-two times, give or take a few (yes, Johnny had counted just to be sure), and only then had it truly dawned on Johny that this was it, this is the closest Johnny was getting to an ‘I-am-gay-and-this-is-me-coming-out-to-you’ moment. Honestly, it’d made Johnny quite proud - his mother was an avid supporter of the community and they’d grown up completely aware that any and all love was love, nothing wrong with any of it and those who believed otherwise didn’t deserve a lollipop (sue him, he was only eight and that was their mum’s way of describing people who were arseholes without calling them bad names). Johnny was there when Mark, sweating nervously and disgustingly clammy-handed, told them how he wanted to follow in their mothers (actually Meredith Grey’s, not that he was going to tell his mum that) footsteps and become a doctor too. Why he was so nervous, he’ll never really know nor understand.

Especially not when Johnny picked him up and twirled him around in a hug shouting about how his little brother is going to be a doctor, Johnny always was one for theatrics, their mum on the other hand gave her usual warm-hearted smile, said she’d support him no matter what and wrapped him up in one of her bear-hugs. She always gave the best hugs, they simply felt like home, like no matter what you’d be safe.

Jisung smiled, too young to really care and didn’t understand why Mark had made some big deal about it – “it’s just a degree, you could buy one online for like a hundred pounds instead”. Yes, Jisung spent too much time on the internet, Mark really didn’t want to know what the majority of his time on there was spent doing. Honestly, Mark had him pegged as some sort of edgy Tumblr teen running an insanely successful blog for a book-turned-tv-or-movie series so the majority of his time was probably devoted to reading (that Mark knew) and watching and then reviewing the episodes. It was somewhat worrying the amount Mark had thought about this, was he a multi-fandom blogger or did he just stick to one? What was he watching? Shadowhunter’s? Harry Potter? Sherlock? So, many, questions. But hey, it wasn’t Marks business to know. If he’d just asked Jisung he’d be aware of the youngers multiple blogs, one dedicated to his love of kpop and idols with dimples, the other dedicated to reviewing and just general chatting and fan theories about his favourite book series turned movie/TV shows, Mark wasn’t as far off as he’d like to believe.

With everything that was happening with Hyuck, or rather lack thereof, Mark was desperate to feel at least somewhat in control of his life. Desperate to feel like he was doing something that mattered, like he was working toward something. One thing Mark could always rely on is that all of his friends and family, among other things, would describe him as a workaholic. As much as Mark loved to attempt to dispute this, he couldn’t. It was the truth and being the emotionally constipated teenager that he is – what better way to deal with your emotions that not doing so and instead throwing yourself into schoolwork? Mark was a broken human in many ways, in many ways he was just normal. Just like any other teenager feeling like they didn’t have their lives under control, feeling like they had to make life altering and affirming decisions at the age of sixteen or seventeen. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t feel fair at least. It didn’t feel fair that he couldn’t have some cute teenage love story like in the movies, didn’t feel fair that he had to submit his university applications by mid-October when everyone else got to wait until December, didn’t feel fair that everyone else had their soulmates or were finding them left and right but he was stuck.

It was stupid and selfish but he wanted to feel upset. He wanted to feel like he’d lost something rather than just admitting the plain truth that Donghyuck just didn’t like him back. Not every love story was straight (oh the irony) out of Wattpad and not everyone got their happy ending, at least not yet. So, a very stressed Mark was free to wander mindlessly around his home, mind too occupied with some parallel universe where there’s no such thing as soulmates and everyone possess the ability to fall in love with whomever they wish. Not that that would change much in Mark’s case, but let the guy dream okay? Okay.

Johnny was a good brother. But Johnny was still his brother at the end of the day.

A brother who comes home for the weekend unexpectedly and so his seventeen year old brother believes he’s able to be singing his heart out to wildest dreams by Taylor swift, I break from crying over Mcdreamy’s death, with a pot of Ben and Jerrys fish food (yeah he was in full blown sad mode) in hand and the most over-sized hoodie he could get his hands on, actually wearing his glasses for once and well… Mark was a mess, in peace, but Johnny took the initiative of filming Marks current endeavours before making his presence known by snorting obnoxiously and crumpling into a ball (well as close as Johnny could get to folding his over six foot body into something remotely small) on the floor of their kitchen unable to breathe normally for at least ten minutes and unable to look Mark in the eye for the next two hours while keeping a straight face, as every time it resulted in him wheezing again and managing to get out a “Y-you, you listen,” another wheeze, “to Taylor, the Taylor Swift,” another, stupid, wheeze, “like queen of break up songs when you’re sad? Oh, Mark, where did I go wrong with raising you.” Yeah, not the most pleasant of experiences for Mark, his bright red ears clearly displaying his emotions.

He should be allowed to drown his sorrow in peace, listening to Taylor Swift (and Adele but Johnny didn’t hear his rendition of ‘hello’ so #MarkFirstWin) eating his ice cream and dancing around the kitchen. We’ve all been there and anyone who says they haven’t done some sort of version of this is a down right liar, or just really, really, lucky and hasn’t experienced any form of heartbreak ever.

Nevertheless, this is the same Johnny who then slaps you so hard on the back that it winds you, and then tells you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, “Hey! You know what would be perfect to distract you?” No Johnny, he was taking the Taylor Swift route. Mark just shook his head, his ears tinting red at the memory of Johnny catching him again (yes it was three hours again) and how he would definitely be relaying the message to others. “Well, your uni applications are in, nothing you can do right now to change that. So, I wasn’t going to invite you because I knew you’d say no but now I’m leaving you no choice. As it’s Winwin and Yuta’s birthdays, they’re having a party tonight and you are coming with me.”

“But-“

“Yeah, no buts. You’re coming. Yes, everyone will be there – it’s a family affair. Even Jisung is coming for a bit but I’ve already bought him chocolate milk and put it in the fridge at Yuta’s place.”

“And you’re really going to let me drown my sorrows in alcohol after my birthday party?”

“Sure, after all, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Like Mark said, Johnny let you do the dumb shit. He’d help you pick up the pieces later.

Hyuck. Alcohol. Jungwoo. Alcohol. Yuta. Alcohol. Winwin. Alcohol. Jaehyun. Alcohol. Soulmates. Black-out drunk.

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Back To Zero | Markhyuck

Genre: Fluff, Fluff, Fluff

Dear Mark,

Empty. It was all empty before you happened to me. When you came to my life, everything is like Mathematics. My zeroes became positive. Positive 1, positive 2, positive 3, positive infinity, all I know is everything turned positive. In this world that lacks direction, you sculpted a railway for me. My sharpened pencil that hasn't been touched for a while, is again in my hand being used for doodling your name. You are precious. You are cute. You're a lovely little thing that bumped me while I was staring in a blank. But then, I would love to fall in the ground for million times If that's what I get from bumping into you. I remember how I would sing for you. I would always sit beside you and sing my heart out then tell you I was just practicing, not singing for you. You then will act like I'm disturbing you for singing so loudly but your face would be telling the other way. I can only tell one thing, I was in a pool of happiness, hoping I could drown. But then, even a pool can rot if abandoned. That's what I am when you left. My positive infinity went backwards to negative eternity. My railway you made got flooded, and I'm now rowing my boat in this sea of negativity, hoping I could atleast, get back to zero.

-Haechan☺

A tear fell from Mark's eyes as he read the letter from HC. He was really mad with himself. For all those times they were together, he never noticed how important he is to Haechan. He see him the same way, but he only thought about how they aren't meant for each other. He only thought that HC would never date a guy and how embarassing it would be to confess to him. He never thought about fighting for their love and chose to stay away to get away from his feelings.

He got up from his chair. No, he couldn't just let things end like that. They love each other and they must do something about it. As his feet reaches the wide road, he started running as fast as he can. Full speed, not caring about people staring weirdly at him. He even tripped for several times but not a single fall stopped him from standing up and running again. He wanted to see Haechan so badly. Every step is making him miss everything about Haechan. His heart is getting heavier as thoughts of Haechan crying flashes on his mind. He's very much overwhelmed, not knowing what to do and how to feel. He became too unconscious to notice the person walking mindlessly as he turns left.

"Ooooooooch! Why the hell are you running mindlessly?!" The tone of the person was so mad. Mark would've thought he was in trouble except that the voice was too familiar. That tone of annoyance, was too familiar. Without even looking, he could tell he found the man he's running for.

"Hey you! Why don't you get your mind back and help me here?" Without uttering a single word, Mark reached out Haechan's arms and pulled him up. To Haechan's shock, Mark didn't help him to stand up but pulled him to a tight hug. The pull was too forceful that he could be outbalanced again if not about the hug being so tight. Haechan was so confused. What about the hug? Is Mark to guilty that he could've died from bumping into him? His back hurts and wanted to complain so bad, but how could he complain if he's in between of his love's arm? He couldn't help but to enjoy the moment.

"Donghyuck-ah, sorry I was too coward to tell you this before and I was too blind not to see what I really mean for you. I hope this isn't too late, I love you." Mark said as he breaks the hug. For the first time, Haechan wasn't sure of what to say. "A-are you joking?!" Mark couldn't help but to smile. He could see clearly how flustered HC is and he finds it cute. "When did I ever joke? I'm a part of jenojam squad, you sure know that" Mark answered wanting to lighten up the mood. "Yeah, obviously you are, because this joke is so damn not funny!" Haechan started walking away but before he could get a meter away, Mark held into his left hand and pulled him to a soft, genuine kiss. From that, he knew Mark wasn't joking. It was real!

As they are walking side by side back to their dorm, Haechan suddenly thought of something. "By the way Mark, I'm still mad at you for bumping me! I think my back broke and you didn't even say sorry!" He said, hoping Mark would offer him a piggyback ride. "Hehehe! Just let it pass, besides, you've written in your letter that you would love to fall in the ground for million times If that's what you get from bumping into me" Mark answered cutely, even giggling a bit. Haechan's eyes widened and stopped walking.

"Mark, I love you for real but I didn't write any letter".

"Huh? I came here rushing to you, realizing things because of the letter! If not you then who wrote it???”

"Ah, Mark Hyung, Haechan hyung, aren't you going to thank me?" A deep voice was suddenly heard from behind.

"Jisung Paaaaaaaaaark?!"

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