[9:32 Pm]

[9:32 pm]

you jump into best friend!mark’s arms as soon as he opens his door, burying your face in his navy blue sweater and struggling not to instantly burst into tears.

“whoa there,” mark says softly, immediately noticing your downcast mood, “what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice heavy with worry as he places one hand on your waist and runs the other gently through your hair. it’s a habit of his that he knows calms you in the same way that a hand on his arm or thigh calms him.

you mumble something incoherent into his chest, not looking up. you’re sure you’ll cry if you look up to meet his beautiful eyes and see them drip with concern. 

“let’s go to my room,” mark almost mumbles as he wraps an arm around you and practically buries you in his side, hiding you from his members in the living room so that you don’t have to greet them without being rude. you hear the muffled sound of the tv, and assume that they’re too busy to notice. 

you sit down on mark’s dark green bed. he sits down besides you. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he says, genuinely concerned. there aren’t many things that can bother you this much.

“i-i,” your lip trembles. “i got my semester report back. it’s definitely not what i expected.”

mark’s eyes soften. he knows how much your grades mean to you and how diligently you work for them. 

you start to sob. “i really don’t know what to do, mark. i honestly think i deserve to lose my scholarship, by this point.” your vision is blurry as you hiccup, trying to stop the tears from your eyes. “i-i really worked so hard this term, and my individual grades were even better than last term - i thought i’d get the scores i wanted,” you choke on a sob. “i just feel so useless.”

mark hugs you as you cry into his shoulder, patting your back. “it’s okay,” he murmurs. “you did work so hard - i know how much effort you put into your studying,” he says softly, “you have other semesters left to make up, and they’re not going to take away your scholarship.”

you continue to sob, shaking as you choke on your words. “i-i really need these grades,” your lip quivers again, “but i’m realizing that i can’t - i can’t really do it by this point.”

“no,” mark says firmly, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. “you can. you’re gonna make everything possible - i promise.”

you believe him more than you believe yourself. maybe it’s because mark’s always ensured every single one of his promises came true, whether it be that he’d buy you ice cream on the way back home or that he’d get his first win before his debut season ended; maybe it’s because mark’s the most hardworking person you know, not complaining even once as he was constantly forced to work with two hours of sleep per day for weeks on end; or maybe it’s because right now, mark’s eyes are telling you a thousand things that words couldn’t ever convey.

you sob as you bury your head back into mark’s shoulder. “i love you,” you murmur, and mark can feel the small vibrations from your voice through his hoodie. “you’re the best friend i could ever wish for.”

mark smiles, and hope you don’t hear the bittersweet tinge to his voice as he mumbles, “i love you,” just loud enough so that you can hear it. mark will be here for you whenever you need him - he's always waiting for you to just bury yourself into his chest and cry for as long as you need to.

did you delete your johnny fic? :( i liked it

aww thank you so much! i’m assuming you mean my 13k word one that i’ve been whining about losing haha. i don’t know if you scrolled through my blog already, but tumblr suddenly deleted it and i don’t have any way to recover it. i have broad bullet points on it, though, so i might re-write it later. thanks for asking again! it means so much to me that you remembered it.

beach day // mark lee

mark’s always been strong - the dreamies even confirmed on camera multiple times that he’s by far the strongest of them. you hadn’t expected him to be this strong, though.

“mark!” you squeal as he laughs, running on the beach with you thrown over his shoulder. you and haechan had dragged mark over to the ocean a few moments ago, and had pushed him in the freezing water. mark hadn’t protested much as you dragged him - besides warning the two of you that if you actually pushed him in, you’d both be in the water in no time, as well. haechan knew that mark could actually lift and throw both of you in, so the traitor had dashed away as soon as you pushed mark into the water headfirst. unlike haechan, you were laughing and didn’t have enough time to run before mark caught up with you and threw you over his shoulder.

you hadn’t known mark was strong enough to do that. you smack his back, thrashing and laughing as he tickles you to make you stop. “nooo! mark, the water’s cold!” you yell in protest, clinging onto the back of his shirt.

“oh, so you pushed me in even though you knew?” mark teases, his feet at the brim of the water.

“sorry,” you quickly apologize, a large grin on your face. “sorry!” you squeal again as he pretends to start to run into the water. “mark! i’ll help you get haechan, please?” you beg, and you’d give him your best puppy eyes if you weren’t folded across his shoulder, facing his back.

mark almost pauses. “... i know you’re gonna help me get haechan anyway,” mark grins, knowing you’d want to get your revenge on the boy who ran away without you. “here we go!”

you shout and cling onto mark’s shirt uselessly as he runs into the freezing ocean, gasping as the cold water laps over your feet and calves. mark is chest-deep in the freezing water, and you yell as he takes a deep breath and ruthlessly throws you in.

after a few seconds, you appear at the surface of the water, neck-deep and teeth chattering from the cold. “you’re heartless,” you glare playfully at the taller boy.

“you’re the one who pushed me in first,” mark lets out that endearing laugh you love to hear. “here, want to hug me? i’m warm.” he holds out his arms with a joking smile.

you hesitate for a moment before thinking, screw it, and wading into his arms. mark’s definitely warmer than you are, and it feels nice to have someone else’s body heat help you adjust to the freezing water temperature.

mark freezes for a moment. “o-oh, i didn’t actually expect you to, like,” he scratches his head nervously. “um, yeah.” he can’t seem to make eye contact with you, and his cheeks redden slowly.

you giggle at his flustered expression. “you just got even warmer,” you joke, “can i use your cheeks as hand warmers?”

mark laughs at your joke, and practically lifts you off your feet - making you squeak in surprise - to hold you bridal style in the water. mark starts to walk. “let’s go find haechan,” he says with a mischievous grin. just as he ends his sentence, a wave comes, and you almost swallow salt water from your low elevation. mark notices. “hey, put your arms around my neck.”

“i-it’s okay. i can walk, you know,” you say timidly. it seems that you’re the one who’s flustered, now, your cheeks heating up. “you can let me down.”

“you’re the one who hugged me first,” mark says, and uses the hand supporting you on your back to tickle your ribs. you squirm from his grip in laughter.

“mark! stop!” you giggle, burying your head in his chest as you squirm to avoid his hands and to stay above the water, your pre-existing back support now gone.

“i’ll stop if you put your arms around my neck,” mark laughs, and you immediately throw your arms around his neck to make him stop. he grins. “that wasn’t that hard, was it?”

was mark always this smooth? you’re suddenly very conscious of how close your faces are. you can feel mark’s breath on your arms - you can almost smell the coffee he’d had minutes before. his neck is warm from the hot sun and wet from the water, and his long eyelashes flutter as your eyes meet. what you thought were his dimples are actually a masculine lack of cheek fat, dipping beautifully from his high cheekbones.

you’re tempted to press your lips to his cheek, and you’re suppressing the urge to do so when mark lands a swift peck on your own cheek.

both of you are immediately flustered.

“i, um,” mark says, “i don’t know why i did, um, that,” he stammers as he looks down, his cheeks flaming. “i, um, you just- you looked so pretty and i really like you and i f-forgot to stop myse-” mark freezes, his eyes widening in realization at what he just said. “oh shit. i’m sorry, (y/n). i understand if you’re offended and um, i just... i’m sorry.” he bites his lip anxiously. “i-i know you don’t like me back and i’d be happy to just be friends if you’re okay with-”

you shut him up with a kiss to his lips, practically beaming. “i like you,” you tell him, your arms tightening around his neck. “i like you, mark lee.” you feel like the happiest girl in the world.

“shit, really?” mark says, his head whipping up and his beautiful dark brown eyes meeting yours. “like, really? you like me back?” you can’t believe he doesn’t believe you - how could you not like mark?

“really, mark,” you giggle, pressing another kiss to his flaming cheek because his endearing shocked expression is so adorable. “i would never - i could never - lie about that.” you can see yourself in mark’s round irises, and you almost gape at how lovestruck you look - how lovestruck you are. 

a big smile spreads on his face. “oh shit, i’m so in love with you,” he says, kissing your cheek, and pulls you closer to him in happiness. “wow.”

“let’s go, lovebirds!” haechan’s teasing shout snaps the both of you from your daze. haechan is on the beach with jeno and jaemin, with all your things packed. it’s probably time to head back.

“we’ll be there soon!” mark yells happily, and you squeal as he starts treading through the water quickly. you expect him to let you down once you reach shore, but mark carries you bridal-style all the way to the rest of your friends.

“mark!” you say, playfully smacking the back of his neck and burying your face in his chest. “let me down! this is embarrassing!”

mark giggles, but doesn’t let you down even as he greets the rest of the dreamies. you groan, accepting your fate of embarrassment as you relax into mark’s chest. your cheeks are flaming and you bury your head in his chest, not being able to look jeno, jaemin, and haechan in the eye while being carried bridal-style by mark.

jaemin sighs as he hands haechan a twenty. haechan pats mark on the back in thanks, and you and mark exchange confused looks. mark shrugs. i don’t know, he mouths.

jaemin rolls his eyes. “really, you two couldn’t wait to confess until we got back to the dorm?”

[12:01 am]

“what if you were an alien?” you murmur into boyfriend!jeno’s chest. the two of you are lying in bed together after a horror movie marathon, his dark grey blanket pulled over the both of you. you’re wearing his large green t-shirt that falls to your mid-thigh and shorts, and snuggle up to him because you feel cold and a bit scared. he notices and lifts his arm to wrap it around your waist comfortably.

you look up into his face - his eyes are closed and he looks peaceful; maybe he’s about to fall asleep by this point. “that might explain why you’re so handsome,” you murmur quietly.

the corners of jeno’s lips lift up lovingly. he finds your midnight thoughts endearing, and the arm around your waist shifts so that his hand runs through your hair. “go to sleep, sweetie.”

you relax, sighing contentedly into his chest. “... i really think you might be an alien sometimes.”

jeno chuckles lazily. “why?” he says, his eyes opening slightly as his hands repeatedly caress your hair.

“i don’t know,” you murmur, your eyes drooping closed with sleepiness. “maybe because you’re so perfect.” you let out a small, quiet yawn. “i love you,” you mumble, your hands on his chest relaxing as you fall asleep.

jeno can feel you relax as you sleep, and closes his eyes as your soft breaths seem to whisper in the dark room. “i love you more,” he mumbles back, and kisses your head as he falls asleep.

thank you so much for 200!

whoa. i’m so grateful for every single person, thank you! 

i promise i’m working on a longer au right now and that’s why i’ve been inactive 🥺 but please always feel free to send requests and i want to interact more with you guys 🥺 tell me about your day! thank you again :)

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[9:14 AM]

church boy!mark entwines his fingers with yours as you hold hands in prayer, silently praying you won’t feel his heart thumping through his fingers.