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Paper Scribbles | Mark Lee
summary: the one mail that made him wish he did things differently | childhood bestfriends!au + idol!Mark
genre: fluff; angst
warnings: swearing
word count: 6K
“Mark! You’ve got mail."
It was already past midnight when they arrived at the dorm. After working the whole day on the choreography for the comeback, the only thing the boys wanted was to go to bed and sleep for as long as they could. Mark especially. He had been drained out of energy for being involved in so many activities, differents unities, choreographies, composing… He felt like his days had less hours than his members’ so everything else than work, at that moment could wait.
"Just leave it over the table. I’ll take a look tomorrow.” He mumbled rubbing his eyes as walked to his bedroom.
“I think you should take a look. It’s from Canada."
He stopped as soon as he heard his home country. It wasn’t unusual for him to receive mail from his parents, but they would always tell him they were sending something. He frowned trying to remember if his mother had said something and was almost sure she didn’t, but he still turned around walking back to Taeyong letting his curiosity take over him.
"Thanks, hyung."
"Don’t take too long, Markie."
Mark nodded taking the brown envelope from his hands before the older walked away. Plopping down on the couch, he twirled it around searching for the sender’s address. He didn’t have a clue where that was, it was definitely from Canada, but the place written on the paper didn’t ring any bells from who it could be.
Until he found your name.
He widened his eyes and held his breath as he read the name printed on the paper a few more times checking if he wasn’t just imagining. It had been years since he last heard of you. And seeing your name written by a handwriting that wasn’t his was making his heart do things that he didn’t know it could do again.
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Warnings: SMUT, insecurities but mark just needs a lil reassurance abt how good he makes you feel, finger fucking/sucking, he cums in his pants, fluff bc yall r in love love <3
Mark knows he’s being irrational about this whole ordeal. One conversation shouldn’t be getting under his skin like it is, but this one thing seems to be knocking at the forefront of his brain, throwing him out of focus as of late.
So what, you masturbate. It’s normal, he’s not there all the time, of course you do. He does too, but he also becomes outrageously horny everytime he so much as thinks about your skin or the way you kiss him. And it’s safe to say he thinks about you alot. Alot alot.
“It’s different, though? I’m a guy, we jerk off an outrageous amount,” he argues, furrowing his eyebrows as you stare up at his pacing form from the bed, grinning. He’s cute when he’s flustered.
“And girls just…aren’t supposed to get horny without the help of a guy?” You inquire.
He stops pacing at this, slumping his shoulders. “that’s not what I mean, I just-” he sighs, plopping himself next to you on the edge of the bed. He chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before shaking his head.
“Nevermind, I’m just tired.” He runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, looking at you apologetically with his big doe eyes.
You’re still amused, giggling as you reach over to cup his rosy hued cheeks, pulling him to your mouth for a kiss.
“A little toy could never replace you, my love.”
You’d reassured him that night by wrapping your lips around his dick, and he was too lost in the belly aching anticipation and bliss of it all, to really pay attention to what it was you’d just said.
A little toy.
He hasn’t stopped thinking about it. It’s both slightly irritating, while also being the new source of his sexual frustration when he’s supposed to be practicing. He thinks it may be more irritating than the ladder though, because as much as he hates to admit it, he is a jealous creature.
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JJH | “paubaya”
PAUBAYA (n.): to entrust something to someone; to give something or someone away.
❝Ako yung nauna, I was your first, Pero siya ang wakas. But they will be your last.❞
PAIRING/CHARACTERS | non-idol!jaehyun x pedia!reader
GENRE/CATEGORY | angst, marriage!au, non-idol!au, songfic
WORD COUNT | 4.2k [~15 mins]
CONTENT WARNINGS | mentions injections/vaccinations, mentions death/minor character death, mentions pregnancy, profanity, jaehyun didn’t know he had a kid
GELA SAYS | first and foremost, thank u so much @hwangful for sending me this amazing & sad prompt! idk if i’ve reached ur expectations bc tbh, i feel like i’ve rushed this- :/ but!! i hope you’ll like it
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Back in college, you hated Jeong Jaehyun.
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The Best Boyfriend Ever (LMH)
angst, mark x female reader, mentions of Johnny
1.7k words
"Baby, look I'm sorry." Mark said and you just sighed and walked away. You removed your makeup and took the dress off, tears were streaming down your eyes but that didn't matter to you right now.
You entered the shower and let the warm water embrace you just like any other day. "I'm so sorry, I should've remembered, I'm at fault. Please forgive me, baby. I swear I won't-" You opened the shower door with a towel wrapped around your figure and walked towards the mirror, your hands reached for your face serum and your boyfriend just watched you as you did your skin care routine. He went absolutely silent as soon as he saw your face. He knew you were mad at him and the less he spoke the better it would be for him.
Because he knew he was at fault, and for him at the moment there was nothing he could possibly do to fix it. He just waddled behind you like a lost puppy when you were clearing up the set up you had done, for your anniversary date. He helped you and you didn't speak at all, keeping your mouth shut and handing him all the things to clear it up.
You had been waiting for your anniversary date for a long time, you had also decided to throw a small get-together the next day, because you wanted to celebrate. You were looking forward to your anniversary date because it had been almost a year since Mark and you had a date.
Ever since the both of you moved in together, going on dates almost became a task for the both of you, because you knew that you'd end up in the same bed anyways, so you had never pressurised yourself or Mark to go on a date but with your anniversary approaching you had hoped things would be different for once.
When you had called Mark at 6 in the evening, to tell him that you were ready for the date, he hadn't picked up, as the clock kept ticking you found your excitement slowly turning into anger and then you noticed that before you knew it, you were sad again. You glanced at the clock, only to find out that it was 10 already, you were just about to get up when your boyfriend merrily walked in with a crate of beers, you sighed and gave up.
It was when his eyes fell upon the dinner table that he had realised his mistake. A string of apologies rushed up to him and you couldn't help but ignore him. Today was the first time you did not feel the need to ask him where he had been, or even listen to his explanation for his forgetfulness. You just felt like you needed a break from him and he probably needed one too.
You decided to talk to him about it after the get together, but then you realised there was no point of having a get together anyways. That is when you remembered what Mark had first said when you proposed the idea of it, "Baby, it's not like a huge occasion, we can just go on a date or something!" You had retaliated with the fact that Mark hadn't seen many people in your friends circle in a long time due to his busy work schedule. You somehow had managed to convince him but it wouldn't happen after all.
The next morning when Mark had woken up he looked to his side, only to find it empty, he sighed and walked towards the kitchen, another sigh left his lips when you pulled away from him when he tried to hold you. He was at fault, and these small punishments were well deserved.
"Johnny hyung said he's got the balloons and then-"
"I cancelled all of it." You said and walked away, Mark was disappointed in himself but he couldn't possibly order you around at this point. His eyes fell on the beer crate which had been sitting on the coffee table since last night.
He walked into his closet and pulled out the necklace he had bought for you months ago. He placed it on your workspace and watched as you didn't even look in his direction. He trudged back and sat on the couch, "I was thinking we should renovate, don't you think, baby?" Mark tried sounding enthusiastic but failed when he couldn't get a reply out of you.
"I love you, you know that right?" Mark mumbled and your heart tugged at it's strings, your urge to look at him grew. The urge to shake him and ask him why he had left you alone again, on a day you needed him ate at you, but you didn't want any of it right now. You wanted him to be the one to hold you first, and say that he will do anything he possibly can to make up. You didn't want him to apologize, you just wanted him to realise the mistake he kept making in a recurring manner.
You watched him walk out of the house with tears in his eyes and you couldn't help but break down either, you needed him, but not for just yourself. You wished that sometimes he would take initiative too, but he clearly lacked in those areas, so the least he could do was keep his promises, but he was failing at that too. Deep inside you felt bad for him, but you couldn't help yourself either.
In the evening Mark placed another gift beside the pendant box which was left untouched. He slipped the letter he had written to you in between the silk boxes. He was alone at home, for the first time since he started living with you, he was alone at home. The silence in the house was deep and exhausting. It made him feel flushed and insecure, and he felt like he needed to run away.
But there was nowhere he could run to, because this was his house. He sat and waited for you till late in the night, he was wide awake and he just sat there, thinking about all the events that took place yesterday. He thought about why he had forgotten that you were waiting for him at home, it was because everyone had forced him to have dinner with them after dance practice, his eyes fell to his feet as he remembered that he had walked away as soon as he possibly could but when he walked into his house, the scenario was entirely different. You were sitting exactly where he was sitting, you were probably enraged, afterall the dinner you had prepared was a lavish one to say the least. He thought about how you must've felt when you sat in the same place, everyday, waiting for him to come home. He realised that you probably felt the same way he felt right now.
He felt empty and he didn't like the feeling of it. He wanted you to be home as soon as possible so that he could hug you and kiss you to sleep. But he couldn't do any of those things right now, because of the many many mistakes he had made. He thought he didn't deserve to touch you and the guilt inside him just grew deeper every time he saw you. He had realised how hard it must've been to love someone like him, someone who's always busy, someone who always pushed his relationship aside for other things and his heart sank.
He wasn't like this before, he was the best boyfriend and you had even said it multiple times when you had kissed him on the cheek as the both of you stared at the night sky together. When the door clicked open he saw you, and he couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him all over again. He just watched you walk away from him to get to your room, but he didn't want it to be that way, so he held your arm and pulled you back in the hallways.
You looked back at him and took some steps back. "I love you, I will make it up to you, I promise." Mark said and you watched as his grip loosened on your arm and tears escaped his eyes, he still looked up at you with a smile, "I understand if you don't need me anymore, I am a very pathetic person. I never thought about how you felt each time I canceled on you, I never thought about how the walls in this house are so high and silent if someone is alone." He rambled and you walked closer to him you pulled the taller man in and leaned against the wall.
His head landed on your shoulder and you felt your shoulder getting wet. You patted his head and listened to him cry like a young kid who needed to be soothed. He mumbled many things when he was crying on your shoulder and you couldn't help but pull away from him and try to listen. It was almost as if he had dumped himself on you. So when you pulled away your hands were tucked under his face which squished his cheeks and you couldn't help but giggle at the sight. His nose was red and his cheeks were flushed. He looked beautiful even after crying.
"I miss the sound of your voice, please say something." He said in a muffled voice and you just sighed at your boyfriend who looked rather adorable after crying his eyes out. "I hate you." You said and watched as more tears slipped from his eyes, "Will you break up with me?"
"No! Of course not you idiot. I love you so much that I hate you as much too. I hate you for not being there and yeah this house is pretty huge if you're alone, that's why we live in it together, don't you think?" A smile took over Mark's tear stained face. "Yeah, we live in it together. I won't leave you alone, I promise."
"Mark, you're not pathetic. You're the best boyfriend ever." You said to the man who was cuddled up to you like a five year old. A wide smile took over his features when you complimented him. "Say it again."
"You're the best boyfriend ever!"
"Again."
"You're the best boyfriend ever."
"Again."
"Mark no. That's enough!"
"Again!"
"Fine! You're the best boyfriend ever." You sighed at him and he just smiled brightly and nuzzled into your arm. "That feels good."
"Let's go on a date tomorrow. You should dress up."
"Where are we going?"
"Secret."
"This is why I said you're the best boyfriend ever."
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Seasons | Mark Lee
summary: seasons may change, winter to spring, but i love you. words: 7.9k category: royalty au, fluff, angst, jealous!mark, soft!mark, mark is A Mess a/n: good thing i never run out prince aus lol
The thing about palaces was that you never thought you’d live in one.
Thanks to the worst dragon attack your village had ever received, you had been on your own since you were six. And struggling to make ends meet by mending clothes at your local market wasn’t the easiest life to live. You were living in rural poverty with other kids whose parents couldn’t support them any more, or whose parents were gone completely.
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3:35 PM
"Mark," you quietly moan your boyfriends name, gripping his hair as he guides you through another orgasm. He pulls back from your swollen clit, his mouth glistening with your cum.
"I love the way you taste," he said going back down and licking a stride up from your entrance to your clit. "Can you take one more?"
He stands to his feet, pulling off his hoodie and basketball shorts. His cock hits his abdomen, tip red with pre-cum sitting on top of it. He opens the draw to his nightstand pulling out a condom. He tears it open and throws the wrapper into the bin. But before he could roll the condom on, you wrap your hands around his cock, giving him a few good pumps.
He groans closing his eyes as your hands worked wonders on him. He loves your hands, they're so soft compared to his. You stop, taking the condom from his hand and rolling it down his cock yourself. You lean back on your elbows, spreading your legs once again, just ready for him to take you.
He aligns himself to your entrance, sliding in with ease. He wastes no time and starts thrusting rapidly into you. The sounds of low groaning and skin slapping fill the room instantly.
"Christ, babe, you never fail to make me feel so good," he moans leaning over you to capture your lips in a messy kiss. You moan in the kiss, bucking your hips up when he hits the right spot.
His hands find the top of your strapless shirt. You didn't bother taking it off earlier. He pulls the material down, exposing your breast. He gawks at the sight of your breast jiggling before wrapping his mouth around your nipple. You moan loudly throwing your head back into his mattress. Your hands grab his plump ass, squeezing and pinching it just like he does yours when you ride him.
He releases your nipple with a pop and goes to do the same with the other.
"Oh, my god, I wish we could both just quit our jobs and fuck each other forever - oh fuck!" You moan. Mark moans around your nipple before releasing it. "Fuck, I love would love that - shit, baby," he groaned in the crock of your neck. "Just you and me in a never ending cycle of constant euphoria."
You moan at his words, feeling your orgasm about to wash over you. Mark curses feeling your walls clenching around him, his own orgasm close as well.
"M' gonna cum," he moans leaning back up and grabbing the back of your thighs, pushing them forward and watching his cock drill inside of you. "God-fuck," you curse at the bliss sensation. You reach down vigorously rubbing your clit.
Mark cums, curses and moans of you name spilling from his mouth as he emptied himself inside the condom. You cum shortly after him. Mark drops your legs replacing your hand with his own, rubbing up and down your clit furiously. The other wraps around your neck, pulling you into another kiss. You moan into the kiss, and Mark takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth.
He rides out both of your highs. Sliding out of you and pulling away from the kiss to breathe. He takes the condom off and throws it in the bin. He rubs your thighs, watching your cum ooze out of you slowly. He goes to fetch a wash cloth from the bathroom, coming back and cleaning you up gently, trying to dodge your overstimulated clit, and throwing the cloth into the hamper when he's done.
He lies down beside you, pulling your tired figure into his embrace. "I love you," he whispered into your ear. Even though you were too tired to respond, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it three times.
Mark smiles when he hears your light snores. Kissing your shoulder, he snuggles into you and falls into a deep slumber himself with only you on his mind.
[9:27pm]
↬ mark lee x reader ↬1.1k words ↬ genre: smut (mentions of sex), fluff ↬your first time with your boyfriend doesn’t go exactly as planned
“I don’t know what to do,” he whines, awkwardly staring into your pleading eyes.
“well neither do i!” you shout, sinking yourself further into mark’s bed, hoping you’d somehow slip deeply into his navy blue spider-man sheets and fall into another dimension so you could escape this awkward situation and forget it ever happened.
unfortunately, you know that won’t ever happen, because you’re stuck in real life and not a cheesy disney movie you used to watch religiously as a kid. you’re here, with mark, sitting ever so close to one another yet feeling so far away, simply because you were so invested in one another and ripped away each other’s clothing too fast before you could even think, forgetting the fact that you’re both inexperienced virgins.
the most you’ve ever done was heavily make out.
it’s not as if you don’t want to have sex with him, it’s just that neither of you know what to do- resulting in confusion and embarrassment to take over the rush of lust you just had. and you’re enjoying your relationship with mark with or without sex- you’re just ecstatic to be in his presense. you both just got a little too carried away, forgetting that you’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before with each other, let alone other people.
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HURT ☆ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ mark lee | fluff < 0.5k words
"sometimes, i hate it when you get called baby more often."
he reaches for the diaper, tearing the paper from the sticky taping on the edges. he bites his lip as he hears a gentle gurgle, desperate to stop himself from kissing the little face in front of his eyes for the 100th time of the day.
"i didn't think it should matter, considering you're actually one and i'm not." he continues smoothing the edges along the soft, supple skin- his fingers carefully trailing across the little one's bottom. mark tugs out the tiny fist from her toothless mouth, bringing it to his own lips instead for a quick peck.
"but like, it hurts you know? i really liked being called baby, but now it sounds weird." he laughs under his breath, and his daughter lets out a mix of a giggle and an excited splutter; sending flecks of spit all over her face. mark widens his eyes as he stares at his child, already overthinking about why she gave a cough.
"yo... you okay?"
she stared back blinking, her fingers returning in her mouth once again.
"damn," he murmurs as he picks the fragile figure in his arms, caressing the bubbly froth from her features slowly with his thumb. "i'll let you have my petname if you stop sucking your hand, alright?" he pulls her chubby fist away from her mouth once more, peppering her tiny face with soft kisses for the 101th time today.
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PAIRING : mark lee X (mentions of) gn!reader | AU : parent, established relationship | TW : —
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A/N : hello! just a lil reminder that i'd really like some feedback on the blurb, be it in the tags if you wish to reblog or in the comment section. thank you for reading, have a wonderful day! ♡
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍
PAIRING: dad! mark lee x fem reader
GENRE: fluff, comfort, humor, angst, parent au, established relationship! au, slice of life! au
WC: 1.2k
NOTES: mentions of pregnancy, babies, children?
↳ “Did you just dude your husband?”
Mark buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling your scent for the last time.
A month.
One whole month.
“Don’t be so dramatic, dude,” you murmur. “We can always FaceTime, plus I’ll be back before you know it.”
He recoils dramatically. “Did you just dude your husband?”
You roll your eyes, ignoring mark and taking your two year old son in your arms, peppering kisses all over his face.
“I love you, baby. Take care of daddy for me, okay?”
Your son nods dutifully, although in two seconds, he gets distracted with the toy in his hand- which comes as no surprise to you. He was still a toddler with an attention span of 2 seconds that had no clue what was going on, after all.
Meanwhile, your husband fake pouts. “None for me?”
“Only if you promise to keep our son alive and not burn the house down.”
“I promise.”
Huffing, you press a kiss to his cheek, but mark grips your forearms, keeping you close to him.
“Be safe,” he whispers. “Don’t overwork yourself or stress too much- alright?”
“Alright, markie.” You smile, hugging your boys for the last time.
“I’ll see you in a month. I love you both so much.“
Mark watches you leave towards the airport gate for your one month work trip with a forlorn expression, even though he tries to keep a smile on for the sake of his son.
He whimpers, and mark looks down, trying his best to seem confident and relaxed- even when he definitely wasn’t.
His grip on the boy’s shoulders tighten. “Mommy will be back soon, okay?”
❦
One month felt like an eternity, while also somehow breezing by in the blink of an eye.
Mark kneels down to his son, an upbeat expression on his face.
“Are you ready to see mommy again?”
His son nods and mark presses a kiss to his forehead, trying his hardest not to sigh. He checks the clock- any time now.
When the front door clicks, he jumps to his feet, alert.
His breath is taken away when the door opens and reveals you with what seemed like a thousand bags in hand and a bright smile adorning your face.
“I’m home!”
Your son squeals, running towards you and crashing into your legs. You quickly pick him up, squeezing him and spinning around in circles.
“I missed you so much, baby! Did you have fun with dad?”
The mention of his name causes mark to unfreeze, and he finally makes his way to you.
You beam, putting your son down and placing a hand on your hip. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” you tease.
He swallows before engulfing you in a tight hug. “No matter how many phone calls we did, it was never the same,” he breathes.
You smile.
“I missed you too, mark.”
The rest of the day is spent rejoicing the reunion of your family of three.
❦
After you put your son to sleep, you and mark both get ready for bed in your shared room, a comfortable silence filling the air.
You softly laugh.
Mark turns to you. “What is it?”
Shaking your head, you respond, “Nothing. It just feels weird being back home in our normal schedule again. I missed it.”
Your husband doesn’t respond, just leaning over and hugging your back, hiding his face in your neck.
“Did you have fun at home? Just you two boys?“
He shrugs.
You glance back, concerned. “Mark?”
“Sure, I guess,” he rasps.
You know your husband at heart by now, eyes carefully studying him. “Mark Lee. What is it?”
He finally lifts his head up, and your eyebrows raise at the upset look on his face.
“Baby?”
Mark sighs, unable to look you in the eye. “I just missed you a lot…”
Your hands come up to his back comfortingly as you wait and listen.
“To be honest, it was really hard to take care of him on my own. I don’t know how you do it while also working a full time job. I-it just really made me-”
He pauses, attempting to focus on the pattern of your hand softly running up and down his back.
“It’s okay,” you soothe.
He blinks the tears away, although a few still escape down his cheek.
“I just love you a lot, okay? I don’t know what I would I do without you since I could barely survive on my own for a month. I’m so grateful that you exist- that I get to experience life with you. And…”
“I guess I realized you really mean the world to me.”
He finally looks at you and sees you pouting, bearing a questionably strong resemblance to an upset puppy.
“Mark…. why are you being so sappy?” You whine, wrapping an arm around him tightly.
He attempts to stifle a cough, awkwardly glancing away again. “I appreciate you so much- I love our family so much. There’s no other place I’d rather be than with you two. No matter how hard it gets, I’ll always be here.”
You caress his cheek softly. “I know. I feel the same way.”
Mark closes his eyes, finally feeling at peace. He doesn’t notice the anxiety brewing inside of you- a war going on internally.
“Also,” you start out, biting your lip in anxiousness.
He grunts in response.
“You may or may not have another one to worry about.”
He frowns. “Another what?”
You shrug. “Human being- you know, in my stomach?”
“What?” He abruptly breaks away, staring at you incredulously. “What did you just say?”
“Surprise?” You smile sheepishly.
“Oh my god. Wait. Are you serious?” Mark gets up, a hand on his forehead as he paces excitedly back and forth across the room.
You cough. “I found out on my work trip, and I didn’t know how to tell you ever since.”
“Just so you know,” you add, “it was the worst trying to keep it a secret from everyone. You’re the first one I told- I give you my congrats.”
You grin, and mark engulfs you in another hug, but this time sitting down on the bed so he can wrap his arms around your stomach and place a soft peck while your hands automatically entangle into his hair. “I love you.”
“I lo-“
“Oh, and you too babe.”
You roll your eyes, tugging the slightest bit on his scalp.
After a moment of just enjoying each other’s embrace, you quietly speak up,
“But, to be honest…”
He presses another soft kiss to your stomach, humming, and you fight back a smile.
“I panicked.”
He shifts, holding you even closer. “That sounds like you.”
“I know, but like, so much. To the point where I even dropped the test in the toilet after I saw-“
You hear him snort, and you look down. Immediately when you make eye contact, you both burst into giggles, sharing delighted gazes.
It lasts for a few solid minutes, until after the laughter quiets down and Mark pulls you close, staring at you with the most lovesick gaze that your heart could almost combust -although what he says next is a close second.
“That’s my girl.”
a/n: kendnenddn this is the first parent au ive ever done uhh if i failed i apologize-
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it made me feel some type of way when the prince go all soft with y/n. i love this
If II ‣ Lee Jeno
‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, royal!au
‣ wc: 7.1k
‣ summary: How irritating would it be for one to not understand their own feelings?
Part 1
Dedicated to all those who requested a part 2! Hope it’s as good as the first.
“I missed you, Y/N.”
With the way the prince was looking at you and the seemingly sincere words that he let fall from his mouth, you found the beat of your heart go crazy. There was no denying that.
The silence grew louder as the seconds flew past. You were left with no idea how to reply to the prince. These were the first words he had said to you after your break. He didn’t even let you prepare for this.
“Your highness, I–“
“You don’t have to reply to that,” he gulped. Jeno almost slapped himself for stopping you. He didn’t know why he had done so, but a small part of him knew it was because he was afraid to hear what you were going to say. What if you replied in a way he didn’t want you to? Then that would be foolish of him to say such things, “Please, let me change.”
You bowed and quickly made your way to the door, glad that Jeno cut you off. The moment you shut his door, you let your body rest against it, letting out a huff of air that you didn’t know you were holding in. He missed me.
You had no idea how to feel about this. Chenle and Jisung did keep you up to date on the prince and his, what they assume are, feelings for you, but actually witnessing it yourself was different.
“Y/N?” Jeno called.
You squeezed your eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of that twinge in your chest before turning to open the door, “Yes, your highness.”
A sheepish smile appeared on Jeno’s face as he held up the tie in his hand shyly. This came as no surprise for you.
“Of course, your highness,” you retorted.
He handed you the tie and straightened his back for you to be able to properly tie it around his neck. You had to reach around his neck to get a hold of the other end of the tie. As you began to go over the typical steps that your mother taught you, Jeno couldn’t help but watch as a focused look started to grow on your face. With the close proximity between the two of you, you could feel his breath against your forehead.
Glancing up at the boy, your eyes locked with the Prince’s own eyes.
“Y/N?”
“Yes, Prince?”
Again, silence hung in the air like the drying laundry you had left in your backyard this morning. You both stood there, eyes flowing into each other.
“I–“ A knock at the door abruptly ended whatever he was bound to say, Chenle poking his head through the door’s crack.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but breakfast is ready and the Queen and King have been waiting.”
“We were just about to come down,” you say sharply. Ensuring that the tie was perfect, you stepped back and gave it a good look, “Chenle, you can come walk with us.”
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this is so good oh my god my hearttttt 😭🥰
If | Lee Jeno
‣ genre: fluff, some angst, enemies-to-lovers, royal!au
‣ wc: 6.1k — dialogue heavy
‣ summary: how irritating would it be for one to not understand their own feelings?
requested by @acutedefenestration
“Prince Jeno. You are to wake up and get ready for studies.” You shake his shoulder ever so slightly, knowing that if you shook it too much, you could be scolded.
His eyes slowly peeled open, eyes locked tiredly on you, “Did no one tell you? I’m. Sick.” The tone in his voice bewildered you, taking you aback. How can a person, barely awake, even manage to speak to another person like that? Where did he keep all that energy?
“I apologize, my prince, I was not informed.” Though you were offended by how he greeted you first thing in the morning, you knew you still had to keep composure.
“Well? Leave. I need to get my rest before my illness gets worse,” he ordered. Jeno muttered something under his breath before turning the other way under his sheets.
Tightening your jaw and gritting your teeth, you bowed and turned for the door, leaving the prince to rest. Your annual break was soon. You can handle a few more days.
For the past nine years, you’ve been at the Prince’s side, helping him out through all his activities or basically just when he needed you. The meeting between you both didn’t sit nicely as Prince Jeno didn’t want you as his servant. He already had his eye on your friend Jaehyun who had apparently made a good impression on him. Then there was you who really did not want to be assigned to Jeno as you wanted to serve the Princess, who you deemed much more interesting than the Prince. The king had revealed that it was better that way since you were both of the same age, but that was it. To you that was an invalid reason, or not enough to come off as reason, but since it was the King speaking, you obeyed his order and forced yourself to stick by Prince Jeno’s side.
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tulip | mark lee
copyright disclaimer: © dhoya 2021. please do not repost, copy, or translate any of my works.
part of the fiscafe scenario event.
26. when they tell them to leave
cast: mark x fem!protag
synopsis: They loved each other in autumn, surrounded by the brightest color of red. He turned blue in the winter while she faded into a darker shade of red. Together, they parted ways in the pink-colored path of spring—and in the summer, he was gone.
a.k.a In which Mark changes, but she stays the same.
genre: angst, coming of age, romance
wc: 20.5k
tw: swearing, death
a/n: hi based on the song of the same name by indigo la end. anyway enjoy <3 special shoutout to the ficscafe admins for giving me the phattest inspo dump. i don’t think this will be the only entry since there’s so much to visualize HHH. elements of my life have been strewn into this too so </3.
Beside a tall, slender mannequin by the windowsill was a singular tulip, completely shriveled up in a shade that once felt too familiar to her. If she could pick a color to fill her life, it would be the color red. From her studies of color theory, the color was in the primary category—the building blocks of all the other colors in a continuum that painted the universe. It served as a barrier between the visible and the invisible to the human eye. The sap of life was also dyed in a deep shade of red, oozing out the tip of her finger in an enlarging dot that strained her eyes. Using the nail on her thumb, she scarped the dollop of red that accumulated on her index finger, watching as it seeped into the slither of space between her nail and her skin.
It was bound to clot eventually. She ran out of plaster, and even if she didn’t, she couldn’t be bothered to wrap one around it.
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Requested: Dad!Mark x mom!reader
Drabble: “Apparently my shirts are now our shirts.”
Genre: bebe floof🍼
It finally arrived...the point in your pregnancy where you couldn’t wear any of your comfy clothes because baby bump would not allow it. Groaning you sank back into the mattress of your bed scanning the room for something, anything that could possibly fit you. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks...your husband’s clothes. Wobbling over to his drawer where his shirts and sweatpants lay was like discovering gold. He won’t mind sharing his clothes, you used to steal his shirts throughout dating and into marriage.
Now he’s contributing into making your pregnancy comfortable. And boy were they comfortable, they didn’t feel snug anywhere! Once Mark came back home from a long day in the studio the sight before him took him by surprise. It’s been awhile since he’s seen you in his clothes so he was not complaining.
“Did we go shopping in my drawers again?” You jumped at his voice right next to your ear as his hands ran over your growing belly. Gently kissing his cheek you turned in his arms to finally give him his welcome home kiss.
“I’m sorry, I literally cannot fit in any of my stuff as our child takes up too much room. I hope you don’t mind.” Mark chuckled against your lips before giving you another kiss.
“No not at all. I actually miss seeing you in these. So I’m glad they make you and baby comfortable. After all what’s mine is your’s.”
Well...that promise carried past your pregnancy. Once your son was welcomed into the world the shirts and sweats never came off. Soon they were being filled with spit up, food, the one time your son had a diaper explosion on Mark (hilarious by the way) the shirts became a crucial part in baby care. Especially now as you two gave your son his first bath! You thought you had all the necessities for said bath...till you realized a big item.
“Um babe...where’s his towel?” Your eyes widened as you frantically searched around the counter for a fluffy Winnie the Pooh towel somewhere. Panic struck you as Mark kept your son occupied and warm. You soon took off to the nursery hoping it was in there. Nope. Maybe in the hamper? Try again. You could not find it anywhere and then you saw your silver lining.
The white t-shirt.
Grabbing it as soon as you heard the cries of a probably freezing baby you raced back into the bathroom.
“Woah woah, wait! That’s my shirt!”
“Mark I’m desperate here, I can’t find the stupid towel anywhere and this was the next best thing!” Mark not wanting to further argue soon shut up once the cries of your son grew. So manning up he took the shirt and started wrapping the baby up, taking the sleeve and wiping the water from the baby’s face gently. Soon the cried subsided and you couldn’t help but melt at the sight. This is probably what Mary felt like when she needed to wrap Jesus. You get it now! But the sight in front of you: your favorite boy caring and admiring the boy that changed the both of your lives.
“I hope you like these shirts buddy. Apparently my shirts are now our shirts. Between you puking on it to now trying to keep you warm, they are entirely at your service.” You giggled before wrapping an arm around his waist. Mark turned to wink at you reassuring you he’s not mad. He couldn’t believe that this little human wrapped in his shirt is a product of you two. Someone you both can pour your love into. Someone that can make even the smallest things become significant as time goes on. Mark was just glad he got to do this with you. That when he looks at his shirts it all still reminds him of you and now your son.
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HURT ☆ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ mark lee | fluff < 0.5k words
"sometimes, i hate it when you get called baby more often."
he reaches for the diaper, tearing the paper from the sticky taping on the edges. he bites his lip as he hears a gentle gurgle, desperate to stop himself from kissing the little face in front of his eyes for the 100th time of the day.
"i didn't think it should matter, considering you're actually one and i'm not." he continues smoothing the edges along the soft, supple skin- his fingers carefully trailing across the little one's bottom. mark tugs out the tiny fist from her toothless mouth, bringing it to his own lips instead for a quick peck.
"but like, it hurts you know? i really liked being called baby, but now it sounds weird." he laughs under his breath, and his daughter lets out a mix of a giggle and an excited splutter; sending flecks of spit all over her face. mark widens his eyes as he stares at his child, already overthinking about why she gave a cough.
"yo... you okay?"
she stared back blinking, her fingers returning in her mouth once again.
"damn," he murmurs as he picks the fragile figure in his arms, caressing the bubbly froth from her features slowly with his thumb. "i'll let you have my petname if you stop sucking your hand, alright?" he pulls her chubby fist away from her mouth once more, peppering her tiny face with soft kisses for the 101th time today.
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PAIRING : mark lee X (mentions of) gn!reader | AU : parent, established relationship | TW : —
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Requested: Dad!Mark x mom!reader
Drabble: “Apparently my shirts are now our shirts.”
Genre: bebe floof🍼
It finally arrived...the point in your pregnancy where you couldn’t wear any of your comfy clothes because baby bump would not allow it. Groaning you sank back into the mattress of your bed scanning the room for something, anything that could possibly fit you. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks...your husband’s clothes. Wobbling over to his drawer where his shirts and sweatpants lay was like discovering gold. He won’t mind sharing his clothes, you used to steal his shirts throughout dating and into marriage.
Now he’s contributing into making your pregnancy comfortable. And boy were they comfortable, they didn’t feel snug anywhere! Once Mark came back home from a long day in the studio the sight before him took him by surprise. It’s been awhile since he’s seen you in his clothes so he was not complaining.
“Did we go shopping in my drawers again?” You jumped at his voice right next to your ear as his hands ran over your growing belly. Gently kissing his cheek you turned in his arms to finally give him his welcome home kiss.
“I’m sorry, I literally cannot fit in any of my stuff as our child takes up too much room. I hope you don’t mind.” Mark chuckled against your lips before giving you another kiss.
“No not at all. I actually miss seeing you in these. So I’m glad they make you and baby comfortable. After all what’s mine is your’s.”
Well...that promise carried past your pregnancy. Once your son was welcomed into the world the shirts and sweats never came off. Soon they were being filled with spit up, food, the one time your son had a diaper explosion on Mark (hilarious by the way) the shirts became a crucial part in baby care. Especially now as you two gave your son his first bath! You thought you had all the necessities for said bath...till you realized a big item.
“Um babe...where’s his towel?” Your eyes widened as you frantically searched around the counter for a fluffy Winnie the Pooh towel somewhere. Panic struck you as Mark kept your son occupied and warm. You soon took off to the nursery hoping it was in there. Nope. Maybe in the hamper? Try again. You could not find it anywhere and then you saw your silver lining.
The white t-shirt.
Grabbing it as soon as you heard the cries of a probably freezing baby you raced back into the bathroom.
“Woah woah, wait! That’s my shirt!”
“Mark I’m desperate here, I can’t find the stupid towel anywhere and this was the next best thing!” Mark not wanting to further argue soon shut up once the cries of your son grew. So manning up he took the shirt and started wrapping the baby up, taking the sleeve and wiping the water from the baby’s face gently. Soon the cried subsided and you couldn’t help but melt at the sight. This is probably what Mary felt like when she needed to wrap Jesus. You get it now! But the sight in front of you: your favorite boy caring and admiring the boy that changed the both of your lives.
“I hope you like these shirts buddy. Apparently my shirts are now our shirts. Between you puking on it to now trying to keep you warm, they are entirely at your service.” You giggled before wrapping an arm around his waist. Mark turned to wink at you reassuring you he’s not mad. He couldn’t believe that this little human wrapped in his shirt is a product of you two. Someone you both can pour your love into. Someone that can make even the smallest things become significant as time goes on. Mark was just glad he got to do this with you. That when he looks at his shirts it all still reminds him of you and now your son.
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Requested: Husband!Mark x wife!reader
Drabble: “We’re in love aren’t we?” & “Coffee’s good...but I like you better.”
Genre: marriage floooof💍(aka goals🥲)
Married life was very new and exciting for you two. It was still waking to up him next to you, knowing he doesn’t have to rush out in the morning. Or when you both come home from a long day to each other and not working around a schedule. Having a meal together in the morning, afternoon, and night. And that weight on your ring finger that reminds you everyday that you are married to the love of your life.
You were interrupted from your thoughts by a pair of arms wrapping around you and a pair of lips now leaving kisses on your shoulders. You giggled before turning around and facing Mark who is beaming like a kid on Christmas.
“Hi.” You bit giggled again, still trying to let it sink in that your married.
“Hi baby. Still can’t believe I get to wake up to this beautiful sight every morning.” You blushed before burying your burning face in your husband’s neck.
You both spent your morning like that for a few more minutes before your growling tummies ruined your sweet moment.
“Well I guess that’s my cue to go make coffee and food. You ready to get up, lazy bones.” Mark chuckled but still didn’t release you from his grasp.
“Coffee’s good...but I like you better.” How does he manage to make you shy even with years and years of being in a relationship behind you. Mark just cooed at your cuteness before you both got up and headed for your kitchen. Your kitchen, can you believe that?! More smiles, laughs, and kisses were shared as you both enjoyed your morning breakfast. Mark couldn’t let go of your hand through the whole morning just because he’s still in awe of the fact that you’re officially his and he’s officially your’s.
“We’re in love aren’t we? We’re really married, aren’t we.” You almost choked on your food from the very random but very Mark comment.
“Well, yes we are, honey. Otherwise who did I walk down the aisle to and who’s last name do I now have?” He laughed again before bringing your left hand up to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.
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— nct dream and their love language
— the 5 love languages :: words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, acts of service, and receiving gifts.
[ღ] WORDS OF AFFIRMATION — haechan, jisung
everybody has their own insecurities. and I feel like hyuck tries to overshadow his by trying to be humorous. so words of affirmation would really be a good way of showing your affection for him. stuff like "I'm proud of you"; "you are perfect just the way you are" or even just a simple "I love you."
coming to jisung, he's kind of shy and reserved. so I don't think he's the type to verbally say it, but he loves it when he's appreciated by you, it just brings him a sense of consolation and solace. or even the times when you're always here to hear what he has to say and ask him to tell you more about it.
[ღ] QUALITY TIME — mark
mark's one busy guy. and so, I feel like being able to spend time with his significant other would be his way of feeling loved. honestly almost more than half the dreamies fit this category. even stuff like cuddling with each other on a weekend while binging a movie on netflix would be more than enough for him. or maybe him playing the guitar for you, and you singing along, or just listening to him sing.
[ღ] PHYSICAL TOUCH — jaemin
as we've seen before, man loves his share of skinship lmao. when he's back from work, totally drained of energy, but when you hug him, you instantly make him feel better. or times like when he's cooking something special for the two of you, and you hug him from behind. he would just love that.
[ღ] RECEIVING GIFTS — renjun, jeno
when I talk about gifts, it's mostly like those special things you'd give them, on special occasions. they love the fact that you remembered those special moments or days. it makes them feel even more loved and appreciated. or even stuff like buying each other promise rings, and even matching accessories or clothes.
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5 times you’re mad at mark lee
very much inspired by a tiktok
summary; the 5 times mark made you mad!!!!
genre: comedy, fluff
w.c; 2k
warnings: mentions of killing but no death
a/n hi guys!!! this was in my drafts for monthsssss! and i’m currently on term break so i have a lot of free time so i decided to continue this!
this is not serious at all!! it’s just a joke because i saw a tiktok that did this!
Also i know this isn’t good TT it’s sooo rushed and the plot is barely there & im so sorry for that :(((((
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I HEARD REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND CAME RUNNING SADJNDJNDJ
long story short- you're one of my favorite nsfw nct writers here on this site sksksks. would you mind if i request mark lee with a breeding kink (if you're comfortable with it ofc!!) it can be as long as you want haha- thanks so much for reading! ^^
this has made my morning!!! ahhh, I cannot explain how much I freaked out just from getting this in my inbox!! thank you so much baby, and yes I shall be writing your story that you have requested :)
a/n: sorry if you don’t like this or if it isn’t the way you expected it to look like.
[10:37pm]
Yeah sure, you and Mark have talked about having kids in the future but you didn’t think he’d want kids now? “Do you know how g-gorgeous you’d look all pregnant with my baby fucked in you?” His thrusts were sharp and fast, you feel bad that his roommates have to hear this. “Gonna cum inside you until you’re full and stuffed like a teddy bear,” tonight is the third time that he’s rearranging your guts, once this morning, second during lunch, and now. “Just wanna keep fucking you until you’re pregnant- wanna suck on those swollen breasts when you’re pregnant with my baby,” he emphasized the word ‘my.’
“God I’m gonna fucking cum- fuck! Fuck! Fuck-“ a string of profanities poured out of his dirty mouth. His thrusts slowed down but they never stopped, he continued with a few shallow thrusts until he finally stopped and pulled out. “This shit better get you pregnant, I came in that tight pussy of yours three times now.” Mark panted and stood up from the bed while his cock softened up. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it and then bringing it over to you to wipe his cum off your thighs. “I- shit..” you were speechless, tired, amazed. The bathroom lights shut off, Mark comes back to bed and lays next to your used body.
“What if we went another round?” You whined and turned to your side, your back facing him. “I mean, it’s a better chance of getting you pregnant.” He giggled and then pulled your body closer. “I just want to have a mini you- or me,” he giggled and then laid wet kisses all over the back of your shoulder. “So another round?” He asked again, “I need my rest, we went three times today. Please, let me rest..” you whined and then felt the covers being pulled up to cover the both of your bodies. “Okay, okay,” he closed his eyes and before he knew it, he passed out.
- [9:26am]
Mark wakes up to you quietly snoring next to him, the birds are chirping, the sun is out. He sits up and climbs out of bed, grabbing his underwear and sweats from the floor and quickly throwing them on before heading downstairs to see if anyone as awake. “Ahh, there’s the future dad.” Haechan sarcastically clapped. “Shut it, hyuck.” He rolled his eyes and then yawned. “You guys have been fucking like rabbits, you wanna be a dad that bad?” Jaehyun asked pouring the milk in the bowl. “I mean, yeah. I want a mini us running around, I want you guys to be uncles,” and he meant what he said, he really does.
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Your hands mold into mine so effortlessly, your heat moving into my cold. Every bit of you seemed to welcome every inch of me and to be honest, I’m not complaining. I want to hide under a thick blanket with you, nose touching, breathing in each other's mouth and legs tangled comfortably.
This was the very first time I’ve ever cuddled with a boy. It felt so right; kind of like putting your playlist on shuffle and your favourite song comes on.
Mark’s heart was racing, to the point where I could hear and feel it vibrating against me. Was he nervous? I didn’t have the courage to ask. His arm wraps around me tighter, pulling me close enough to leave me breathless for a few seconds.
Then I feel his soft lips on my forehead...kissing the bad nightmares away.
I calmed myself before I snuggled closer into his chest.
His hands slowly moved down from my arm to my waist, encircling the exposed skin from my raised white shirt. I shut my eyes tighter, memorising the feeling of comfort in a human's hand.
He didn’t know I could feel everything he’s doing, I’m fast asleep in his head, in a state where he could be vulnerable and give me affection without being scared.
Mark is never affectionate when I’m awake, instead he settles for soft hugs and sometimes a single peck on the lip when he feels like it. He didn’t want to show a lot ‘cause he was scared that if he started, he won’t be able to stop.
He was scared of loving, of giving and not getting anything back, to be taken advantage of.
So while he learns and gets used to the way our fingers interlock effortlessly and the way I hug him a second longer every single day, I’ll wait in my sleep, secretly pushing his nightmares away.
happier
synopsis: in which mark was happier with you.
pairing: mark x reader (i attempted to write the mc as gender neutral, so lmk if there are any tips on how to be more considerate! i wanna be able to write as inclusively as possible heh)
genre/category: angst, exes!au
word count: 2.4k
a/n: i have an assignment due in like 20 minutes (so i did not get a chance to proofread!!) but i got distracted thinking about mark while listening to my 2017 simp playlist :D so here's a mini-fic (that was supposed to be a drabble) based on this song!
I saw you walk inside a bar.
When Mark looked up from the almost-empty bottle sitting in front of him, he didn’t expect to be greeted by the sight of you. Not only that, he wasn't expecting to see you entering the bar hand in hand with someone new.
You, not yet noticing your past lover's hunched figure, walk towards a set of empty bar stools, another man's arms wrapped around your waist like possessive belt. Mark began to stare then. He stared at what used to be his reason. What used to be the one who'd wake him up in the morning, who used to be his reason for coming home when the days were too long, yet somehow eventually bled into nights. He continued to stare at what had been his true source of happiness.
In his eyes, you still were. You were his only radiating source of light that made him feel warm. You were his comfort, like a warm blanket during a rainy day, or an iced tea when the weather was too hot to do anything else but lounge around the house with all fans on full blast.
He said something to make you laugh.
Mark noticed how the one that accompanied you looked at you with a small spark in his eyes as you cover your mouth in attempts to shield your erupting laughter. That was a cute habit of yours when you laughed, and he used to stare at you the same way; he was staring at you almost identically as he's sat across the bar at that moment. The only difference now was that Mark stopped being the reason for your bright smiles and warm laughter.
I noticed how both your smiles were twice as wide as ours.
The first encounter between the two of you would forever be engraved in the mind of Mark Lee.
He was walking around a lake during a camping trip with a few of his friends, mindlessly swinging his arms around to cool off. Mid swing, though, he made contact with something he later found out was your face. He apologized so many times that you had almost busted a lung laughing at the poor boy's terrified features.
Soon, Mark joined you, laughing in harmony because apparently being smacked in the face by someone was the funniest thing to the both of you. Mark proceeded to awkwardly ask for your contact information, hoping to make up for the mishap, and you complied because the man was so darn cute.
One meet-up (he never specified it as a date) turned into two, which turned into three, and soon, you were seeing each other everyday in a small cafe hidden within the corners of your shared campus.
The two of you attended the same university, but due to being in different departments, there was never really a chance to come across one another while running to your next classes, but this cafe was the one spot you two had in common.
The cafe meetings soon turned into cafe dates (he clarified this time that they were in fact, dates), and soon enough, you were both head over heels in love, moving in together as you approached your final years of college.
Mark and your's relationship wasn't perfect, but it was always so much fun. Mark was always able to make you laugh because of how awkward he was, and one time you to left him behind on a trip to the grocery store because he was so embarrassing, making stupid puns at the poor worker just trying to stock the shelves of the cereal aisle. That day, you bought a watermelon the size of both your heads combined to make up for leaving him behind.
Mark bitterly smiled at his recollection. That was one of the last times he and you were able to smile together.
You looked happier.
The last time Mark saw you, it was on a sunny, Saturday afternoon. You were on your way back from a trip to your local convenience store, bags of chips, a tub of ice cream, and boxes of candy spilling out of the watermelon themed reusable bag he had left behind after moving out. You were still wearing his hoodie, then. He left that behind for you too.
It made him smile, knowing that you kept it.
Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you.
You felt as though you couldn't breathe. When you entered Mark and your shared apartment, you sensed that something was wrong; that something was missing from your normally warm environment. Mark and you have been arguing more frequently recently, and the night before, it was the worst it had been in years.
Mark had been going out later into the night, sleeping on couches of friend's houses more than in his own bed. Your shared bed. You more often than not woke up to nothing, the radiating warmth missing from your side.
You'd had enough of it, and confronted the man when he walked into the apartment at 2 am. Words spewed from either side, along the lines of "I'm sick of this" and "What is there to be sick of?" Mark ended up sleeping on the couch that night while you cried yourself to sleep, clutching Mark's pillow and attempting to hold onto what used to be the warm, delightful love of your life.
The next day when you woke up, he was gone. He texted you saying he had to leave early for work and that you should go ahead and start your day without him, and you did. You began planning ways to talk things out, to fix things with Mark over a nice dinner.
You set your plan to action and made your way to the local market. When you returned home and stepped foot into the kitchen, though, your eyes landed on a small note placed right in the center of the dining table. Written on that note in Mark's sloppy handwriting were the words, "I'm sorry, but I need to clear my head."
You dropped the note and ran into your bedroom, only to see that Mark had taken almost half of his belongings from the cramped space, along with one of the suitcases the two of you placed behind the closet when you first moved in. He was gone.
But ain't nobody love you like I do.
He'd been gone for about 10 days when you receive a call from Donghyuck. The brown-haired boy informed you that Mark has been sleeping on his couch for over a week and would be stopping by within the next few days to take up all of his friend's belongings he'd left behind.
You hummed, almost numbly, and before hanging up, you mustered up the courage to ask Donghyuck if Mark was currently there with him. He hummed in response, and you mumbled a good before dropping the line completely, falling to your knees and sobbing until you no longer had tears to let fall.
You were broken, and it was all because of Mark, yet a piece of you continuously hoped and prayed that he was safe. That he was living in a proper home with a place to sleep, and that he wasn't too cold because he often got cold very easily.
Mark, on the other end of the line, was silently holding in his cries as his best friend hung up the phone, disconnecting him from his one true love. Mark never intended to hurt you the way that he did, but in his mind, because he loved you so much, too much, he had to let you go.
He was noticing how much he was holding you back, from job opportunities to your social life, he believed he was the reason. He was the reason you declined the job offer in the neighboring city because that meant you'd have to either move out or drag Mark with you, and you chose on neither and stayed. He was the reason you never left the house on weekends because only then was he ever home. He was the reason you had bags under your eyes, he soon realized.
You'd been staying up night after night, waiting for him to come home. You'd been crying because he would come home with bags darker than yours. You'd been losing sleep because you spent too much of your time worrying about him.
He was holding you back by loving you.
So he decided to let you go.
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby.
A few months have passed and Mark's finally settled down in a new place in the town you had rejected the job offer from all those months ago. A part of him wished that moving away would offer you closure, knowing that Donghyuck explained his side of the story to you. Mark wanted so badly to be the one who spoke to you that day, but he was afraid of the confrontation. He was scared he'd break and hold you into his arms and promise to never let you go, bringing himself and you back into the endless loop.
So he left. He moved away and had Donghyuck clean up the mess he'd made. Mark owes him one.
The other part of him, though, hoped that you contacted the agency that offered you the job all those months ago. The selfish part of him prayed that the agency granted your request and offered you the job you passed up on in this new city. He hoped that you and him could start over in a different setting, and maybe a few years from now, run into each other again. You'd be in better places in your lives and the two of you could start over.
He knew he was hoping for too much, but oh a man can dream.
If you're moving on with someone new.
Mark was brought back to the present when he hears a loud shattering of glass. He averted his eyes towards the source of the ruckus and landed his eyes on you. He noticed how your eyes grew into large saucers when he displayed similar shocked features.
Shit.
He quickly and clumsily packed up his belongings as he waved down one of the waiters, asking for the tab. Noticing Mark's shaken composure accompanied by the glares being sent in his direction from the other side of the bar, the waiter sympathetically printed out the bill as fast as he could and didn't let out a peep when Mark underpaid about 10 bucks.
Mark rushed out of the bar, only to be caught by the sound of your voice calling out to him.
"Don't you dare run away." The voice was cold.
"Not again, Mark." It was almost shaking.
You caught up to the man. He turned around, slowly, wishing that this was all just a messed up dream, and the alcohol was only playing tricks with his mind.
Indeed, though, this was his reality. Mark remained silent, only staring at his feet as you approached him.
"Look at me," your voice was softer now, but he noticed the stern edge laced within your words. You were never one to raise your voice, not even when Mark would spew incredulous things at you during an argument. You were always calm.
Mark shifted his gaze from the ground towards your face and noticed you looked wiser. He noticed how your soft features were now more sharp. He noticed how you wore your hair differently. He noticed how you'd ditched your casual jeans and a shirt for something more business-casual. He noticed how your aura had changed into something more serious. He noticed every little change about you.
He also noticed how, beneath all the physical changes, you were still you. You still had the same stars in your eyes. You still had his favorite scent. You still had the same quip in your lip when you spoke. You still had the same smile.
You were smiling at him.
Mark finally managed to meet your eyes, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off before you could get a sound out.
"You look happier."
Your smile dropped a bit at his observation. He was right, you were happier than you were after the breakup. But you were happier when you were with him. Using other men to distract yourself from Mark worked for a while, but it was never the same.
It's been over a year, and you still missed him. You missed everything about Mark; his smile, his laugh, his posture when he was furiously typing away at his keyboard because he had an essay due in 10 minutes. You missed the way he'd sing to you at night when you woke up from a nightmare, and the way he'd pet down your hair when the two of you wake up in each other's arms after a nap.
And although you missed him, a part of you was still angry at him. Angry that he left without an explanation, and had Donghyuck be the bearer of bad news that he wanted you to be happier. That he wanted you to have a life not revolving around him and his actions.
A part of you hated how he was so selfish, and how he never looked to you for his decision. Yet the other, wiser, part of you was thankful. Thankful that he cared about you enough to let you go, cared about you enough to put your priorities above his own feelings for once. Most importantly, you were thankful that he was your first heartbreak.
Before he was the boy who broke your heart, he was a friend.
You tilt your head a bit sideways, plastered another smile and nodded in response.
"It's a process."
He smiled back, toothy grin warming your heart. "I'm glad you're doing okay."
Maybe it was the universe finally hearing Mark's wishes of starting over, or maybe it was just a mere coincidence that you ran into each other that day. But nonetheless, the encounter made him realize one thing.
"I was happier with you."
KISSING THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME - DREAM
• mark
Seeing Mark come out of the studio with a solemn look on his face made you frown. This was the part of making an album you didn’t like - hearing the lyrics, hearing the music, learning new choreos was the fun part, but seeing your boyfriend get stressed over not being able to rap a certain part correctly made you upset.
“Please stop being so harsh on yourself” you watched him come take a seat next to you on the sofa outside the studio, “It’s okay for things not to go right the first time. These things take practice”
You cupped his cheeks with your hands, your thumbs gently rubbing against the apples of his cheeks. “I know... but I can’t not help think I’m doing it all wrong-“
“Hey, no. Stop that” you shook your head and wiggled his about, “You’re amazing, okay? Your fans love you and everything you put out for them. What would they think if they saw how much you beat yourself up, hm? They wouldn’t like it and neither do I” you quickly pressed a quick kiss to his lips out of instinct; the two of you not paying attention to it as Mark was down on himself.
But deep down the two of you were gidd ly that you had your first kiss. Mark loved how it was when you were comforting him - he appreciated you for that so much.
• renjun
The paintbrush in your hand was stiff, you’ve never really painted before until you met Renjun. His notebook was full of drawings, sketches, paintings and pastel drawings of you - whereas the notebook he had gotten you had only been drawn in several times, and each of those times it was a shape or a stickman.
“How’s it coming along?” Renjun asked you, slightly shifting in his seat to get comfier after having sat still for 30 minutes whilst you painted him, “Are you nearly finished?”
You hummed in response, swiping the brush over the page before slamming it down on the table, “Done!” You grinned at your boyfriend, turning the notebook around and showing him the painting you made, “What do you think? Did I do okay?”
You watched his face light up, he absolutely loved what you’ve created, “I love it, baby!” He got up from his seat and walked over to you, placing the notebook down on the table before grabbing either side of your head to kiss you. The kiss was warm, kind and soft, just like everything you had expected it to be.
• jeno
He hasn’t left his gaming chair for over three hours now. You wanted him to take a break, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked as if he could eat something. Gaming was an easy pass time for your boyfriend, but you had come over to hang out with him and not watch him play games with his friends.
You walked into his room with a plate full of food, a selection of foods that he loved eating on his time off. Normally he would have this once every two weeks, but you thought he deserved to eat it more, he was too harsh on himself.
“Here, I want you to eat this. You need a break” you placed the plate down next to his keyboard and within a second, Jeno rose from his seat to press a kiss on your lips.
You were taken aback by that as it was the first time the two of you have kissed. But you smiled nonetheless, having it from him receiving affection and him thanking you in a sweet manner. “I’ll make sure to eat it all, go have a nap, I promise I won’t be on for much longer”
• haechan
Laser tag was all fun and games until someone gets hurt. It wasn’t entirely his fault for charging at you - he thought you were an opponent and decided to make a run for you. In all honesty, you did look like a small child considering the way you were hiding behind a tall piece of the game. Once he realised that it was you he had charged at, he spilled out apologies as if his life depended on it.
“I’m so, so, sorry baby” Haechan rubbed your shoulder, soothing the sudden pain you had felt from him, “I didn’t think it was you, please forgive me”
You grabbed the hand that was rubbing your shoulder and you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, “It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me that badly” you smiled up at him, your eyes staring into each other’s. Haechan truly felt bad for hurting you, but he couldn’t deny how adorable you looked rejecting his apology and making it seem like you were fine.
Your eyes darted to his lips and he took immediate notice. The next thing you knew, his lips were ghosting over yours before they were pressed up against you. A few seconds passed by and you pulled away, a smile growing on your face and a concerned look on your boyfriends. “I didn’t push any boundaries, did I?” You shook your head and leaned in again, kissing him for the second time felt even better than the first.
• jaemin
You had begged Jaemin to bake some cupcakes with you. You had seen a video on youtube of a couple making cupcakes together and they seemed so happy and looked like they were having so much fun. You wanted to experience that with your own boyfriend.
“Back off with that spoon of flour” Jaemin dodged the spoon that was heading his way, “y/n, I won’t hesitate to use this egg!” His threat made you giggle; as if an egg was going to stop you from dumping a spoonful of flour over his head.
You quickly dived at him and poured the flour over his head. Jaemin stood still and stared at you with evil eyes - you knew he was trying to not laugh from the way the corners of his mouth turned up, “Let the games begin” next thing that you knew was happening was that an egg had just been thrown at your chest, the slimy contents running down your torso as the egg shell stuck to your clothes.
You pretended to be upset with him, which caused him to quickly wipe off the egg on your top with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, baby, I thought we were playing about-?” You grabbed an egg from behind you and slapped it on his shoulder, a cheeky grin on your lips before you reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Jaemin cocked his head to the side, “You’re so sneaky” he smirked before bringing your lips to his again, enjoying your guys’ first kiss.
• chenle
The film you were currently watching was about a couple who fell in love at a young age but could only be together if they ran away from their families. It made you think about how they had to do everything in secret - including sharing their firsts together.
They had no one to confide in if things got rocky in their relationship, or if they needed help with something; they only had each other.
“What are you thinking about?” Chenle turned his attention to you, noticing how you somehow drifted off from reality thinking about the couples situation, “Hey? y/n, can you hear me?”
You looked up at your boyfriend, his arm was slung over your shoulders and your head was cosy on his chest, “I’m just thinking about the couple in the film. Real different to what we have” you smiled softly at him, your finger tracing gently along his bottom lip, “We have it easy and I love that”
Chenle smiled down at you, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm - warmth resonated inside you, “Kiss me” you shocked him, but there was no hesitation in his action. His lips were soft against your own - it felt so right and so perfect to be with him, he was so right and so perfect.
• jisung
You two were currently in the dance studio - Jisung wanted to show you the new dance choreo for the upcoming comeback as he was super excited to be able to dance again.
It was quite late at night, but he was persistent on showing you the moves; plus he thought it would be cute if he taught you some of the main parts so you were able to dance along whenever you heard the song play.
You watched your boyfriend do a move and it definitely seemed very difficult to reciprocate. You knew how to dance since you had a background in ballet & gymnastics, but seeing that certain move made you question your entire existence. “You can do it. I believe in you” his words of encouragement made you attempt the move with all you got.
Taking a quick breath and attempting the move, you didn’t realise you had just done it with perfection until Jisung rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around, “I told you, you could do it!”
You were happy with how excited he seemed, you just couldn’t help yourself and lean in to press a kiss onto his lips. Jisung obviously froze up, but when he realised what was happening he softened up and kissed you back.
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— MARK PDA HEADCANONS
one of his more common acts of affection is leaning his head on your shoulder and cuddling his way closer to you so that his face is nuzzled in your neck. it makes him feel comfortable and the heat from your body makes him feel warm.
once you get to a certain point in the relationship where you’re both comfortable around the members he won’t mind it if you sit on his lap. he’ll out his arm around your waist and his free hand is placed on your thigh.
he does this a lot without even thinking, he’s not really aware of it until someone else points it out. whenever you do something he finds cute, he he’ll have an endearing look on his face and he rushes to give you a hug. sometimes it’s a side hug and he’ll leave his arm around your shoulders even when he pulls apart.
he won’t necessarily pull away from you, but he does get very bashful if you do any sudden and obvious affection. maybe it has to do with how he’s teased for the red tint on his face, but he’ll laugh it out.
rest his hand on your knee or on your thigh and every once in a while he’ll give it a reassuring squeeze. he takes your hand into his and just plays with your fingers for a bit before comparing sizes and laughing at the difference.
prince’s order
Pairing: prince!haechan x reader Genre: modern royal au, fluff, suggestive Word Count: 1.6k Details: reader is recovering from fainting, a lil bit of making out :) Summary: prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better
a/n: this was inspired by “the king: eternal monarch,” if you love k-dramas I highly suggest watching it!
when you open your eyes, you have to take a moment to absorb your surroundings
the gold details on the ceiling throw you off— this is definitely not your bedroom or a hospital
the insanely soft comforter on top of you weights you down nicely and almost lulls you back to sleep, along with the several silk pillows surrounding your head
you attempt to sit up but you feel dizzy, like your head has been replaced with a bobblehead, and your shoulders ache with every movement you make
groaning, you gently lay down into your original position
turning your head, you see a nightstand on the right side of the bed, some circular glasses resting there and a particular prince’s favorite gold watch next to it
of course, you’re in prince haechan’s room
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