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rvnjun · 6 years

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mc | mark lee

requested: Hey I saw a anon asking if there was stories about about Mark and you said no, so I was wondering if I can request something about him ? Like the members HIGHKEY shipping him y/n after he was mc with her and then she like becomes friends with him and comes over and they end in a heaters make out session but before things get any further ten or Johnny walks in 😂, I’m sorry if this makes u uncomfortable, btw love ur blog💕💕💕 genre: fluff, suggestive? warnings: making-out word count:1.5k a/n: I really liked this request! Im worried I didn't cover the “shipping” part that much so sorry about that! I hope you like it

“Thank you so much for joining us,” the staff member said while fixing your hair. You nodded your head and smiled appreciatively at her, “I'm so honored that you asked me,” you said while wiping your palms on your jean shorts. Your eyes wandered around the room and you looked at everyone, you had performed on this stage many times before, but you have never mcd. Not even when your group was being asked questions, it was always one of your members that answered them and held the mic. “We invited you because you have similar energy as the other MCs,” the staff explained. You hid our mouth behind your hand while you laughed at her words.

Thinking about the MCs you shook your head in confusion, “I'm not so sure if that's a compliment or not,” you jokes. The staff member started laughing and pointing somewhere behind you. Turning around you locked eyes with Mark. Instantly you bowed and nervously chuckled. “Ouch,” Mark said while watching you. You immediately started to shake your head. “No! I didn't mean it like that,” you tried to explain but you were laughing too hard.

Growing up you had always been told that first impressions matter and this was surely a bad one. "I get what you mean, it's okay. Oh, I'm Mark by the way,” he smoothly introduced. You stuck out your hand to shake is and nodded “Nice to meet you, Mark, I'm Y/n,” he shook your hand back. “I came to give you your mic,” he said while handing it to you.

You eyed the mic in awe. You had always dreamed about having the silly mic with your name bedazzled onto the front. Mina had to temporarily leave her position as MC for 1 month, during that time you were going to cover. “I'm not going to be here that long,” you said while still staring at it. Mark was still holding it, he held it close to your face. “Are you going to take it or can I keep it?” he asked with the praise of his eyebrows. Your hand shot out and you grabbed it from him like a kid who got their toy stolen away. “No,” you whined with a sly smile.

In a matter of seconds, Mark has instantly become an awkward shy mess. His cheeks with a soft peachy pink and his hand started to clam up. Mark rubbed the back of his neck and started to back away towards the door. His hand went up and his thumb pointed at the exit “I have to go but,, see you later?” he asked. “Of course,” you stated, you were about to see him for mcing. “Okay,” he said, turning around extremely fast and hitting his head on the door. “Oh my gosh! Mark, are you okay?” you asked, rushing toward his side. Mark rubbed his head and bolted out of the door. “I'm fine! See you soon,” he hollered from somewhere in the hall.

You sighed and stared at the door before turning back to the staff member you were previously talking to. Waving your mic in her face you turn you smiled radiantly “What do you think?” you asked while seeing it with heart eyes. “I think you and Mark are cute,” she giggled and began to put her things away. You thought about Mark for a moment. He was extremely cute but this was your first time meeting him. “Hush it,” you softly whispered making her chuckle suspiciously while walking away. “Y/n! Come on,” a voice yelled from the hall. “I have to go, thanks once again,” you said while rushing out of the room. “Ready for your first time as an MC?” the staff asked and you instantly nodded. “I'm looking forward to this experience,,” you said with an ecstatic smile

You sighed half-heartedly. The past 3 weeks as an mc had been extremely amazing. You weren't expecting to have this much fun and to get along with everyone so well. Part of you was sad that Mina had to come back so early, but you knew it was her position. “If I had known I'd love it this much and become this attached to it I wouldn't have joined,” you mumbled to yourself while shoving another piece of cake into your mouth. All day you had been pouting and mapping, part of you knew that there was a bigger reason you being upset about leaving.

Mark. Unexpectedly you had become extremely close with Mark and you were going to miss him. During mc times you two would sneak flirtatious glance sat daughter and prayed that no one saw. While you were waiting to film or do something you and Make would mess around and have fun. He made your day, you began to look forward to your play dates with him. “Hey Y/n,” Mark said sadly as he entered your dressing room. You put on a big fake smile and turned to look at you. “Hi Mark!” you beamed while staring curiosity at the boy. Mark handed you a singular sunflower. Taking the flower you happily smelt it. “It's beautiful,” you softly said. Your eyes started to water but you did your best to hold it in.

Mark looked like he was deep in thought, you stood up and went to put the flower somewhere special, leaving the boy to stand there by himself. Mark stared at the marble white floor as he thought back to what his members said. “I'm not one to say this type of stuff but HOLY SHIT you and Y/N would be so cute together,” “Ya know, I would've thought yall were dating if I didn't already know the answer,” “Your chemistry is so good!” his members had said a variety of things to him. He knew that people thought you looked good together but he thought it was just the fans, he didn't know that his own members liked the thought of you two dating.

“I'm going to do it,” he said to himself full of confidence. He was going on a limb and was going to assume that you reciprocated his feelings.Once you re-entered the room he walked to you, placed his hands on your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “Y/n I really like you, like, a lot,” he said, cheeks riveting a fire truck. You softly smiled, you didn't think that he confess, especially not like this. ‘I like you too,” you said mailing his mouth drop open. “Wait really?” he asked removing his hands from your shoulders You started to chuckle “Of course, silly! I thought it was obvious,” you stated while thinking to all the times you blankly stared at him without shame.

Mark's eyes went from your eyes to your lips, he took a step forward and cornered you. “Mark?” you asked softly while staring into his eyes. Slowly he leaned in, you felt your heart pick up speed at his actions. His soft lips pressed against yours in a rough manner. He backs up and pushes you against the wall. You could tell this was something he had been wanting to do for a while now, the feverish want in his actions was crystal clear. Your hands danced their way up his toned chest to his neck when you rested them. His hand sid the same except they made their way to your hair where they gently tugged at the strains causing you to moan. Mark took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You let Mark take control, his hands went from your hair slowly down to your ass. He tightly squeezed your ass, you jumped up slightly and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. Carrying you to the leather sofa he laid you down and straddled you. His lips danced to your neck, with each kiss he placed you felt a fire ignite inside of you.

“Hey, Mark-” Johnny started saying as he walked into the room. He stopped in his place and stared at you two on the couch. Mark stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at Johnny. He stared at him like a meerkat while mumbling incoherent gibberish. Johnny took note of everything, you pressed against the couch, the shiny marks on your neck, and Marks puffy glistening red lips. “Nice one bro,” Johnny said with a slight laugh. Mark hid his red face in your neck. “As happy as I am that you two are together, you are wanted by our manager,” Johnny explained while gesturing to where Marks dressing room was. “Yep,, I'll be there soon,” Mark said while moving himself off of you. Johnny nodded his head and finger gunned his way out of the room. “I have to,, a,, go. Can we finish this later?” he asked with a sly smile. You nodded your head and slipped on a piece of paper. “Make sure to call me,, see you later,” you said while pushing him out of your room. “Yeah, see you later,” he said before turning around and stealing another intense kiss from you.

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jenotation · 6 years

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(m) two ways | mark lee

— genre | romance, angst, smut — word count | 8.1k+ — warnings | semi-public sex, making out, fingering, several mentions of child abuse, suffering from siblings, slight mentions of alcohol, unrequited love (?)

Youlearned that everything comes in two ways - two ways of pain, two ways of issues and two ways of love.

It was the same routine everyday. Go to school, get scolded by your mum, get sneered at by your sister and go to bed with a proud collection of homework. Life wasn’t fair. Life was never fair: you felt sick in your stomach whenever you contemplate your life situations. How everything is. How everything seemed to other people.

How other people didn’t know you were a toy; a toy that was controlled perfectly by its remote control. You weren’t an open book. You were always a quiet child; a good daughter to your parents (even if your mum doesn’t treat you right). You never attend parties late at night. You never had a boyfriend. You never had sex- whoa! That was way off your radar. That was way out of your league. You couldn’t possibly do such things behind your mum’s back. It wasn’t right, even if that disgusting being called your unjust mother treated you like dust. Your mum mistreated you. Your dad left when you were 7. Nobody around you was a reliable source; a traffic light to signal whether you’re doing things right or whether you are being too emotional at some point. However, your sister had a juxtaposing mentality to yours. Your sister did everything you never did: attended parties, had a boyfriend, even smoked outside of the house and she had sex. That too, all of that happened, happens, in one night. You didn’t understand. How was it that your sister got away with all these rebellious actions and you get smacked for just forgetting to return in an assignment? Life wasn’t fair. Life isn’t fair. Life is never fair. From the day your mum scolded you with such raging anger, you always feared her. Her bellowing tone, her dried rose lips, her big mahogany eyes... It was all too strong. “What did you just say?” Your mum seethed at you, teeth gritted together like super glue, her jaw clenched like a stubborn child refusing to wash the dishes. “Your sister is not spoilt! Just because your dad isn’t here for you doesn’t mean you have to be a fucking bitch. Go before I slap the living daylights out of you!” The language your mum was using towards the 10 year old you was pure vulgar and she definitely required some legal help for swearing at you. Your tears welled up in your eyes, “I said nothing wrong-“ Slap. Slap. Slap. Your mother’s slaps were like a saw chunking down wood at the speed of light. They were powerful and heavy-handed, and they were relentless at your supple skin. They stung like the memories of your dad leaving you with such a monster. That night you didn’t sleep. You were bleeding and burning red. You didn’t care about life anyway. Once you are beside your sister, you are forgotten. You grew up with being told “Wow, you’re so pretty!” but once your sister slides into the picture, you are no where near to her standards. Sure, she’s pretty. Sure, she’s popular. But her attitude is one of pessimism: she gets what she wants. She’s snobby and you hate it. She’s full of herself and you hate it. She’s vain (but you have to admit, she’s vain for a reason) and you hate it. She’s spoilt and you hate it. Was it because you just hated her guts or was it because of your low-life insecurities? “You can’t do anything right,” your sister sneered. “Do something you can, will you?” “My grades are better than yours will ever be,” you huffed. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be as snobby as you-“ “Don’t test me, Y/N.” She paused. “You know I don’t like it when you presume you have the audacity to show off. I can do it too; much better than you can ever do it. You don’t even look like you’re a part of the middle-class society, your skin is dull and your attire makes me want to scream. Shut the fuck up before my patience wears thin.” That was the last time you saltily retorted back at your sister. You were 9. Life seemed to be imprisoned for you, waiting for a bail from your powerful lawyer. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible, until it was time for you to enrol into university. Your heart breaks when you realise you are- were related to such animals. Disgusting beings with horrible influences. On the very day you turned eighteen, you announced that you were going to live with your dad and his family. You didn’t want anything to do anything with the two monsters in the house. You wanted to cut off all ties with them. Through endless video calls with your dad and his wife, you knew that you always had a unique connection with your dad, as well as his new family that you hoped had accepted you and appreciated you a tad bit more than your sister. Surprisingly, your mum let you go, but the reason wasn’t very surprising. It was expected, she never cared about you since you were a little child learning how to add and subtract, why would she care now? “I want to live with my dad,” you said, the strength in your voice unfaltering. Your mum glanced at you, “Go then. Does it look like I care?” You looked down. Never in your life did you think that parents could bring you down so terribly; your hopes came crashing down. A little part of you wanted your mum to talk in a soft, sweet tone and say that she doesn’t want you to go away from her because your dad is too far. It hurt. It hurt for your own mother to be so rude to you. Your sister laughed, “Y/N, nobody cares about you! When will you learn?” You didn’t message or talk to any of them after you packed your bags. ❀ Living with your dad was a completely different experience. You expressed to your dad how you absolutely detested living with your so-called mum and sister who seemed to be from another blood, and when you said that all your dad said was “It’s just her mum’s influences. I don’t understand why she wanted custody when she can’t keep one happy.” Your dad married someone 3 years older than him. You found that admirable, that he was willing to give older women an equal chance. Your dad always told you that “Young women complain too much”, which seems reasonable since his divorcee was 2 years younger. Your stepmother had a son. Her son’s name was Jung Jaehyun, and he was 2 years older than you. It was nice that you now had a brother that could look out for you, since your older sister never batted an eyelash at you just to grab other people’s attention. Jaehyun was sweet. He had honey brown, tousled hair and his dimples were caves deep. He had a tall, lean figure and he looked like a model (you always take his candids for his Instagram with 100k followers ever since you came). He may not have shared this to you, but you could tell that he always wanted a younger sister. The emotions he puts into every deep conversation and the safety you always feel when you are around him is surreal. It always felt like you were at a war zone with your mum. Every venomous touch from her peeling palm left a digital footprint on you. Every moment she spent with you was on repeat in your brain, it was hard to get rid of those poisonous memories with your mum and your sister. To you, they were toxic. They were never the paracetamol you took whenever the pain was overbearing; they exceeded levels of affliction. The reminder everyday from the scar she left on your arm by burning it with a clothing iron was a sign that you were nothing in this world. Life sucks, but it’s better. ❀ The first foot you stepped in to your university was like a wave of water to sand on a beach. It was different. You were nervous to talk to people and you were scared if people would approach you just to mock and snicker at you. You attend the same university as your stepbrother. On the first day of your first lecture, he drove you in his new Mercedes Benz and he initiated small talk with you just to hope he simmered some of your nervousness. “Just don’t have a boyfriend on the first day of school,” he joked. “The boys here may look handsome, but they definitely are not innocent. I don’t want them to ruin your innocence, you’re like a baby!” You rolled your eyes, “Please, Jae. Does it look like I would get a boyfriend on the first day? I’m not desperate.” He laughed, “Okay, I get it. I’ll come find you after your lecture alright? I want you to eat with me and my friends. They’ve been wanting to meet you for so long since they know that you’re behind my pictures on Instagram. Oh yeah, I hit 120k.” “I noticed,” you hummed. “Congrats, anyway. Do I have to have lunch with you? I kinda need some friends of my own...” “Don’t be silly,” he lightly scolded. “You can make friends. Just spend this lunch with me and my friends, please?” His pout was dangerous. You couldn’t believe that your 21 year-old brother was acting like a 5 year old begging for milk. That face he made was overbearing. “Okay, okay, I’ll eat with you and your annoying friends!” “That’s what I like.” ❀ You always loved literature. All the analysis and extremely meaningful choices made to extracts and poems seemed like a dream in a dream to you. The language used seemed to drug your senses; it swirled you and twisted your emotions to the point you completely forget that you’re in a death hole by the name of a classroom, and not the comfort of your bed. Literature being beautiful was an understatement. It was more than that. Literature was the sun to your moon, the chlorophyll to your chloroplast, the lace to a piece of lingerie and more. The moment you had stepped into the literature lecture, you already new that it was going to be an amazing year. The lecture room was extravagantly filled with quotes, poems like War Photographer by Carol-Ann Duffy and The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson accompanied with various important role models (half of them were dead). “Are you the new student?” You glanced up from your seat, as an extremely tall boy with extremely luscious lips spoke to you. “Yeah... that’s me.” You awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. It seemed to be that people knew that a new student was coming, maybe because Jaehyun was popular amongst the ladies and someone had spread the word. That sounded like that was the case. “Ah, so you’re Jaehyun’s sister!” The boy clapped enthusiastically, causing you to jump in surprise. “I’m Lucas, and I hang out with your brother if you didn’t know already.” You released a loud sigh in relief, not realising that you were holding your breath. “Thank God, I got scared. I don’t know why.” He laughed. “Aww, cute! Jaehyun said that you were very cute, I have to agree.” You lifted one of your eyebrows, “Are you flirting with me? Very bad attempt, Lucas.” “I tried, shut up. Now let’s get to know each other so I can brag to the others.” ❀ Having Lucas beside you for the entire literature lecture was a combat between gratitude and annoyance. He was definitely very friendly and outgoing - however, his outgoing personality came with his talkativeness. He didn’t shut up the whole time. The bell rang, indicating it was lunch time. That was good and bad. You were starving like a wild wolf, but you didn’t want to meet Jaehyun’s friends. What will they think of you? What did Jaehyun say about you to them? Maybe you should just run away... Just as you were about to step foot, Lucas grabbed your wrist. “Ah, ah, ah! Jaehyun told me that you were going to eat with us. He just sent me a message saying that ‘My lovely sister will make a shitty attempt to run away, grab her whilst you can since she is like a sprinter’. You’re coming with me.” You groaned. Looks like your plan failed. ❀ The boys with interesting. The oldest boy Taeil had a very unique personality and could imitate an owl impeccably - he majored in Psychology. Taeyong looked like a character from an anime (you nearly drooled at such incredible visuals that your brother had to hold your jaw and push it up so you wouldn’t actually drool), it wasn’t surprising that he was majoring in Photography. Johnny could also imitate an animal - however, his imitation was much more hilarious and since it was his friend’s parrot, it amplified how funny it actually was. He said that he was majoring in Sociology since he liked working with people. Yuta deemed himself as a savage (although he’s a Dance major) with Donghyuck, or Haechan (a Music major). You were undoubtedly going to get on with them, after you’ve passed this super-shy phase. Doyoung already made you think he was an intellectual: you’re grades are saved, especially since he majored in Literature just like you. Ten is short (like Taeil), but once he stepped foot onto the ground you nearly screamed at his footwork. It was like Van Gogh painting The Starry Night; ethereal. No wonder he was majoring in Dance with Yuta. You already knew that Jaehyun was an addition to the Dance majors, however you were surprised when you heard that Sicheng, also known as Winwin was a History major. From your high school experiences, you knew that history required a lot of debating and pushing your point across with passion and reasoning, though Sicheng appears to be that he would fit better with a major like Sociology with Johnny or maybe even Literature with Doyoung and Lucas because he looked so innocent and cute from your first impression. Nevertheless, you never doubted his choices and was sure that he was great at what he was doing. Of course, Lucas was a Literature major in your class. Now Mark, he was something special to you. He was breathtaking. Although Taeyong looks inhumane and gorgeous, Mark had this image that sparked interest in your gut. His auburn hair was perfectly messy and you oh-so wished you could run your small fingers through those tresses. Mark’s eyes were harsh rivals to the amber gemstone whenever the sun gleamed through the windows in the lunch hall. You liked everything about him, including the fact that he majors in Music with Haechan. Oh how you wished that he could sing, rap and play an instrument to you to sleep... Some say the first impression is the most important, yet Mark shined the brightest amongst the 10 boys (excluding your brother). You were sure of it. You felt like a little girl with a petty crush, but you couldn’t help it. He was beautiful to you. “What are you thinking about?” You jumped, glancing at Jaehyun beside you as he whispered into your ear. You nodded, “I’m fine, why?” He glanced at you, “Are you too uncomfortable? We can leave if you would like-“ “N-No!” You said quite abruptly and loudly, making the boys turn their heads towards you. You shrunk in your seat and said in a soft tone, “I-I’m fine, it‘ll take a little while to get used to them, but I’ll be fine...” Yuta cooed, “Aww, you’re cuter than Winwin!” Winwin huffed, “Nobody will take my adoration throne. Test me, Y/N.” “I don’t want it anyway, Winwin.” ❀ You were surprised. After a long day from your part-time job, all you wanted to ask for was a nice rest. It looks like Jaehyun had different plans. Your parents were out for a few weeks to meet their friends on a short vacation, and nobody was home. You and Jaehyun had the entire house to yourselves and you inwardly cheered when they told you the news. However, now you’re dreading this very news. You didn’t look decent at all. You were dressed in a simple white t-short and some black jeans and sneakers, and your hair was slicked into a high ponytail. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating that you looked bad, but at least not good enough for the unexpected visitors... “Yo, Y/N could you get me some water please?” Johnny asked politely. “You see, old age is hitting me a little too early and the pain in my legs is-“ “We get it, old man,” Haechan commented. “Since you talk like you’re Dr Phil, please. It’s definitely hit you early.” You went into the kitchen and took a large litre bottle to pour water into the glass. Whilst you were pouring the water into the glass, you heard footsteps behind you as you turned around. It was Mark. God, why does he have to look so good all the time? Sigh. Mark smiled, “Hey, do you have some sweets I could just snack on? I’m a little hungry.” You stuttered with a slight blush growing warm against your cheeks, “Oh yeah, sure- erm, here you go.” You handed him a few packets of jelly sweets with some chocolate, and you noticed his eyes gleam at the treats. He looked like a toddler all over again. You didn’t know how Mark had this effect on you. It was almost like he had enchanted you with a spell that spelt “Fall in love with me when you meet me!” boldly against your forehead. You wanted to be wherever he was. He emitted an outwardly positive vibe which you enjoyed and his smile was precious in your eyes. This had never happened to you before, especially for a girl that had never been in a relationship in general. The way Mark looks at everyone so endearingly made you feel so fuzzy and warm inside. What if he looked at you only like that? It’s only been a few weeks since you knew him and the other boys, yet he had your heart pounding in 5 seconds. You knew that this was wrong; you felt strange with holding such strong feelings for him, but they felt so right to you. “Thank you!” He chirped. That one piece of interaction kept you up all night. ❀ You knew that falling for Mark was too quick and too sudden. You knew that falling for people was useless; you didn’t know if the feeling was either mutual, or if they even appreciated you. The confusion hindered your feelings. In front of your eyes, you witnessed a make-out session between Mark and a girl with brown hair and teal ends against the lockers. She gave the impression of a popular girl, so you assumed that she was just that. You couldn’t really collect much from the way her eyes were closed and her lips were attacking Mark’s. You didn’t understand anything at all. Was Mark initially the type of guy to have a fling on the daily or did he already have a girlfriend? Suddenly, you felt bad for allowing your feelings bloom into a healthy lotus as you assumed the latter. You decided that it was only right to give them space, despite the fact that your heart felt like it was being stabbed several times. Maybe your sister was right. Love just wasn’t for a good girl like you. Love needed courage - something you didn’t have. ❀ Swiftly, you stopped hanging out with Jaehyun’s friends. You didn’t want to burden the guys with your stupid feelings anyway, there was no point. There was no way that you could tell them that you had seen Mark lip locking a girl you’d never seen before and be teased for that, but knowing Doyoung, he’d be able to make smart inferences in only a few seconds... It was definitely best to leave them for now. Nobody could know about your child-like crush. Not even your brother. Instead of joking around with Haechan and Yuta or discussing why Elizabeth wasn’t fit for the English throne with Winwin, you spent your time with Jiwon. No, she wasn’t a replacement for the guys you were very used to, but you genuinely wanted someone else to be acquainted with because at this point the other people at university must think you’re a stuck-up whore that just wants attention from some of the most handsome boys at the uni. Jiwon was in your Literature lecture one day and she had asked for a pencil from you with the brightest and cutest smile you had ever seen (after Mark’s, you were ashamed that that hadn’t changed yet). You could agree ten thousand times that it was the most cliché way your friendship had blossomed into sisters from different misters, though you wouldn’t regret anything that came after that. “Y/N, let’s get some coffee before school starts! I need caffeine~” Jiwon suggested with a rosy pout formed on her lips. You nodded, “Alright, I need some too to be honest. The literature exam is literally pulling the bones out of me.” Jiwon giggled, “Me too! But I can’t afford to fail, my parents will complain.” You couldn’t agree more, since your biological mother wasn’t going to be the one looking at your result card, it was going to be your dad and your step mother. Immediately, you recalled moments with your biological mum and sister. You sighed. How much they used to bring pain into your blood, how many times they were the reason to your tears, how many times you felt dizzy... It came to you too quickly. It amazed you that in just 6 months, you forgot most of the things that happened in the past. But the very same past came crawling back to you like a spider marking its territory with a sticky, clear cobweb against the wall. “Y/N, are you okay?” Jiwon looked at you with a concerned expression imprinted on her face. “You look sick. Let me call Jaehyun-“ “No, I’m fine,” you refused. “I’m fine. I’m just recovering from some pain...” Only you knew that it was pain in two ways, not one. ❀ Jaehyun was muddled. The moment you refused to stay with him at lunch, he understood that something was wrong. There was some sort of telepathy that was going on, even though the two of you weren’t blood related. He saw the large grin that was embossed on your face when you stayed with him and his friends. He liked that. Now, you looked dull and sleep-deprived. But he wasn’t stupid. That obviously wasn’t the reason. There was something else that was eating your happiness away like acidic solutions burning and dissolving the gentle skin. There was something you were hiding. He had to know. “Jaehyun, don’t worry so much,” Taeyong reprimanded gently. “I’m sure she knows the situations she’s handling silently, I think that it’s best if you let her handle whatever she’s handling alone. That way, she’ll understand herself that you care since you’re not meddling in.” Taeil joined in, “I agree with Taeyong. I don’t have a sibling, but I definitely know that she’ll appreciate it a lot more if you just let her do what she’s doing. If you start to see that she looks really sick or tired or something, only then you should intervene and ask what’s been bugging her these days. If she wants to tell you and she feels the need to tell you, she’ll tell you. Trust me, she’ll come by soon.” Yuta grinned, “Doyoung, you’re not an intellectual anymore.” Doyoung glared at Yuta, “I’m remaining the intellectual and you can stay as the dumb folk with Haechan. Now shut up.” ❀ “Y/N, we need to talk.” Usually, Jaehyun called you by cute names like ‘my lovely sister!’ or ‘my innocent flower!’. Now that his tone was low, you felt the seriousness in him and the slight desperation. You looked up from your book as you closed it after marking your page, “Yes, Jaehyun?” “What’s wrong with you?” You pursed your lips, contemplating whether the way he said it meant two ways or only one. Jaehyun seemed to notice the atmosphere shift, as he kneeled in front of you. “Please talk to me, Y/N. I might not be blood-related to you, however I’m still your brother. These days, I’ve realised that you appear a bit more upset and your smiles are forced. Please tell me what’s wrong...” You took a deep breath, “Many things, Jaehyun. I don’t think I want to burden you with my problems, but one of the issues is unrequited love. That’s all you need to know.” “Y/N, please talk to me-“ You slammed your bedroom door closed and left the house. ❀ When you woke up, you were surprised to be in your brother’s bedroom, a cold towel placed delicately against your forehead and a fan spinning in front of you. You didn’t remember what happened after you left the house, but it seemed to be huge as Jaehyun walked into the room with an angry expression, his eyes squinting at you and the veins on his neck that looked like they were going to burst. “What h-happened to me?” You squeaked, suddenly feeling little under your brother’s gaze. He sighed as he rubbed his face with his calloused hands, “You left the house and you fainted at Jiwon’s place, I had to collect you from there and she suddenly told me that you have a fever! Listen Y/N, just because mum and dad aren’t home doesn’t mean that you can act the way you want! We didn’t even finish what we were talking about. You need rest right now, we’ll talk after eating the dinner I‘m making.” He looked at you with disappointment, which made you feel even more belittled than before. Jaehyun left the room, a gentle collision between the door and wall. You looked at the window, even though nothing was interesting there, as you thought to yourself on how this could have been the first time you disappointed your 21 year old brother. God, you couldn’t have disappointed another person in your life, especially your brother. ❀ You grabbed the used glass in front of you as you stood in front of the kitchen sink, about to begin washing the dishes sparkling clean, when Jaehyun took the glass from your hands. “You’re sick, you shouldn’t be doing the dishes.” Knowing that your brother was a stubborn man, you nodded and mumbled a small apology. Before you left, he grabbed your wrist. “Meet me here in 10 minutes.” You gulped. You were in trouble, in two ways. ❀ “Now, who taught you that it was okay to run out of the house?” You looked down, not even a word refusing to tumble out of your lips. “Who told you that it was okay to make me worried like that?” Silence. “Who told you that it was okay to keep all your feelings locked in your mind and heart without feeling the need to tell someone about your pain?” Tears began to quickly prick your eyes, as you covered your face in pity for revealing yourself at such a vulnerable state. “I-I’m sorry.” He sighed as he hugged you close, “Why are you sorry, Y/N? You only did what your conscience told you to do, and that’s okay. I know why you’ve been upset for the past few days, I’m your brother. I know everything about you. It’s hard to turn your back straight on me, but please, please, please, for future references, tell me what’s on your mind. I promise, it feels better to talk to someone about your issues. Don’t hold them in like a bank and cash.” For the first time, you felt loved. ❀ “Jaehyun, can I talk to you for a second?” Jaehyun turned towards the owner of the voice; his stepdad. He removed his headset carefully and placed them gently like an expensive set of jewellery that was worth millions. “Yes, dad?” “Sit,” his dad patted the space beside him on the bed. “Since you’re now Y/N’s brother, you deserve to know some things about her sudden arrival.” “What about it?” Curiosity was seeping through Jaehyun’s tone like water and tissue; he wanted to know. Why did Y/N suddenly decide to move in with his- your family? It sounded strange since you had your own family looking out for you. “I know, it must’ve been sudden,” the dad paused. “However, I want you to listen carefully. It’s important to not trigger Y/N with the concept of abuse. I won’t twirl any of my words around, however, I want you to understand everything I say. “Y/N... She’s a unique child with a mind of her own. She was never given the rights of freedom and she could never choose to do whatever she wants, unlike other children and you. I left her biological mother since she was way too possessive, but my oldest daughter is just like her. I won’t lie because she’s my oldest daughter, but she definitely needs to learn some manners form Y/N. Later, I realised that it was wrong of me to leave my youngest daughter with a woman like her. “Y/N’s always been a child that’s been compared to,” your dad took a deep breath. “She’s been the one that’s been constantly compared to her older sister, and if I am honest with you, Y/N is the mature one even though she’s the youngest. The worst part of this, is that her mother abused her. I didn’t know this before, but whenever we were video calling her, her mother constantly shouted at her to cut the call, as she held an iron in her hand and the smoke was flying around. That’s when I realised that Y/N wasn’t in a safe zone, and when she asked if she could ask to live with us I immediately gave in because she’s my daughter and now I only consider her as my daughter. Your mum also agreed immediately since she knew just as much as I did. Please, Jaehyun take care of your sister whenever we’re away. Me and your mother are going on a trip for a few weeks, ensure that she remains in a safe environment...” ❀ You felt embarrassed in front of your brother. Did he know one thing or two? It made it harder for you to open your mouth, as you sat there with your lips stuck together like glue. Jaehyun took a deep breath, “Y/N, you like Mark don’t you?” At this moment, tears trickled down your puffy cheeks, as you sniffled and nodded in sadness, your mind drowning in nothing. He hugged you tighter, “Let me tell you something, Y/N. Mark is a guy that values relationships but at the same time he doesn’t. He’s the type of guy that if you see him mouthing a girl on the lockers, you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s my friend because he has a brain and he’s a good friend, but I don’t think he’s going to be a good first boyfriend, if that makes sense? He’s still waiting for the right one, and he’s a boy that’s been overcome by hormones.” “I know,” you pulled away and looked at him. “When I saw him with another girl at the lockers, I felt stupid. He looked like the type that would unintentionally break hearts; it was sad. But I know that I deserve better and I shouldn’t fall for him further.” Jaehyun grinned at you, “Good, ahh you’re so smart! Should we end the night with a classic Disney movie? What about Beauty and the Beast?” You nodded with a giant grin, but this time it felt different. It was real smile. ❀ Your brother gradually learned to accept that your happiness doesn’t always lie in his friends. Ever since you confessed to him that your feelings for Mark got into the way of multiple friendships, it made the transition a lot more easier from eating lunch with NCT (you soon learned that that’s what they go by as at uni, which stands for Neo Culture Technology) to eating lunch and meeting up with Jiwon. Jiwon was a good girl. She was a good influence, a much better influence than Mark. She managed to take your mind off Mark most of the time. She knew you well - she knew all the hardships that you experienced and she accepted all of them, promising to help you grow into a better person from that. You liked that. She made you feel safe. Sure, NCT made you feel safe. But Jiwon made you feel safer. From a distance, you grew akin to Mark staring at you when you sat at a table that was much further away from their table than he had expected. You didn’t understand why it was now that he began to look at you more, steal glances at you often, but you ignored them all, continuously attempting to ignore the fluttery feeling that flew freely in your fragile body. From the moment you distanced yourself gradually from NCT, only then he began to see you differently. How your hair was straight instead of wavy one day, how you accessorised with different styles of jewellery according to your outfit, how the colour of your lip gloss changes from clear to a brown nude to a matte red tint. He began to notice everything. What was happening? He started to ask himself each day. It was like he was reciting a fairytale to himself 5 times a day, but it was only the same question. He confused himself further by picking up minor details like how your eyes glow up and squint slightly when you laugh, or how your nose scrunches whenever you enjoy something a lot. In short, he found you cute. “Lucas, is Y/N just going to not hang out with us or...?” Mark was not only confused with his feelings, but he was more confused with your actions. How was it that the second he wanted to grow closer to you till you guys were inseparable, you suddenly departed like a plane off to Minnesota? He thought your actions weren’t fair. Like a real man, he wanted to make the first move confidently and not coward out like his previous relationships. He failed to do so. It suddenly was that his mood dampened like sweat and all he wished for was for you to be in his arms. For you to give him that smile you always have Jaehyun and Jiwon, or maybe one that was even more special. A smile that was made for him. The pair of you were two magnets, red and blue; the pair of you constantly repelled and attracted until you didn’t know where it was going. Where was this friendship, or relationship Mark preferred, going to go in the first place? Did destiny make different plans for you? What was written for the both of you in the stars, anyway? Was hope even there? He had to find out. You couldn’t slip out of his hands like silk so easily. ❀ “I’m having a party tomorrow,” Jaehyun informed his group with a grin. “Make sure to attend, it’ll be sad if I have a party and my own friends don’t attend!” Haechan furrowed his brows in scepticism, “Isn’t Y/N gonna be home? It’s gonna be really awkward since we don’t talk as much before...” Jaehyun shook his head, “No, she has a late night shift. She’ll be back at the end of the party, it should be cool. Don’t worry about it - she’ll probably dash into her bedroom the moment she enters because she’s usually so tired and lazy to-“ “Okay, we get it Jaehyun,” Lucas rolled his eyes. “You’re rambling, it’s getting annoying.” “Shut the fuck up, Lucas. You’re cancelled.” As the bickering continued endlessly, Mark’s mind drifted off to different places, zoning out. Y/N could be home in the end... How do I talk to her? Doesn’t she run off into her bedroom? Will she even want to talk to me? Seems like I left with a risky impression... He had to catch you before you fell. ❀ The music was blaring, droning your ears. The loud cheers, the clunking of shot glasses, the falsetto voices echoing from wall to wall, it all made you feel hesitant to even stay the night. You knew that Jaehyun was holding a party tonight. Why was it that your co-worker must need to complete their shift in replacement for yours to run off into the distance tonight? Your head was already screaming for some peace and quiet, but it appeared to be that this party was well off in terms of ending. You wanted to cry. You were never an extrovert. Your favourite places was your bed and your home, yet your home was being tarnished by hormonal teenagers... There weren’t too many people at the party, you estimated there were only about 50. That signalled to you as a lot for a party in a house that was definitely not a mansion, but your brother was popular. He just had a large friend circle and you didn’t. That could always mean something in two ways. You silently peered through the door where you saw Taeyong and Doyoung taking care of your extremely drunk brother, Haechan, Winwin and Lucas playing board games, Yuta talking to a couple of girls with a sleepy Johnny latched onto his side (you nearly laughed but you contained yourself), Ten was dancing madly in the middle of your living room (he looked like a hooligan) and Taeil wasn’t in sight. He must’ve been in the kitchen. Mark? He was staring right at you. You really wanted to break this silent staring battle you and Mark were currently having, however, his eyes were too beautiful to quit. It was easy to just look into them with delight, but you didn’t tell anyone that. It was best to keep your mouth quiet. You closed the door noiselessly, and lightly jogged back into your room. Behind you, you heard the living room door shut with a thud, and you immediately assumed it was Mark. Why is he following me? You thought. You didn’t want to answer questions now; it definitely wasn’t the time to do that right now. All you wanted to do was go to sleep. But this was near to impossible since he was literally hot on your steps, until you felt his large palm grab onto your wrist. “Why did you stop talking to us, or me?” You had no words. You bit your lip on sudden nervousness, “J-Just thought I’d make new friends.” “Wow, so convincing Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you and spoke in a mocking tone. “I know we’re not close enough but in the end we became pretty close to each other, don’t you think?” With each of his simple words, he took simple steps towards you, soon cornering you against a wall. He placed his hands beside the sides of your head, and stared at you intently with fire incandescent in those eyes you always loved, “Did I do anything wrong, Y/N?” “N-No, it was a choice I made for myself,” you answered as you looked to the side, unsure of what to do. “Me and Jiwon get on well, anyway.” He leaned in to your face slightly, “Don’t you think we would get on better, hmm?” You took a deep breath. It was obvious to you that Mark hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol; his breath was lightly fanning your cheek, and his breath was a mix of sweet strawberry candy and him. You wanted him, but you couldn’t have him. You avoided his question swiftly and ran into your bedroom, locking it. You had enough that night. ❀ You thought it was a normal day at school. You stayed with Jiwon for the day, had an awkward conversation with your seat partner Lucas during your lecture which only consisted of ‘How are you?’ and ‘That’s good.’ It felt like you consumed poison without Mark. Your insides were stinging for Mark’s love and to be able to be engulfed in his arms. “Don’t you think we would get on better, hmm?” His voice was like an echo rummaging through your brain. It was hard to avoid. Why was love so stressful and risky? Jaehyun even refused to accept any communication between you and Mark, let alone allowing you to have an intimate relationship with him. Did he even have the same feelings as you? You weren’t sure. All you know is that he somewhat wants to remain in your social circle. Not that you had one in the first place... You felt a strangely familiar palm grab onto your wrist just when the bell rang in your ears. The absurd person dragged you into the janitor’s closet, immediately instilling fear that ran cold through your body. You opened your mouth to yell for help, but they blocked your mouth. Correction: He blocked your mouth. Right before you was the oh-so familiar Mark Lee, the same boy that your thoughts ran to, your body ran warm for. It wasn’t like you ever had a hot moment with him; without him touching you, you could already be sweating. His eyes seemed to squint with perhaps anger and annoyance from your previous encounter. You were once again leaning against a wall, your forehead right at Mark’s chin with his hands on either side of your head and his head leaning down to your petite frame. “I’m not gonna play around anymore, why are you avoiding me?” You were the one rolling your eyes now, “I’m not. You just think that I am because I’m not with you guys anymore, but I really am not-“ “Which is definitely the reason why you ran away when I said that we would get on better.” You sighed, licking your lips and running your hands through the front of your hair. Mark’s eyes hooded and darkened at the sight, burning with sudden passion. You almost deemed that his eyes weren’t that attractive hazel you always sneaked a look at; they were black. “Don’t do that, you look hot when you do that.” “Mark I can’t do this right now I have to go- wait what?” You furrowed your brows as you looked up to Mark, his lips between his teeth and his hair messily relaxing against his forehead. The space between your faces became shorter within a few seconds, as you tried to push your head against the wall to avoid the feeling of his cheeks against yours, almost like you could leave when you were leaning on a wall. You were definitely not leaving soon. Mark grabbed your waist gently as he whispered, “I said, don’t do what you did earlier. You look hot.” Your lips collided. There was so much passion between you two, it was hard to not reciprocate with the kiss. His lips tasted like gentle remnants of vanilla and chocolate in contrast to his fruity piquancy. There was an invisible fire between your bodies that was your warm sector. He moved his hands from your waist to your hips, eliciting a gasp from you. He took this chance to smoothly slip his tongue into your mouth, with your tongues now battling for dominance and your legs wrapped around his waist firmly. You weren’t a virgin, but you never knew that you would ever have sex in the janitor’s closet, when you’re supposed to be having a literature lesson about Beatrice Garland. Mark’s mouth moved down to your neck, and the adrenaline hit you. Gradually, you released breathy moans which you assumed Mark heard since you felt his smirk in the crook of your neck. He bit down on the soft flesh slightly; now your moans were getting louder. He decorated your neck with small purple marks that began to bloom like hibiscuses in summer. “T-This needs to come off, is that okay with you?” You nodded quickly, your eyes shut tight from the pleasure washing over you. He grabbed your jeans at your hips, your feet now hitting the floor and he pulled your jeans down, the cool air kissing your skin. For a guy that tended to have a fling sometimes, he definitely had manners. He then grabbed your cropped hoodie and lifted it up, a lot simpler than the prevention of your jeans. You were now quite entirely, nearly, exposed to a boy that hasn’t even asked you out yet. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel shy at all, since his eyes only held admiration as they ogled at your figure. “You’re beautiful.” Your cheeks flushed to a rouge, as his lips connected with yours once again. This kiss felt a lot more dove-like and merciful, with his right hand cupping your cheek with unspoken love. His left hand started to move south, as he rubbed his fingers against your clothed core. You moaned into the kiss, with your hands entangled through his auburn locks. Even with his reddened cheeks, he was beautiful to you. His lips parted from yours, both of your lips swollen red, as he got rid of his own clothes. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down quickly, and he lifted up his hoodie, displaying his lean and muscular figure which only made you want him more. He got to work with your wet core once he shrugged the flimsy material away as he smirked at the feeling of your soaked panties, his fingers now shrugging them off to reveal your womanhood. His eyes looked up at yours to ensure you were okay with this, but your head was leaning against the wall with your eyes closed and chest heaving which gave him more than a confirmation to carry on, and also confidence. Mark’s fingers entered your pussy slowly, as they began to pump in and out of you. Soon, he added a second finger, heightening the amount of pleasure that you were experiencing. You were nearing your realise, as your hands latched onto Mark’s bare shoulders steadily. He noticed that you were near to release, as his fingers dragged through your hole rapidly at a much faster pace. Once you came in his fingers, Mark licked his fingers clean. “You taste good.” You blushed deeply, as you brushed your hair out of your face. Mark unclasped your bra, allowing your breasts to feel free and he released his dick out of the confinement of his boxers; you marvelled at the sight. Mark rolled a condom onto his manhood and lined himself up against your entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, allowing you to feel the slight sting; the majority of it was overwhelming pleasure. He once again hoisted your legs around his waist and attached his mouth onto yours, continuing a rougher make out. Your right hand tugged onto his hair whilst the left hand was sweetly interlocked into his. He started pushing into your hips at a slow pace, his pace gradually growing rapid and rough with his hips rounding into yours. “I-I’m gonna come,” you panted, your head rolled back. “Come with me, princess,” he demanded, compelling you to reach your 2nd high of the day. Mark followed with you after a few seconds, his release filling up the condom. He pulled out of your entrance and trashed the used condom into the bin in the corner, as you guys collected your clothes silently and dressed yourselves and made yourselves look decent after the sex you had. “Hey, Y/N?” You glanced at Mark, who was already looking at you. He slid his hands around your waist again, “Let’s meet up and have a real date next time, yeah? You’re cute.” You grinned, “Of course.” You learned that everything comes in two ways, and so does love.

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