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PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. language

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

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Never been kissed | Haechan

Haechan x reader, friends to lovers!au. Word count: 2106 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: mentions of insecurity and bad dates. Note: I was inspired by that video from Haechan for Nature Republic? Probably. I love this concept of friends turning into lovers? Yeah. Will I ever stop? No. Summary: You’re tired of being the one who’s never been kissed.

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stars in his eyes  ﹒  ml

info﹕mark lee was originally just a name to you — until the day you found out you had many connections with him.

genre﹕fluff, angst, comedy, slowburn, mark x f reader, slight yeonjun x reader, annoying bsf jaemin, university au

wc﹕21k+

warnings﹕mentions of underage drinking

an﹕omfg its FINALLY done. PLEASE ENJOY

when people hear the name mark lee, it’s almost as if a light bulb turns on in their head, the cogs of their brains rotating and immediately recognizing the infamous name. his heart was as big as his smile, although he was a little shy towards acquaintances, he has always been kind hearted and thoughtful towards everyone.

seeing mark lee was like an unspoken routine for people of your university; always late to his classes, people would see him running across campus, textbooks nearly falling out of his bag as he waved to friends he passed by. him being a music major, it wasn’t odd to see him sitting at a table on campus, headphones in his ears as he bounced his head to a song he was working on.

in all honesty, you had no connections to mark lee, or so you thought. he was just a name you knew, a face that you could point out in the crowd due to seeing the young man stumble throughout the uni halls. 

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” a voice says to you as you make harsh contact with them, knocking you down to the ground. you let out a huff of frustration, the stranger holding out his hand for you to take.

you look up, eyes meeting a pair of chocolate brown ones that belong to mark lee. your mouth was slightly parted, staring up at the young man. you reach out to grab ahold of his hand, him pulling you up gently. you dust off your knees, the boy clearing his throat.

“again, sorry,” mark mutters out, picking up the items that had fallen out of your bag when you had dropped to the ground. 

“it’s fine,” you assure him, swallowing the built up saliva in your mouth. the boy looks back to you, squinting his eyes, before they widen again and his mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape.

“i know you,” he states. you lift a brow, adjusting the strap of your tote bag on your shoulder.

“do you?” you reply casually.

“yeah, um, you’re y/n, right? i’m not sure if you remember but we met in high school? senior year?”

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title: star player

mark x reader

content: basketball au, humor, fluff, mutual pinning

word count: 2.7k~

mark lee is indecisive. he has a hard time choosing what shoe to wear and what cereal to eat, but if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s his feelings for you.

-

Haechan likes to tease you. Especially ever since he had found out about your huge crush on Mark Lee, his teammate.

After having injured his leg two weeks prior, Haechan has been resting and therefore unable to play basketball. So instead of just moping around at home, he drags you to a home game. Not that it took much convincing though. You would’ve gone anyways just to support your school (and Mark).

The game goes by fairly quickly and your school takes a win with the end shot from Shotaro. It had been a close match and for the third time in a row, your school takes home the trophy. Cheers from your side start to pound into your ears as everyone gets up to show their love and support. And thanks to Haechan— your best friend— you’ve almost lost hearing in one ear.

Your eyes naturally glue on Mark, watching as he converses with his teammates. He looks over towards your direction once then waves at Haechan.

You’ll admit, you do wish you had more knowledge on basketball. Maybe then, you’ll have something to talk about with Mark. Because in this universe, the only thing you have in common with him is that you both attend the same university and that you’re both friendly with Haechan. (Nothing that would carry a conversation with a guy like him for over a minute.)

Haechan being the best friend that he is, had always encouraged you to just ask Mark out. But you couldn’t. Not when he’s the most popular guy at school and you were just one out of the hundred fan girls he has. You’re not sure if Mark has ever noticed your crush on him; but if he did, he’s never pointed it out.

You were doing fine, content with just watching Mark from afar when Haechan decides to call out to his friend, now dragging you down the bleachers.

Mark meets you both halfway, jogging up to you and Haechan near the exit of the gymnasium. “You feel better Hyuck?” he directs at his teammate, elbowing his arm. Then he smiles directing it at you.

As Mark’s attention goes back to Haechan, you can’t help but take the opportunity to admire him up close. Sweat had been dripping down his skin but that had only made him look more attractive. And even though he’s tired, he still makes effort to smile and comfort his injured teammate.

Perhaps you had zoned out because it isn’t until Haechan elbows you, that you realized you hadn’t been paying attention to a single word they had said.

“You hungry?” Haechan asks, “We’re gonna go get pizza.”

You glance at Mark then back at your best friend.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Haechan answers for you.

“Great! We just have to get ready but we’ll be there in a bit.” Mark assures you both, now jogging back up to his teammates, leaving you and Haechan behind.

“You know you’re gonna have to talk to him to become friends right? You’re gonna get no where standing next to me like that.”

You smack his arm. “Shut up Hyuck, let’s just go.”

When you all arrive at parlor, things didn’t get any less awkward Haechan as left you by yourself to talk to his teammates. You knew this would happened but hoped to fit in someway, somehow. But instead, you just kept to yourself and listened in on his teammate’s conversations, suddenly forgetting how to be social.

“You okay?” Mark asks. The boy had only sat two seats away from your left and had to lean back to tap your shoulder to get your attention.

You turn to him with a forced smile. “Yeah.”

Mark just nods in acknowledgment then stands up and asks the guy beside you to switch seats.

Now sitting next to you, he asks you questions about your day and makes small talk with you. You’re unsure why he’s being so friendly but you didn’t mind. Not when it gave you an excuse to talk with him.

As time passes by, you’d begin to realize that he’s quite easy to talk to and pretty funny. What were you even nervous about? Even when the food came, the silence was comfortable.

Switching swiftly from topic to topic, he tells you about his family, the classes he took for his major and passion for basketball. “Is it to impress your fan girls?” you ask jokingly. You don’t expect an actual answer but surprisingly he plays along.

“Maybe… Why? Were you impressed?” He smirks, anticipating your response.

“No,” you snort, then taking a bite of your pizza.

He chuckles at your response, clearly enjoying how flustered he had made you. Were you tripping or was Mark Lee blatantly flirting with you?

The night soon comes to an end as the team makes their way out the parlor.

“Can I see your phone?” he asks as he makes it out the double doors.

You begin to reach for your pocket but your eyes were still curious as you look up at him. “Why?”

Mark stifles a laugh as he eyes the phone in your hand. “I wanna keep in touch, but if you have a boyfriend or something I understand.”

“Oh I don’t have one, but okay.”

You let him enter in his number, then taking back your phone with a smile on your face.

From afar, you could hear Haechan’s loud whisper to a teammate teasing you for your nervousness and stammering. You glare at them only to be met with a thumbs up from Haechan. You roll your eyes.

Mark seems to notice too and chuckles. “Text me okay?”

“I will,” you assure him.

You swore you were dreaming. Where is Chenle to pinch you when you needed him?

You gave it a good two days before texting Mark, not wanting to seem to desperate. After all, if he had wanted to talk to you, he could’ve just asked Haechan for your number.

And since you didn’t want to embarrass yourself, you resorted to ask for help from Haechan: your personal hype-man. He’s good at talking to people and therefore guides you through the night as Mark continues to blatantly flirt with you.

As you sleep that night you were convinced you were delusional. Could star player Mark Lee actually like you?

It’s now been two weeks since you and Mark began constantly texting each other.

How he manages to pull himself together to ask you on a dinner date was beyond him. And how you agreed only made him more nervous.

“Okay if you really want to impress her, you need to be less awkward all right? Your corny jokes are cute and all but it ain’t gonna help you. Y/n is into men with deep voices,” Haechan insists, currently on the phone with Mark.

Mark is tempted to chuckle. “Oh yeah? And who told you that?”

“Trust me. I’m her best friend. I know what she likes. And if there’s anything she likes, it’s those men in K-dramas with deep voices.”

Mark takes a mental note of Haechan’s advice then goes back to digging in his closet for an outfit. “Well okay... but I kinda have a deep voice though right?”

“Deep voice my ass.”

“Rude,” Mark mumbles, slightly defeated. He could pratically hear his friend breathing through the other line.

“Just trust me on that okay dude? Also I know how much you love your guitar and singing but don’t bring it up alright? It’s lame,” Haechan continues, further explaining how you get bored easily and liked to be entertained by good humor and interesting stories.

“Well I deem it romantic,” Mark scoffs, offended as he slouches back in his chair. “Girls love music. And all this coming from a guy who can’t keep a girl for over two weeks. Should I even be taking advice from you man?”

“For the last time dude, I choose to be single. Now do you want my help or not? I’ve known her for years and got all the insider information. If you really want to impress her, you’ll listen to exactly what I say.”

“Yeah sure, whatever,” Mark sighs.

“You got this dude, just don’t worry about it too much. She’s liked you ever since I brought her to your first game anyways. The date will go well.”

“Wait what?” Mark’s eyes widen as he stops flipping through his shirts. “You serious bro? She like likes me?”

“Well fuck,” Haechan curses under his breath. “Don’t tell her I said that... Anyways, I gotta go, just remember what I told you, she likes all black attire and slicked back hair. Deep voice... and lose those beat up Converse.”

“What’s wrong with my Converse?” Mark whines, a bit saddened by the sudden roast.

“Just lose them dude. Anyways, have fun!” And just like that Haechan hangs up.

Despite what everyone thinks, Mark has never had a girlfriend. He has always been the type to observe from afar but with some help from Haechan, he had managed to ask you on a date. The first girl he’s ever asked out.

“To tell the truth, this is my first date,” Mark admits shyly while getting seated at a fancy restaurant.

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

“Does it come to that much of a shocker?” Mark chuckles nervously.

“I mean yeah? No offense but you’re like the best player on the team. I always thought you were kind of a player with how girls are always all over you. Like to be honest, I was suprised you were still single.”

“Well I’m not a player but I could say the same,” Mark smiles shyly. “I guess I’m just a bit awkward when it comes to this stuff. I can’t even reject someone properly without feeling bad you know?”

You smile at that for some reason. It makes you happy.

“Also, I just don’t get out much like Haechan does,” he shrugs.

You laugh at that, then noticing his styled hair. “You look really good tonight by the way. I like your hair.”

He looks even more handsome under the dim lights, but you choose to keep it to yourself. You could say more but you didn’t want to sound too observant or creepy.

Mark chuckles, mentally thanking Haechan for the unsolicited advice. “Thank you. You look pretty too. You like my black get up?” he then uses his ‘manly voice’ which makes you laugh.

“Yeah, looks nice,” you reply before even getting a closer look at his outfit. Leaning to the side, you could finally see his black tee and black ripped jeans. It’s a basic fit but damn did those jeans fit him nicely.

-

“So I have another game friday. I was hoping you could come?” Mark mutters, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket as the both of you reach the front of your apartment door.

Your mouth parts as you were about to answer but then your phone rang in your purse. “I’m sorry,” you glance apologetically. “Let me just answer this first.”

Without thinking much, you slide the green button and held your phone up to your ear without checking who the contact name was. “Hello?”

“How did the date with lover boy go? Was he wearing those old Converse-“ and while Haechan continues to bombard you with questions, you glance back at Mark who just laughs, having seem to have heard everything.

“May I see the phone?” Mark mumbles, trying to hide the shade of pink that paints his cheek from your mutual friend who was never discreet.

Nodding, you hand your phone to him, watching cautiously.

“Hey dude?” Mark speaks, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He’s still smiling though as he makes eye contact with you and you swore if it wasn’t for the bit of red wine you had during dinner, you would’ve not been able to look him in the eyes for this long without feeling little under the intense gaze.

“We’re still on the date and y/n is doing fine. Talk to you later though yeah?” And before Haechan could get another word in, he hangs up, handing the phone back to you. “Gotta love him though,” he laughs. “Oh and by the way, is it true?”

“What’s true?”

“Haechan told me you had a kink for deep voices and black clothing?” Mark jokes, a teasing smirk irking at the corner of his lips.

You make a mental note to scold Haechan later, but for now you try to explain to Mark the inside jokes you and Haechan had.

“It is not a kink and no. I told him a guy looked hot in all black once. I can’t believe he told you that,” you sulk embarrassed, choosing not to touch upon the other part of Mark’s accusation.

Mark just chuckles finding it cute how your lips pout when you sulk, giving your shoulder a pat as he settles for a chaste peck on the forehead before bidding you a good night. “Sleep well okay? Text me before you sleep?” And so you nod, trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

His warm and comforting smile replays itself in your head, keeping you up that night as you couldn’t shake the giddy feeling inside your chest.

The night before his next game, he drives over to your apartment. You were about to sleep when you hear the door bell ring. To your suprise it was him and so you quickly patted down your bedhead before opening the front door.

“What are you doing here?” you question upon seeing him in his casual clothes, one hand hidden behind his back.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Mark pouts, pretending to clutch his heart against his chest.

“No, it’s just it’s late. You have a morning class tomorrow and a game too, you should rest.”

Mark smiles, touched how you were worried for him. “Okay, I will. I just wanted to give you my jersey. I would love it if you’ll wear it to the game tomorrow?” Bringing his hand to the front, he hands you his spare jersey.

Your eyes widen at that as you try to hold back a smile. “I’d love too,” you say, now holding onto his jersey.

Now normally Haechan would have dragged you along, but given how he had to go home that day for his orthopedic appointment, he couldn’t make it to the game. And so, you go to support the school (and Mark Lee) alone.

You sit at your designated spot on the bleachers and admired Mark from afar freely. You didn’t have to be so discreet about your staring anymore, so there was no more shame to your affection. Especially now that it was no longer one sided.

With one last shot, your school miraculously takes the win. It’s no luck either as your school has the most talented players. In specific, Mark Lee.

After waiting for the cheers to die down, you run up to Mark, engulfing him in a hug which takes him aback. You don’t mind that he’s sweaty because in all honesty, you liked it. He wasn’t the type to have stinky sweat or to have it washed all over his body. And somehow, that only turns you on.

“I like how you look in my jersey,” he confesses with a shy smile. Reaching for your hands, he swings them, taking in how flustered you were. “Say what? How about we ditch the team and go celebrate at the new Korean BQQ place? Your favorite right?”

“Are you sure? I can just tag along with them like last time. I wouldn’t want you to ditch your team for me.”

“I’ll see them tomorrow,” he assures you. “I’m tired of seeing their faces, plus I just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.”

“Favorite?” Blush creeps up to your cheeks.

“Sorry. Was that too straightforward?” Mark instantly starts to regret his choice of words. “I just meant that I wanted to spend more time with you. So what do you say? Dinner with me?” Mark’s eyes are now filled with hope as he awaits your response. He knows you won’t say no, but still he’s nervous. Especially after calling you his ‘favorite girl.’

“Do you mean it? That I’m your favorite girl? Meaning I managed to beat out the hundreds of fangirls you have?” you tease, unable to contain the butterflies growing in your stomach.

“Um… Yeah?” Mark runs his hand along his nape. “I mean, I just thought we were dating with how much time we spend together. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed.”

“I’m just joking Mark. Of course I’ll go to dinner with you. But is this another date then?” you ask with a huge smile plastered on your face.

“I mean… Do you want it to be?” Mark’s voice falters. His voice is barely above a whisper and just the indication that you had made him nervous makes you smile.

“Yes.”

“Then yes,” he breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s a date.”

Jealous Hands | Mark

Mark x Reader Word count:1966 Genre: fluff, smut. Author: maari Warnings: Mark being jealous, mentions of fingering, Mark and reader doing things in front of someone (that’s the plot) Note: OIIII I can’t believe I actually dreamed about this what are you doing to me Mark. I tried to make it a little gentle because I’m testing the waters, that’s my first attempt at writing smut so please be nice to me. Summary: Mark can’t control his hands when he’s jealous.

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Mark was the most understanding person you knew. One of the reasons that made your relationship so special and stable, in addition to his countless qualities that made you fall in love with him. He loved spending every minute with you, no matter what you were going to do, what mattered to him was the fact that you were together. He knew how unique each day was. But deep down, even if he didn’t let it show, that Friday was being torture for his common sense and control. In theory everything would be perfect, you had arranged with your best friend to spend the turn from Friday to Saturday eating and having fun, whether with fun movies or games, since it’s been a long time since you two have seen each other, her boyfriend too would be there as well as her brother. But in practice, it wasn’t all so pretty. Mark noticed the moment you arrived hand in hand the way your best friend’s brother was looking at you. It was the same way he, your boyfriend, looked at you. The bastard had a crush on you and his eyes wouldn’t stop looking at your bare legs. It was a typical summer night and this was your best friend’s house, reason enough to feel comfortable wearing a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt of Mark’s own, twice your size, and also enough to the bastard’s imagination ran wild right in front of Mark. To be fair, Mark even tried to ignore the boy’s presence as you were talking and even when the pizza arrived, but it was an extremely difficult task. Especially when the guy decided to put one of his hands on your bare thigh as he excitedly chatted with you while your best friend and her boyfriend went to get the pizza. Without you realizing it, Mark held your waist even tighter as he killed the idiot with his gaze.

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Is This the Part Where We’re Supposed to Kiss?

🐬Zhong Chenle x Reader ft. Park Jisung

🐬Genre: fluff, comedy

🐬Summary: frenemies to lovers, Jisung gets sick of you and Chenle constantly teasing each other and avoiding your feelings and decides enough is enough.

🐬Word Count: 2.7k

🐬Warnings: making out, some swearing

🐬A/n: I got a little carried away with this one oops but it’s Chenle so is anyone surprised…I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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“Why are you staring at Chenle like that?” Jisung asked, shoveling more pasta in his mouth and raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Because he’s annoying.” You replied, eyes boring into the back of the boy in question, who had gotten up from the coffee table in his living room to go get himself a refill of his drink. You were at Chenle’s house for lunch with the pair, courtesy of Jisung inviting you to join them. Jisung had become your friend a few months ago upon meeting at a local coffee shop, and with the blossoming friendship you quickly found out that wherever Jisung went, Chenle was sure to follow, and vice versa. The two were a package deal, so it wasn’t long before Jisung introduced you to his confident, bubbly Chinese friend. Chenle was a good guy. However, there was one major issue that had arisen.

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