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tongue-tied: mkl.

⨯ pairing: mark x afab!reader

⨯ word count: 1.5k 

⨯ genre: smut, established relationship

⨯ summary: mark gets a bit handsy on the bean bag, and he leaves you speechless.

⨯ warnings: mentions of being high and edibles, oral (f receiving), honestly very tame, mark has an eyebrow and tongue piercing

⨯ playlist: wake, jiwoo  

⨯ a/n: this my first time ever writing smut.. be kind, and any feedback is very appreciated ♡

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Mark Lee was an insatiable bastard, and that was putting it lightly. Ever since the two of you had gotten together, it seemed like he was unable to keep his hands off you. Not that you minded; you had put the man through enough torture when it came to getting together, you could at least give him a bit of lenience now. 

And he took advantage of that every chance he could get. Even now, as the both of you are reaching the peak of your high, his hands are roaming your body. The two of you are squished onto his beloved bean bag in the living room, a random movie playing on the TV. Mark promised that once the gummies hit the two of you could watch a movie, yet here you were. 

The bean bag was big enough for the two of you to fit comfortably, but Mark insisted that you sit on his lap, at least halfway. This way he could keep his arms around you, his fingers dancing dangerously along the hem of your shirt.

Like you said, an insatiable bastard. 

“Is it really necessary to sit like this?” you whine, attempting to push Mark away. The warmth of the room was starting to get to you, and the gummies you had about 45 minutes ago were not helping. 

Mark can only roll his eyes at your behavior, opting to pull you closer to him. No matter how much you whined or tried to push him away, you always ended up begging him to hold you later on in the night. So why not just hold you now? 

And it’s not like you’re putting up much of a fight. Because all it takes is a small pinch on your thigh for you to melt into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. This gives you perfect access to one of your favorite parts about Mark: his neck. Lazily, you begin to pepper small kisses along the span of his neck, paying special attention to the mole under his ear. You had always found the small beauty mark to be attractive.

“Babe,” he groans, shifting slightly to pull you onto his lap more. “Don’t tease me.” 

His words have you pulling away from him, a pout forming on your lips. “Why not?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” One look at him was enough for you to see the desire swimming in his eyes, and you can only scoff at his words. You always finished what you started. He knew that better than anyone. 

Before he can comment on your attitude, you’re pressing kisses to his neck again, this time pulling his earlobe between your teeth. “Technically, you started it,” you say, thinking back to his wandering hands. They had definitely slipped past the waistband of your sweats by now, his fingers dancing on the dangerously slim barrier of your underwear. 

“Why are you being a brat, hm? You’re always so good for me,” he remarks. Once again, he’s pinching your skin, relishing the way you squeak at the fleeting feeling of pain. 

“Defending myself is being a brat now?” you ask, raising your brow as you look at him. By now you’ve moved to straddle his lap, the plush filling of the bean bag making the position much more comfortable. However, the lack of structure means that no matter how much you try to hold yourself above him, your weight is pressing down on him. This means you can definitely feel his hard-on through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. 

Giving him a coy smile, you slip your hands up his shirt, your fingers grazing over his nipples as you help him take the shirt the article of clothing off.

"It's getting warm in here, no?" you ask innocently. This has him groaning, watching as you toss the shirt somewhere into his dimly lit living room before giving you his full attention. 

Unfortunately, you are too caught up staring at his chest to even notice his heavy gaze on you. Your hands are splayed on his chest; you love the way he looks under you. It wasn’t often that Mark let you be on top, so you planned to take advantage of every second you had. Which meant that your hands travel to his neck, gripping his throat gently. 

The action has Mark raising a pierced brow at you; it wasn’t often that you took control, but he found the idea lighting a fire in him that he wasn’t sure he could put out if he wanted to. You give his throat an experimental squeeze, loving the way his head lolls onto the bean bag. His gaze is dangerous; he’s looking at you with no patience, and it’s not long before his hands cover yours, using them to pull you onto him. 

A small ‘oof’ escapes your lungs, and it has the two of you laughing before Mark presses a heated kiss to your lips. He wasn’t known for his patience, especially not when it came to you. 

And it shows with the way his hands go from rubbing soft circles into your waist to tugging at your shirt, wanting the article of clothing gone. You can only giggle at his eagerness, watching as it's his turn to toss your shirt away as if it offended him. If you were to ask him, you know he would make up some sort of silly excuse. As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. 

“Every part of you is mine; no one’s gonna have what I have,” he says. You can’t lie; his words go straight to your core, and you know that if Mark couldn’t feel your arousal seeping through your pants before, he can feel it now. The dampness in your underwear has it sticking to you in a way that's almost uncomfortable. You swear you’re dizzy with desire as you look down at your boyfriend.

The sad thing is that he’s barely done anything yet. 

And no one knows you better than Mark. So even if it’s a bit awkward, Mark moves so that you’re laying in the center of the bean bag. Quickly, he slides onto the floor, using this opportunity to grab your sweats and panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. 

You can only pout at the loss of the chance to be on top for once, but Mark quickly erases that thought when your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s pressing his tongue against your core. You can only moan at the feeling, the small metal piercing on his tongue pressing against your clit. The feeling makes you squirm, but his arms are trapping you against his mouth. Right about now you regretted suggesting the piercing because it was the reason for you quickly coming undone on this damn bean bag. 

“You always taste so good,” he groans, greedily lapping at your pussy. If there was one thing to know about Mark Lee it was that he ate pussy like a starved man. Every single time, without a doubt. 

Your hands fly to his head, gripping his dark hair in your fingers. A small whimper leaves your lips as you tug on his hair, and this only encourages him even more. Mark takes a small glance at you, loving the way your head is thrown back and the way your legs seemingly have him trapped. Not that he minded. 

In fact, this was his favorite place to be. Under his pretty girl, right where he belonged. And he had to make sure that you knew that. Without warning, you feel his fingers slip inside you, and your mouth falls open in a loud moan; it was like music to Mark’s ears. 

“Oh my god,” your words are slurred as if you’re drunk from the pure desire coursing through your veins. With his hands now busy, you can grind against his face, chasing your own high. He’s so deep now, and all you can do is clench around his fingers pathetically. His name slips past your lips like a mantra, and it only fuels his ego. Only he could fuck you like this. Only he could make you speechless like this. Only him.

“So pretty,” he coos, drowning in the taste of you. “And all mine. Cum for me baby,” he demands. Mark pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and running the cool metal of his piercing against before adding a third finger to stretch you out. You can only whine, your thighs tightening against his head. 

Who were you to deny your loving boyfriend? 

A small cry escapes you as you orgasm, your hips bucking against his bruising grip. But that doesn’t stop Mark; he finger fucks you through your high, and he doesn’t waste a single drop. He brings his fingers to his mouth, his piercing making another appearance as he licks his fingers clean. 

You can only stare at him as you attempt to catch your breath. With the way he’s looking at you and the obvious bulge in his pants, you know that Mark Lee is far from done with you. 

OH THIS HURT ME BUT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE 

are you alone this weekend?

pairing: early career musician!mark x gf!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.. just two lost kids in love, trying to find their place in the world.

word count: 3.3k

notes: I decided to change the 1 month no contact to almost 3 weeks bc who is going a whole month without talking when they're this much in love. anyways! first time writing angst, I hope you enjoy!

______________________________________________ The sun rays beamed through your room, lighting up the space. The dust speckles glowing in the sun, floated around your room and faint sound of birds chirping in the distance filled the atmosphere.

You found yourself dancing the line between being in a dream and reality. Stretching out your arms above your head, you extended your limbs with a groan. Heavy lidded, you reached for your phone to check the time.

Tuesday. 6:30 am. 

Vision still blurry, you rubbed your eyes to confirm if what you were seeing was real.

(1)Unread email leemark99@gmail.com subject: are you alone this weekend?

Seeing an email from Mark made your heart race with excitement. Your fingers rushed to open the notification and your mood slowly started to fade into annoyance as your inner dialogue began. What could he possibly want that couldn’t have been said through a text message, or a phone call?

A fucking ticket? A stupid ticket to his show?! Who does he think he is? You felt your cheeks heat up as anger started to rise in your body. What the fuck was this? A peace offering? Him reaching out? You clenched your jaw, sitting up and ran your fingers through your hair. 

It has been almost 3 weeks since you and Mark last spoke. The exchange left a bitter taste in your mouth.

It all began when Mark started to get busier with shows and your interactions started to slow down. Not thinking too much about it, you tried to be patient with him. So when Mark finally found the time to have a date night, you were so excited that you cancelled all your other plans for him. A cosy night in with dinner and a movie was just what you both needed. 

Although, the night didn’t go as planned when Mark showed up late, drunk and smelling like someone else’s perfume. 

“Babyyy I’m sorry..” Mark stumbled into your flat, trying to smother you in affection and you took a step back to scan him from head to toe.

“You’re drunk.” You deadpanned, holding your arms up to create space between the two of you.

“I’m sorry.. I was just with the guys.. and one thing let to another. I lost track of time..” He took another step towards you.

“I’m here now baby.. I’m sorry” Mark pouted.

“It’s 11 pm.” You walked into the living room to sit down, arms still crossed. Mark followed you and kneeled down resting his hands on your knees.

“Baby I-“ He tried to catch your gaze, looking up at you.

“Go home Mark. Fuck off.” 

“I cancelled my plans and made this dinner for YOU. I waited to eat.. FOR YOU. You couldn’t even drop me a text?” You felt anger coursing through your veins and your eyes started to tear up from the frustration. “Recently, all you ever do is lose track of time and your time never concerns me..”

You finally met his pleading eyes.

“Just leave bro.” There was venom in your tone and you felt Mark’s body language change.

Mark pulled back his warmth from your lap and slowly got up. “You know what, y/n.. Fuck you.” 

“I’m trying to build a career here and you don’t seem the give a fuck.” You could hear Mark getting worked up as he took his hat off to move his hair out of his face.

“Mm?” He put his hat back on and started walking towards the door.

 A part of him hoped that you would stop him, so when you didn’t even look in his direction. His fury sprang to life.

“Whatever bro, enjoy your night.” He slammed the door behind him and left. 

A chill silence fell through the apartment. _____________________________________________________________

Since that night, there had been radio silence between the two of you and this email was the first attempt at interaction. You exasperatedly locked your phone and threw it on your bed. Laying back down, you put a pillow over your head.

After seething for a while, you decided to delete the email and went about your day, until during your lunch break. When your phone buzzed, lo and behold, it was a text from Mark.

Mark 12:35 pm I’m sorry, I miss you. Would love to see you there

Muscles in your face relaxed and you let out the biggest sigh on planet earth. Emotions overtook you as you saw his name pop up on your phone. It had been a while since you had felt this feeling. You missed it. You missed him.

Couple days into the fight, feelings of regret started to seep in. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly about the fight taking such an ugly turn. You both had never spoken to each other this way before, nasty words said to one another without hearing each other. You felt almost ashamed of yourself by how you handled the situation. The shame made you reluctant to reach out to Mark.

This was your first big fight but what you feared was the inevitability of his schedule only becoming busier, leaving room for more fights like this. And just like that, thoughts of your relationship coming to an end began to haunt you. 

Thoughts of Mark consumed most of your week, in the morning, you thought of him. In the car, you thought of him. At work, eating dinner, looking through the kittens you both short-listed to adopt, you wanted his advice. You wanted to talk about possibly raising the kitten together, living together. You wanted to fight about unwashed dishes, you wanted to crawl into his arms at the end of a long day. 

Dance around the kitchen whilst making breakfast to having you on his tongue on the counter the next minute. You wanted it all. Sadness started to creep in, as you doubted the possibility of this being possible.

All week, you dragged these big bags of complicated emotions inside you like a paper weight. Is this the end? You thought to yourself but not feeling ready to know the answer just yet. 

“Of course I love him.. but is love enough?” You pondered over lunch with your best friend, on Wednesday afternoon.

“Maybe, this is how it is you know.. you meet someone, you fall in love and it’s great, until it’s not.”

“I guess everything comes to an end?” Letting out a big sigh, you looked out the window. The weather matched your bleak mood. Grey clouds stretched out over the entire sky and you watched, as rain drops fell into puddles, distorting the worlds reflection with it. 

“So you not gonna go see him?” Taking a sip of her drink, your best friend tried to catch your eyes.

“I guess not..” 

That night, you politely told Mark that you won’t be able to make it to his show and he chose to not respond.

It took two drinks and everything in you to send that text. You knew, rejecting his peace offering would mean this is the end. You knew, that’s how he would see it. It was easier than admitting that this relationship is doomed. So why did it feel so bad after pressing send? ______________________________________________________________

Friday. The day you dreaded all week was finally here. The night of his show and the day your Mark proof plan would commence. You planned to watch your favourite movies with wine and pizza after work to forget about the mess you and Mark had created. 

The plan was brilliantly crafted, so it was a surprise when you ended up laying on the floor, in your gown, a little tipsy. Singing along to What Kind of Love by Childish Gambino. 

“What kind of love just stays the same

What kind of love don't die alone

What kind of love would take this long

What kind of love don't make you old

Meet me at the studio

I just wanna play you something…”

This was definitely something cathartic and better than crying, you thought. You reached for another slice as you felt your phone buzz. It was 11:15pm and Mark’s name flashed across your screen. After contemplating for a couple seconds, you decided to answer the phone.

“Babyy..” Mark whined, before you could even say hello.

“Babyyy, I miss youuuu” He sounded a little drunk but sincere.

“I just did a show..” Mark announced proudly,

“And you didn’t come..” “I looked for you.. I wish you were in the front row” His voice laced with disappointment.

“Wanted my girl there man.. Wanted you to come see me and then leave with me” “Wanted to take my girl home” 

“Hello to you too” You giggled into the phone, which made Mark smile on the other end.

“Can you please come see me? Let me apologise to you.” He took this as an opening.

“I’ll be done here in 30 minutes, come to me and we’ll just take a walk and talk. I need to see you.” 

You sighed in defeat. “Okay..” 

The sound of his voice mixed with the alcohol in your system had made you weak to your feelings. Despite all the logical thinking you had been doing all week. One phone call and all the logic had gone out the window as you rushed to change into some sweatpants and a hoodie. 

Sliding your keys in your pocket, you hopped in the uber and rubbed your hands together to generate some heat. It was a chilly night.

Your heart started to beat fast as you spotted the back of his head covered in a black snapback. Mumbling a thank you to the driver, you stepped out the cab and started walking towards him. 

When his friends spotted you, their conversation transitioned into whispers.

“Yo, your girl’s here” Haechan mentioned, waving at you which caused Mark to turn around.

He greeted you with a big smile and lazy eyes. Engulfing you in his arms, he began rocking side to side. “I missed you so much” He left kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“Alright ya’ll, peace. I’m going home with my girl.” He put his arm around your shoulder and started to walk away. You managed to turn around and give everyone a quick wave bye.

You both strolled in the general direction to Mark’s apartment. The city was beginning to quiet down around you and you both existed in silence. Different types of lights covered the city, leaving you in awe of the beauty. Mark pulled out his phone to snap a picture of first, the sky and then of your shadows together.

“Beautiful” Mark whispered to himself. 

“What are you doing?”

“Tryna be cute babe” Mark cheesed in your face.

“Mark we need to t- 

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed down into yours and you both sighed from the relief of finally being able to feel one another. You mmmm’d into his mouth from the sweet taste of rum and coke and the realisation hit you. Not only did you stop him, but you kissed him back. You kissed Mark back. Your inner dialogue got going once again and your mind started racing about what this could mean. Was it this easy? Were you back together? Did you ever break up? 

Your heart was beating hard once again, but this time, with unison with Mark’s. He was freaking out too. He knew that sooner or later, you would would have to talk about things and he also knew, that it would probably not end well. He tried to delay it for as long as he could. 

Mark and you pushed these thoughts to the back of your minds and deepened the kiss. 

“I missed you.” He mumbled into the kiss and you told him you missed him too. 

You both continued walking, and talking as if nothing was ever wrong. You told Mark about the kitten he liked, and how he would be ready for adoption by next week. 

“We’re naming him Bruno for sure” He giggled, pushing to name the cat after Bruno Mars, which always made you roll your eyes but you were prepared to let him have it. If it meant that you were going to be cat parents, he could have all the dad privileges as he liked.

Mark told you about everything he had gotten up to in the past two weeks and you did the same. He was your best friend and this felt nice. It felt like home. As the night began to settle, the breeze got colder and you snuggled closer to Mark. You slipped your hand into his and grazed your thumb over his knuckle.

“Hey, we’re gonna be okay right?” You looked up at him, with a slight glint in your eyes and he took your hand, bringing up to his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on it. 

“I think so” 

Mark was nervous. 

Although he was doing a great job of putting up a facade. Almost identical to your timeline, couple days into the fight, Mark realised how much of a dick he had been. He knew he was to blame for your reaction that night. He wanted to apologise and make things right so much but he couldn’t find the words. Deep down, he knew you were right. He was becoming busier as time went on, and his relationship was suffering because of it. There was no balance between his schedules and personal life. It was painfully apparent that the relationship had taken the back burner, the more success came Mark’s way. He wondered if he was selfish to still want to pursue this relationship if he knew, he couldn’t treat it with the attention that it deserves. 

Mark barely had the time to process this hiccup, as his schedule didn’t slow down one bit. Losing control over his own time left him with feelings of anger and frustration. He felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over him when he thought back how he acted that night. Being unable to control his temper was something Mark hated. He actively tried to remain gentle in his exchanges with the people around him. Specially you. Mark hated the fact that he let his emotions control him and his misdirected anger spewed out of him.

He knew, he needed to find a way to balance his schedules and personal life or this would mean the end for the two of you. The image of this made his chest feel tight. He was desperate to make this work. So he leaned on some liquid courage and picked up the phone to call you. He wanted to try his luck one last time.

He didn’t think you’d actually show up though. He felt a little pressured to fix everything because this night could go either way. Oh and did he miss you. He missed your face, your smell. He missed making you laugh or cum. He missed touching you, holding you. He felt as though he was going crazy in your time apart. 

You both had already, pretty much, come to a non-verbal agreement by the time you reached his apartment building and opened the door for you. 

Getting into the lift, you were both squished in the back corner by the amount of people that were on there. The same lift, you had been in a million times before but tonight felt different. The dim light and tight space, made your stomach flip. The thick silent air floated around you, with only Mark’s breath in your ear. You felt his arms around your shoulders as he pulled you into him. It was 5 seconds into the lift ride, when you started to feel him against your butt and his breath gradually getting heavier on your skin.

Soon as everyone got off at the first floor, for some sort of party. Mark spun you around, pushing you against the mirror and kissing you. You hungrily kissed back, tongue pushing into his mouth, which made Mark moan into your mouth. The needy-ness grew in this small lift, as temperature started to rise and Mark couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was aggressive and feverish. He needed to have you right there, and then. Bucking his hips towards you, he rubbed up against you trying to find some sort of friction. He was grabbing at your body, anywhere he could reach. His mouth travelled down to your neck leaving kisses as his thumb stroked your nipple, making you arch your back and lean into him more. 

“Baby” he let out moan, unable to hold himself back. You tapped his shoulder lightly.

“Mar- He kissed you again. 

“Mark” You called out his name, pushing him off you as the lift reached his floor. Mark let out a loud groan as he pulled himself off you. Soon as the lift door opened, Mark had your hand in his and you both ran to his flat giggling. 

Closing the door behind you, his mouth was on you once again. “Baby, please..” Mark begged into your mouth, throwing his jacket on the floor in urgency as you threw his hat. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Mark made his way to the bedroom. 

Dropping you on the bed, he fell between your legs and onto you. The heat between you both continued to rise as the bed sheets became more creased. Mark undressed you as quick as he undressed himself and before you knew, his face was between your thighs, making you hit high notes.

 “I.. missed.. your.. pretty.. pussy” He said in between kisses. His fingers knew exactly what to do, as he fucked them into you. Mark was in a daze when he realised, his hands and face becoming drenched by the minute. Mark’s groans and sounds of how wet you were echoed throughout the room. 

Your legs on his shoulders, his grip on your thighs were tight as he brought you to multiple orgasms, leaving you unable to catch your breath. Mark came up with a big smile on his face, as he smashed his lips against yours once more. Tasting yourself on his mouth, made you moan and Mark took it as a sign to slip into you with one single thrust. He bottomed out immediately, leaving you both in a mess of airy breaths and moans. 

He slowly found his rhythm as his thrusts got harder. “Still want me to fuck off?” He pounded into you, making your breast match his movements. His right hand snaked its way to your throat, lightly grabbing it. 

“Go on, I can’t hear you” He mocked you, giving your neck a squeeze as you fell apart under him. 

“No.. I want.. I want you to stay” You could barely form a sentence and this amused Mark.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?”

All you could do was nod and Mark pulled back to sit on his heels. “Sit on me” He ordered.

After he got comfortable, leaning against the headboard, you straddled Mark and slowly sunk onto him. His head immediately fell into the crook of your neck, mumbling curse words into your skin. Mark never shied away from being vocal, but tonight was something different when he couldn’t stay quiet for longer than a minute. He needed you in every way. 

As you started to move, his head dropped further down to your breast, taking one in his mouth as your obscene sounds got louder. Mark grabbed your ass to lift you a little higher and began pounding into you and bringing the pair of you to climax. 

Heavy panting, he leaned into your frame, making you lay back on the bed and he laid on top on you. Mark lazily left kisses on all over you, before resting his head on your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair. 

After your breath resumed to normal, so did your inner dialogue. The anxious train of thoughts took over your mind, the fear of not knowing how this is going to work or what tomorrow holds, made your head spin again and you felt nauseous. 

“Mark…” You whispered.

“Mark.. we still need to talk” You let the sentence breathe for a while before you heard soft snores coming from his mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute face, and you closed your eyes too in hopes that maybe tomorrow will bring some clarity. 

Set Me Free - Teaser

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Intern!Mark Lee x Female Mermaid!Reader

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note: Hello, my lovelies! so here is the teaser for the Mark fic i am writing. it's severely unfinished and im still rusty and crusty with my writing lol. It's based on this fic idea i had. i don't have a current date for when it'll be finished but hopefully in the coming days.

ALSO, honestly feel free to send in asks about scenarios and my fic characters. for instance 'Can you imagine Quiet!Jeno chasing after Chenle for his comment?' And for some of them i may even write a lil drabble and others i'll probably just gush about it with u.

Reblogs are appreciated, and So is feedback whether it be bad or good.

Enjoy the teaser!

Mark hated his new summer job. 

The employees in the offices around him sure knew how to push his buttons. Sending Mark on a coffee run for them to then decide they miscounted. Making him fetch their lunch to then change their mind once he had already gotten to the deli. Mark had lost count of how much ‘overtime’ he had already done in just a week. He hadn’t had a single lunch break yet, opting to work through in any hope that he could leave early. Poor chance that was. SMLabatories were truly using Mark to their advantage. 

Today though, Mark had barely seen a soul. It was as if his floor was a ghost town. He hadn’t had any paperwork dropped on his desks, no task list in his email either. It was only when he caught sight of Wonshik leaving his office with a styrofoam box labeled ‘HAZARD’, did Mark finally learn the reason why. Wonshik looked surprised to spot Mark at the small desk in the corridor, realization dawning on his face soon after. 

“Ah, Mr.Lee. It’s a pretty big day for us, work wise, today. Our focus will be on the new subje- research project for the rest of the week - If you’ve not received a task list or anything to do, feel free to brush up on your studies.” And with that, he was gone quite quickly leaving Mark standing there with furrowed brows of confusion. 

That was the nicest he had been spoken to so far... Mark had also noted that Wonshik looked nervous, jittery, and stressed. Mark just brushed it off, leaning back in his office chair to squeeze his fingers into his pocket in search of his phone.  Teeth gnawed onto his bottom lip as he glanced at the time ‘12:34’. Lunchtime. Mark perked up, with no work... He could have lunch today. 

At that thought, he grabbed his satchel bag and slung it over his shoulder, locking the desktop and strolling down the hallway with a newfound happiness at the thought of food. Remembering where the canteen was was a feat of its own though. He was sure there was one on this floor, He just couldn't remember where. Even if he just found a secluded space to eat his sandwich and read his Deadpool comic, Mark would count that as a win. The visitor pass around his neck swung as he walked, trying different doors with no joy. Until he stumbled across a barely lit hallway. 

Mark had seen enough zombie movies to know that any corridor of a science facility that looks like this should be off limits. Still, he glanced over his shoulder for any one who may get him in trouble before turning the corner. He walked slow, footsteps a dull thud as he attempted to be as light on his feet as possible. All the doors so far were locked but Mark’s keen eye was drawn to the glowing hue emitting from a door at the end. It’s almost as if someone hadn’t fully closed the door behind them. 

He crept toward it, his index and middle finger gently pushing the door the rest of the way open. He didnt spot it at first, focused on closing the door behind him without any creaks, then being distracted by the different diagrams and formulas written on a whiteboard next to the door. 

Mark’s hearing heightened at the sudden sound of sloshing water. It was a gentle sound but it was enough for Mark to finally register that he wasnt alone.. That he felt like he was being studied. 

“You’re new.” A quiet, melodic voice called out into the silence. 

Mark was drawn to the sound, slowly turning around as if captivated. Though the colour drained from his face as he finally caught sight of the center piece of the room. 

“W-What the fuck?...” He choked, feet nearly stumbling over one another to press his back against the door. 

In the very center of the room sat a large rectangle tank filled with blue murky water, spilling over the edges as the occupant of the tank moved within it. Mark’s eyes were glued to the fiery orange fins and scales, as beautiful as they were, he had never seen such a thing. In place of legs, there was a thick tail with fins at the very end. The tones of orange and red complimented the person’s skin tone beautifully, shimmering in the water. Mark’s frightened, but curious, gaze drifted higher. Noting that the tail blended into a regular human torso, flawless, naked navel and he couldn’t fight the blush on his face at the white bikini top that covered you. It took him a while to register what he thought he was seeing… A..mermaid?