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2jaeh · 1 year

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baby it's cold outside | jaehyun

a date night with jaehyun and neither of you want it to end.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end

content: gender neutral!reader, new relationship

word count: 491

- lin

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Jaehyun tucked you closer to his side, his arm draped over your shoulders and his cotton gloved fingers petting your hair. It was late at night, only the twinkling fairy lights and Christmas decorations adorned on every shop down the street to keep you two company. You snuggled closer to him, your body still shivering despite the many layers of clothing and the hot chocolate you had just consumed still coursing through your system. Maybe your body was just giving you an excuse to be closer to your boyfriend. He was warm and smelled of his cologne and faintly of the countless butter biscuits he'd eaten earlier.

"I'm sorry I kept you out so late," Jaehyun apologised sheepishly, "I didn't think we'd spend so much time talking in that café."

"It's okay, time just flew by," you shrugged with a smile, "before we knew it the café owner was begging us to leave so they could close up."

Jaehyun chuckled at your words, his calming presence filling up the otherwise empty street around you. All the shops had closed for the night. The lights were out at every house you passed, everyone probably fast asleep. But you two were wide awake, possibly from the sugar but mostly from the excitement of being together.

"Well it's not our fault, a month into this and we can't seem to get enough of each other." Jaehyun beamed at you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you began to approach your home.

A month. Has it already been a month? It felt like just yesterday your friend had forced you to join her on a double date and you've been thanking her ever since. You two walked up the driveway, Jaehyun still holding you close until you arrived on your porch. He took a step back and stood in front of you, his nose red, his brown, fluffy hair sticking out of his beanie and an adorable grin graced over his pink lips.

"I had fun tonight." He said softly, trying to delay his departure as much as possible. Perhaps it was the novelty of a new relationship, but he hated having to leave.

"Me too." You agreed, shyly bouncing on your heels as you tried to think up something else to let this last longer.

"We should hang out again.. tomorrow?" Jaehyun suggested, "unless you're busy? Just let me know when you're free?"

"Jaehyun." You cut off his rambling.

"Hmm?"

"It's really cold… and late," you started before you reached for your handle and opened the door, "do you maybe wanna come inside?"

"Would that be okay?" Jaehyun asked politely.

"Sure." You planted a quick kiss on his lips before gesturing towards your house.

"And I don't think I can drink any more hot chocolate so… how do you plan on keeping me warm?" Jaehyun smirked, taking a step into your house after you.

"I have a few ideas I think you'd like."

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writtenbymkl · 11 months

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[13:14 pm]

word count: 1,085

a/n: i came up with a new word, haechanitis, and i think i have it. i’m severely into this dude… like i know mark is my man but haechan … it was the concert that did it for me, if you guys had seen the pictures i got and the amount of times he looked at my camera, you would understand me （◞‸◟） not proofread btw !

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“so, how’s it going with your little crush on haechan?” your friend asks as she scrolls through her phone.

“dude, it’s not a crush,” you say as you push her shoulder. “i don’t even talk to him.”

you’ve learned a lot from observing him, not to be creepy but every time your head turned to look at him, he was always doing something new. like when his friend jaemin is feeding him, he shakes his head when he opens his mouth. or when his other friend renjun, shoves him away whenever he gets too close to him.

you could honestly go on about haechan but you prefer to keep it to yourself. he’s way too out of your league and you’re too introverted to ever find the confidence in going up to him. unlike him who seems to strike up a conversation with whoever he comes across.

your friend notices that you’re lost in thoughts when she asks, “should i invite him over? i mean, he is my partner for this project we’re working on.” your eyes widen and you feel panic strike as your heart rate goes up.

“no! i will kill you and then myself,” you threaten while holding both her hands down, which in fact were about to wave him over. unfortunately for you, she still has her mouth.

“hey haechan!” you shut your eyes so hard and you feel your heart about to explode because you know he’s gonna walk over any second. he can’t resist talking to anyone who calls his name, that’s how he is.

“i’m leaving,” you state as you let go of her hands and rapidly grab your stuff, shoving just about anything into your backpack. you need to leave before he steps foot in your space.

“y/n, you cannot be serious…” she trails off as she watches you put your backpack on. all you can do is huff in frustration.

“i’m 100% serious. you know i can’t be in the same vicinity as haech-“ you’re cut off by the legend himself.

“woah, what did i do?” haechan questions with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you look at your friend and all she can do is offer you a sorry smile. you’re gonna do what you do best, which is to disappear any time something embarrassing happens because right now, you want the ground to swallow you whole.

“i gotta go, i’ll see you some other time, bye!” you exclaim to your friend as you speed walk out of the scene. you don’t turn your back once to see their reactions, all you know is that you have to get out there before you have to see haechan’s face up close for longer than five seconds.

“fuck, that was close,” you whisper to yourself as you lean against the wall outside. you had finally calmed down a bit since you were nowhere near him.

“what was close?” you let out a loud yelp as you turn around to see haechan standing behind you. well now you were definitely fucked. you must’ve killed a god in your past life because why was this happening to you?

“jesus, you scared me! what’s wrong with you?!” you exclaimed as you held a hand to your chest. you probably look like that spongebob meme right now. haechan just stares at you in amusement while crossing his arms.

“what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you?” he asks while nodding his head in your direction.

“i don’t know why you followed me, but i’m leaving. bye.” you say as you turn your back to him. you don’t mean to be an asshole but since you’ve never spoken a word to him, this is all that can come out.

his hand grabs ahold of your wrist before you can even walk two steps. “tch,” he tuts. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” your eyes widen because how does he know your name. but then you relax as you realize your friend probably told him after you ran off.

“i’m going to study, now if you could let go of my wrist, that would be amazing,” you smile at him and watch as he lets go of your wrist before letting out a small ‘sorry’.

“i just wanted to know,” he starts while holding a finger under his chin showing his thinking face. “why you can’t be in the same vicinity as me, as you said.” he finishes while looking at you. you can’t look him in the eyes because if you do, you’ll confess right then and there. but then again, you’ve always been blunt since your middle school days.

“because i like you,” you state bluntly. haechan looks taken aback not expecting a straight and honest answer from you considering you were running away a few minutes ago. “now can i go? you don’t really know me so it doesn’t matter.”

“w-well-“ he stutters, still in shock from your confession. who would’ve thought you’d be the one to gag him. you sigh and stare at the ground bored. it’s not like you’re not used to rejection, you’re just tired of them wasting your time doing it.

“i’m gonna go now…” you trail off, taking steps backwards and pointing behind you. haechan, still in a slightly frozen state, nods but quickly shakes off the dazed state.

“wait, can i get your number?” he asks while quickly pulling out his phone, hands slightly shaking. you must be hallucinating at this point because there was no way lee haechan was asking for your number.

“mine? why?” you quickly ask. he shoves his phone in your hands and smiles encouraging you to type your information in.

“so we can get to know each other, duh,” he says while playfully rolling his eyes. now you’re the one in shock, he just pulled an uno reverse on you. you type in your contact name and phone number knowing there’s no way to get out of this.

“i might not know you at all or like you, but i’m sure i won’t have a hard time falling for you.” he says while giving a loving smile.

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heartbrkr · 1 year

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bad posture and other habits to break

SUMMARY Doyoung will always take care of you when you neglect to.

PAIRING boyfriend!kim doyoung x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, fluff

WORD COUNT 715

WARNINGS reader forgets to eat the whole day and overworks themself, doyoung calls them beautiful

AUTHOR’S NOTE i am overworked, so... another self-indulgent piece!

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

“You haven’t eaten.” It wasn’t a question. Doyoung left the house with his last memory of you keeping busy in your work area. He comes back to see you in the same uncomfortable, hunched position. It’ll feel like hell the moment you straighten your back.

“Yeah.” You reply thoughtlessly, tiredly, and quite pathetically in your boyfriend’s opinion. He’s slightly upset at the fact that you didn’t come to the door to greet him (you hadn’t heard him come in), and instead replied dryly with a single word (you didn’t realize it’s been fifteen hours, not minutes since he’s left for rehearsals), or at least look in his direction (your phone had been on Do Not Disturb, so you had no idea he was on the way home).

“What are you waiting on, then?”

“I can’t leave this now or else I won’t have enough time to finish it by the end of the week.” Doyoung understands your concern of meeting a deadline, but without anything in your system, he knows you’ll reach your breaking point immediately.

He looks at you with heavy concern, one you can feel melting into the side of your head without directly turning your head to face him. You shift the slightest, uncomfortable under his scary gaze. “Wait, how’d you know I didn’t eat?”

Doyoung pouts at you slightly, back leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed against his chest. You’re still not looking at him. “I left you breakfast on the counter. It’s 11:24 p.m. and it’s still there with my note for you. Untouched.”

You finally whip your head in his direction, disbelief plastered on your features. It hasn’t been that long, has it? “I told you I was gonna– wait, it’s eleven?! But didn’t you leave at…” Your voice trails off as you lift your phone to check the time. And it’s as Doyoung said, 11:24 p.m. is glaring down at you with the harsh screen light. Below the time are messages from him, updating you about his whereabouts and reminders to eat with hourly intervals. “So it’s been—”

“—Around fifteen hours since I told you to go downstairs and eat? Yeah.” He couldn’t help but use a stern tone on you, especially when he knows he hasn’t been lacking in reminding you constantly.

“I’ll… Sorry.” It only really hits you now that you’re exhausted, hungry, and feel a headache and backache emerging. You now also feel bad for burdening Doyoung with your incompetence after a long day, and it becomes worse when you’re sure he’s more drained than you. He comes closer and squats in front of you. Still, and constantly, worrying for your wellbeing, he maintains eye contact with you while holding your hands in his.

“It’s alright, love. You didn’t mean to and we’re working on it, right? You can’t completely break your bad habits overnight.” You nod at this solemnly, still feeling terrible.

He notices and stands back up to his full height, tugging on you to stand up too. His intention wasn’t to make you feel worse; his job as your partner is to do the exact opposite of that. “C’mon, I’ll cook something for you.”

You attempt to protest against the action with your hands still stuck together. You shift all your weight in your seat to stop him from dragging you up. “No, really, you don’t have to. You need to rest instead. You’ve worked hard today; I can make something for myself.”

“I won’t be able to rest knowing your self proclaimed meal is probably an untoasted piece of bread and a cup of noodles.”

“I– hey! I know how to cook, it’s just convenient to eat all that when I don’t have time to spare.” At your moment of distress, you forget you’re resisting Doyoung’s attempts to pull you out of your office chair and he takes advantage of this. You’re startled when he successfully starts dragging you to the kitchen, feeling your back strain even more in the process.

“Yeah, yeah,” he gently, yet playfully pushes you down onto one of the counter chairs and reroutes to the kitchen, “just sit there and look beautiful as you always do. I’ll take care of you... and your awful posture later.”

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neochan · 2 years

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DEATH WISH (M)

PAIRING | vampire!haechan x vampire!reader

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | lots of cheesy vampire jokes and mentions of blood

A.N | i'm considering making this a full fic, so if you like it, please tell me!

everyone wants to take a bite out of their lab partner every once in a while, right?

especially when his blood thumped and pounded through the bulging vein running along the side of his porcelain neck. he was so fair, almost translucent, and if you narrowed your eyes enough, you might just be able to make out the dark red hue of ecstasy.

okay maybe not everyone fantasized about that kind of biting, but right now you were fighting to control the itch stinging the back of your throat.

it had been a while since your last feed, shifts at the hospital growing further and further apart thanks to your heavy college course load, and it was taking an immense toll on you.

you felt tired all day despite not being able to sleep, your usual bright amber eyes were a dark muddy brown, and of course the worst part of it being the constant itch in the back of your throat that had you looking at everyone like a gourmet meal.

the boy whose neck you had been concentrating on drops the thin test tubes into the rack and turns to you, "so do you want to meet later to finish the lab?"

osaki shotaro was a sweet boy with an even sweeter blood type, and you knew there was no way you could meet with him later without feeding first.

your voice is hoarse when you speak, "i can't tonight." for some reason you think he's going to protest, but he just shakes his head instead, "how about i do the rest since i've been spacing out this entire time." your laugh is more like a dry cackle but he still cracks a smile in return, "it's only fair."

"sounds good to me."

the dried up professor starts barking orders at the class on how to safely dispose of the labs materials. no matter how thirsty you were, you wouldn't touch that old bag of bones with a ten foot fang.

thankfully you and shotaro were quick at cleaning up, because as soon as your professor gives you the go ahead, you're rushing out the door, a promise to finish the lab report thrown over your shoulder. you sprint down the stairs, through the double doors, and out into the open air before you could run into the mass of students being let out for lunch.

a quick stop at the hospital would do you an insane amount of good, so you start to walk towards your car. you opt to take a quick shortcut behind the cluster of academic buildings, but soon an eerie feeling creeps up your spine and grabs at your stone heart.

if you were still human, you bet the hair on your arms would be standing, and your pulse racing.

the undead didn't work that way.

"if you're gonna kill me, can you hurry it up? i got places to be." the joke makes you snort.

as if anyone could kill you.

the concrete sidewalk laid empty, along with the fire escape off to your left. there was no one in sight, yet your instincts were screaming at you the opposite.

"i was gonna start off with a hi, hello, how are you, but if you really want me to, i guess i could..." a whoosh of air rushes over your face and suddenly you're face to face with a boy your age, "i don't particularly like killing my kind though."

alarm bells were ringing through you, the sickening sweet smell of a fresh vampire invading your nostrils. he didn't look dangerous though, his blonde hair in a tousle, eyes a muddy amber.

he needed to feed.

"my campus is off limits."

for as long as you were turned, you had been the only vampire in your town, which made you unkind to...strangers.

"relax. i came to see you." his fangs shoot out, the sharp tips resting on his bottom lip, "the names haechan." why was a freshly turned vampire here to see you? what did he want? and why was he actually kind of cute? "your ability is tactile telepathy?"

"how the fuck do you know that?" now the alarm bells were screaming at you to run. go somewhere and hide until he left.

"my ability is mimicry. i can draw on others power and manipulate it as my own. " he seemed proud, "touch my hand, and you'll see that i'm not gonna hurt you." his left hand juts out for you to take.

you would only need a few seconds of contact to see the last couple weeks of his life, so hesitantly you make contact, a shudder passing through you on impact. it flashes in your mind like a movie, transforming in your thoughts as if they were your own memories.

laughter, tracking, scents, two pairs of eyes, three, four, five? a coven? a... family.

"there's more of you here." you say, withdrawing your hand and taking a step back.

haechans mind was one of the few interesting ones you'd had the pleasure of seeing. since he's freshly turned, he still has the hazy gold glow across all of his memories - as if he was seeing the world for the first time. he was... happy, young, yearning.

he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized basketball shorts, "they want to meet you, but they sent -"

"sent you because you seem the least intimidating." you cut him off, finishing his sentence for him.

you had seen everything.

"...yeah. you saw we don't want to hurt you. we just want to talk."

he was telling the truth, that much you knew, but you'd been alone a long time, why all of a sudden was there a coven of vampires wanting to speak to you?

and why was he here?

you had seen someone you knew in haechans memories. someone you'd known a long long time ago, and he was here waiting for you. he had tracked you down, you could feel it.

might as well go and see what he wanted.

"i'll talk, but i need to feed first."

the boy grins from ear to ear and gives you a wink, "don't worry, i was gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite anyway."

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ooshu · 1 year

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angst - nct masterlist.

mark lee / minhyung lee

still here / 1.5k words

preview: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one-night stands do not usually end well… right?

just say it / 1k words

preview: you think mark has fallen out of love. he insists he did not.

what if... / 634 words

preview: mark is here to stay. you are not meant to.

apartment / 866 words

preview: mark likes to keep his apartment tidy, just the way you like it.

apple pie / 1k words

preview: you and mark both love baking in the kitchen. how will you share your last masterpiece together?

fourteenth / 1.2k words

preview: your ex, mark, takes you out on a dinner. nothing is a coincidence. you refuse to play along.

oceans and engines / 632 words

preview: your best friend, mark, is getting engaged. now, you have to make a decision.

in-denial / 617 words

preview: mark doesn't know where to place himself in your life, until he found you sitting across the bar with jeno.

finding home / 1.1k words

preview: mark struggles to find home. it's been you all along.

jaehyun jeong / yuno jeong

"jae?" / 1.7k words

preview: jaehyun buys johnny and mark some cuervo shots. he forgets the one thing that everyone says—stay away from your phone when you’re drunk.

perfectly / 715 words

preview: you pick up your old things from your ex's house, jaehyun. you see something that isn't yours.

haechan lee / donghyuck lee

his choice / 1.4k words

preview: at the end of the day, haechan chooses you despite the distance in time and proximity. but why do you feel so… guilty?

bus stop / fluff! 1.1k words

preview: haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.

i love you, haechan lee. / 612 words

preview: to love haechan is to let go. part 2: sequel

dive into you / 985 words

preview: haechan notices, you just wish he doesn't.

doyoung kim / dongyoung kim

bucket list / 2.6k words

preview: you created one last fairytale in new york city. doyoung was never good with words. you asked him to hold your hand until the clock strikes 12 am. he was willing to play your prince charming.

johnny suh / seo yeongho

keeping tabs / 712 words

preview: johnny made sure he had it all, except you.

jaemin na

dimly lit room / 722 words

preview: jaemin has never been good with his words.

masterlist updated: june 9, 2023

on the use of gifs: the gifs used in this masterlist are not mine. if you see your gif here, kindly send me a message and i’d be happy to give you credits. with love. always.

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ethereal-engene · 1 year

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war with heaven | yuta

pairing: bf!yuta x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, angst, and fluff // warnings: mentions of death (no character death) and drinking

summary: A small conversation while drinking with Yuta // word count: 544

note: inspired by Keshi’s song War With Heaven. I forgot how much I love this song, enjoy this drabble

Tonight was another one of those nights where it was filled with drinking with Yuta and talking about anything. It was nice to have deep talks with him because hearing his perspective was always enlightening and refreshing.

It was without a doubt that he loved you. From the way, he would take any chance to talk about you to his members when the opportunity came or listening to you talk about your day even when he’s tired. Similarly, anyone could tell from a mile away that you were smitten for him as well. Especially when he was around you, with the way your eyes just shine brighter when you look at him.

It was also the small things like him bringing souvenirs or trinkets because they reminded him of you. Or sending encouraging messages when you were feeling out of it. Neither of you couldn’t imagine your life without each other. It would simply be a tragedy if it were to happen.

For some reason, your buzzed state was curious to hear about if that were ever to happen though. What would Yuta do if you died? It’s a morbid and dark and deep topic, but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

When he hears you ask, his eyes widen but then soften. Actually hearing it from you made his heart ache at the thought of it and sober ups. He walks over to you to hold you in his arms. A long drawn out hum vibrates from him as he lets it out.

“Well, I would hate to think about it but I would wage war with heaven for keepin' me away from you. 'Cause I don't know what else I'd do if I was away from you, so long.” He adamantly states it while looking at you. His eyes tell no lie.

Hearing his answer sobers you up. “Wage war with heaven, huh?” You can’t help but look back at him with love. Out of all the possible answers that he could have answered with, none of them could have predicted that. But then again, we’re talking about the one and only Yuta here.

The man who would go to hell and back for you. The man who doesn’t give up on his dreams even when chasing them hurts sometimes. The man who loves to give love to his members and you whenever and wherever. The man who makes sure you know that you’re loved and cared for. The man who on end would do anything to make you happy and take care of you. The man who always grabs and holds your hand tightly whenever you guys are in public. The man who simply would not let go of you unless you truly ask him to.

“Yes of course, what else would there be to do?” He lands a kiss on your forehead before going in for a kiss on your lips. Hoping that not only does his answer satisfy you but solidify just how seriously in love he is with you. Also as a silent prayer that nothing ever bad happens to you where heaven does take you away from him before he gets to chance to do all the things he wants to do with you in this life.

this was going to be longer but maybe in the future I’ll revisit this, for now I like how it is.

LET THIS BE A REMINDER TO NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS THAN YOU DESERVE !! and also please reblog this with your thoughts/feedback in the tags, or dm or send an ask to me! they mean the world to me :)

take care and signing off with love

- ash

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rrxnjun · 2 years

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your city gave me asthma. lmk

pairing. lee mark x reader

genre. college au | angst

warnings. an accidental cut wound, homesickness

wc. 2.6k

notes. this is just a glimpse of my feelings after moving away for uni. life is hard, school is overwhelming, but most of all, it's lonely. never knew just how much i could miss home before i moved out. this drabble is very personal with pretty much every word i wrote, so please handle it with care <3 :)

where mark doesn't want you to visit him at university.

Dragging his feet along the ground, kicking away the stray leaves that fall down from the tired trees shielding him from above, Mark Lee finds himself walking across the park that leads to his dorm building, sniffling occasionally from the cold. Snuggling his nose deeper into the fabric of his hoodie that he pulled up closer to his neck and tied the drawstring so it keeps him warm, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his worn-out jeans and makes a few taps on the screen, scrolling through his contact list and hovering for a bit above the one with your name.

Looking around for a second, as if to see if he’s alone in the park, he clicks on your name and presses the phone against his ear, listening to its ringing and waiting for you to pick up on the other side of the line. The ringing is slow and steady, making the boy go crazy from waiting, and when it gets just a beat too long, he almost pulls it off his ear and declines the call before you even get a chance to pick up. Once the fifth ring settles into his ear, though, the low beeping is cut off and the line is silent for just a second before he hears your voice– you finally pick up.

“Mark!” you gasp into the phone, making the boy smile to himself and slowly start walking through the park again, adjusting the backpack hanging off his right shoulder.

“Hi,” he replies, tone of voice subtly shy after calling you again after days and days of only texting, not used to the way your voice sounds in the phone and that he’s not on Facetime with you like he usually is when he’s in the (dis)comfort of his dorm room after a long day at university. Today, he chose to call you instead– to only hear your voice, because on days like these, even that is enough. The heaviness in his chest won’t let him sleep if he doesn’t talk to you for at least a few minutes, and the fact that you picked up despite your packed schedule makes his heart swell with fondness again.

“How are you?” you ask, your voice still chirpy and so, so excited. Mark wonders how you can do it– how you can always sound so cheerful despite the miles that are between you, despite the empty nothingness that must be in your chest ever since his departure; because if Mark feels it, you must as well, right? He’s not the only one with the hollowing pit inside of his stomach; not the only one that feels like suffocating every passing second that he’s not with you, right?

He hopes he’s not alone in this. Because in every other aspect of his life right now, he feels like he is. He knows he is. He realizes it in every moment that passes in his life; he realizes it every morning when he wakes up in the cold dorm room he shares with a roommate that barely talks to him because he’s 2 years older and has other things to worry about, he realizes it every lunch break when there are no classmates sitting at his table with obnoxious laughter coming out their throats, he realizes it every afternoon when he walks home after his classes end and he surely realizes it every night when you’re not there cuddling him and providing him warmth.

There’s no moment in his life when he would be completely alone. When he wakes up in the morning, there’s his roommate getting ready for his classes. At lunch, there’s plenty of people in the cafeteria and there are people sitting next to him in class, when he listens about the state of the current economy and tries to learn something useful for exams. He’s surrounded by people when he walks home through the town center, there’s people talking to him on the bus when they get lost along the way, there’s people bugging him when he shops for groceries and carries them to the dorm by himself, with no help. There’s always someone in his immediate reach, yet, he’s always lonely. It’s a bitter paradox.

He should tell you how he feels. Maybe he’ll find comfort in knowing you feel the same. Maybe he’ll find it easier to get through the semester knowing that you’re out there, yearning for his presence just as much as he is for yours.

But that’s not the kind of person Mark Lee is at this very moment. And so, to answer your question, he chooses the easier alternative. He lies.

“I’m alright! Just got done with classes for the day. I’m on my way home and I missed you, so I wanted to call and see how you’re doing,” he mumbles, trying to sound the most cheerful he can, not letting you see any sign of discomfort or anxiety from being so far away from home.

“That’s good! I hope the classes were interesting, Markie,” you say, making him chuckle at the clingy nickname you sometimes let slip out of your mouth, “I got home at 2 and then went to hang out with girls from high school. I have plenty of assignments to get done already, but I’ll get to them after we finish our call.”

“I hope I’m not… you know. Interrupting you in work or something,” Mark mumbles, too hesitant to be annoying you when you have important things to do. The truth is, Mark doesn’t think he’s the smarter one in this relationship– he never thought so in the first place, but after he got into a mediocre business school on the other side of the country and you got into a prestigious med school close to home, the fact was only further solidified. No amount of homework Mark could’ve gotten at university could be more difficult than whatever you have going on, and he knows that. His only wish is to not be the reason why you’re distracted and putting off your assignments.

“No! I want to talk to you,” you say, tone of voice sweet as honey, coating all of his wounds with a thick essence of love and tenderness, “how’s life there? We haven’t talked much since you moved out.”

The last sentence cuts him open and leaves him bleeding in the slowly darkening park, making him inhale sharply as he looks around and finds a bench to sit on, not really caring about the coldness of it on his bum. It’s true– he moved out for university in September, with you hugging him tightly as he set on the train and never looked back in a fear of seeing everything he’s leaving behind waving at him, and now it’s November and he can only remember calling you no more than under 10 times, on occasions when he misses you the most. The reason?

Again, he doesn’t want to bother you with his clinginess. He also doesn’t want to bother you with his loneliness. He doesn’t want to bother you at all– you have more important things to do than to worry about your boyfriend living on the other side of the country.

“It’s… it’s good,” Mark lies, choosing to forget about all the parties he’s been to and hated, leaving before midnight, choosing to leave out the closed-off roommate and the kids in his class that only hang out together, leaving him out, “my classmates are… nice… and the course is super interesting as well… What about you, though? How’s life? Exciting?”

Humming, you reply to his burning question. “It’s alright, I guess. I mean… I hang out with Minji and Jisu from high school, so it’s not too lonely. I like the classes and everything and I think I’ll do well on my exams, so that’s comforting. I even made some new friends at the party we went to last week, they study Econ like you do!”

Mark finds himself getting lost in the tone of your voice, something about it picking him up and carrying him into your room, letting him feel the essence of your presence and the warmness of your persona. Humming, he finds himself asking you more about your experiences, for he despises talking about his own, wanting so desperately to hide away back home and find comfort in the known. “Woah, look at you being so social! I’m glad to hear that, baby. Where are they from?”

“Daegu,” you reply shortly. “What about you? Any new friends? Parties?”

“Yeah,” he nods, cutting it short. He doesn’t have much information to give you about the parties he’s been to or the people he’s met, mainly because he hated every moment of those gatherings and the classmates in his circle aren’t really his friends, only keeping the conversations surface-level and not trying to get to know him more. “They’re nice.”

“That’s all? They’re nice?”

“I mean.. we… we haven’t really talked much yet,” he clarifies, hoping this answer is enough for you.

“Mark… you have to get past it and talk to people! I know it’s hard, but I promise you can make friends easily. Just don’t let the fact that they’re reserved at first put you off, everyone’s a little shy sometimes,” you encourage him, making him instantly feel empty, hollowing the pit in his stomach even deeper.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, “I know.”

You’re silent for a few heartbeats, suddenly running out of things to talk about. Mark feels himself falling deeper and deeper into the hole of self-pity he’s been digging since he moved out across the country, trying hard to find anything to talk about, trying hard to tell you something new or exciting to pick up your interest, but failing. He can’t find anything he wants to share with you.

The truth is, partners should share stuff with each other. The exciting things, the sad things, the lonely things… all things. But as time passes, Mark finds himself sharing less and less with you, in fear of making you worry and judge him for the way he’s living in this very moment, in fear of being nothing more than an embarrassment to such a successful and amazing human as you are.

As time passes, you know less and less of him, and he knows less and less of you. It feels off. It feels wrong. In all of his life, he always felt that you were the closest to him, no matter how far you were away from him. In this moment, though, he feels as if you were on another planet, in another universe, millions of lightyears away.

“Sometimes I walk down the street of your house and when I see the empty driveway, you know, where you used to park your car, I get so sad… time flies so fast, Mark, it feels like yesterday when we just met in high school and now we’re both adults and you’re living so far away…”

Sniffling, now not only from the cold but also from the wave of emotion that hits the poor boy, Mark wipes away the stray tear that travels down his cheek. Clearing his throat so he doesn’t let you know that he’s crying, he keeps his answers short, afraid of his voice breaking and trembling, therefore not letting him mask his emotions. “I know.”

“It feels so empty without you here,” you say, only managing to break him more.

He doesn’t know if you realize it– just how much your words impact the way he feels right now. Not only does he feel lonely, but you probably do too. For years, it’s always been you two together, seeing each other every single day, cuddling away the worries and talking about everything. Now, it’s all different and you haven’t seen each other for two months, let alone touched each other and embraced each other’s broken bodies in a healing hug. He feels insanely bad for leaving you alone. It doesn’t matter just how lonely he feels every single day– it doesn’t matter just as much as your feelings do, at least in his eyes.

“It’s… it’s the same here,” he manages to get out, wiping away the tears that uncontrollably roll down his cheeks, feeling his lower lip trembling. Seeing a stranger walking down the park, he tries to hide away from their eyes, afraid of showing any kind of emotion to anyone. He feels embarrassed for crying like this. He should be good at handling it.

It’s always been his dream to move far away from home for university. So why the hell does he feel so lonely all the time?

He never knew how homesick he could get until he didn’t start missing home. He guesses it’s true that you don’t value what you have until you lose it.

“Maybe… maybe I should come over? So we can talk?” you suggest, your tone of voice so low and broken that he almost feels like walking on shattered glass, the pieces of your relationship prickling him in the bottoms of his feet and leaving him bleeding on the concrete.

Your suggestion should make him happy. He should be excited to see you again, he should be head over heels to invite you to his dorm, to let you sleep over and show you around. He should be excited to show you the dorm he hates, the town he hates, the university he despises, the classmates he finds annoying, the coldness of it all, the roommate that constantly ignores him, the spiderwebs in the corners of his room, the messy handwriting in his notebooks from the lectures he couldn’t keep up with; he should be excited to show you the bus route to the grocery store that always makes him bored, the puddles in the park that never disappear because it rains all the time, the emptiness of his fridge because he can’t cook, the dark circles under his eyes because he can’t sleep, the wounds on his fingers from when he cuts his fruit when he’s distracted thinking of you, the bruises on his knees from when he fell over after tripping on the stairs at university, the dry plant he bought to make himself feel more at home but abandoned it the day after, because he's too tired to even look after himself… he should be excited to see you again, to hold you again, to kiss you again.

But he’s not. He doesn’t want you to come to this place. He doesn’t want you to invade his little, silent bubble. He doesn’t want you to see the sad little space he lives in, the rock hard bed he sleeps in, the cold of his dorms or the mess on the floor. He doesn’t want you to see the mess in his head. He doesn’t want you to see everything he despises, for you might make him have good memories in the places he hates, and he doesn’t think he could handle seeing the glimpses of you everywhere while knowing you’re so far out of his reach.

He doesn’t want you to see him struggle and cry when he knows you’re doing okay back at home, studying for your dream job, chasing your dream.

He doesn’t want you to see just how lost he is.

He doesn’t want you to come to him and see the mess he really is when he’s alone, he doesn’t want you to see him so vulnerable, for he knows the true intention of your visit and he doesn’t think he could make it if you really come over just to break up with him in person because you’d feel bad to do it over the phone after such a long time of being together and promising him you can make it long distance, but knowing all too well that that it's too much to handle for the both of you as soon as a few days passed after he left.

Mark Lee doesn’t want you to visit.

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greenlitess · 1 year

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Crash Course.

pairing: johnny suh x reader

genre: fluff

tags: rich!johnny, spoiled!johnny

warnings: n/a

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: johnny isn’t really interested in golf like his father is-- at least, until you show up attempting to do your job and have him completely enraptured.

“Come on, Johnny, at least try to look a little more excited about the most intricate sport invented. It’s not gonna kill you— you might even end up liking it once you get the hang of it!”

Johnny offered a heavy sigh, shaking his head lightly with a chuckle that says everything but actual humor. He had been avoiding this … getting together for weeks, but his luck had ran out when his excuses did, and the next thing he knew, his dad had rented a cart at his favorite course. Apparently, he was a ‘regular’ and ‘everyone loved him’. Johnny is sure it’s not so much as genuine care so much as love for the amount of cash that he forked over, but he wasn’t about to tell his dad that when he also forked cash over to him.

“Mmm. You know.. golf isn’t really my speed, Dad.”

“Psh, you said that about basketball too. And rugby. And you excelled in both. You’re getting older too, so who’s to say you don’t need a sport like this.” His dad easily retorts(he supposed that where he got it from), patting the cart seat. Johnny takes a slow, reluctant seat after adjusting his linen shirt and making sure all of the important bits were properly inside the seat. He has to laugh a bit at his dad, because of course he had a point– he’d denounced both sports, despite how bored he was, and multiple trophies later… well, that spoke for itself. He hadn’t really played either seriously since college, but even quick pick-up games showed how much of an athlete he could be.

He didn’t consider golf athletic in the slightest– just another sport to show off how rich people spent their time– aka, his father. But it had been a while since they had spent quality time together, and the weight of being in his father's shoes sooner than later is heavy on his shoulders.

He wasn’t necessarily rich– yet. But he would be. And while he may not have the… want to play a sport like golf, the least he could was learn for the future. Nothing mattered but networking, anyway– and golf was one of the best ways to do it, according to the old man.

Somewhere between being deep in thought they had arrived at the first hole, and Johnny braced himself for the lectures he was about to hear as he stood up a bit straighter. Luckily, the weather is perfect; the sun shining with a slight overcast that slowly warms up the skin without being blistering. He did like good weather– maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And truthfully, it really wasn’t. His dad was a good teacher, even if he was a bit wordy about it all. It was all in the wrists he loved to reiterate, over and over again, and while his first few hits had been definitely dead ducks, it wasn’t long before he was getting the hang of it, the movement of repeatedly swinging the club starting to become muscle memory as quickly as anything remotely requiring movement on his end did. Soon, balls that were moving only a few were moving several, and when his first ball floated, er, somewhere(he was blinded by the sun), he couldn't help the genuineness that appeared on his face as his dad patted his back.

Soon, he’s as loose as they come. They’re almost done with their path for the day, and he can… confidently be proven wrong with the enjoyment of spending time with his dad.

“How about a drink break, yeah?” His dad is calling out as he walks to their cart, and Johnny offers a soft nod as another cart, this time adorning a young woman( the only woman he had even seen outside, actually, which was mind boggling, frankly, but whatever), comes to a slow rolling stop.

You step off the cart with ease, the tennis skirt you adorn still perfectly white as always, perfectly paired with a pair of pearly white socks and shoes, and the baby blue collared tucked in as if you were a professional in this sort of thing.

Johnny tries not to stare as he picks the golf ball from the hole he had just managed to land, but it’s hard when the light seems to radiate from behind you like an angel. He’s confused for a few reasons; why someone so beautiful had managed to land themselves here in this moment… and even more confused when his father starts to make his way towards you as if you’re old friends.

In a way perhaps you were, though you wouldn’t call it that. He was a regular, just as regular as you were being a cart girl on a Thursday afternoon, so your paths crossed often.

Lucky him.

Your voice rings clear as you greet Mr. Suh, offering a bright smile that Johnny would swear is brighter than the sun, and several are pieced together at once. He walks up as if his legs are no longer really in his own control. Mr. Suh speaks of course, as Johnny offers a soft nod your way, to which you return.

“Oh, yes. This is my son, Johnny. Finally was able to drag him from his job to join the old man in the greatest sport in the world!”

Johnny sticks his hand out, but his eyes don’t leave yours, and somehow there is something oddly striking about them. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen eyes like that… well, ever.

Introductions are short, and sweet. He repeats your name as if he wants it to linger on his lips a little bit longer than necessary, and the smile he gives you has you quickly turning to your cart so you can get their order. “Nice to meet you… uh, the usual for you, Mr. Suh?” You peek into your cooler to see what you had, making sure it available, and he offers a nod as he places a club back into the bag of his own cart.

“You got it, and whatever my son wants. We haven't got much more, but it’s still early.”

You offer a soft chuckle a bit, and that moment Johnny’s father offers a boisterous laugh as he glances over, clearly seeing someone he recognizes. He’s already walking over as soon as the drink leaves your hand, and there’s a soft shaking of your head that’s good natured.

“I can assure you, he’s always that way.” Johnny’s voice is deep, and rich, with a natural rumble that has you turning to him in a bit of surprise, but it’s still light-hearted.

“Like father and son, perhaps?” You tease with a tilt of your head.Both of his eyebrows raise and he lets out a bit of a surprised sound between laughter and a gasp. You had caught him off guard with your response, which was a feat in itself, and he leans against the cart to get his own bearings.

“In some ways, sure. Not in all.”

“Ah, of course.” You say with a nod, and his brow raises again as he waits for you to elaborate-- but you don’t, only taking a sip of your own water, the sun warming your skin. Of course, you didn’t feel the need to. He was the son of one of the richest men you had ever come into contact with at the course, which can be both a good and bad thing.

More bad than good.

Most of these people had way more money than they knew what to do with, and the more money they had, the less manners they seemed to obtain. Mr. Suh wasn’t quite like that– you’d take five of him over some of the others on even his worst days.

And clearly the good genes ran in the family. Johnny was both striking and seemingly remarkable down the earth, as if you could run into him on the streets and he could be modeling some fancy brand.

You come down from your thoughts to look back at him, only to find him nearly gazing at you, eyes almost narrowed in thought and you have to fight to keep your face neutral. “You never told me what you wanted to drink.”

“I’m not picky. Can you surprise me?”

The ask has you blinking a bit. Usually, the drink requested is down to a science, even to the amount of ice cubes, but Johnny doesn’t seem to even waver, and you swear you see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes– or perhaps the sun reflecting just perfectly to see dark brown.

“Hmm. Alright.”

It’s simple enough to make a rum and coke, and he watches with a smirk as you expertly mix up the classic drink, placing three ice cubes exactly before you’re handing it to him and he takes it with a hand that just barely brushes yours.

It’s softer than you expect.

“It’s good.” He nods after a generous sip, and you find yourself looking away since your cheeks suddenly feel hot, but his question makes you focus again: “So.. is this what you do? You just… serve drinks?”

“Pretty much. Gotta make sure the patrons are comfortable.” You reply with a soft sigh, deciding to take a seat. They were your last stop before heading back anyway… and you’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy Johnny’s presence.

The feeling was mutual, and he leans against the cart with intense brown eyes and a gaze you know he knows exactly how to use. “I wasn’t interested in coming here, before.” He suddenly finds himself confessing.

“Hmm? And what changed?” You find yourself asking, looking back up at him, only to see full lips slowly curling up to an almost lopsided, but one-hundred percent devious smile, to which you roll your eyes, looking at the skyline to hide the one threatening on your own lips.

“Mmm. I don’t fraternize with patrons.” You respond— it’s not a lie, and it was technically a rule as well. You couldn’t mix pleasure and play with your work, and even… as attractive as Johnny Suh was, you weren’t willing to jeopardize your job for a pretty man— those came a dime a dozen at the course— along with pretty shiny wedding rings, free dinners and vows to ‘keep things between them.’

Johnny looks wounded, but there’s a twinkle in his eye that you can’t help but laugh at, head tilting back at all as he looks at you with almost a fond wonder. You were beautiful. And he wasn’t willing to give up that easily.

“I’m not exactly a patron, though.”

“Mmm, but your father is.” You retort, making him blow air out of his nose as he glances over to see his father still fraternizing. No matter— gave him more of a chance to change your mind.

“Is that me?” He responds, tilting his head with a rise of a brow that makes you quirk your own. You were sure, with those looks, with his charm, he was used to getting his way. Not that you particularly blamed him— if you looked like that you’d also use it to your advantage. “I’m not my father.”

“Ah, that’s what they all say, Mr. Suh.”

“Call me Johnny. I’m not my father, seriously.” He repeats then, softer, and while the smile is still at the edge of his lips, there’s a hint of seriousness to his words that have you pausing, before you allow yourself to slowly nod.

“… I believe you.” You murmur. And at the very least, a part of you did. Or perhaps you wanted to. So many of the kids were just clones of their parents. While Mr. Suh was one of the nicer patrons, who’s to say that Johnny wasn’t a spitting image in more ways than one?

Johnny stares then, the sun hitting your eyes just right to highlight the gold flecks in them, and for a moment he grows lost as you seem to think it over. Perhaps it’s the liquid courage he’s barely had half a glass of, but something prompts him to at least try. You miss one-percent of the shots you never take, and while it’s a phrase commonly used by his father... It seems fitting at this moment. “… let me take you to dinner. I’ll show you.”

There it is. The request after work, to which has your cheeks flushing hot and there’s a sigh leaving your lips. “I just told you, I don’t fraternize with patrons.”

“What about friends?”

“We’re not friends. Y-“

“Yet.”

His confidence has you pausing as he interrupts you, to which a chuckle escapes your full lips as you shake your head. Of course there was nothing that said you couldn’t hang with friends… but Johnny seemed convinced. “You know nothing about me.”

“… yet.” Johnny continues, and there’s that perfect smile on his lips again you swear could cause a car accident. “…. I want to, though. When do you work?”

“Johnny, I cannot tell you my schedule.”

This time he laughs, a melodic way, calming and familiar, and there’s another eye roll that leaves you, but at least it’s more playful this time.

It seems his father has poor timing, finally done hanging with an old college buddy to start making his way back over… and you move to sit properly to head off, but Johnny clearly has other plans.“You didn’t answer me.” He murmurs, that grin ever so present.

“And I won’t. You think I’ll just give it to you?” You respond with a quirk of your brow, and his tongue finds his cheek. His eyes sparkle with a proposal of a challenge, and you can see before you realize what’s happening. Johnny’s father comes up seemingly five pounds lighter and a pep in his step. He mumbles something as he retrieves a different club from his own cart.

“What did you kids get up to?” He finally asks, dark eyes darting back between you and his son in curiosity. You open your mouth to start, but Johnny gets to it first.

“I was just… telling our lovely cart attendant how much I loved the sport and was planning to come back tomorrow. Maybe even more often.” He says, almost casually, but as he gives you a brief gaze, you can see the way his eyes sparkle.

You’d say you didn’t have a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying.

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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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Jaehyun ✧ Someday

✧ NCT Jaehyun x reader ✧ words: ~1.8k ✧ genre: fluff, friends to lovers ✧ warnings: suggestive (?) ✧ prompts: smiling in-between kisses + “let’s just kiss to see what it’s like,” then pulling away, lingering, going in for the second kiss (from this list)

(requested)

It’s a Friday evening, and in order to escape the summer heat and boredom, you decided to drop by Jaehyun’s place. You’ve been friends since high school, and even now, long after you both graduated, you still meet up frequently.

You’re sitting on the floor in front of the fan in his room, letting the cool air blow in your face and sometimes you move closer to the fan to throw unintelligible syllables into the flow of air, letting the blades distort the sounds. Time and time again, you earn a chuckle from your friend for your mindless behavior, and you sometimes throw him a glare over your shoulder to make sure he’s laughing with you, and not at you. And everytime you do so, you find that look on his face that tells you he couldn’t possibly have bad intentions, he’s just genuinely amused because of your actions.

“You really came here just to do that?” he eventually asks, grinning from ear to ear.

“Pff, like you’re doing anything meaningful?” you counter, pointing your chin at the phone in his hands. “We’re supposed to enjoy summer break, and what better way than to do absolutely nothing?”

“I’m not doing nothing,” he says as he shows you the screen of his phone and you have to squint to make out literally anything.

“A webtoon?” you guess after thinking you’re recognizing panels and speech bubbles.

“A friend recommended this… but I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“Why?” You consider your interest piqued and you leave the cooling fan behind to scoot closer to him on the floor.

“I don’t know, I just can’t identify with the main character, I guess?” he explains and scrolls back up to give you an overview of the chapter. You try to scan as much of the story as you can catch, and finally the scrolling stops at a kiss scene. You immediately grin at your friend.

“Is this why? Because you don’t have a girlfriend?” you tease him, but as if he was oblivious to it, his expression remains serious.

“Maybe, yeah. It’s been a while so… it’s hard to remember the feeling,” he says. You think back to the time he had his last relationship. The face of the girl he dated back then pops up in your mind. You’d think by now you could let the memories just be memories, but even after so much time has passed you feel angry at her for dumping him back then. Even Jaehyun himself must be long over her, but somehow you still can’t let the things that happened rest.

“Y/N?” he calls out to you, as you’re not responding, and your train of thought cuts off.

“Well I can remind you,” you suddenly blurt out without thinking, and only when Jaehyun raises his eyebrows in shock do you realize what you just said. “I mean-” He lets out a laugh.

“We’re friends, Y/N,” he utters. “Won’t it be awkward if we do that?”

“I-I mean… we can just… see what it’s like?” you stammer. “But you’re probably right. We’re just friends, so it won’t feel like kissing a partner.” Jaehyun shoots you a smile and turns his attention back to his phone - apparently he took that as you telling him you don’t want to do it. But now that you’re thinking about it, a part of you is certainly curious what it would feel like to kiss him.

So you keep staring at his lips, until he finally looks back up at you. Again, he lets out a slightly awkward laugh.

“What?”

“Let’s kiss.” He’s not as surprised as just earlier, and wordlessly he accepts your invitation by cupping your face with one hand and leaning in, pressing a short peck on your lips.

“That was kinda lame,” you mutter, as you’re starting to feel butterflies running wild in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating up, and in order to hide your blush you simply go in for another kiss, this time moving your lips against his properly. You keep kissing like that for a while, losing complete track of time, and when you register that he’s fallen into your rhythm and is kissing you back with as much care as possible, you start smiling involuntarily.

“Hey…” he mutters, trying to sound like he’s scolding you, but he too has a huge grin on his face. “I can’t kiss you properly if you smile like that.” You pull back a bit to look at his expression properly, and when you find yourself getting lost in his gaze you begin to realize how many emotions your friend just made you feel all at once.

“Well,” you speak and look away to keep yourself from starting to panic about this. “I think you should remember how it feels now, no?” Jaehyun remains silent for a while, and you only relax a bit when you can’t feel his stare glued to your frame anymore. He directs his attention to the webtoon on his phone again and answers.

“I think so, yeah,” he responds, hesitation reflecting in his voice. As you dare to glance over at him, you’re starting to get the feeling that he didn’t want to stop. And a part of you didn’t want to either, but there’s a voice at the back of your head telling you that you’re friends, and you can’t just make out with a friend. However, the longer you keep watching him as he tries to go back to reading the comic, the more thoughts start racing through your head. You just kissed one of your best friends, and somehow it didn’t feel awkward at all. Quite the opposite - you enjoyed it. Upon admitting that, another inner conflict arises within you, until your thoughts suddenly return to him and the girl he broke up with several months ago. You remember how protective you were of him whenever they fought, whether it was really all her fault or not, and you recall how conflicted you felt when she finally broke up with him. And now you’re here, wondering if maybe the reason why you felt like that wasn’t solely because of your close friendship, but because maybe you had feelings for him too for all this time.

“Jaehyun,” you call out to him and he turns his head to look at you. However, when his eyes meet yours, you don’t know what to say to him. “I…” you hesitate, and then eventually propose, “Do you wanna do that again?” He raises his eyebrows at you now, and when his surprised expression turns into a smile his dimples show. Your heart skips a beat and all at once everything seems to make a little more sense.

“What? You mean… kiss again?”

“Yeah…” The guy sitting on the floor next to you keeps smiling, and you’re nervous to hear his answer. Will he think you’re weird? Will he laugh it off?

You watch as Jaehyun puts his phone aside and comes closer. You hold your breath as he brings his hand up to your cheek and you can feel your quickened pulse all throughout your body. Just before your lips touch, you shut your eyes tightly, and as soon as you can feel him kissing you, you find yourself relaxing. Your hand finds his wrist, holding onto it loosely, as you kiss him back, and eventually he runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you in closer by the back of your neck.

“You were missing this too, didn’t you?” he mutters in between kisses. A flash of your last relationship passes you by in front of your inner eye, but as soon as you feel Jaehyun’s lips on yours again, your head becomes empty and the thought is long gone.

“I guess,” you whisper into the kiss, not finding it in you to interrupt what you’re doing in order to tell him the truth. Instead, you smash your lips against his again fast, filling the silence with the rustling of clothes as you dig your fingers into his shirt, and small moans to tell him not to stop what he’s doing. Your open mouthed kisses turn more passionate, and eventually you allow him to gently push you backwards onto the floor, with him now hovering above you. As you part for air, you dare to open your eyes, and you find an intense expression in his pupils, one that you haven’t seen from him before. You feel him wrapping his hands around your wrists, and when he pins them down on the floor above your head a rush of adrenaline clouds your vision. You barely register him leaning in to connect his lips to yours, but his demanding kiss makes you moan as you push your chest up and towards him, suddenly overcome with the urge to feel him everywhere. You try and fail to free yourself from his hold, and it frustrates you that you can’t throw your hands around his shoulders or run your nails down his back, and so you pour that frustration into the kiss. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, luring a sigh from his mouth, and when you let go, you can feel his warm breath on your skin. Pressing his hips down on yours to keep you in place, he finally lets go of your wrists and instead brings one hand to the back of your head as he leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck. You don’t let the chance slip away to run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the short strands as he nips at the sensitive skin at the side of your throat. He makes his way back up eventually, placing another kiss on your mouth, but as you slow down with returning the kiss, his movements become more gentle as well.

“Jaehyun…” you say his name, still breathless from making out with him. Again, you’re not sure what to follow that up with, so you simply look at him, hoping he would somehow be able to read your mood anyway.

“That’s enough?” he asks as he rolls onto his side, depriving you of his weight on top of you. You nod, as you let your fingertips travel from his head down his arm and eventually resting your hand on top of his. You don’t dare to break off the connection to him that you feel right now, not wanting him to think this meant nothing to you. You merely don’t want to cross any more lines without him knowing how you truly feel. Wordlessly, he wraps his arms loosely around your body, letting his head sink to the floor while keeping you close to him.

You think to yourself that you should probably tell him about your feelings. However, as you two keep staring at the ceiling in his room, the fan blowing cool air your way, you become hesitant to talk. You glance over at his face, and you’re relieved when you find no hint of discomfort in his expression whatsoever. Maybe, you think to yourself, it’s enough if I tell him someday.

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yutafrita · 1 year

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hi nat!! 😊 hope you've been well <333 i've been sick the last few weeks 😔 but i had some time to start under the blue flames :'') 👍 can i request a halloween-themed drabble or short fic with taeil pls? :> -🚀

Hiiii!! Aw man I’m sorry to hear that, I really hope you’re feeling better! Being sick is the worst. I wanna say I’m mostly okay- just a little stressed out with some stuff at my job atm 😵‍💫 thank you for checking, this really made my day ♥️

Ahhh Under the Blue Flames!! I'm so happy you're getting around to reading it- that was my first NCT fic and was a big undertaking lol. I hope you're liking it!

You absolutely can request Taeil- here you go :)

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Pairing: Taeil x Reader (she/her) Word Count: 1,311 Warnings: Alcohol consumptions, mentions of a fraternity

It had been two months since your ex dumped you, and your roommate was sick of you moping around the apartment- it didn’t help that all of the ice cream in the apartment was gone.

“That’s it, you’re going to the Halloween party with me whether you like it or not!” She shouted, irritated by the empty freezer.

“Why can’t I just give out candy to the kids in our apartment complex?”

“Because there’s only like, two kids that live here.”

So, now you stood in the middle of a packed party with a red solo cup in hand, and and a stupid bow in the other. Your roommate had insisted in shoving you into her costume from last year, not at all pleased with your idea of reusing your Princess Peach costume.

You scrunched your face up, grossed out by the messy concoction of alcohol the freshman fraternity boy has handed to you. You took another sip, hoping the unpleasant drink would dull the ache of the cheap wings digging into your shoulders.

Your roommate was in the corner of the crowded living room, chatting up one of the older brothers of the fraternity. You knew she would dump you when she got one drink in her system- but you didn’t mind too much. You needed to go out again and remember that you were allowed to have fun.

“Cupid- that’s a cute costume,” a voice behind you manage to say over the blaring music and chatty party goers. The owner of the voice moved in front of you and you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

“A witch, very original,” you chuckled before tilting your head. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“We had physics together last year, I’m Taeil,” the man reintroduced himself and nodded as you jogged your own memory.

He sat a couple of rows ahead of you in the class, but typically he was always the one answering the professors questions. He was smart, cute, and was always nice enough to help any classmate who asked.

“Ah, so you could ace physics but not think of a better costume?” You taunted, earning a chuckle from him. The music drowned out his laugh, and was really killing your attempt at being buzzed. “Hey, do you wanna go outside?”

The backyard of the frat house was surprisingly well kept. Taeil explained that every week different pledge classes would draw lots for chores in the house, but the freshman were typically the ones who pulled the unlucky straw of cutting the grass.

“You guys definitely rig that against them. Poor freshmen,” you leaned back on the lawn swing you two shared, watching the gentle lights of the party go.

“We don’t! Plus, I usually get stuck doing the cooking,” Taeil defended.

“My roommate usually does the cooking,” you hummed. “Although, I make a mean mac and cheese.”

“A six year old can make a mean mac and cheese,” he teased. You stuck your tongue out in defiance, and you both burst out laughing.

“So, why were you dragged here tonight?” He leaned back in the swing now, his eyes level with yours.

“Hm, my roommate thinks I need to be more social,” it was partially true. In the past two months, unless you were working or in class, you hardly interacted with anyone besides your roommate. Not like you had many friends before your breakup, but you would at least study with different classmates. Now, you refused to do that, preferring to wallow in your own self pity.

“Had a bad breakup?” Taeil guessed, raising an eyebrow.

“No way it’s that obvious,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut in embarrassment.

Taeil shrugged, “his loss. Now, I get to sit with a pretty girl dressed as Cupid.”

You turned your face away from Taeil’s gaze to hide your blush. Even with the silly makeup he had on for his costume, you knew he was handsome and while you may not feel your best, he was with you as if you deserved all the attention in the world.

You had rejoined the rest of the party at some point, smiling and giggling with Taeil as you did so.

“I was looking for you everywhere!” Your roommate popped up in front of you, her baseball cap askew. She saw the man to your side and furrowed her eyebrows, “who are you?”

“I’m your ride home tonight,” Taeil half laughed.

“I’m definitely sober enough to drive,” you whined, noting the small stumble in your roommates step.

She slung her arm over her shoulder, and whispered (although, her whisper was still clearly loud enough for Taeil to hear), “I think he just wants to spend more time with you.”

Taeil had dropped you off at your place, and before he walked back to the fraternity house (it was about two blocks away), he made sure to get your number and schedule you for a coffee date the following day.

*****

“I hate when Halloween is on a weekday,” you yawned, firmly holding the large coffee in your hand. Sitting with Taeil at your school’s coffee shop, you noticed a few things. Every two minutes someone new would wave hello to him, and he would always greet them back with their full name. You also noticed how oddly organized he was- the planner he had set on the table that detailed all of his time down to the minute, the tablet that had every class perfectly structured, and his hair was perfectly styled despite the visible exhaustion from the night prior.

"I don't understand how you can still look good despite being up so late," Taeil flirted, his eyes not shifting from the schoolwork before him.

This would become commonplace with Taeil by the third date you two would go on to the bowling alley. Random flirtations mixed in with playful teasing and childish banter. In every way, he was a breathe of fresh air in the pitiful routine you had formed after your breakup, but after he dropped you off at your place after bowling, you realized you two still hadn't even kissed.

"He's just flirting and hasn't even tried anything?" your roommate asked afterwards, not looking up from her psychology homework. You had burst into her room shortly afterwards, arms folded and in distress.

You shook your head, "he didn't even do that cheesy thing where he pretends to help me bowl and is just actually rubbing himself against my back."

"Oh," she frowned, "he sees you as a bro."

You pretended to be okay with him just seeing you as a friend- you had just gotten out of a relationship- but you found it tough to not be bothered by this. You liked being around Taeil beyond the confines of a fraternity Halloween party, but you were beginning to worry about him not feeling the same way.

"Taeil?" you met him after chemistry one day, a routine that became commonplace quickly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you see me as like... just a bro?" you asked, feeling stupid immediately after the words left your mouth. He stopped walking and shot you a confused look you hadn't seen on him before.

You tightened the grip on your backpack, now speaking a mile a minute out of sheer embarrassment, "BecauseMyRoommateSaysThatYouJustSeeMeAsaBroAndThatsFineIfYouDoThatsOkayButIJustWantToBeOnTheSamePage-."

Taeil stopped your word vomit but gently grabbing your face in his hands and dropping a small but affirming kiss against your lips, surprising you before you kissed him back in the now empty university hallway.

"I didn't want to make the first move," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "but, I do want to... potentially...actually explore us as a couple- only if you are."

You giggled, a smile now on your face you swore you lost as you then nodded at the man, "I would like that."

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2jaeh · 1 year

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candle light | mark

the power goes out so you and mark decide to "enjoy" your dinner under candle light.

genre: fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, boyfriend!mark, established relationship, mentions of food

word count: 542

- lin

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"Dang, the whole street has no lights." Mark's voice was drowned out by you rummaging through the kitchen drawer, holding up his phone torch as you searched for the pack of candles.

"Well at least now we can have an impromptu romantic candle lit dinner." You stifled a laugh, cheering internally when you finally pulled out the candles.

"You're such a dork," Mark teased as he handed you the lighter, "I wonder how romantic you'd think this is when you taste my pasta."

"I mean, Jaehyun gave you the recipe so how bad could you have messed it up?" You shrugged, lighting one of the candles.

At your words, you both stared at each other in silence, your faces illuminated by the singular candle, before bursting into laughter.

"You're mean!" Mark whined, grabbing the candles and setting them on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

"Hey, you laughed too!" You retorted, following him to the living room with the two bowls of pasta that were already beginning to get cold.

You sat down next to him on the ground, placing his bowl of pasta in front of him and there was silence again. You watched as he peered down at the food, narrowing his eyes at it, an amused grin on your face as he judged his own meal under the dim lighting.

"You know… it doesn't look so bad." Mark finally spoke up in the most unconvincing tone possible, causing you to erupt into laughter again.

"Okay, you know what? How about I taste it first." You nodded, grabbing your fork and quickly popping a serving of the pasta into your mouth.

Mark eyed you the entire time, his bright orbs both concerned and curious as you chewed the food. It wasn't bad… but it also wasn't good. But you would never want to hurt his feelings, so you swallowed it down and gave him your best smile, leaning over to peck his cheek softly.

"It's great baby, well done." You lied, feeling the warmth in your chest when Mark beamed in response.

He took his fork in his hand and began shovelling pasta into his mouth. All too quickly he spat everything back into his bowl and groaned in disgust. He lifted his head to frown at you, a look of utter betrayal written all over his face.

"Why did you lie!?" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt your feelings." You covered your face as you couldn't hold back your laugh.

"More importantly, how did you swallow?" Mark's eyes widened, "do you have no gag reflex?"

"I was gonna make a dirty joke but let me behave." You replied, pushing both bowls away as Mark giggled.

"So now what?" He pondered, pushing himself closer to you as he rested his head on your shoulder, "our candle lit dinner is ruined."

"Let's just eat some cheese sandwiches and go to bed." You shrugged.

"We can still eat our sandwiches under candle light." Mark grinned as he got to his feet, grabbing the bowls to throw away his failed pasta.

"It won't be as romantic though."

"But it'll still be perfect." Mark dropped the empty bowls in the sink and came over to hug you.

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writtenbymkl · 1 year

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word count: 473

a/n: little mark drabble i thought of while looking at my old 2015 wattpad account 🤔

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“Yo, there’s my favorite superstar,” You say, wandering into the room full of clothes and racks. On one hand, you have some flowers, and on the other, you have a watermelon cake.

“Y/n? Dude, what.” You look at Mark's surprised face as he drops the chopsticks he just had in his hand.

“What? Weren’t expecting me? You know how I am with surprises, dude,” You walk over to where he is sitting and place the cake on the table.

“These are for you, Fork,” you shove the flowers into his hands. Not just any flowers, though.

“Yo, you got me tulips?” He mumbles.

“Duh, what else would I get you?” You watch as Mark places the tulips on the seat next to him and gets up.

“Bring it in, dude,” He pats his chest and spreads his arms out to signal you to hug him. You roll your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Congratulations or whatever. You guys completed your tour,” Mark pats your back and lets go.

“Yeah, I’m a bit sad it’s over, but I’ll be on the road again soon enough,”

You squint at Mark. “You better rest up. I don’t want you calling me at 3 am like last time because you got sick and insisted on staying up to write.”

“Ay, it’s all part of the job, man,” He shrugs. You’re about to mention something else when the door opens.

“Y/n, you’re here! Johnny told me you were around here somewhere,” You hear someone say in a baby voice. Arms unexpectedly engulf you from behind.

“Hey, Donghyuck, long time no see,” You say as you try to signal Mark for help.

“Dude, let her go. She can't breathe,” Haechan lets go and goes to stand next to Mark.

“I told you not to call me Donghyuck,”

“I know, but I like making you mad,” You stick your tongue out at him, and he rolls his eyes.

“You guys are literally children, like wow,” Mark blinks.

“You know, Mark, it’s funny that you call us children when you were crying last night saying Y/n wasn’t gonna make it to the con-“ Mark’s hand suddenly flies to Haechan’s mouth.

“Yo, what? Haha, what are you even saying, dude,” You watch as Haechan licks Mark’s palm. “YO, what the hell, man,” He exclaims while shoving Haechan away from him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Marker. I’m your number one fan. I’d never miss it for the world,” You wink at him.

“Shut up,”

“Hey, what about me? I love you more than Mark. I thought we were best friends,”

“What? Of course not. Y/n is my best friend, not yours.”

“Y/n, choose. Me or mark?” You watch as they continue to argue over who’s better. When you’re friends with Mark Lee, you have a lot in store for you.

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yuta-nakamots · 2 years

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"A newly married couple are on their honeymoon in a sleepy, beachside town. They begin to have the same nightmares every night."

Could I request this prompt with highway to heaven Yuta and some horror and suspense?

Author’s Note: This was, by far, my favorite request and I was so excited while brainstorming what to write. Thank you for sending it in and thank you for always supporting me. I see you in my notes all the time and it is very much loved and appreciated <3

Pairing(s): Husband!Yuta x GN Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, Horror, Suspense, Slight Angst, established relationship!AU, marriage!AU

Warning(s): character death, description of choking

Word Count: 1k

Everything in your life was seemingly picture-perfect. You had recently gotten married to Yuta, your loving boyfriend of a few years and now husband, and even had a honeymoon planned. Together, the two of you left for the occasion, trading the hustle and bustle of your normal lives for a relaxing getaway in a sleepy, beachside town.

After you had arrived at the house he had rented and got settled in, it was already late into the night so both of you retired to the bed, excited for the true first day of your honeymoon. Yuta fell asleep almost instantly but you stayed awake for a bit longer, your anticipation for everything was just hanging around.

Right as you finally started to doze off, Yuta woke with a gasp. He looked around frantically and reached out for you, his hands grabbing you as if he was making sure you weren’t a mirage of his mind. “What happened? What’s going on?” you asked, worried to see your husband like this.

“Oh, it was just a bad dream,” Yuta mumbled. “Sorry if I startled you.” He laid back down and closed his eyes though you knew he wasn’t going back to sleep just yet. He couldn’t. Not after he dreamt that he killed you.

He had killed his loving spouse while on this honeymoon. He grabbed you by your throat and choked you to death. He felt your soul leave your body from the way your resistance gave out. Yuta was not in control of his own body but he was conscious of everything he did in that dream.

He hoped that’s all it would be. A dream. A nightmare.

When morning came, the two of you slept in late and by the time Yuta dragged you out of bed and away from your little escapades with him under the sheets, it was nearly sunset. You felt it was the perfect time to go out and visit the long, beautiful beach you had seen on the way into the town.

Yuta gladly went with you, quickly taking off his shoes and socks before running straight into the pale golden sand. You followed suit and joined him in running down to where the land met the sea. It felt like the two of you were back to being in elementary school with the way you and Yuta took turns chasing each other up and down the expanse of the beach.

“You can’t catch me!” he taunted, jumping around in front of you.

“I just did literally a minute ago,” you shouted back.

He mocked you rather accurately and then claimed “that’s because I let you.”

“Nakamoto Yuta, don’t you dare lie to me!” you threatened and broke out into a sprint after him once more.

Laughter from both of you rang out and filled the quiet air as if there were no one else around. When the sun had fully set, your energy was depleted but your heart was full. You sat down where the grass mingled with the sand and took the time to bask in the serenity of this moment for a little while longer.

The glaring rays of the sun were fading over the edge of the horizon, painting the sky with burning hues of orange and pink while the clouds were loosely spread about. You could see a faint image of the moon beginning to glow accompanied by the shy glitter of stars dotting the sky while it faded into a shade of dark blue.

Normally, you weren’t able to see a sight like this because of all the lights from the city, and even if you did, the sound of cars passing by and people living their lives took away from the impact it had. This town was so calm and silent and you felt it cleared your senses from being constantly overwhelmed.

But now that you thought about it, everything here seemed a bit too…still.

Yuta noticed it too. He stood next to you but facing the main street of the town, his head tilting as he looked left and right, trying to find any sign of human life. Nothing. There was not a single car on the road. All the houses were dark, and only the streetlights eerily shining above the empty pavement showed the slightest piece of humanity.

“Yuta? Are you…seeing what I’m seeing?” you timidly asked, not sure if you were simply imagining all of this.

He turned to you slowly as if scared to take his eyes off of the cluster of buildings the two of you believed to be your quaint beachside retreat. “Yeah and I don’t think I like it,” he confirmed while offering a hand to help you up. “Let’s get going before night actually sets in and it’s completely dark.” You didn’t have to be told twice, your time with the remaining afterglow of the sun growing shorter by the second.

Once you and Yuta arrived back at the small house and turned on almost all the lights, it felt slightly better but the absolute darkness outside was unsettling. Both of you got to work trying to find whatever information you could on the town with growing inklings of danger. You groaned when the infamous circle of death popped up, rotating again and again on the page. “There’s no reception here,” Yuta noted, showing you the same thing on his phone.

The two of you wandered throughout the house, trying to find anywhere that had even a single bar of service to put your worries to rest. Your anxiety only heightened further when you heard Yuta let out a yell from the kitchen. “Ah! I think I got something!” You ran over to join him and held onto his arm while he clicked on a page from Yelp.

He started reading the comment created just one week ago. “There’s something wrong with this town. I don’t know what it was but just stay away. I had horrible nightmares when I stopped by to repair my car. Do not go to this town.”

With every word you hoped you would wake up and find this was all just a bad dream. But this nightmare was only getting started.

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LITTLE LADY

LEE MINHYUNG

Prologue: Taking your grandma’s old car to the mechanic can offer you some fun, all you have to do is to just drop hints

Genre: Suggestive + Car mechanic Mark

Wordcount: 951

Prompt: "All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that."

Warnings: Suggestive content [ body descriptions ]

"I recall going to the movies with your grandfather every Saturday night back in our younger days. This car has witnessed all our good and bad times." Your grandmother gushed about the old, red convertible. It sure would have been opulent in its day, but it now only qualified as vintage.

You entered it and examined its state; some pieces were rusty, while others were dusty. All you could hope for was for this vehicle to function at all until it arrived at the mechanic. It would not have been pleasant to be stranded on the streets of this small town with a car that had broken down.

It took you a decent amount of time to reach the only garage in this little town. It wasn't too fancy, standing right at the corner of a street, with a few men working with greased tools, sweating, dressed in grey overalls. This place oddly smelled of gasoline and oil, rather musty.

One of the guys approached you and your vintage red convertible, 'Little Lady', the way your grandparents preferred it. But it seemed as if it was not the time to be focusing on the Little Lady, but on the man that stood right in front of you.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and his sweat-soaked hair was held back by a black headband to keep it from streaming over his face. His clothing, an overall with no shirt inside, was the only thing that covered his torso. His arms were already toned, and the mechanical activities he did here simply added to that. It was not the right time to be thinking about a silly automobile.

"How can I help you?" He asked, his gaze piercing straight into yours, a little smile taking over his face. "Excuse me?" He waved his hand on receiving no response from you.

"Umm. Yeah. Hello. I need you to, this Little Lady, fix it." Words undoubtedly came out of your mouth, but perhaps the brain was not involved, because you blurted them out without thinking, leading the guy to smile, which he concealed with a pursed mouth.

"This car." You drew a nod from him by pointing. He took a step forward and bent to inspect the vehicle. It was deep enough for your sight to peep under his baggy clothing. He was sweating till as far as your eyes could reach. His abdomen muscles were impressive, and so was his chest. The belt of his Calvin Kleins acted like the icing on the cake.

"Thirty minutes." He got back up. "You could leave it here and collect it back, or you could-"

"I'll wait, yeah." You spoke before he finished his sentence. This man was driving you crazy.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on the chair, the only one in the garage that seemed decent enough to place your butt on. Maybe it was not often that the customers stopped by and waited. But you had to wait because, firstly, there was no way you could drive back and secondly, and more importantly, you were not by any chance going to miss this eye candy.

It was not your fault entirely. You could not even remember the last time you got decently laid, and certainly not ever since you had been in your grandma's town. "When possibilities present themselves, seize them." That's what everyone teaches, and you were preaching it right here.

When your attention returned to the man, he was absorbed in his work, completely oblivious to how desperate he was making you feel. If it had been up to you, you would have rushed towards him, ripped his clothes to shreds, and dragged him closer. However, you were never in charge of your own life.

"Mark, pass me the air jack, mate." Someone voiced from the other side. Mark. His name was Mark.

It was manageable right before he started working on the other side, bending again, as if simply standing was not enough, this time giving you the view from the back. Maybe you were jealous, his ass game was way better than yours, you were too engrossed in staring at it, taking no notice of the time.

Shit! You mentally cursed yourself, there he caught you. He looked at you with a questionable eye and his mouth was left open. On the other hand, you had an inexplicable expression on your face.

The garage was empty now, all the other men that had been working had left for their meals already, leaving only the Mark guy working alone.

You reached back to the car, where Mark was working. "You promised me this car in about thirty minutes." You inquired as you leaned against the Little Lady. The query was more of a pretext to speak with him.

"All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that." Mark reverted back, with a smirk on his face. Was he flirting right now? Or was he just making fun of you for acting so needy and dropping all the hints?

"There you go." He handed the keys back to you. Grabbing your wrist and placing the metal keys onto your palm.

Normally, it would have taken less than five seconds for this act, but Mark was deliberately slower, brushing his fingers, tracing them from all the way to your palm to the tip of your fingers, maintaining incessant eye contact. His eyes were dark, and they were filled with lust, much like yours.

Little Lady must have seen the highs and lows of life and romantic movie dates, but there was still some filthy experience it lacked. You and Mark fulfilled it that afternoon.

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