Thanks For The Rec!

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☼ My Hongjoong One-shot Fic Recs ☼

𖤓 Coffee shop fiasco By @techytin 7k, coffee shop au, barista reader, workaholic Hongjoong, romance, fluff, mentions of alcohol

𖤓 White love By @sorryimananti-romantic 24k, Ice prince!Hongjoong, fire princess!reader, fantasy au, fluff, angst, fighting or flirting?, besties Yunho & Seonghwa

𖤓 I'm the one By @sorryimananti-romantic 24k, prince!Hongjoong, translator reader, fluff, angst, suggestive, almost bachelorette style competition

𖤓 My muse By @starillusion13 3k, college au, best friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, pushing them away because of feelings

𖤓 Marigold By @yoongiseesawmp3 12.7k, college au, fratboy!Hongjoong, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, smut, fluff, angst, parties, jealousy

𖤓 To make an album By @bambikisss Idol reader, producer Hongjoong, producing an album, fluff, smut

𖤓 You're Hongjoong's bias By @jnginlov 8.6k, idol Hongjoon x idol reader, fluff, somewhat hidden relationship, cuties

𖤓 Secret Santa, Polyjuice potion, The goat & Runaway By @lilacmingi 3.1k, 2.8k, 4.7k, 8.2k respectively Christmas au - fashion designers, secret santa, fluff, love confessions Hogwarts au - accidental confessions, Ravenclaw Hj & reader, fluff Bouncy law au - rebel Ateez, individual scenario, fluff, Captain Hj Pirate au - Pirate Hj & reader, arguments, raiding towns, fluff, angst

𖤓 Our shared melody By @makeitmingi 6.1k, Idol au, Idol Hj & wife reader, public relationship, pregnancy, gender reveals, fluff, so cute

https://www.tumblr.com/starillusion13/753617611371184128/nct-00-line-gangbang-mark-6some-pleaseee?source=share does that mean we won't get Rent is due PT.2 you said you were going to do it 😭 but I understand, is there any particular reason why you won't do gangbang (or nsfw) concepts anymore?

Yeah for the Rent is Due pt.2 I have a fluff draft. I think hinting some nsfw part is okay with me but in details…NO…

Actually there’s a few personal reasons and incidents occurred which triggered my mind and I don’t feel like to engage with those anymore. There were so many drafts which I made once when I was so hyped up to write it but I don’t feel the same now.

If sometimes later I feel to write again then I would think about it but not now. I am okay with fluff (with hints of sexual tension) and angst.

i think NCT fic where the one of members are jealous would be very cool :), like they even pretend they arent jealous but they are very irritated not getting attention

Narcissism - for you

Pairing: photographer!Jaemin x f! reader (background Haechan x reader; Jeno x reader)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Psycho au

Warnings: jealousy, obsession, arguments, doubts on partner, threats, stalking behavior, psycho tendencies and evil intentions.

W.C: 4.1k Network: @k-vanity

Dear Anonie🎀 ik the plot is a bit different but there is jealousy and irritation but not like usual. It’s a bit different how I came up with late at night🤭 I hope you enjoy ☺️

👹. 🎀.💋

You had always considered yourself lucky in love. You met Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin during your freshman year of college, and your relationship blossomed quickly. They were always charming, attentive, and seemed to adore you. However, as your relationship deepened, you began to notice small signs of affections towards you and that brought you all closer. A mutual acceptance and accepting all three of them bloomed a new relationship.

Not a friendship.

But love.

There was not a single ounce of jealousy among them. The three loved you to the extent you couldn't even explain and even if you were glad, there was a tingling sensation itching your mind.

Would it be the same forever?

"Hey! Jaemin...do you know-"

"I am busy." He closed the door behind him and left you standing in front of his room. What happened to him? you kept staring at the closed door in confusion.

Someone appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around you, your body was stiff but soon started to relax when he nuzzled his face into the crane of your neck.

"What happened, y/n?"

Your fingers fiddling with his, in front of your chest and you tilted your head to the side when you felt him leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck, teeth nibbling on your skin and his breath rising goosebumps when he spoke to you.

You shook your head, relaxing in the moment, "I don't know. When I was not here with Jeno, did something happen, Haechan?"

Placing a kiss just below the ear lobe, he slowly turned you around. Giving you a tight cute smile, he pecked your lips and pulled you closer, "why? What did he say?"

"Nothing. He was just sitting on the couch and when he saw me coming towards him, he stood up and didn't let me say anything and said that he was busy and closed the door." Your pout earned a peck from Haechan and you both smiled at each other affectionately.

"don't worry. Maybe he is busy with his photography exhibition and needs some rest." He pulled you closer and rested your head against his chest, inhaling his cologne. You smiled and hugged him tighter. He caressed your head and other hand moving slowly up and down your back, "also, I will talk to him about this."

You nodded and pulled apart to stare at his face.

The youthful charm and that warming smile.

Oh, you love him too much.

Both of you heard the creak of a door. Haechan looked towards the direction of the sound and you quickly followed his gaze.

There stood Jaemin with a blank face, his eyes following the way you two were standing together in each other's embrace. When his eyes met with the boy, the older one gave him a smile but when his eyes traveled to your face, his gaze locked with yours and he scoffed.

"Jaemin." Haechan stepped towards the boy standing at the door and swung his arm around his shoulders, the younger had a sly smile and waited for the boy to speak whatever he wanted to. "I heard you ignored our girl earlier."

Jaemin tilted his head and raised his brows before returning his gaze back to you, "really?" he smirked, staring at you, "and she told you that?"

Haechan nodded, "talk to her. She missed you for the last two days." and when he noticed your unwavering gaze on the other boy, he left you and Jaemin alone and went towards his room.

"Jaemin... are you okay?" you asked quietly.

He licked his lips and stepped towards you, "do you really care about that? If you really missed me these days then you should have come to my room for once but you didn't." he stood in front of you, curling your locks between his fingers, "but instead you went out with Jeno. Why?"

"He told me that you are busy with your schedules and to give you some time alone, we went out." You smiled in the end.

He smirked, "so you wanted to give me some time alone." He shook his head, "you just wanted to spend more time with your two other boyfriends. Am I right?"

you furrowed your brows and shook your head, "what are you even saying? It's not like that, I really did want to spend time with you too but you were busy."

His hands sliding up smoothly, like a silk touching your skin traveling up your arms and ghosting over the collar bone when it stilled on your cheeks. Breathing in the soft touches from him, you smiled affectionately at him, "Jaemin..."

"I think about you everyday but I know it's not the same from your side." The pad of his thumb caressing your face. You felt bad for him. Did you really make him left out? You should have known his end too.

You wanted to let him know about your equal love for them. Grabbing his wrist with your hands, you kissed his palm.

"don't feel sad, Jaemin. I didn't mean to hurt you that way. I'm sorry."

"Are you?" he bent forward, his breath hitting your earlobe, fanning your hairs and your breath heaved, "I don't want your pity, y/n. if you truly feel sorry to make me feel left out...then you need to prove it."

"But how?"

"that's for you to know." He stood straight, meeting your gaze again, "otherwise the consequences won't be good, baby."

Consequences?

What's he onto?

Before you could ask about his weirdness, Jeno appeared at the scene.

"Hey, Jaemin. I have ordered dinner. Will you eat with us?" he approached you two and patted your head, giving you the sweet eye-smile, "and you should take a rest now. We had a long day today."

Jaemin's eyes followed the sweet smiles and words exchanged between the two persons in front of him. A pang of jealousy hit him when he observed that he was the one holding you and yet you were looking affectionately towards the other boy.

Do you even care for him?

He left your cheek and stepped back. Nodding towards Jeno, Jaemin kept staring at you. Jeno left you two alone again and you tried to step forward when he stopped you, "go back to your room, y/n. just think about the consequences you will get or maybe...others."

"what are you saying?"

He smiled, "just saying." And followed the path where Jeno went earlier.

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Jaemin was always quiet and introverted, often found lost in the world of books or photography with his favorite camera. He had few friends and that's Jeno and Haechan and otherwise preferred his own company, until one fateful day, he met you.

You were a girl who radiates warmth and kindness. Your laughter was infectious and your smile could light up the darkest room --- even brings a little smile on his face. He had noticed you before, of course --- everyone had --- Jeno and Haechan used to show their feelings in obvious ways unlike Jaemin who used to steal secret glances but until one day you offered him a simple 'Hello' when you sat at the same table in the cafeteria when Haechan requested you to spend the lunch time with them.

That day Jaemin's world shifted. That small gesture with the soft voice did a magic for him to become completely enamored.

And he was the first one to propose to you.

His world turned into a paradise when you accepted the complicated relationship to be with three of them together.

You have noticed that Jaemin is the one who loves to spend time with you the most and he becomes all pouty and whiny if you ignore him. but since last year, he acts a bit different whenever you spend time with your other boyfriends.

Just like the last week when you encountered his unusual behavior after you and Jeno returned back home from the little date to park.

And what's consequences?

What was he trying to say?

The eerie feeling for his behavior left you to observe Jaemin more. You started to watch his every movement and some arguments with Jeno and Haechan --- which sometimes doesn't even make sense. And you tried to talk about it with him but as usual for the last few months, he ignored you and said the same words, 'the consequences.'

Initially, the dynamics were harmonious. Jaemin was charming and attentive, while Jeno was supportive and caring and Haechan was playful and protective. They communicated openly, ensuring everyone felt valued and secure. However, as their relationships deepened, in the last few months you began to notice small signs that something was off with Jaemin.

It started with his casual comments about your time with the other two. He would say things like, "Don't you think Jeno is getting too much of your attention?" At first, you brushed it off, thinking he was just expressing a need for balance. But as time went on, Jaemin's behavior grew more concerning.

One evening, you went out for a coffee with Haechan. You both laughed and reminisced about old times, enjoying each other's company. When you got home, Jaemin was waiting for you in your room, his face twisted with anger.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"Just out with Haechan," you replied, taken aback by his tone.

"I don't like you spending so much time alone with them," Jaemin snapped. "You should have told me."

you felt a pang of frustration. "Jaemin, we agreed to this relationship. Jeno and Haechan are part of this relationship, just like you."

"Do I?" he shot back. "I saw the way you always preferred them over me. Do you even care for me?"

This was the first of many arguments centered around Jaemin's jealousy. He would constantly check your phone, question you about your whereabouts, and even accuse you of favoring them over him. your once vibrant social life began to shrink as you distanced yourself from others to avoid conflict with Jaemin.

Despite his controlling behavior, you loved Jaemin and hoped things would get better. you tried to reassure him, but his jealousy only intensified.

But one day you got to know about the deep secrets which you never thought to come across. You didn't know there's a little dark world hidden inside the place where you four live happily --- well kind of.

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It was late at night and you knew Jeno and Haechan were coming home late because they went to a party and Jaemin was never a fan of these things and well his ongoing photography exhibition gave him a good and convincing reason to avoid that.

You were in your room after having a silent dinner with Jaemin. Well, you were ignoring him because of his childish jealousy over everything and his gaze boring onto your form across the table. He was observing you like a predator in a hunting mood.

You were like a prey to him.

In the middle of watching your favorite movie, you decided to talk things out with Jaemin when the other two were not there to interrupt your conversations and they wouldn't know about Jaemin's sudden irrational behaviors.

Knocking at the door, you called out his name, "Jaemin. Are you still awake?"

There was no sound from his room. You thought to return back to your room even when you knew that he was not a person to sleep early. He is a night-owl and if he is sleeping at this hour, then he might be too tired.

You heard something fall inside his room and when you asked him 'what happened?'

There was no reply. Did something happen to him? without thinking twice, you pushed the door open and you were hit with an undenied reality.

Jaemin's back towards you, he was in a sleeveless shirt and his biceps all sweaty. But that was not the reason for your shocked and frozen state. The room was the reason. Why didn't you think of it before? He doesn't like anyone to enter his room but if you had entered his room then what are these things you are seeing right now.

"J-Jaemin..."

"Do you like it?" he turned around, smiling dearly at you. You were still focused on the things that were on his walls and scattered all over the room. You didn't realize when he approached you standing all zone out, he chuckled and engulfed you in a hug, "aww...y/n...you loved it so much that you can't take your eyes off."

He caressed your back and kissed the top of your head.

When your senses returned, you harshly pulled yourself apart, "what the fuck, Jaemin!"

He watched you walking towards his study table and pulling some papers off and throwing them away and repeating the actions all over again. He clicked his tongue, getting annoyed with you messing with his treasured stuff.

"y/n...don't throw them away." His low and dark voice was audible to you but the anger bubbling inside you was intense. You ignored his several warnings for you to stop but you didn't until he furiously went to your side and grabbed your hand and harshly turned you to face him. "What are you doing with my things?"

"and what is up to you, Jaemin?" you looked around, gesturing to the whole room filled with photographs and doodlings with some mirrors on which your name was written with red lipstick. "I thought you were busy with your exhibition and don't want us to disturb you with anything in your room then what's all these. Answer me."

He chuckled and licked his lips, looking around as if he never saw them before and right now you were the only one who made him notice it, "it's you, y/n. everywhere is you. You are mine."

"This is insane." You breathed in and out, "are you out of your mind?"

He clenched his jaw and kept staring at you silently. His dark eyes were reflecting his inner anger. Is he mad? But why?

You again took in the view. Pictures pasted on the wall in different angles with all focused on you, some very innocent, some aesthetically appealing and then there some with all the intimate details of you. Even if some pictures were taken in your concern but others weren't and if it was other times you wouldn't have complained but the rest of the mirrors and words written all over the room giving you the impression that something was off.

‘Mine…only mine to admire.’

It was written everywhere.

‘No one else should touch her.’

Then there were two separate pictures of Jeno and Haechan with cross on them with red lipstick.

"Yes. I am insane for you." He breathed heavily, "I want you to be mine. For myself."

"But I am yours. We are already together. We four are-"

"No!" you flinched at his sudden outburst. "I don't like sharing you with them. They are not my brothers but friends and...they were the only bait I could use to get to you. I have always noticed that you were all friendly with them, hanging out with them but never once tried to spend time with me. Why? You were all too silent and shy in front of me. And you know that made me determined to get you for myself. The one for me to protect."

"What..."

He cupped your cheeks. You were shocked — yeah you were but you were trying to believe that it was Jaemin who was speaking those words to you.

"What do you think? I agreed to be in this relationship when I found out you won't hesitate to be in a relationship with us. Jeno and Haechan always wanted to try a thing like this and when they both developed feelings for you, I knew it that you would be in my grasp but the only problem is them to be included." he gave you a smile, "but that's not for longer. I will get rid of them soon. I promise you I will treat you better than them."

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes, "no you won't do anything like this. You will get these insane thoughts out of your mind. Do you hear me, Jaemin? You will forget all these. We love each other. We are so happy together."

"No we aren't. Even if those two are, I am not. You know I don't like when they touch you the way I do, they kiss you the way I do, when they look at you the way I do… I feel like it’s supposed to be only me. No one else. I want you to be mine. They should know that you deserve me...not them...only me." his tears were flowing down his cheeks. You stared at him with a broken heart and anger inside you. Somehow you couldn't shout, you felt a little pain hearing his broken voice.

Why was he crying?

If only you knew, he wanted something to call his own. He never got a family that only belongs to him. He was raised in an orphanage where he met Jeno. They were best friends and inseparable but soon he realized that his roommate has another friend, Haechan. Look — not his again. But he tried to love them, he was glad that there were two people who stand for him, who would refer to him as their.

Sharing was not an option to him— it was always the only thing he would have to follow to survive everyday.

But in university days, when he felt the sudden emotion of love after meeting you. He knew he had to get you but there was an obstruction. Even though he was the first one to propose to you, the other two had made you fall for them already. He was too late to make you only his. He knew that they would happily share you between them but he had to fight for it and he started his game to make them the bait and get to you.

He agreed to share you with them.

And he hated the word ‘sharing’ with all his guts.

"Jaemin...please try to understand." you pressed the hold on his wrist tighter. You wanted to convince him that whatever he was thinking was not right? He should wake up from his weird dream but no — it's the undeniable reality for him.

But Jaemin didn't listen. His jealousy had consumed him, turning him into someone you barely recognized. The relationship, once filled with love and laughter, had become a battleground.

"What can't you try to understand me, y/n? I am not happy about this. Look around." he turned you around and pulled you closer to him. Your back hitting his chest and he grabbed your hands in front of you, turning you all the way around with him. The way he was purring your name seductively in your ear, his breath fanning over your earlobe, your body was stiff in his hold. "See those pictures...see them? Those are my perspectives of you. You are the perfect and prettiest in my eyes. Your beauty can't be compared."

He inhaled your fresh mint scent, “and I am the only one who would admire and worship a goddess like you. I am the best gardener for a perfect flower like you. I will protect you forever. I love you so much, y/n.”

He made you both walk towards the particular wall, where all the intimate scenes with him were displayed. You would have loved it but now you were feeling disgusting. Why is he making it so complicated? You loved him but you loved three of them equally — you can't comply with his jealousy all of a sudden.

This is not jealousy — it's a pure obsession.

You were hating the pictures in front of you. Those were not his perspectives but his obsession. You can't see his face but the way he was resting his chin on top of your head and humming, he was admiring the pictures in front of you both.

"We are perfect together. We don't need two other people to join us. We have always been meant for each other and we should get rid of the unnecessary things in our life. It's just a waste of time. See...if they were not here then we wouldn't have conflicts and misunderstandings. They are trying to separate us. This needs to be over."

He kissed the top of your head when you whispered, "what are you trying to say?"

He chuckled and stepped back, leaving you unanswered. You quickly followed his movements, he was fumbling with some gadgets on a corner table.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't reply.

You stepped forward when he spoke up, "stop right there. Wait for a while. Have patience, baby." he chuckled and grabbed the necessary items and placed them on the edge of the bed.

You were breathing heavily beside the study table, nails digging on the wooden edge in frustration.

What to do? What to think of? What to tell him? What to tell them? You were all confused and breaking down in pieces.

In pieces of his obsession.

You were always his prey, y/n.

A clicking sound echoed in the room when he pressed a switch, the room was all dark then and he stood beside you to pull a string, a white sheet covered the wall opposite to the bed, hiding some part of his jealousy displayed on the wall.

He pressed a button on the remote in his hold and the projector turned on.

The video started playing but your eyes were on him — a look of disbelief in your eyes.

He smirked when he noticed you and turned your face towards the screen by your chin.

The video started with the opening of a grand glass door, entering a luxurious building with shiny white marbled floor and white walls all around with photos decorated all around the room. Few albums, photocards, clean cut glass and classy fiber frames with pictures and some quotes written in the corners. Wait, the quotes are familiar — its in his rooms as well. Then you noticed the similar mirrors with words written on them with red lipstick and you know those doodling words are your name.

Then when the camera focused on the pictures, you could see it was all yours but in Jaemin's perspective. your face was hidden in most of the pictures but was focused on you with the background. Some had your eyes visible, they looked so nice and oh — the ones with lips — highlighting your smile — such a sweet one.

You could have loved it more if you weren’t in the current situation me.

The video ended with him smiling upward towards the ceiling at drone camera and letters appeared on the screen - NARCISSISM.

The same way he was smiling at you and admiring the beauty you were radiating when the video light was falling on your face.

The exhibition was not only about his photography but it was to prove his love for you.

The exhibition is to prove to others that you are his perfect little, y/n.

Suddenly the screen went blank and two pictures appeared.

Haechan smiling brightly at the lens and Jeno laughing beside him.

You stepped forward and touched the sheet, the projector rays shining on your body and you heard a click sound. You balled your fist in anger.

He clicked a picture of you.

Again.

Suddenly, a red line started to appear from the top corner of the screen and repeating from the other top too. You were confused but soon noticed it was making a cross sign on their picture. You felt a presence beside you.

"Now its perfect."

He was smiling at the screen.

You turned towards him, "what do you mean?"

he rested his palm on your cheek, smiling dearly with lots of evil intentions, "They should say goodbye to you."

Two voices announced their arrival from the living room area and you stared at Jaemin in horror.

(I'm debating whether I should post Taeyong fic or Jeno fic next!!!)

Long note down here: 👇

It's a late night plot when I was obsessing over Jaemin with his new posts. So basically just a weird plot on how I want Jaemin to hold an exhibition for me and him. I love this man so much 😭

Also I had to keep Jeno and Hyuck here👹 and after the scandal if you want to ignore Hyuck then please leave my book coz you will find my twin Hyuck in every plot so if u hate him...you are hating on me as well.

Renjun come back to us soon. We are waiting and we love you so much baby😫

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I totally understand what u tried to say star,it's okay if u don't feel like it,u aren't overreacting abt anything.

I hope u are in spirits since ur exams are over now :)

And we'll abt leaving tl...it's ur choice but maybe wait for some time...

-🦀

Thank you so much!

Yeah I am all in my spirit now and I’m doing well. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this all of a sudden but the incidents strikes something in me and here I am. I will soon let u all know about I’m leaving or not.

Hugs <3 Send this to the first ten people on your dash, okay? We're giving hugs!

OMG! thanks for the hug. I'm sending trucks of virtual hug to you. you are so sweet for this. Thanks for making me smile.

Am I late?

Pairing: roommate! Mark x f! reader (ft. bff Haechan & Mark's brother Taeyong)

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mafia

Warning: getting lost in an unknown place, missing your best friend (lol), having fever, confession, confusion of feelings, secrets and heartbroken. idk what warnings should I give when the story has none.

W.C: 7.3k Network: @k-vanity

Basically I was drunk when I wrote this(not really), I just love Mark too much and I was drooling over him most of the time instead of writing the fic. I had totally kept this fic aside to write down the NCT series (tbh I forgot I had this in my draft). the thought for this plot only came to mind after I had saved all the pics from the day of the third picture above so dont judge the fic too hard.

“Yeah, I have reached the place. You can cut the call, Hyuck.”

You smiled into the call and stood in front of the new building, titling your head back to look at the tall view. The buildings towering over you and you swore that was what you really expected when you decided to move to states for your university. But leaving Haechan behind all alone back in your home town was miserable.

“But how am I supposed to know that you are safe out there?” he asked you and coughed a little.

“Hyuck. Are you sick?” your worried tone made him smile and he hugged the pillow tighter. Curling on his bed, he pressed the phone to his ears. The only source which felt like you are still with him. even if you were far away from his embrace, he could still feel your warmth. As if just a second ago, you last hugged him and bid goodbye. it’s been a day when he last saw you in person and don’t know again when he would get the chance.

“just a little. Leave that for now and tell me. Is the place safe for you?”

You were still worried as you were always the one who took care of him and now you were not there, how will that clumsy ass take care of his own?

You sighed into the call, “this place is safe for outsiders and I have a roommate. I can tell him if I feel unsafe about anything. Don’t worry, please. I want you to take care of yourself until I go back there again. I want you to be healthy and fine…for me. Please.”

“For you, I am always fine.” He chuckled and added, “Also, I have to take care of myself as you are not here like always. I will miss you a lot. Better take care and if your roommate disturbs you for anything. Just call me and-“

“and? We are far away, Hyuck. Don’t forget that you can’t come to me anytime you want like before.” You sadly chuckled, pulling your bag towards your block and looking around. Arriving in front of the lift, you were still smiling.

“y/n…you will not forget me, right?” his voice was low and almost sounded like a whisper. He was trying hard to hold back his tears.

You bit your lips, “go to sleep, Hyuck. It’s already late at night.”

“I want to hear your voice more.” He mumbled to himself but still you heard it. You chuckled and pressed the button for the 9th floor.

“Bye. I need to get into the lift and then survive the rest of the day. Please, take medicines and rest. You have to go to work tomorrow.”

He hummed, “Bye……I l-“

You cut the call before getting inside the call. But on the other side of the call, a tear fell from his eyes.

I love you, Y/n.

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*Ding*

Stumbling upon the things scattered on the floor, the boy rushed towards the door. He was rubbing his eyes and without looking into the peephole, he swung open the door, revealing you standing at the doorway awkwardly. He frowned at you and looked around to grasp the situation.

Why was a girl standing at his footsteps and even with luggage?

He scratched his neck and smiled, “um…you?”

You were still shocked with the image in front of you. You gulped at the sight and when you caught his sleepy eyes, you looked away. Can’t he understand? You mentally prayed for him to get away from there but a second voice made the man in front of you look back inside the room.

“ Is this your new chick?” he yawned and eyed your bags, obviously checking you out in the way. He smirked and went towards the table, a little visible to you. As far as you were told, you have one roommate then why there’s two of them?

The boy with round eyes and a smiley face in front of you was staring at the boy at the table and then turned towards you, “hello! Do I know you? Do you need some help?”

You blinked a few times and checked the apartment No. and it was the right one. You gulped and before you could speak, the other boy with red hair appeared behind him and slid his arm around the boy at the door, “Mark, put on a shirt. She is obviously flustered.”

The boy named Mark looked down at himself, only in a trouser and blushed. He excused himself quickly to jog towards the bedroom while the other boy suddenly held your chin and made eye contact with yours, “so, what’s your purpose to be here?”

“I…I am going to live here.”

He smirked, “that easily? You think I will allow this?” as soon as he heard noise, he left your chin and stepped back.

You blinked and before you could reply to him, Mark came back and laughed, “Oh…I’m so sorry to keep you waiting outside for this long. Please come inside.” He slapped the other boy’s arm and gestured towards the bags. He pulled a trolley bag and the other one was still held by you. You forced a smile when the other boy smiled towards you and took the one from you.

Mark and him placed all your bags beside the table and sighed, “Taeyong, she is my new roommate. Meet her.”

Taeyong raised a brow at him and turned towards you before nodding, “a girl? Mark, don’t be freaky again like that. You can’t stay with her. I’m not allowing this.”

“No. It’s not like that. We are going to the same university and she is an international student. I was searching for a roommate to kill the boredom and she was searching for an accommodation and well, it's good we found each other.” He smiled towards you at the end of the statement.

Freaky again? Not like that? What does he mean?

Taeyong didn’t know what to say more but just nodded and sighed. He stepped away from the living room and disappeared behind a door. You were staring at the now closed door and didn’t notice the boy who placed a hand on your shoulder. When he noticed you flinching to his touch, he quickly apologized and stepped back, chuckling awkwardly.

“I am the roommate with whom you contacted.” He held his hand forward for a handshake. You stared at it and then at his face when he raised his brows to which you just smiled and shook his hands. “your name? ah…wait..oh shit…”

“y/n.” you said quietly.

“Sorry I am bad at remembering names.”

Taeyong came back into the living room when Mark guided you towards the couch and offered you a glass of water.  He looked at you and then at Mark, “don’t pretend to be like this Mark. You better know that’s not you.” He turned towards you, “the way he is acting towards you, just to let you know he is nothing like that.”

Nothing like that…

“Taeyong, if you don’t want to be late for the meeting then I suppose you should leave.” Mark said a bit annoyedly. The latter chuckled and grabbed an apple from the table and winked towards you before closing the apartment door behind him.

“Who is he?” you were still staring at the door and the same question running across your mind.

Mark scoffed before taking the glass from you and placing it near the sink, “my brother.”

You turned towards him, who was busy searching through a plastic bag on the counter, “is he going to stay here?”

He laughed and shook his head, “no way. I’m not living with him any day. He was just here last night because he fought with his friend and no girl let him inside the house. Just stay away from him and don’t let his actions bother you. I hope he didn’t make you feel weird for anything.”

His words for sure did confuse you.

 Mark’s eyes were round and curious when he asked you about your situation. You slightly shook your head even though you were weirded out about his brother’s earlier actions. Does he come here often? If Haechan hears about this then it's not going to be good as he would definitely find a way to create a scene with these two.

“You can freshen up. I will find a way to bring some breakfast for us.” He pointed towards the closed door, just opposite to the door earlier where he and his brother went inside, “that’s your room. The washroom is just in the corner behind that wall beside.”

 You nodded and got up to walk towards your room, “um…thank you.”

“hey, we are now friends and also roommates. No need to thank me.” he laughed awkwardly and you smiled.

“still I wanted to say this.”

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The sunlight from the window kissing your face tenderly. Worn out, you sighed and covered your face, blocking the sunlight that shined on your weary eyes. Groaning, you turned off the phone and leaned back into the chair. You heard some shuffle sounds from behind but knowing who the person is, a smile crept on your face.

He is back home.

Don’t think otherwise, you just love to spend time with him a lot and it’s really boring to be alone at home and him staying out for too long.

You got up from the chair in the balcony and walked inside the doors. You couldn’t see his face because his back was towards you and he was in a racer jacket and a flower bouquet beside him.

Does he have a girlfriend?

The closer you got, the more things you noticed on the counter top. A bouquet, a greetings card and a gift box. Someone gave it to him or he is going to give it to someone? Curiously, you walked in and leaned on the wall to get a closer look. Just to stare at him. It's been one month that you are living with him under the same roof. Strangers to friends. That’s how your relationship developed between you two. That’s really a great development in just a month.

He was yet to notice you standing just a few feet away and staring at him. He was totally immersed into the phone, might be texting his girlfriend or some issues might be up with him. your eyes followed his side profile. His pretty nose bridge with thin cute lips with curved brows and black hair disheveled and his each twitch of the nose making his veins prominent on the crane of the neck, disappearing behind his jacket’s collar. His racer gloved palms scratched the jawline and you were somehow getting attracted to him.

His eyes are so pure.

Oh..wait…he is looking at you.

“y/n?” he smiled , running his fingers through his hair.

You licked your lips, “are you going somewhere?” you didn’t dare to look at him again, ignoring his obvious gaze on you, you stepped towards the refrigerator to take a bottle of water. You could hear him chuckle but then he placed his phone aside. You were mentally cursing yourself for him to catch you checking him out.

“yeah. Later in the evening. Not now. Do you need something?”

You drank a little and shook your head, answering politely, “no. just curious.”

He stood up, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair, “I know I just came back but there’s something that came up. I hope you don’t mind me staying out for too long.”

Why is he asking you? It doesn’t like that you would be bothered by it and you have a say in this. He is just your roommate and he can do anything so there’s no reason for him to ask your opinion but it’s a good gesture from him.

“It's okay.” You eyed the things on the counter, he noticed your curiosity, “ I hope your date goes well.”

Confused, he creased his brows, “date?” then something clicked his mind when you gestured towards the things, he laughed again. He laughs a lot. “That's not mine. My brother told me to buy these things. Soon he would be coming to take these things and don’t know which girl he is going to give fake promises to.”

He said the words so nonchalantly. Do they not care about others' feelings? You felt sorry for that unknown girl. In this one month, you already got a grasp of his brother’s behavior and you simply hate him. but hearing Mark and his brother’s slight indication of his different personality makes you lost in thought. Is Mark also like him?

You gave him a muddled smile and drank the water again. But before you could place the bottle down, he grabbed it from your hand and started drinking from it. You gulped when you noticed how his Adam's apple poked attractively and few water droplets sliding down his smooth skin of the throat. What the hell are you thinking?

You shook off your thoughts, exited the kitchen and continued to grab your things from the chair in the balcony. You could feel him trailing behind you, close enough to know his presence. You casted a glance at him long enough to admire his handsome features standing in a black tee with black pants with zippers designed all over.

“y/n-“

“ I will be in my room for a while. You…you can speak to me later.” You hurriedly walked inside your room, closing your door, you decided to lie back in bed and blankly stared at the ceiling. You dialed a very familiar number which is always on the top and pressed the phone to your ears. Not after a full three rings, someone eagerly picked up your call.

“Hey! Did you just ditch me for the past weeks? Is your roommate so special to you now?”

You chuckled, “Hyuck…stop being dramatic. It’s not like that. I was busy with my university in this new place and he is helping me out a lot.”

“as he should. And…how are you, y/n?” he asked you in a low voice.

You sighed, “Haechan…” he hummed on the other side. He was breathing heavily hearing his name from your mouth, even though it's through the device yet he was having a warm feeling in his heart. You called him by his name, not just the nickname. But he also knew, that means you were thinking about something.

“what is it, y/n?”

“What's falling in love, Haechan?”

“Are you asking me? Are you in love?” coz I am with you…

You rolled your eyes, “just tell me, please.”

He hesitated and why would he not because it’s like you asked him to describe his feelings and situation with you. He gulped and looked over at the picture of you two in a frame hanging on his wall, “love is complicated.”

“how?”

“falling in love with someone is very easy. Too easy, just like falling on a slippery floor. Even if you try to grab for support yet you will fall. But the realization and the acceptance is the complicated part. You don't realize how and why you have fallen but somehow you love the feeling of love. You will feel lost and confused but at the same time there will be fear. A fear of losing the person or how to let the person know about it.” He sighed.

“and?”

“Even if you wanted to say your feelings to the person, to let the person a part of your dreamy thoughts yet you would step back in the fear of rejection. Sometimes a person falls in love already knowing that they won’t get a happy ending and it’s forbidden but still they do. They do fall in love. Sometimes you love to see that person happy so if it means you want to have them then also just let them go…just to let them be happy.”

“But what about the person who is falling in love?” you blinked, waiting for his response but he was silent. You called his name a few times but there were just some faint sounds and before you could call out his name again, he whispered your name.

“y/n… don’t hesitate to confess when there’s still time so you don’t have to regret later.”

“Do you have regrets?”

“No.”

Yes. but he still has time.

“You sound like you have fallen in love, hyuck.” Yes. It’s because I have. I am in love.

“y/n…I-“

You told him to pause a second when your conversation got interrupted by a few knocks on the door, “yeah?”

“It's me. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” You answered him and said in the call, “Mark is here. I will talk to you later.”

You cut the call quickly and tossed the phone to your side. Mark entered inside your room and looked around, “this room looks so neat and heavenly.”

You smiled, “thank you. I’m not like you who can’t keep his room tidy even for a whole minute.”

He protested quickly, “hey!” but quickly joined your laughing. He was again wearing the biker jacket and now holding the helmet in his arm and a blue bouquet in another hand.

“Are you here in my room for a reason?”

He nodded, “I’m leaving now and won’t be home until night. I will order some food for you and don’t worry, if anyone rings the bell then don’t open the door. Just call me quickly.” He looked at you seriously and when you just nodded, he raised a brow, “answer me, y/n. let me know that you heard me clearly.”

Did he just talk with you in a demanding way? Did he just ask for an answer? Are you hearing right? You stared at him and noticed him walking closer to you. You took a step back and then paused. No, what is he doing? You can just shout right now. Your back of the knee hit the bed but you stood strong, but your legs were weak under his intense gaze, he held your chin and fingers gazing over your cheeks. His leather gloves brushed against your skin when he made you look up, “please be safe for me.”

That’s how he left you dumbfounded after giving you a smile and walking out of the door.

People should also take permission before leaving the room just like when entering it. You kept staring at the space from where he just left.

What are you thinking, y/n? It's nothing. Haechan also says the same thing every time.

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“where are you?”

You were scared and the way the person on call was near to yelling was making it worse. You scanned the surroundings and obviously no one was familiar in sight and your heart beat picking up with every little sound. It’s a cat or maybe a different animal. Yeah nothing more. Ghost? Far better than those creepy people. You were convincing yourself with these thoughts and now you were lost.

Earlier you were on a call with Hyuck when you parted ways with your university friends. It’s late in the evening as your five friends thought that it would be nice to spend some time after the exams got over and so you decided to go for a pub time. Everything was cool until one got a call from her boyfriend and two boys leaving for a club with their other friends, leaving you with Sera. She urged you to bring you to your place but you waved it off and bid goodbye.

You didn’t notice that there was a lack of transportation and you were all alone, few people staring at you. You scolded yourself for not taking someone’s help and so to avoid the fear of being alone, you dialed Hyuck’s number and started walking.

“Are you okay?”

The moment he heard your voice, he panicked. He didn’t know what to do but he swore he was going mad and worried for you. You typed the location in your GPS tracking but it’s not working. How could you be so irresponsible to not notice that you walked to an unknown neighborhood and then you were lost. But while being on the call and it was almost thirty minutes of being homeless, you got calls from Mark.

Why is he calling you? Maybe he needs something on the way back home?

And the moment you picked up the call, you were greeted with a groan and ‘where are you?’

“mark…”

“Tell me the address.” He demanded the full address where you went with your friends but still he couldn’t brush off the feelings of uneasiness. Why was he feeling like that? Oh. The address seems familiar. Wait, he knows this place. you are at a risky place. If only he would have known, he could have warned you. “listen to me. if there’s a place to hide nearby, hide there. I’ll be there soon and won't talk to anyone.”

“Mark…please come soon. I’m scared.” You clutched your bag tightly towards you and sweat visibly lining on your forehead.

He nodded, “I’m coming. Wait for me.”

And he did. He kept his promise.

At first you didn’t recognize the person on the bike. He was wearing a helmet. You were hiding behind a wooden fence. Yeah, not a good place to hide but still you didn’t have any other option so it was better to stay quiet and hide in the shadows. You thought the biker to be some kind of creepy dude but when your gaze fell on the familiar biker jacket he was wearing and then he called out your name.

“y/n! y/n…are you here?”

He got off the bike and took off his helmet to look around. There was no sight of you and you quickly ran towards him, back-hugging him and pressing your face to his back. “Mark.”

He looked down to the arms wrapped around him and caressed it when he found the grip tightened around his torso. He firmly held your hand and loosen your hold to turn around and engulf you in a hug. “it’s okay, y/n. I’m here.” Stroking your back and head, he ensured your safety.

Upon realizing the situation you were in, you parted yourself and tugged your hair back, “I’m sorry, I made you worried. I was reckless not to notice and got myself into danger.” He licked his lips and patted your head, noticing a slight hesitation in you. Is he crossing his border? Are you uncomfortable with him?

“don’t say sorry. Let’s go home. It’s not safe here.”

You were still looking down and nodded. He went towards the bike, holding your hand in his grip.

“get on quickly.” He said and put on the helmet again. You haven’t seen him ride a bike ever in these six months, you have only come across him while parking it in the parking area of the university or the apartment.

“Is it safe?” you asked quietly.

He laughed, the sound was muffled by his helmet. He swiped the face shield up and craned his neck to look at you, your scared pupils reflecting the street light staring back at him. He flicked the retention and put off the helmet just to get it on your head. You let out a surprise sound, “what are you doing?”

“making sure that you are safe.” He tightened the retention strap and smiled at you.

“What about you?” you raised your hand to undo the strap but he held your hand, “I don’t need. Your safety is more important.” Before you could speak anything more, he swiped down the face shield, shuttin you up and smirked.

He was still staring at you, there were some unspoken words behind those eyes. Some feelings which he himself wasn’t even sure about. He wanted to understand them and he was desperate to realize the meaning of them. The silence between you two broke because of the ring from your phone. You both glanced at the screen ‘Hyuck’.

The question hit Mark- Is he late? Or he never had any chance from the start?

“Who is he?”

Your gaze returned to his face, “my best friend.”

Best Friend…still a step ahead. Because he is just a friend or maybe even not.

“call him after we reach home. Now get on the bike.”

You knew Haechan was probably worried and that’s why he was calling to know your condition but also, you had to go home and you don’t want to speak on a call while riding a bike. You waited for the call to end and mount over the bike behind him. you didn’t know where to hold…his shoulders…his biceps…his torso-

“Is it your first time?” he asked you, meeting your gaze through the rear mirror. You shook your head, “no. I have been with Hyuck on bikes a lot.”

Look. He has already given her bike rides. Not one. But a lot.

Mark, you are late.

He gripped your wrists tightly wrapped around his torso, as if securing the tight knot. He felt your head resting against his back and a little smile appeared on his lips. You are comfortable with him and

“Thanks for coming, Mark.”

And you are thankful.

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It’s been almost a year staying with him and your finals are nearing.

Something really changed the relationship between you two after that day.

Mark became a bit too flirty and of course, you didn’t complain. You were enjoying his company and well, a warm blanket of feelings was surrounding you these days.

Well, now whenever you are going out anywhere other than the university class timings. Sometimes if it’s too far or in the evening, he would convince you to give you a ride to the place and would call you when it’s time to return.

The thought of staying with a boy was a bit icky with you.

You had different imaginations regarding staying together. But to the positive point, you both were compatible with each other. Even sometimes more than you both wanted. He treats you in a way as if he knows you for too long. His friendliness really makes you wonder why Taeyong said not to trust his brother’s attitude. You haven’t found anything unusual yet.

Groaning you woke up from your sleep, your head was paining and your body felt so weak. You felt your body heating up for some reason and your eyes felt heavy. Your hands wandered to the bedside nightstand but your bottle was missing. Oh, you have mistakenly left it on the kitchen counter. You were so tired after returning home that you didn’t care to eat or clean your room and chose to somehow freshen up and go to sleep.

But the sleep didn’t last too long and now you are feeling sick. Managing to stand on your feet and walk towards the door, supporting yourself to nearby things in your grasp. Occasionally you were rubbing your forehead and stepped out of the room. The night lamps on the ceilings were on because there were times you both tripped over a few things at night so it was better to keep them on so that the dim lights could atleast help you.

The bottle was half filled and when you picked it up, you felt the world spinning around you. Taking a seat on the stools, you quickly drank the water and sighed in the end. You glanced at the door --- Mark is sleeping there. You should not make noise to disturb him. you placed the bottle back on the marbled top and extended your hands above the place and rested your head on top of them. You were repeating to yourself to have medicines but didn’t have the energy to do so. You closed your eyes, feeling the cold sensation of the marbles against your warm skin. you could hear the front door open and close but you shrugged it off with the thought that you might be imagining things or hearing things.

If there's a risk of someone attacking, you felt like dying from this fever before that.

A cold hand touched your forehead and brushed your hairs away from your face, “you are having fever, y/n.”

I know.

You nodded and hid your face into your arms. Not actually hearing what the person is saying to you. Was the person talking to you or might be with someone else or might be on a call-

“can you hear me, y/n?” oh, he is talking to you.

You hummed.

He lifted you up from the stool and held you in his arms, caressing your head and rested it on his chest. You managed to open your eyes to look at the person, unconsciously you smiled at the very familiar eyes to which the person returned the same gesture, “Mark…”

“yes. It’s me. don’t speak if you don’t want to.”

“but-“

“shh..let’s get to your room.”

You didn’t say a word just rubbing your forehead and he did notice it. He got you inside the room, putting you on the bed and sitting beside your head, to massage your forehead. He asked you about your medicine box and he was quick enough to bring a thermometer and medicine for fever. You quickly had it and closed your eyes when your head hit the mattress.

“where were you?” you asked him while still closing your eyes.

He was staring at you and caressed your head, “just somewhere.”

“Are you hiding something from me?”

He gulped, not knowing how to reply to you but somehow few words escaped his mouth, “No. it’s nothing. You don’t have to know about it. Go to sleep.” He held his palm over your eyes.

“Did you go to meet someone?” you held his wrist and looked at him. “I am just curious.”

“look…it’s nothing like that.”

“Why are you hesitating to tell me? I won’t get mad or query for an explanation. You can do anything, just I wanted to know if you are okay or in trouble.” You said slowly.

He shook his head and brushed back his hairs in frustration and held your cheek, “but I want you to get mad at me if I go to meet someone. I want you to feel jealous and ask me questions when you doubt me. I want you to wait for me and call me when you are in danger. I want to feel that my world is you. I love you, y/n.”

The sudden confession really worked as a miracle to your headache as it suddenly disappeared and then your shocked eyes met his desperate gaze. A gaze that’s saying you more words than his mouth did. You weakly held his hand, feeling his touch against your skin.

“Mark. Are you okay?”

He inhaled sharply before shaking his head and stroked your head before standing up.

“where are you going?”

“go to sleep, y/n. just forget what I said.” His quick steps led him to the door and before he could step out, he paused and turned around to find you were still looking at him, “Good-night.” Then he closed the door behind him.

If he really cared for your fever then he shouldn’t have said those things. Did you hear him right? You are not dreaming right? He said he loves you. And you?

‘don’t wait longer.’

‘don’t hesitate to confess…when there’s still a chance.’

Hyuck’s words were flooding your brain but before you could dwell on the thought more, your droopy eyes closed in slumber and the night fell low.

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“Mark…wait.”

He flinched hearing your sudden voice from his back. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a red wide border running across over his chest horizontally.

“yeah?”

“Are you leaving again?” you glanced at the clock, “so late at night.”

“Why are you still awake? Go back to sleep. You have university classes tomorrow.” He gestured towards your room and you shook your head. Approaching him, you stared deep into his eyes.

“Please tell me. Are you okay? We haven’t talked properly after that night and I have so much to ask you but here you are ignoring me and running away. We should talk. You and me.”

He licked his lips and raised a brow, “do you want to come with me?”

“where?”

“somewhere. The place I go to every night.” He waited for your reply. He noticed your eyes, contemplating the choice but suddenly you blurted out.

“take me there with you.”

And he did.

Fresh cold air hitting your face and your hair flowing with the wind. A bright smile illuminating your face and you were hugging him tightly. Whenever he tried to slow down, you shouted to turn up the speed and he likely did listen to you. He was smiling, watching you through the rear view. Neither of you were wearing a helmet, well that’s not a good idea but both of you debated against each other who should wear and ended up leaving the helmet behind. The only thing you said before getting on the bike was, “I feel safe with you.”

“and we will be safe when we are together.” Everytime he ensured your safety.

Reaching the place, you were confused yet you got off the bike and looked around. There was a car parked in the distance and two men were leaning against it. Mark parked the bike to the side of the bridge and patted your head, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You grabbed his forearm, “where are you going?”

“I’ll have a talk with them and return back. I promise. Wait for me.”

He walked towards the car and you squinted your eyes to get a better look. Mark greeted them with a hug and the shorter one hit his head jokingly and then you could hear laughs. The shorter one turned towards you and then you noticed that’s Taeyong, who waved at you but his smirk was not fully visible and the other one beside him still laughing was Jaehyun. You have seen him with Mark in a few pictures. What are they doing here?

The car drove in the other direction and Mark approached you.

“why are we here?”

He leaned forward to the cemented railing beside you and rested his elbows, clasping the palms together, “this place is special to me.”

“why?”

“coz I realized so many things.” He mumbled.

You mimicked his posture and stared at the sky, “and they are?”

“Do you know I’m not a regular citizen? You noticed my brother and Jaehyun earlier, we had a schedule today for a deal but I told him that I don’t want to get involved today.” He turned his head towards you, “I work as a spy and the fighter for the mafia gang which is led by my brother. I’m a messed up individual and this place is where it all started and ended.”

“you…you are a mafia member?”

He nodded, not knowing what to say more but still he wanted to clear his thoughts today. He will say everything to you. You wanted to talk and he will talk and will say everything to you as he can’t bottle up his feelings and emotions anymore.

Your phone vibrated again. It was vibrating for the last few minutes but you ignored it because something about Mark was hypnotizing and before you could look at the screen. Mark took away the phone and typed into something, you didn;t even protested against it. Are you so desperate for him?

He put the phone into his jeans pocket and returned his gaze to you.

“I never wanted to be a part of this but you know blood speaks faster than mind. My blood was to paint this shit in my life and somehow this intrigued me to dive deeper into this world. I started to love being in this world. It seemed I had everything but I was wrong. Even if I could get everything, I couldn’t get her.”

“who?” you were also surprised with your quick question.

“Sana.” he paused and then chuckled, “I loved her. I didn’t know what love was but she made me feel emotions which I had never felt before. She was always like a rainbow of hope and love but…it was all fake. She left me when she realized my secret. Can’t she accept me like this? That was the only thought left. I lost her and also a part of myself but…” he averted his eyes away. You could feel his body tensing up when you placed your hand above his. “but even if I’m like this, I'm a bad person. I want love too.”

“So you confessed to me to forget her?”

He shook his head before turning towards you, “I confessed to you because I felt safe with you. I felt I could vent to you after she left me hopeless in this place. But I don’t know if I’m able to protect you when I myself is the danger.”

You cupped his face, his fingers circling your wrist. He was leaning against your affectionate touch, “Mark. I feel safe with you too. I didn’t know about love and so I asked Hyuck about it and then I realized something that you don’t know how and when you will love someone but if you do it is because that’s the time you need it and the person would save you from the void.”

“don’t pity me. I just wanted to say this because you wanted to talk to me. you were curious where I went every night and returned home late. You were doubting me whenever I left university in a hurry. I don’t know but I just couldn’t see you in confusion and to feel that I am hiding something from you.”

You shook your head, “I am trying to embrace you. if you embrace the danger then it can’t hurt you.”

“don’t leave me like her.”

"Mark...it wasn't her fault either. She was obviously scared of the secret. You can see, I am taking this situation very logically but she was not ready to accept it. Maybe you both were not destined and it was better for her to leave, preventing some further complications."

"And are we destined?"

You were at a loss of words. Destined? It was easy to give lectures to others but when it came to you, you were hit with the same emotions as him.

"I don't know..." you trailed off.

He scoffed, "are you going to leave me too? Now you know me...the real me." He chuckled and stepped back, "wait...what am I even saying? We are not even friends. Hyuck is your best friend and if you have to choose someone then you would definitely choose him. You asked him about love and here I am trying to get what is already someone else’s.”

“No.'' You raised your voice and maintained eye contact with him. you stepped front to stand near him. “I am not his, Mark. Don’t think of this as if I’m trying to convince you but he is my best friend and he is special to me because I got him when I needed someone and he stayed with me. He proved to me every time that he is someone to me whom nobody can ever replace but you are a person who made me feel needed even when I had everything.”

“What am I to you?”

“what do you want to be?” you asked confidently.

“your home where you will be safe and where I feel safe with you.” His palm rested on your cheek and you closed your eyes and inhaled.

He tugged a strand of hairs behind your ear, scanning your every little twitch of your facial expression. You are really his dream girl and his safe place. Even if this cruel and harsh world is incomparable to your innocence, he always makes sure to keep you safe with him. He never realized that he could love someone after Sana but something in you pulled him and can’t help but he fell in love with you.

Is it love?

“What's love?”

“Are you asking me?” hearing his question, you parted your eyelids and nodded.

You smiled and held his wrist with both of your hands, “you said I asked about it to Hyuck then you tell me. Now, I’m asking you.”

“To me…Love is you. But I can’t explain. I want to show you. To show how different you make me see things and feel them.”

You chuckled, “you suck at explaining.”

“The possibility to show my explanation in action is gonna be better for you.” He laughed and his fingers caressed your face.

“mark…”you whispered his name, making him nod and urging you to speak more. “I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. Just trust me.”

“I will. Always.”

He licked his lips before asking slowly, “Can I be your boyfriend?”

As soon as you nodded, he engulfed you in a hug and kissed your head, smiling and nuzzling his nose into your hair. His one hand holding the back of your head and the other caressing your back. Your arms wrapped around his body tightly and pressing your head against his chest.

The thing you didn’t notice was that a boy was standing in the distance behind you, watching you two for a while. His tight fist and clenched jaw, anger bubbling inside him and hot tears running down his cheeks, as if he wanted revenge for something or maybe he wanted something which was slipping from his hand.

Mark caught the gaze of the boy who was glaring at him and as the boy was about to take a step ahead towards both of you, Mark asked you without breaking eye contact with the boy, “Am I late, y/n?”

“No.”

The boy halted in his steps, a tear fell from his eyes. 

A Tear of losing.

Mark smirked and kissed your head, hovering his lips a little longer. When he felt you pulling back, he averted his eyes from him to you and smiled affectionately.

The sweetest smile you have seen.

“Let's go home.”

He nodded and kissed your forehead. He intertwined his fingers with yours and turned around to walk towards the bike. You asked for your phone from the pocket and convinced Mark to click a picture of your hands holding each other but somehow the phone fell from your grasp. You bent down to pick it up and glanced towards the other way and could see a boy walking away in the darkness of the lonely road.

The familiar back. The way he was walking and your favorite flower in his hand. A certain person came across your mind and you felt a tug in your heart. Is that him?

“Haechan…” you whispered to yourself.

Tears were helplessly running down his cheeks while walking away and he clutched the flower tightly, “I am late, y/n.”

“I couldn’t save you from the danger you stepped in.”

[Anyways he is MY MAN 🎀] both Hyuck and Mark😉

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