Play Something

play something

fluff!

pairing: gn!reader x crush!mark

highschool au, crush au, classmate au

{8:07am} ☆･:* ׂׂૢ༘ ⋆

you and your crush!mark had first period together, orchestra. you played the cello and mark played the piano to accompany the orchestra. you’ve had a crush on mark for a really long time now, and your heart fluttered every time you were around him. you see mark settling down at the piano, pulling some sheet music out of his backpack that was slightly crinkled at the corners. you walked over and took a seat on the wooden bench mark was sitting on, that was just big enough for the two of you to share. “play something.” mark requested nudging your shoulder with his. you could feel your heart almost bursting out of your chest. you could also play the piano, and so you naturally began to press down the keys in such a way that it created a beautiful melody from the notes you were reading so easily yet carefully from the sheet that laid flat on the top of the glossy piano. you pressed a wrong key, causing the harmonies to clash dissonantly, and with that having been done, you let out a huff while you smiled and turned to the boy to your left, whom to your surprise, was already staring right at you. you swallowed then cleared your throat. “uh do you mind if i borrow this sheet music? it’s really pretty and i wou-”

“you’re really pretty.”

you stared at mark blankly.

“uhhh i mean. yeah sure of course. ill give it to you after class…” mark coughed, jolting his head a little, causing the lightweight hair covering his forehead to bounce. you thought it was really cute. after class, mark handed you the paper. “thank youuu! ill give this back to you tomorrow morning!” you waved to mark as he walked the opposite direction down the hall. you couldn’t help but notice something written on the back in pen that you could see bleeding through the thin white sheet. you flipped over the page, met with a little note that read:

hi y/n, I really like you. do you like me too??? (pls respond)

- mark ♡

with all the butterflies in your stomach, you could have sworn you were floating. did mark really like you back???

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finally home, you ran into your room, jumping onto your bed squealing after burying your face into your pillow and kicking your legs in the air. you grab the sheet music from your backpack and pick up a pencil that was conveniently already on your desk. you pressed down on the worn down eraser of the mechanical pencil a few times, dispensing the stick of led out some more before writing:

yes, i like you

in response, right under mark’s note. you didn’t even bother actually practicing the song.

⋆｡˚ ☆ ୭̥° next morning

the bell just barely rang. you walk into the classroom to find mark standing up, gently leaning against the piano, twiddling his thumbs as his mind seemed to be somewhere else. you walk up to him. “here, mark.” extending your arms, holding the paper with both of your hands, looking up comfortably at the not-so-tall but taller-than-you boy. without even a small gesture in response to you, the first thing mark does is flip the page over to the backside in hopes to find your reply, as if he had been anticipating it.

marks eyes widen and his ears turn red.

you and mark exchange nervous smiles.

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biscuit boy

fluff . no warnings ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

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baker!haechan x gn!reader

you made your usual stop at the cafe on your way to work. pleasantly not-surprised to see him behind the counter. it all started when you needed a gift for your co-worker’s birthday, conveniently coming across the cafe that very morning on your way to work.

you walked inside to see a cute boy around your age working in the back. when asked your order, you almost blatantly asked who that boy was. but you simply asked for one of those little biscuits shaped like bears, pointing to the one on display in the glass cabinet, lit with yellow light. “that might be a little while, if you don’t mind the wait.” the man said to you. “sure, that’s alright.” truthfully, you didn’t have much time. but you wanted to get a better look at the boy. “you can go ahead and have a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready... and haechan, get started on the biscuits.”

and so you sat, focusing on the boy who must be haechan, as he was the only other person there, with the cafe just barely being opened for the day.  you don’t even drink coffee, but ever since that day a couple months ago, you’ve stopped by that cafe nearly every morning. it used to be right on your way to work, but you’ve since been fired. now in recent mornings you find yourself going out of your way to make the stop, yet still, you do so.

you cherish the bits of information you exchange with haechan in the small talk you share, as you’re usually the only one there with him first thing in the morning. it’s gotten to the point where haechan has your order memorized and already ready before you get there, but you still stay to talk to him regardless.

you wish you could get to know him more. but little did you know, haechan has been putting bits and pieces together about you. he’s picked up on some of your small habits, like how you always put your bag on the table first before sitting down, and how you instinctively check where your name was written on the box your order came in to see if it was spelled right. haechan wants to know you more too.

the reason he started to prepare your order before you got there was to test whether or not you would still stay to talk to him. and from your little conversations, he knows you got fired from that job, about you going out of your way, and how you don’t even like coffee. leading him to assume that perhaps, maybe you come there every morning for him. maybe it was bold of him to assume, but even so, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer to you.

it was another morning. nothing new. haechan handed you your box and naturally you look for the little line that held a place for your name. there was a bit of a surprise this time though. i mean, you name was on it, however it was followed by a question. “y/n, can i please have your number??”

you looked over to haechan who was staring at you, leaning against the counter with his elbows, resting is head in his hand with a big smile on his face. he tapped a little notepad with his finger and gently pushed it across the counter, away from him, and closer to you. you picked up the conveniently placed notepad and pen and proceeded to write down the digits to your phone number. “here.” you set down the notepad. “im gonna be late for work.” you speed walked out of the cafe before haechan could say anything else.

later that day~

text from [unknown number]

hi, y/n??? it’s me. the boy who makes your biscuits.

new number added to contacts as biscuit boy

thx for reading ! hope you enjoyed ^ ^

when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

some favs atm ♡

⋆ make your day *࿐ nct127

⋆ attention *࿐ newjeans

⋆ teddy bear *࿐ nctdream

⋆ levee *࿐ tianamajor9

⋆ automatic *࿐ redvelvet

cool.

fluff ☁︎

pairings classmate!mark x gn!reader

—{6:03pm} ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

you were at mark’s house to work on a project you were partners for. you only met mark a few months back, but you were pretty close. the two of you happened to have most of your classes together, so naturally you got to know each other quickly. you and mark have always been kinda flirty, and it was safe for both of you to assume that you liked each other. mark has been wanting to make his move for a while, but always misses his timing. so he saw tonight as an opportunity to actually ask you out.

for the past 2 hours or so, you’ve been sitting at the desk up against the wall in his room, going through your slides presentation. your eyes are getting tired so you close them for a minute, subtly swaying side to side, trying to keep your balance and not pass out onto the desk.

“oh yeah did you ever do the research for the second slide?” … “y/n?”

when you didn’t answer, mark glanced over to you, seeing you fighting to keep your head up. mark saw this as a perfect opportunity for him. he gently pulled your head to lay on his shoulder. he smiled proudly to himself. he stopped talking, trying to let you rest. getting a blurry glimpse of mark’s hands typing on the keyboard through your slightly opened eyelids, you were almost asleep. that was until mark’s mom opened the door briefly, before awkwardly apologizing and closing the door. the sudden noise jolted you up off of mark’s shoulder.

mark cleared his throat. “uhm, so im just finishing up this slide.”

“sorry, i was just really tired.” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

you stood up to stretch your legs and wandered around mark’s room a little. you noticed the guitar propped up against the corner of the room. you sit on the floor with the guitar in your hands and begin to strum it cluelessly.

“that sounds awful.” mark laughed, turning around in his spinny office chair to face you.

“here look.” mark sighs, walking over to you. he sat behind you, putting his arms around your back to get a grip on the guitar. with his hand, he guided your fingers into different positions on the frets to form simple chords, moving your other hand under his to strum the strings.

your eyes were fixed to his face that was so concentrated on the strings, looking at them from over your shoulder. he looked so cute with his determined expression.

“see, that’s how you play an e minor chor-” eyebrows raised, blinking a few times, mark was startled to see you staring at him. you didn’t look away though, observing how mark’s ears turn red, and feeling his palms get hotter as they still lied on top of your hands. it seemed mark was about to say something because he took a small breath in, but before any words left his mouth, you kissed him on his cheek. now the peaceful stillness of the room was becoming a bit awkward, so you break eye contact and switch your attention back to the guitar. “wait so how do you play this thing again?” your interest in the guitar only lasted for a moment, before mark leaned in closer to you, connecting his lips with yours to place a short but sweet kiss. both of your hearts beating so quickly, nearly jumping into one another’s chests.

“i think now might be a good time to tell you that i like you.” mark scratched the back of his neck, looking away from you.

“i like you too mark.” you said, looking at the back of his head turning towards you again.

“oh cool. cool.” he sucks in his lips nodding his head slowly.

“soo uhhh….” he continues, “do you.. i mean.. are.. or- can i-”

you helped him out, as he was clearly struggling. “will you be my boyfriend mark?”

“yes.”

you were smiling like an idiot.

“cool.”

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