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armysantiny · 1 year

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-[renjun; soft bf headcanon

Nct’s resident artist boyfriend everyone!!

Anywho—

You and Renjun initially met at an art workshop

He was looking for help with a brush technique and there you were, having just learnt it from the art professor

Bless you for offering to help him because he’s certain he wouldn’t have asked himself

Somewhere during the workshop, social media handles are shared

You two are the creative friends to lovers fr

Sending aesthetic pictures to each other and saying what do we think?

Renjun’s the one who takes the initial leap to give you his number

And the rest was history <3

Renjun is 100% the teases you out of love boyfriend

It’s his love language <33

Very much a fan of buying little trinkets he finds that remind him of you

Presents them to you when he gets home by quite literally dumping the paper gift bag in your lap

Immensely satisfied by the reaction on your face

Takes you to craft stores and small privately-owned cafés on dates

Saves your favourite new cafés and restaurant on his phone so can grab desserts and take-out from there on his way home for you

This man makes such a good impression on your friends

I’m convinced they smother him in affection whenever he joins you on an outing

Low-key pleading for help with his eyes while he’s having his poor soul squeezed out of him

And you’re over there watching him suffer with an unassuming grin on your face

What did he really expect from you, huh?

You little traitor – his words, trust me

But it’s fine, he loves you anyway

Even if he’s wheezing to get his breath back

Isn’t the biggest fan of PDA but peppers you with kisses all over the second you two are alone

Expect forehead kisses and the occasional peck on the lips when you two are outside

Hand holding with Renjun >>>

Makes up for his lack of PDA by having your hand in his almost always

He stuffs your hand in his pocket when it’s cold and puts a hand warmer in the hand he is (unfortunately) not holding

Pretends not to absolutely combust when you put your head on his shoulder as you’re walking home from a date

He feels absolutely normal about this. Yes :D

Takes candid pictures of you and uses them in a collage that he surprises you with on your birthday

I swear down he has the softest of smiles as you process the gift in your hands

Has the sweetest of heart eyes fr

“This…you made this for me?”

“Of course I did, my love~”

You better keep this man

Renjun best boyfriend

I’m rooting for you two <3

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: jisung x gn!idol!reader genre: fluff word count: 331

a/n: i'm kinda falling in love with the nct boys specifically haechan, chenle and shotaro

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"i'm glad you could make it," mark smiles, pulling you into a quick hug.

"thank you for convincing my manager to let me fly out here," you laugh. "i have no idea how you do it."

"it just takes a little convincing, is all," he says. you grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and following mark to where a driver is waiting. "we gave him the single room tonight, he should be alone."

"thank you. i really appreciate it."

"it's no problem."

"it's room 320," mark says. "we have tomorrow off. we'll see you then."

you nod, walking through the hallway until you reach jisung's room. you knock on the door, waiting for jisung to open it. you can hear him sigh before the door swings open. he's barefaced, only wearing a black tshirt and an old pair of your sweatpants. his hair is a little wet and slightly disheveled. he gasps when he sees you, pulling you into a hug. "y/n!"

"surprise," you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. jisung buries his face in your neck.

"i missed you so much."

"i missed you too, baby." jisung pulls you into his room. you set your bag down on the floor next to jisung's before sitting down on the bed beside him.

"how did you get here?"

"mark is very convincing." jisung gently pushes you onto your back before moving to lay on your chest. you chuckle, running your fingers through his damp hair.

"we have the day off tomorrow," jisung murmurs. you hum. "i saw a museum on the way here, maybe we can check it out."

"that sounds nice." jisung yawns, tangling his legs with yours and snuggling even further into you. "tired?"

he nods, sleepily looking up at you. "i was gonna shower and then sleep, but now that you're here, we get to cuddle and sleep."

you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i love you."

"i love you too." he hums.

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yongislong · 1 year

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love language + dreamies.

genre: fluff and domestic! nonidol!dreamies but tbh its not really implied, i just love college au nct lol

note: tysm for requesting anon! i hope this is what you wanted AHH and i hope you all enjoy, kinda proofread

mark... honestly i feel like a mix of words of affirmation, quality time and physical touch. he likes to show you how much you mean to him and he's not afraid to tell you often. also likes spending time with you, even if it's time spent doing nothing, it's still meaningful to him because he has you there with him. as for the physical touch, i think i've said this before but he is touchy just, without realizing it lol. his skin to skin affection would be so subconscious to him. he likes receiving affection in words and physical forms but also likes giving it! sometimes he doesn't realize he's being touchy lot of the time, it's just this pull that he has towards you and he can't seem to shake it

renjun... hmmmm acts of service? he gets told on a daily basis how amazing, wonderful and pretty he is but when someone actually does something about it is when i think he finds it more meaningful, so i feel like that would trickle into the way he shows you how much he loves you as well. would want to do things for you and would honestly also buy or make you things that remind him of you just because words can only do so much in his mind. he likes quality time a lot, any time he gets to spend with you is nice. would prefer to do something alone though, like just the two of you spending time together in the privacy of your super cute apartment :) really good listener and gives good advice with whatever issues you may be going through at the time

jeno... oh gosh his is a little hard, i think physical touch? he's said before he's quite shy so i think once you guys are established he would find it easier to show you how he feels rather than tell you because he strikes me as someone who may probably have a hard time expressing how they feel through words. likes squeezing your hips and poking your butt and waist lol. acts of service is a big one though omg. he would find so much pride in doing things for you. knows he's tall and strong so he uses that as an advantage when you need certain things and it makes him feel pretty wanted and needed yknow?? likes to be a big man muaha. quality time is also important to him i feel. likes just talking with you. he's a great listener but sometimes he stares for too long and you have to snap him out of his trances pft. likes showing you off

haechan... physical affection 100% i feel like thats a given with him LMAO. if he had it his way? OHHHHH, he would have you glued to his side 24/7. quality time is also something he enjoys, i feel like he is such a movie buff tbh, from watching a movie series or a full tv show would be really enjoyable for him because its ALSO an excuse to wrap your arms around his waist hehe. likes giving gifts sometimes but it HAS to be perfect especially if its for you. but yeah, physical touch is a big one for him. he just, likes you so much and finds a lot of joy in being able to touch, peck and hug you whenever he wants. likes running his hands on your back, shoulders, lower stomach, head, neck, etc, y'all get the jist!!

jaemin... okay so physical touch LIGHTLY, because sometimes he just can't help himself but, he usually shows his love through words of affirmation and gift giving! absolutely adores telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful, lovely and amazing he thinks you are and he is SO good at articulating what he wants to say to you and how he wants to say it. never fails to leave you flustered and fulfilled. it would be so hard for you to not feel loved with how much he spoils you haha. always buys you random knick knacks and clothes/accessories he thinks would look good on you. and listen, idk if showing off is a love language but he loves showing you off like jeno i think it goes along with words of affirmation for him. very gentle when it comes to physical touch btw :") just overall very kind and considerate, treats you like a doll

chenle... gift giving obviously as well as quality time. like i've said before, he's pretty clingy with you but i think giving you things and having the ability to work hard and make money makes him all the more inclined to want to give you everything you want and more. really really enjoys being able to have you all to himself. adores the idea of being domestic with you and just doing something in silence and being in each others presence. calms him so much and he feels he really should give you his full attention not because its something he has to do but something he really values and wants to be able to do for you. can be clingy sometimes but is mostly a quieter pda type of guy. you can never say no to him buying you things though HAHA he'll always find away, fills him with a lot of pride that he feels/proves he can provide for you

jisung... words of affirmation and acts of service. just likes being able to be seen as an adult. he's been around people older than him all his life and constantly in the state of being babied so he would like to be able to be seen as someone who could do valuable things for his partner. which is why he's always trying to help you! gives good advice and gives an even better hand around the house PFT. i mean c'mon he's so lanky and lean and obedient. so smiley whenever he sees you need something or you come to him for help. but also never wants you to think you can't do things for yourself just because he has a need to be helpful yknow? so he never fails to tell you how well you're doing and how much he loves you. has a hard time being vulnerable but it gets better since he knows you won't ever judge him for being shy about professing how highly he thinks of you always

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nanaloco · 1 year

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Being best friends with jisung

Part 5 to the 'its complicated' series, full series paged linked at bottom!

Warnings : Lots of fluff towards the end, Bold jisung

Genre : Bestfriend!Jisung x gn!reader

Barely proofread btw lol

• Unlike the other stories in this series, you and jisungs relationship is a bit different.

• You're not really friends, but you're not really lovers either, it's just... complicated

• You two often share earphones on the way to school until one day one of the ears stop working so sound only comes out of one ear so he tells you to bring your earphones with you next time, which you do

• 'so uh I bought one of these because one of the ears broke so..'

• He bought one of those heartshaped earphone adapters that turn it into 2 headphone jacks -instead of just buying a new pair of earphones-

• You suggest that you could just use your ones but he already bought it, and 'it would be a waste not to use it'

• So now you're here sitting at the back of the bus on your 3 hour bus ride home listing to your spotify blend through jisungs phone

• Spotify says you and him are an 83% match, so maybe they do know what they're talking about despite your daily mixes past #2 being anything but accurate of what you listen to

• Regardless you wanted to belive that it could mean more than just your music compatibility

• You two actually are very alike

• Both were very quiet,

• until you were sat next to eachother in class, where you first met

• He's not one to strike conversation, but he feels more at ease to talk to quieter people

• Which is why you two clicked

• You felt like you wouldn't judge eachother and you understood eachother

• You ended up preferring him over your current friend group, wishing that you two could grow closer to the point where you could have an excuse to hang out with him besides homework help

• That was until you were assigned a group research project with your deskmate

• This was your perfect opportunity

• It was worth 40% of your grade so of course, you'd have to take this seriously

• But that won't stop you from stealing sly glances at his puckered lips while hes concentrating

• Or stop you from wanting to ruffle his hair

• Or poke and pinch his cheeks everytime he laughs or puffs them

• Or kiss his plush lips

• What? No..

• It's just your intrusive thoughts, you guys are good friends thats all

• You're almost too concerntrated on focusing on your work and not making it obvious that you'd been staring at his lips for an obscene amount of time to realise

• How everytime you look up at him, he was already staring at you

• Or how rosy his cheeks were everytime you looked at him

• Or how fast his heart was beating, being next to you

• You never noticed

• So now you're at his place, sitting next to him on his dining table, just completing your discussion on the topics you want to focus on, ready to start the first part of your assignment: research

• He reaches across you to grab his textbook

• And he was suuuuuuper close and you could smell the shampoo you two bonded over

• He could've just asked you to pass it to him =~=

• Now you're stuttering your words everytime your eyes lock

• "Um, I'll give you space! to spread out your materials aaand sit opposite" you say rising from your seat

• He was wayyy too close for your poor heart and you couldn't concentrate

• He swiftly slides his hand into yours, holding it tightly

• His hands were really warm, typical of him, he's practically a human furnace

• You look him with a confused facial expression only for him to exchange the same look thats printed on your face

• 'Oh I didn't want to invade your personal space, so I was gonna move'

• He didn't even hear what you said earlier because he thought it was funny how jumpy you were all of a sudden in oppose to how confindent you were in delivering your thoughts on the topic of your discussion

• 'What if I want you to invade my personal space'

• 'Huh?'

• He tugs your arm slightly, notioning you to sit back down

• Your faces inches appart

• 'What if I wanted you to invade my personal space?'

• Uhhhh this wasn't appart of your agenda today

• You both kinda just stare at eachother, not making any movements, but not drawing away either

• Shyness creeping up on both of you

• 'Umm, anyways about the work' you stammer turning the pages in your book, only to look back at him being ten times closer

• 'Can I kiss you?' His voice was low and soft

• Where did all of this confidence come from 💀💀

• A slow nod was all you could give him before he slowly placed a soft peck on your lips

• Before looking back up at you with those eyes that make you just want to melt

• And another

• And you had to go, grabbing your phone and running out of his house with no hesitstion

• Whatever has gotten into him had your stomach turning in your bed as you debated how on earth you were going to tackle this the next day

• Jisung on the other hand, acted completely on impulse, he did things he didn't think he could ever possibly do, and he has no regret either

• Theres nothing wrong with liking someone, he did nothing but be sincere

---👾

Thank you so much for reading 💕

I thought it would be interesting to have Jisung be more bold in this one Because I normally see him being written as very shy, but I'm sure he has his moments

Requests are open, literally spam me!!!

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hanibalistic · 2 years

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#98C3D6 | MARK LEE.

genre | romance

word count | 1001

warning | none

it was the eighth time you shared a bed with mark in his bedroom. he has not gotten tired of it yet.

it rarely rained in seoul this summer, and he wanted to enjoy the noise of its pitter-patter while he still could. that was the reason mark settled with on why even though his eyelids were being weighted down by heavy steel, he chose to sit up against the headboard of his twin-sized bed and stay awake instead.

perhaps he was right. his love for the rain could be the culprit of this mindless self-torture of staying clear-minded when his head was all fogged up with sleepiness, and he has yawned three times in a row in the past minute. but he had always prided in his ability to sleep exceptionally well when the rain was here, whether it was the misty atmosphere or the light steps of the rain against his window, or the day the sky turned a sof gray when the rain hits. either way, this was the exact opposite of that.

it was not the rain that kept him awake, then what was it?

it could be the fact that he has never been this exhausted before. the tension in his muscles that he overly exerted daily was released without a guard. his body became heavy and slow as though he had contracted a riskless cold. he could feel a juggling sensation at each of his temples, screw looses that was connected directly to his eyes, turning him close like the rewinding of a schylling toy.

he was very used to insomnia. it has kept him awake all these years, and he was awake. he was awake with his neck against the headboard of his bed right now. it was just that this time it was voluntary awakeness that screamed, and he was not entirely up and alert as opposed to when his insomnia used to hit. he wasn't used to it, so he was going against it. this was different.

it was not the rain that kept him awake, and it was not the insomnia either, so what was it?

the slumbering weight beside him shifted. mark averted his attention from his droopy lids to you, who has turned your back away from him and has snuggled under his blanket. he fiddled with his thumbs on his lap, for a moment accessing your face in his dim room and through the hazy lenses of his eyes, then he raised both of his brows in a realization he already knew but never admitted.

it was you who kept him awake. or rather, it was his love for you that kept him awake.

pitch black is what mark feels when he sleeps. feelings and senses mellow out when he sleeps—no sight, no smell, no noises, no movement. his body rests when he sleeps, but he knows his mind does not. his mind does not go to the back of his head when he sleeps—still, there are acknowledgment, perceptions, mindful alertness, and self-awareness.

he may be asleep, but he knows he is asleep, and his mind stays awake while his body goes into a short coma for the night.

that used to be okay until you came along. and suddenly, it was no longer as straightforward as just his slumber and the darkness behind his closed eyelids. it was no longer as easy as just knowing and not perceiving. it was no longer enough for him that he has feelings but those feelings were not strong enough to be tangible for him.

because mark was in love with you, so in love that your presence plagued mark's blind perception of nothingness when he slept that he could no longer do so. he has to be awake to absorb the double weight on his bed, he has to be awake to soak in the joy of watching you breathe, he has to be awake to melt into the pool of wanting to be gentle with you.

the mere suggestion of knowing that you were sleeping next to him on the bed and not being able to perceive your existence in every way possible was something he found unacceptable.

he chose not to sleep so he could feel you beside him, and he chose to not to sleep late so he could look at you beside him. he chose to be awake so he could have the soft normalcy of being able to fall asleep with you, he chose to get up early so he could watch the sun glow above the mountain top of your cheek. he chose stay up late so he could count more seconds where he was alive with you, and he chose to wake up early so he could count more seconds in a day where he began to love you.

as early and as late as he could get. he stayed up and stopped feeling his love for you at three in the morning. he woke up and began perceiving his affection for you at five in the morning.

"go sleep, mark," you mumbled groggily when you felt the back of his fingers graze your skin.

his heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name—he would not have been able to feel hearing you if he was asleep. sliding his body down, he got cozy under the cover with you and thought maybe he could settle with draping his limbs over yours. maybe he could subconsciously feel that. he touched your eyes gently because he could not see well in the dark, and his hand rested on the side of your head when it found its spot there.

"i will in a bit," he responded. "just a little bit more of this." a little more soft, a little more joy, a little more you.

it would be the eighth time mark woke up next to you on his bed tomorrow morning. he has not gotten tired of it yet.

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jaemsljn · 2 years

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beautiful boy | M.L

A/N: i saw a video of this baby getting shots and his dad was singing to him to distract him, the baby didn’t even cry and i was like !!mark!!!! mark lee!! so i hope you enjoy my dad mark brain rot (i tried to avoid gendered terms for the reader or any physical description but lmk if there are any mistakes) this is unedited omg also the nurse calls mark “dad” a few times it's weird but nurses do that shit during baby appointments .. (the song is beautiful boy by John Lennon)

PAIRING: mark x gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT: 981

GENRE: fluff, angst if you squint

WARNINGS: Needles!!

“Babe, relax, I think you’re more stressed than he is.”

You pull your eyes away from the nurse preparing the needle and instead meet the gaze of your husband. You glance down at your son in his arms, who is indeed, far more relaxed than you.

“I’m just nervous. These are his first vaccinations and I feel like a terrible parent just bringing him here to get stabbed.”

Mark lets out a chuckle in front of you but upon seeing the affronted look on your face he quickly covers it up with a cough.

“I’m serious Mark! It sounds stupid and I know this is better for him in the long run but I just feel so guilty. What if he inherited my phobia of needles? and then he’ll forever hate me for forcing him to get a bunch of shots.”

You catch the quick upturn on Mark’s lips before he speaks, “Listen I get what you mean okay? It’s sucks having to let your kid get hurt but it really is for his own good. Imagine how much worse he would feel if he got Polio? or whooping cough?”

The nurse rolls her cart to stand beside you and your husband, you’d nearly forgotten she was in the room.

“Dad’s right you know? and I can promise you Baby’s not gonna remember any of this. Plus, I think he’s just happy he’s got his parents here with him, even if it’s scary.”

You gently nod at her words, feeling a bit more comforted.

“You’re doing great I promise, no parent likes taking their kids for vaccinations but it just shows that you’re a good one because you’re doing it anyway.”

You thanked her before looking back over to your husband. When your eyes met his you found complete adoration on his face as he stared at you. That soft smile and that tender look in his eyes that he only seems to get when he looks at you or your baby boy.

what.

you mouth to him, not wanting to be too cheesy in front of this poor nurse.

I just love you.

He mouths back. your heart grows impossibly more at the undying love the man in front of you has for you.

You’re interrupted from your love fest by the nurse clearing her throat.

“Alright, dad you ready? I’m gonna have you keep holding him like you are. Just a regular cradle and I’ll inject the shot in his upper thigh. Make sure to be ready to hold him more firmly if he tries to wiggle away. Oh! and don’t be shocked if he starts to cry, it’s completely normal.”

She looks at both of you with the last sentence and your heart breaks all over again imagining Mark having to hold Toby down while he cries.

The nurse kneels in front of Mark, cleaning your son's leg with an alcohol pad. Toby jumps a little at the coldness of the antiseptic and looks like he’s about to cry from the shock to his system. Before he's able to let out a single whine Mark is quick to distract him.

“Hey, dude you’re okay. it’s just a little cold. Daddy’s right here baby I got you.” You’re shocked at the way Toby immediately settles, smiling up at his dad like he hangs the stars in the sky (it seems he got at least one thing from you)

as the nurse reproaches with the needle and squeezes Toby’s chunky little thighs between her fingers you feel your heart drop into your stomach. Normally you’d be over there trying to comfort your baby as well but honestly, your nerves would probably make toby more scared.

Before the nurse can even push the needle in Mark is already distracting your baby boy. He puts his face close to his nuzzling their noses together, the most adorable grin on his face before he begins to sing.

“Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monsters gone

He’s on the run

and your daddy’s here.”

The nurse pushes the needle in.

“Beautiful beautiful beautiful,

beautiful boy.”

You see Toby twitch when the nurse injects the needle but you’re shocked at the fact he never breaks eye contact with Mark or loses that little grin on his face.

At that moment you think you’ve fallen even more in love with Mark Lee.

The nurse pulls the needle out, still not even a whine from Toby. Mark immediately begins to praise him. Telling him how well he did and how much daddy loves him.

You’re almost in shock at how well Mark handled that. He has to have some supernatural power to have been able to keep the baby’s attention through that. It seems the nurse had the same thought because she soon chimed in as she places a cute little kitty bandaid on his leg, “You’re a natural at that Dad! I’m honestly shocked a little, I’ve never seen a baby handle a shot so well. Even the best cry at least a little, but he was smiling the whole way through.” She finishes placing the bandaid on and turns to you, “you’re very lucky.”

You grin at her before speaking, “Boy don’t I know it.”

You take careful steps towards your two boys and kneel in front of them. You place a gentle hand on Toby’s forehead, who’s still smiling up at his dad.

“You’re fucking amazing do you know that?”

Mark lets out a bashful chuckle at your words.

“I mean, I do have to be pretty great to deserve somebody like you. But seriously babe I know that was hard for you, I’m proud of you for sticking through it.”

You elected not to speak and just leaned in to kiss your husband. Home will always be with Mark's skin on yours, and your sweet baby boy in one of your arms.

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ooshu · 10 months

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falling in love with haechan wasn’t planned.

it started with a walk on that friday night after your long work shift. he was waiting for you. hell, he wasn’t even from around. but he stood there with a chinese takeout in one hand. “breathe a little!”, the enthusiastic one exclaimed. he didn’t like seeing you frown and knowing you haven’t smiled even just a bit for a day. and so you nodded. haechan swore he was head-over-heels.

as haechan kept asking from “how was your day today?”, “does your boss treat you well?” to “did you have lunch?”, the question suddenly escalated to:

“would you go out with someone like me?”

“huh?”, you might have heard differently because the silly boy beside you started to eat his food.

haechan chewed his food fast so he could repeat: “i said… would you go out with someone like me…?”

you hit his arm playfully. “ah, what are you talking about, haech?”

“i mean… hypothetically speaking. would you go out with a haechan?”

“with a haechan?” you furrowed your eyebrows. oh, what a silly man.

“yes, with a haechan. i stand out from the rest, you know?” he nudged you on the shoulders. “you’d be lucky to end up someone like me.”

“you’re so full of shit, haech.”

“willing to be cheesy and anything for you.”, he winked.

so he tossed his empty food into the nearest bin. then there was this silence, a complete total silence as you two continued walking. but it was so nice, so pleasant. it just felt so right. it felt so fitting that it scared you that you wanted to feel the warmth of his body. there’s this strong urge to bury your head in his chest. falling in love was an unfamiliar, frightening feeling. it consumes you to the bone. oh, how clueless the boy beside you was.

and loving a haechan, you cursed cupid for hitting the wrong person with his lovestruck arrow. because he is like this to everyone—so lovingly, so sweet, so reliable, to the point you’ve been confused about where to draw the line between being friends and potential lovers.

but you slowly started reaching for his hand. it looked really soft. you wanted to grab it and interlock your fingers with his and say, “yes, i would go out with someone like you, haech.” and—

suddenly you curled your fist into a ball and pulled out when a honk of a car suddenly was heard. you came back to your senses.

haechan noticed. just so you wish he didn’t.

“i’ll take you home.”

“no? you’ve already taken me into the bus shed, haech.”, you insisted. “you promised you wouldn’t go further.”

“but what if someone takes you?”

“haech-”

“…from me?”

fuck. you thought. here he goes again. but you shrugged it off with a laugh. but haechan loved it on you, when you wear it—your smile. and his heart would burst to know your smile was because of him.

the bus arrived and he let you get on first. but you knew haechan liked taking the window seat, so you let him be.

you sat together. he was watching the cars passing by along with the skyscrapers shining at night. would it be unrealistic to dream of someone, you, as high as these buildings?, he wonders. then you looked at him, carefully admiring his sde features. memorizing every line and shape; how his lips would slightly pucker and the bridge of his nose you’d always want to trace and pinch. and little did you know he was watching you from the reflection of the window.

and when he tilted his head back at the front, you steered yours away. but your eyes fell down and roamed around until you see his hand over his bag. haechan looked at you, and he started slightly tapping his fingers on the leather. you wanted to reach for them again but… but—

then you made it less obvious as possible to go back looking at his face, but you couldn’t as your head tries its best to look forward. so your sight landed as farther as this: the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades you would want to lean onto. it’s sad to say your heart absentmindedly made haechan your home, your comfort, your confidant, even though he wasn’t yours.

so you came back to your senses once again. you leaned your head backward fell onto the back of the seat and sighed. you watched the people in front of you as they ride forwards.

and suddenly, haechan reached for your hand and interlocked it with yours.

you looked at him dumbfoundedly; almost taken aback.

then he slowly reached for your head and leaned it on his shoulders. you thought it was a bit uncomfortable so you said, “it’s okay, haech.” because instead, you wanted to nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck. but you believed you weren’t going to fit in, just like the two of you, which you believed. he’s still holding your hand though. so firm yet so soft, how could it this paradox be possible?

so haechan let go of your hand.

you almost yearned for the touch. god, the loss was so overwhelming, you could almost cry. you were dangerously so drawn to haechan, the thought of it would make you flinch. you had to go away. i have to go away. you reiterated at the back of your mind. god, please, help me. how cruel must you become?

but then he wrapped the same arm around your shoulders and enveloped you with his body. he adjusted his body down so your head would lay on the crook of his neck.

and just like that, you surrender.

and nothing haechan would want in this world but to wish this bus wouldn’t stop driving.

it’s okay to fall in love with me, love.

happy birthday, donghyuck lee.

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neowonderland · 8 days

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Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes.

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure.

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them.

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck.

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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ohmygs-blog · 1 year

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ

texting your boyfriend! jeno

an insight to a relationship with jeno!

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locallixie · 1 year

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give me a kiss — mark

> summary . your boyfriend is a little shy to love you sometimes.

> genre . fluff, established relationship, boyfriend!mark, gn!reader

> warnings . minor language

(wc) > 1.9k

(sunny’s note) ☆ had a dream about this, almost cry when i woke up ‘cause it was just too cute.

Mark didn’t want any attention on him, none at all. He was laying low about your relationship, not saying too much or even anything about it to anyone. He didn’t go public, he didn’t want to go public. If someone were to find out, his response depended on how close he was to that person in question. If it was his friends, he would tell them that you and him were going out and refuse to farther elaborate. However if it was just an acquaintance, he would either straight-up deny the existence of your relationship or come up with an excuse to flee.

Of course, you were upset at him hiding you from people. Saying that you two were just friends, or making people forget that you and him were a ‘thing’ in the first place. Mark treated you like another one of his homeboy outside of the privacy of your own home. He did not initiate affection, he was too shy to hold your hand with the eyes of people looking left and right.

He would dap you up instead of kissing you when there were still people around, no hugs, no nothing. But you understood, if that was what your boyfriend want, then you’d act along with him. You didn’t want to force him into giving you affection, especially when it was outside and in the open for a bunch of strangers to stare at. You were touch-starved as hell, but you would always try your best to pull through for Mark.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled yourself into his chest. Your cheeks brushing against the rough fabric of his sweatshirt, his heart was already picking up its pace as soon as you touched him. No wonder he didn’t want you to be affectionate in public, he would most definitely explode or have an episode. If this was already how his body response to you being touchy in private, what would happen out in public then?

“Oh-um—do you need something, babe?” Mark asked, not too sure how to react to your behavior. He could feel himself starting to sweat, even though the air was blowing coldness through the AC unit. It was a mere feeling, he wasn’t going to actually sweat. But it was not any better though! He felt nauseous too, this weird sensation stirring up his internal organs. Was it excitement or embarrassment?

"No, I just feel like cuddling." You pulled him closer, hands rubbing against his abdomen. The sweatshirt as a barrier still didn't help with making him react neither negatively or positively. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel this type of way, he desperately wanted to feel comfortable with you too. However, it seemed that he could never when you touch him like that.

Choosing to love you was a dangerous idea, you were bad, bad for his poor heart. Mark sure did love you, though he didn’t express it too often, but he was head over heels. Sometimes it was all about the subtle things, how your hot fingers grazed against his coldness. Your soft lips brushing the skin on his neck, gently kissing the mole he has. It was the sparkles in your eyes that hooked him completely, they told him that you were happy to have him.

Mark began, "Hey, uh, you still want to come over to Jaemin's with me tonight? It's okay if you change your mind."

"Yeah, of course I still want to go. Why? Do you not want me to go?" You looked up at him, your brows furrowed a bit in confusion.

Turning his gaze to elsewhere, the guilt in him was stirring up as your eyes fixed on him. "No, it's just that we would be drinking a lot. And I don't want to be a burden, you know?" Mark was fairly well with handling his liquor, but in the unfortunate case of him getting drunk, you would have to be the one to take care of him. And that would be the biggest embarrassment in his life.

“Mark, it’s fine.” You held his hand, reassuring him that letting loose was okay. “I want you to have fun.”

You knew your boyfriend’s friends well enough to ask them for assistance if you needed, and you also knew your limit to stop. If he could let go of himself tonight and trust you, getting drunk would not be a problem. The worst case scenario was crashing at Jaemin’s place, which would be a bit of a hassle, but at least it was not out on the road under the influence of alcohol.

You already got dressed—in the same outfit you went out for coffee this morning. It was just going to Jaemin's for a fun night and not some crazy elaborate house party, there was no point of getting all dressed up in nice clothing than a fit of t-shirt and baggy jeans. Talking about being dressed up, there was a possibility of getting vomit on you if any of the others got too drunk, try negotiating with the dry-cleaners.

You arrived at Jaemin's place a tad later than expected, he lived farther into the city and it took around half an hour to unstuck your car from terrible traffics. How the hell was the traffics so bad on a Saturday night? Was there a social gathering that everyone was invited to but you?

One, two, or three cars parked in front of the driveway. Getting into lines with the others, Mark turned off the engine. Walking out with you to the front door, he didn't hold your hand but you could feel his fingers brushing against your palm. He wanted to, he wanted to oh-so badly but he could not bring himself into doing it.

“You made it! Come quick, Chenle brought this really fancy imported wine and we are getting fucked-up tonight!” Jaemin came out before the two of you could ring the bell on his door, scared you with all the energy that exuded from his voice.

He turned his eyes to you, “Hey, [Y/N], Mark finally have the balls to bring you along to one of our hangouts. Glad to have you!”

You knew already that Mark and his friends held hangouts and parties from time to time, he always left with the same old reason and never offered to bring you with him before. Hearing that coming from one of his friends, sounded like he had been talking about you to them for a while. It was a nice feeling, maybe even got your heart kicking around in your ribcage a bit.

“Mark, what took you so long? We’re starving and it’s all your fault.” Donghyuck blamed from his place on the couch.

“I told you idiots to eat without me, and we were stuck in traffics.” Mark replied, sitting down with you on a different couch. They probably waited for him, that was nice of them, but the food wouldn’t be as hot as it used to be a couple while ago.

The salmon was cooked fairly good for a guy who lived alone, it was juicy and well-seasoned—and it had been sitting out for some time. Plus, it went amazing with the wine that Chenle brought to the table. Mark seemed to love the dinner too, you saw his eyebrows lifting up a few centimeters each time he took another bite. You were going to one-up Jaemin, how could he have the audacity to cook better food for your boyfriend? Unacceptable, you shall declare war.

It must’ve been the alcohol in your system that got you all relaxed. It also fueled the touch-starved behavior in you, with your head almost in the clouds. you went to find your boyfriend in the other room. His back towards you, busy talking with the others. You wanted a kiss, just one kiss and you would be set for the night. Just one kiss and you promised to behave.

His body jumped slightly when he felt arms, from the corners of his eyes saw you hanging on his shoulders. His friends turned their attention to you too, stopping them mid-conversation. Mark was worried you might have accidentally hurt yourself or something, worse, begging for his attention! His heart was weak, and he known full-well you would take advantage of it.

Your voice, in a low enough volume to not be screaming but to only be heard by the circle of people you two were surrounded with. The moment you just said ‘fuck it’, “Babe, give me a kiss.”

He thought he would have the upper-hand since he foreseen you being affectionate as a way to get attention, but he guessed he miscalculated things. Plan A had failed, and no plan B to be expected. No! No mouth-to-mouth action could be done at a place like this, you were the cause of his downfall. Your persistence controlled you, your lips lingering around his sensitive skins, whining and almost crying to him for a single kiss.

"[Y/N], are you alright? Why are you acting like that? Are you drunk?" Tugging on his shirt, you refused to give up. You were getting a kiss and that was it, you weren't asking for too much, only one kiss from your boyfriend. He placed his hands behind your back, trying his best to hold you up so you wouldn't come crashing down and hurt yourself—though, you were the problem, you were technically pulling on him to get him closer to your lips.

The others offered no help, assholes, standing there and rooting with their big mouths. With you in his arms, both falling over backward onto the hard wooden flooring beneath. As a habit—or even a natural instinct—one of his hand flew to your head, shielding you from the wall behind.

"Babe, babe, babe! Answer me, are you okay?!" Mark panicked, calling out for you in a desperate manner. He shook your limp body in his hold, it reacted like a rag doll from how light-headed that dammed wine got you.

You were not okay, and a kiss would do the trick! Holding his face, feeling how hot and blushing you made him become. He felt like a heat pack, a warmth that you wanted to do nothing but stay in forever. Tears sliding from your eyes and off your face, lips pouting to manipulate him more.

"Can you kiss me? Please, Mark, just one kiss." You solicited.

In front of all his friends, wouldn't it be embarrassing? But, yes, he wished he had enough confidence to outwardly show you his love. And in a hard situation like this, he loved you too much to not not make you happy. You got what you want, he gave in. Pressing his lips against yours, calming down your cries. You heard faint cheers in the background, but you were too focused on his soft, sweet lips that made nothing audible.

You passed out soon after, but he was holding you in his arms the whole time you were unconscious. Of course, his friends teased him and telling him to get a room. But even if he tried, you would not let him go. You were all snuggled on his laps, leaving him with no chance of escape. You, on his laps, peacefully sleeping while he thought about how he was going to survive this cuteness. Oh, you were going to kill him someday.

“Shh, shut up, my baby’s sleeping.”

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jaelvr · 18 days

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Seasons

Home | NCT Dream masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 10. “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.” + 31.“I know it’s your favorite.”

Pairing : boyfriend! Chenle x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 400

Warnings : mutual feelings, established relationship, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"Alright, alright." he chuckled softly as Daegal barked, alerting him of the knocks at the door as she spun around in circles. "Hey." you smiled softly as he opened the door, taking in his appearance. You'd decided to pick up his favourite food and surprise Chenle, having not seen him for a few days due to his busy promotions and knowing how stressed he was, this was the best idea you could come up with. "Brought food. I know it's your favourite." you grinned, holding the bag of food from his favourite restaurant. He stood still for a moment, mouth agape in shock before he brought you into his arms, hugging you tightly while he buried his head into your neck.

"You're an angel." he murmured, pressing a gentle peck to your neck. A content hum left your lips as your hand scratched his scalp, pecking his forehead. "Let's go eat before it gets cold, and then we can do whatever you want, yeah?" you mumbled, caressing his cheek. He nodded, stepping aside for you to walk in and taking the bag off you, allowing you to take your coat and shoes off while he set the food up. He felt the tenseness leave his body as he heard your giggles and Daegal immediately ran over, barking and jumping at you, trying to cover you in kisses. "Hi pretty girl." you cooed, bending down to pick her up and stroke her, unaware of the lovestruck gaze on Chenle's face as he watched you two.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think you like her more than you like me." he joked, a soft smile on his face while you put her down. You laughed, shaking your head as you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and perching your head on his shoulder, watching while he finished dishing the food out. "You're my favourite." you tried to assure, the mischievous smile on your face telling him otherwise. "Am I your favourite?" he asked, eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.” you admitted, letting out a yelp as he started tickling your sides and covering your face in gentle, sweet kisses.

He wouldn't trade this for the world.

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hon3yteddy · 1 year

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꒰ nct dream + intimate moments i want to experience 🍞 ꒱

synopsis: tbh idk but there thing i'd generally kill to experience (this is not a joke), and add some arson too if i get to do them with dream genre(s): established relationship, romance, tooth rotting fluff warning(s): mix use of tenses, severe symptoms of delusions and signs of parasocial relationship, not reread at all !!! author's note: hanging out with newjeans at the psych ward

#𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟖 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 . . .

― kind of cliché a cheesy... but slow dancing! mark's one of us - a hopeless romantic so he'd definitely be a sucker for a slow dance under the dim lights of your shared apartment. he'd perfectly time his movements after instantly recognising your favourite slow song (i recommend any song by laufey) drift from the kitchen as you prepare your dinner for the evening. he's heard the song too many times to count but mark never minded. he loved that about you - the little things, the big things, and everything in between.

just before the chorus, he'd slip behind you, guiding your hands with his own to carefully drop whatever you were holding, and clumsily twirl you round to face him. i can feel it in my bones that the man would do those knew weakening, borderline giggle, chuckle of his and gently pull your hand for a light kiss against the skin of your knuckles. you would find yourself resting one hand on his shoulder and the other being embraced tightly by his. mark always loves how close you feel when you're like this.

he would give you that look, the look you've seen a hundred times. it's the same one he gave you before he kissed you for the first time, the same one he wore when he finally got the guts to ask you on a date, that look so beautiful and real that your too much in a daze to notice him slip an arm around your waist. together you slowly sway to the beat of the song, forgetting the past and ignoring the future.

he holds you close, maybe too close even. yet none of that mattered. all that did was the way he was whisking you across the room, embracing you tight. feathered kisses, words of worship, lovesick eyes - truly a night to remember.

♡: mark, the foods going to burn... mk: guess so. but i'll eat anything made by you, burnt or not. ♡: the food is definitely burning right now!

#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟑 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 . . .

― renjun is a true artist and what is one of the most popular forms of art? paintings. he adores painting you, a truly enjoyable pastime. countless of times would you catch him sketching you, entrapping every detail of your soul onto a canvas or simply just the ripped page of a battered notebook. you have always been curious about his hobby so every now and then you'd have the honour of spending the hour painting with renjun.

there's something so dear about painting with someone you love. maybe it's the serenity, or the way the soul becomes so vulnerable yet so free on the canvas. whatever it was, things always felt so different when it would be the two of you.

evenings were always the time for such dates and soon enough the both of you would have long ago abandoned the canvases. it all had started when you had gotten frustrated with your piece of the day, for it could never compare to renjun's. so frustration took over, and you had painted a sad face on side of his face so very careful to not poke him in the eye. your shaky attempt at frown reminded you of the earlier days where it was socially acceptable to paint on one’s face and so you didn’t stop.

you enjoyed it and he could tell as he too abandoned his own piece to paint on you. the way he carefully held your giggling bod still and swirled his brush against your exposed skin from the blush of your cheeks, to the dent of your collarbones. you always found renjun prettier when he was focused and now he was focused on every part of you, adorning you with works of his own. yet none of his paintings could ever compete with the beauty of you.

♡: you always make me look so beautiful, renjun. rj: you just simply are, that's all.

#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 . . .

― jeno is a man sent from the heavens, carved by zeus himself and blesses the undeserving earth with his presence. basically, he's a sweet man with big, beefy arms you kinda just want to chomp and snuggle against. (the indescribable things i'd do to be embraced by the lee jeno can not be said aloud.)

cuddling is a simplistic show of affection and jeno must be the best person to hug in the whole world. a true safe place in this cruel world where you can finally let yourself be vulnerable and receive the love you oh so needed.

jeno loves hugging you. if it's after work, after a hard day, on the sofa, out of the blue, the man would be at your beck and cal. sometimes you didn't need to ask. he'd would be right there each and every time and he would love every hug he got to share with you. the thought of simply hugging you is everything to this lovesick puppy.

the hugs he loves the most are the ones you just needed the most. the ones where there was no need for an exchange of words or questioning eyes, just open arms. there was no other soul on this very earth who could make you feel so loved yet so weak in his arms that you could swear you could break, and sometimes you did. but he was there, and that's all you needed.

there's something so intense between each hug - tight embraces, soft hums, tender kisses, and the alignment of both your hearts. with each hug, jeno told you he loved you without the need for a single word.

jn: … (i love you) ♡: … (i love you too)

#𝟎𝟔𝟎𝟔 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 . . .

― now it's no surprise to us when i say haechan adores physical touch. he honestly invented the love language itself. so of course, the dude is very much in love with you and the act of kissing you. every chance he got, he kissed you every time. but if there was one thing haechan loves more than kissing you, it's you kissing him.

imagine just kissing every inch of this man who deserves all the love in the world! he loves it when you kiss his moles with whispered words of praise in between. he never lets you miss one and always points out one just to get another kiss.

he's a giggling mess and you are too. hiding underneath the bed covers, tracing your hands against his bare skin, enjoying the way he writhes in anticipation for your next kiss. it's a game you both enjoy too much.

don't worry, you always get your fair share of kisses. he loves kissing the details of your skin and he loves even more the reaction he earns with each one (cocky dude). there isn't a single part of you he dislikes. oh, and if you too are blessed with moles of your own, he'll find each and every one to give a tickling kiss. sometimes he'll call them stars, sometimes its the cute dots of ladybugs - every single blemish, scar and mole would be loved, for haechan is just utterly in love with your very being down to the last detail.

hc: you know moles are where your lover kissed you in your past life? ♡: really? you must have given me these then. hc: and in your next life, you’ll have so many more for me to kiss…

#𝟏𝟑𝟎𝟖 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 . . .

― bubble baths. i can't explain it easily, but there's something so romantic about bubble baths. jaemin isn't necessarily joining you, but if wants to, he can hop in my imagine bath tub. he's actually the one preparing them for you. he'll always want his lover to feel a tease, he could never let you drown yourself in stress.

every now and then he would prepare the perfect bubble bath, filling the tub with hot water, scented ointments, expensive soap and even a dash of petals. you can tell he enjoys doing it too as he'll usually greeted by the man himself at the door, wearing the proudest smile. he doesn't hesitate in sweeping you off your feet, always nagging for you to relax while he takes care of everything else.

he always prepares a lot, paying attention to every detail he knows you'll love. your favourite song plays, a calming scent drift from the candles he's lit, there'll always be a glass of your favourite drink by your side and your favourite pjs hang against the door for you to slip in after.

as you lay in the bath, wading your hands against the water that’s just right, you sometimes feel shy under jaemin’s attentive and kind gaze. You may even complain about it all being too much but he’s quick to hush you with a kiss. jaemin just wants you to enjoy the serenity every now and then, he can’t handle seeing the one he loves struggling. he enjoys spoiling you and he loves seeing your tense body finally give up and melt. this week he’ll read you a book as he sits beside the bathtub, not caring if you splash a little water onto him. the next he’ll let you enjoy a movie, and the one after, he’ll bring you a meal for you to enjoy whether that be a fast food burger or home cooked pasta. chivalry could never be dead with jaemin around.

jm: it's time you to take a break! ♡: you already did this for me like last week! jm: it's not illegal for you to take regular breaks, okay?

#𝟐𝟐𝟏𝟏 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 . . .

― you know that genre of romance scenes where the main couple help the other put on a necklace, fix a tie, button up their shirt, brush their hair etc, that - all of that. the simplicity of getting ready with a lover is so dreamy and chenle is indeed the man of everyone's dream.

the intensity shared between the two of you is unmatched. the bliss silence, hesitant touches, enchanted eye contact... gosh i'm blushing. when he stands behind you, letting his fingers graze the back of your neck to clasp the new necklace he's bought you. a compliment leaves his lips to touch upon the shell of your ear. he never dares to hide from your watchful eyes in the reflection and neither do you.

chenle lets his fingers glide down you bare back to zip the material of your outfit together. he holds you still while his hand painstakingly slowly moves up your spine for him to stop with a soft “all done”, enamoured by you and only you. and when he places you in front of the vanity mirror, threading his fingers through your hair, taking his time in watching, no, worshipping your very being in a blissful silence

the tension would almost be too much to bear. the way he gazes down at you while your busy fixing the tie he has clearly messed up on purpose. he always catches himself enjoying it all too much. something about the close proximity, focused eyes and building tension that's got his knees on the verge of buckling. just every moment chenlesees you, he swears he's fallen in love with you all over again.

cl: so b- ♡: you're going to call me beautiful again, aren't you?

#𝟎𝟓𝟎𝟐 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 . . .

― now me and mr park jisung don't have a lot in common, but we do share the epitome of being awkward (he just pulls it off better than me. so it's fair to say that hand holding would get jisung weak in the knees. he's just a tall grown man with the soul of a little child and who's hopelessly in love with you.

and i must say, jisung has got the prettiest hands i've ever seen, no wonder you can't hold yourself back from slipping your hands into his. it makes him jump every time but he'd hold hands with you forever if he could.

it begins with the two of you walking side by side and a noticeable brush of hands. then a classic pinkie lock comes into play and jisung is in a mess already. and finally you'll intertwine your fingers with his once again. it's shock to his poor heart every time it occurs. he'd never let his eyes meet your face, he's far to weak to look at your beautiful face. he would simply falter and break under your loving gaze.

hand holding is a timeless classic move that is every loner's dream. does jisung wish he could experience the sensation of holding hands with you for the first time? very much so!

♡: you're adorable, jisung. js: … (internal monologue about how much he's in love with you)

january 2023 © hon3yteddy

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yongislong · 2 years

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take care of you.

wc/genre: idk the word count... established relationship with non!idol jaemin, college au, domestic, other dreamies are mentioned, not proofread EEK spooky

cw/note: none as always, another late night post!! lol. inspired by the song take care of you by giriboy pls give it a listen, its jaemin as a song in my opinion! tysm for requesting btw anon! i tried to combine what i think was a couple of the suggested prompts since i don't write smut! ahh idk i hope you enjoy!

it was mid october.

at precisley 11:00, scattered all over the expanse of your dorms' hallway lounge, you and the dreamies were tuned into the freeform 31 nights of halloween movie marathon. the heater had broken, yet that was not enough for haechan to halt your 4 year tradition of hogging the resting area down the hall for movie night. instead you all opted to wrap yourselves up in various christmas themed blankets from years beforehand to keep warm.

extra fuzzy robes, colorful socks and hot packs had been passed around the room by jeno in order to assure everyone's coziness.

time passed as you all got comfortable.

renjun took up a beanbag so big he looked as though an angel took purchase on on a cloud, jeno and chenle cuddled up like two sulky cats on the left side of the L shaped couch, while mark and haechan were in a slightly heated discussion about the logistics of the corspe bride that continued to play on the old tv across the couch.

jisung had passed out as soon as he twisted himself well enough to be considered comfortable to his standards. he sat curled up on a nearby armchair. his long limbs draped over one side, his head borderline handing upside down on the other. exam prep had clearly made the poor chick too sleepy for his own good.

you and jaemin had been in your own world for the past couple of minutes now (aside from the idea that jaemin suggested about being victor and emily for halloween)

he had his right arm supporting behind his head as he let his left arm sling along the back of your waist. you laid your entire weight on his body but he didn't seem to mind. he's always told you to never hold back. he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as you can.

its hard to not feel secure with someone like jaemin.

you looked up from the position you had on his chest. you noticed how his GIANT arms flexed and unflexed as his hand came down to cup the left side of your cheek.

he runs his thumb over your brow. moving all the way down to trace down the underside of your jaw and pull you chin up towards him to meet his eyes once you look away.

he thought you were the prettiest person in the world.

"getting shy now, huh?" he whispers and you feel his breath slightly flutter the baby hairs over the expanse of your forehead.

"god jaem could your head get any bigger, you had a booger in your nose idiot" you mutter.

his giggles come out in breaths and he bumps his nose to your temple in an effort to muffle his laugh from the nearby boys.

"whatever, i know you think im pretty, hmph," he pouts and shuffles to return his arm to support the back of his head on the couch arm.

"yeah, yeah and what if i do... just shut up and watch the movie..."

his smug smile is a stark contrast from his actions, as he repositions you more comfortably on his chest, he makes sure the blanket reaches your feet and that your hoodie is pulled up far enough to keep your ears warm from the nipping cold. mumbling broken mantras about how it was his duty to make sure you're all taken care of.

needless to say jaemins warmth lulled you so sleep as he set one of his hands under your hoodie to rub shapes on the side of your bare waist.

he woke up before everyone else the next morning.

thank goodness he did, jae wanted to admire your adorable puffy morning face before the rest of the world awoke.

he traced the bridge of your nose and fixed your frazzled hair before tugging your head back into the hood of your sweater with a kiss to the space between your brows, tip of your nose and cupids bow.

"hmm stop... moving. go back to bed lovebird," you said groggily and he giggled at the snarky nickname.

theres no other way he would've rather spent the morning after the sleepover. so in an attempt to silence him, he let you muffle his words of protest by pushing his face to your chest and slinging a leg over his hips, letting the rest of your left leg hang over the edge of the couch.

guess theres still a bit more time before your 9 am lecture...

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nanaloco · 1 year

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part 2 of being best friends with jaemin pls ... i cried /pos

More than friends? Pt 2 - Best friends to lovers

Wc: 2.08K

This is a part 2 of the it’s complicated series’ Jaemin part (part one), but this is pretty much stand alone <3

Warnings: none really. Girly pop Jaemin, Kdrama-like-cheesyness, shy Jaemin (at the beginning *lol*), emojis in my writing 😁, although it’s quite short, I’d say it’s slow burn, lots of beating around the bush, one off dick joke, minimal swearing

Genre: bestfriend!Jaemin x Gn!reader, best friends to lovers. Tooth rotting fluff, crack fic kinda (a lot of bickering)

Featuring - 7 dream lol

Tysm anon for requesting 💕

It was an ordinary day meaning an ordinary hang out at Jaemins place with him and his friends who, a this point were your friends too. Jaemin had been quick to his feet to get some meat for a barbecue (after you had said you were craving ribs) along with Jeno, and Jisung who had tagged along for snacks; leaving you with Chenle, Renjun and Mark as Haechan was arriving later.

“ Y/n, I know that we've kinda asked this question before, but we wanna like reaaally discuss it this time” Mark starts with his hands clasped, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. “Have you ever like, with Jaemin like, have you ever-“ “seen him as more than a friend?” Chenle cuts him off eagerly, Renjun staring at you with anticipation. “Uhmm, what does that mean?”

Truth is, you hadn't actually really thought about it. It's only at times like these when one of these three slyly ask you these types of questions, only then is when you really think back on your relationship with Jaemin. 'Y/n, really think about it okay.’

He's a really reliable person, call him and he's there for you, whenever you need. When you're hungry, or when you've had a bad day at work, or a bad week, just wherever a pick me up hang out sesh is in order. Even when you don't need him, he's there, invading your personal space or in your kitchen cooking food. In other words, you really trust him and he's someone really special and important to you as you want to be the person he can rely on too. A shoulder to lean on. Someone you can always count on.

How he would always offer to pick you up from work or to just be your chaperone in general. The activities he books for you two, How he put his hands over yours while you were making pottery mugs. Not just your booked activities but things you two do together, buy groceries together, head to the market together he'd even go with you to any cosmetic appointments like nails,a hair cut, being your hair done, no matter how long because he loves you (but you still remain oblivious.)

"Hmm well, he might make a good boyfriend..

They're all almost giving you deathglares at this point a really good boyfriend" "aaaaaaaand?"

"And? We're just friends, I know that how he sees it, he's just that nice to everyone, thats jow jaemin is." "YIn, what are we going to eat today?" Renjun deadpans "who shot up out of their seat and threw their shoes on as soon as you said you were craving Barbecue meat" chenle adds "Be so serious Y/n..

Truthfully, the possibility Jamin ever liked you never crossed your mind, you just thought he was kind to everyone, which is why you refrained from seeing him in that way.

"Would you kiss him?" Mark questions while smirking and raising his eyebrows.

Would you kiss Jaemin? You thought to yourself covering your face out of shyness, Thinking back to the times you'd see his teasingly try to kiss jisung and everyone else when teasing, skipping you (out of respect) only wishing you'd be included too. Thinking back to the vlogs he'd take randomly in the day and send to you where half his face takes up the whole camera when you notice your lips drifting towards his as his soft voice ambiently rambles on in the background of your chaotic thoughts innocently going on about what this old lady said to him in on the way to work.

You uncover your eyes only to be met by Haechan right in your face, lips puckering. "EW HAECHAN GROSS" you say whacking his head to the side. "Everyone THIS is a NORMAL REACTION to thinking about kissing your bestest friend in the world, not that minute long evaluation" haechan goes on to explain after conducting his research. “Ok y/n you're not fooling anyone, it's so obvious you like him" Renjun blurts out. "But it's ok, we're here to help, we're not going to tell him anything, we're here to support you Y/n" Chenle adds. "I'm afraid if you don't take our Jamin off of us, no one will" Haechan says faking tears. "yeah man, that dude hasn't even held hands with anyone before-" Renjuns hands is flying to marks mouth at that pin point "we're supposed to be hyping him up" he says massaging his nose bridge out of stress.

Little do you know, Chenle has been recapping your whole conversation, taking notes of your body language in their groupchat Y/n and Jaemin K-1-S-S-I-N-G' with Chenle, Mark (because he begged to be added), Renjun, Hyuk and Jaemin

*what a liar*. So Jamin knows what's going on, and throughout the conversation, the 4 sitting in-front of you had been slyly messaging in the groupchat, and when Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung get home, it's time for phase two of their self curated plan.

Jaemin sits down on the other side of the couch next to you while Jeno stands over the nearest couch to the door, Jisung sits right im between you two to show you the snacks he got meanwhile the original for audibly sigh, slap their foreheads and roll their eyes (this is why Jisung wasn't added to the g) they all get up, Mark signalling to Jeno to go and Chenle grabbing Jisung by his hoodie and dragging him out.

God, what's going on, what have they done your thought to yourself as you're left in the room with a very nervous Jaemin.

Jeno had gone to start the barbecue, Jisungs probably in the basement playing games and who knows where everyone else is.

After an unusably long moment of silence, Jaemin takes a breath and goes "do you want to go out to the patio dining area?" You agree and the two of you are now outside, on your backs opposite each other on his garden chairs, staring at the stars.

The sky is clear, with the faint smell of the barbecue and smoke in the distance, and the crickets chirping. It's a good day today, what a relaxing way to end it. "Hey" he says, "hey" you say turning to look at him who's already looking at you. You guys are never this awkward. What's going on.

"Let's finish this conversation another time" he says swiftly getting up, heat rushing to his cheeks.

You get up following suit "let me see what Jenos doing" he exclaims preparing to run away; but before he can you grab his wrist, spinning him back around. "Why should we continue it later?"

You ask.

"Because." "Because what" "it's too

hard" "what's too hard?" You say in disgust, taking a step back "NOT LIKE THAT GOD Y/N" he screams swinging his hands to his head gripping his hair while crouching down. "I'm joking" you say giggling to yourself. Shooting back up "it's that" he says pointing at your smiling mouth. You just look up at him confused and he does a little 360 spin of frustration. " listen, let's talk another time he says turning back around to go to Jeno, which you only grab his wrist and spin him back round. "Don't want to" you tease as he covers his face.

“You're too much for me, I don't know how much longer I can do this" he sighs "DO WHAT!?" « CAN'T SAY!" "WHY NOT" "BECAUSE | SAID SO!???"

"Na jaemin you drive me crazy"

" DRIVE YOU CRAZY!?" he laughs pointing to himself and you as he says each pronoun, wiping his forehead and turning around, laughing at what you just said.

*You can't even imagine what I'm going through" he says as he runs his hands through his hair

"THEN JUST TELL ME!!???" "NEVER" you push him onto the couch and get on top of him, holding him by his collars "Na Jaemin I swear to god" *if you don't tell me right now I'm going to lose my mind" you say holding up your fist at him who's shielding his face.

—-

Meanwhile

"OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HIM I CAN'T WATCH" Haechan exclaims covering his eyes yet peeking through the gaps *SHUSH THEY'RE GONNA HEAR YOU" Renjun whisper shouts. I can't believe he only lived until 22" he says wiping his fake tears *if I knew this was how it would turn out I wouldn't have said the things I said" Mark cries, with genuine tears "dude are you seriously crying?" "SHUT UP LOOK LOOK LOOK"

—-

". fine.. I'll tell you..... if you get off of me"

You agree, releasing him, standing with your arms crossed "shoot'

"So I-* he runs away before he finishes, instinctively you run after him, tackling him to the ground when you catch up to him.

Both breathing frantically, hearts beating fast as you land on top of him, hovering over him, just staring into each others eyes.

"What is it" you whisper, curiosity eating you alive

"Fine, l'lI tell you" he whispers matching your tone, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes.

“Y/n" he pauses, looking back at your lips then to your eyes, “I think, I like you" he says in his low whisper voice, his voice sounding like honey dripping down your ears.

Everything about this is perfect wow. Your heart has been beating abnormally fast for too long to blame it on the running you did moments before.

You two just stare at each other for a while, your elbows now reaching the floor, your hands delicately above his head grazing his silk strands, his hands on either side of his head.

"Am I being rejected?" He smiles responding to your silence.

"no.”

"do you like me as much as I like you?" "maybe."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

His hand delicately holds your jaw, your eyes fluttering closed as he brings his head up off the ground to join your lips together, in a short, sweet kiss. He draws back slowly opining his eyes, and you follow suit. His lips form into a wide grin, and you pinch his cheeks,he just stares back at you, with joy filled eyes.

"So can you get off of me now?" "Hm?" "I said can you get off of me now?”

He repeats again in a teasing way, tickling your sides, you roll over squealing to lay on your back next to him, staring up at the sky, heart swelling with happiness. I can't believe he likes me.

Your sweet moment is soon interrupted by Jamins balcony door opening to see Renjun, Chenle, Haechan and Mark come out cheering 📣📣

"JAEMIN YOU'RE SO COOL!!!!" You hide your face in the crook of Jamins neck. *Jaemin what are we Haechan screams cooing, imitating your voice to which you put your fist up and he hides behind Renjun. "Man I wish Jeno was here to see this" mark sighs " who said I wasn't he comes out of the barbecue section on the side of the house with his phone on record mode. Only making the situation ten times worse.

"Jisungs too stupid to understand this, leave him out of this" Chenle grimaces. "RIGHT, EVERYONE ASSEMBLE ON THE PATIO FOR A CELEBRATORY BARBECUE" Haechan shouts from the balcony while Chenle messages Jisung that there's food.

You're now all seated at the outside seating area, enjoying the barbecue that you so rightfully suggested, noticing Jamins eyes constantly on you, which you chose to ignore. But every time your eyes meet, you just feel more and more queasy, lovesick and you need a break. His smile only grows more and more from ever dirty look and action you make trying to get him to stop looking.

"So can I be your boyfriend?" Jaemin blurts out across the table, Jisung in shock.

"OOOUUU JAEMINNN" everyone but Jisung coos

"Yeah,I guess" you say looking down at your lap, Haechan beginning a group applause.

"Damn, she stole my bitch" Jisung sighs

"Jisung you're actually so cringe" Renjun sighs

"Never say that ever again" Chenle adds.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! This is my first full length fic and I have to admit I got a bit carried away, but I hope you enjoyed

As always, love you guys 💕

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jaehyunssi · 8 months

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neighbor - l.mk

synopsis: after breaking up with your boyfriend, you spent hours crying in the middle of the night. your loud and nonstop cries made mark knocks your door to find out what’s going on

neighbor!mark x reader - fluff - oneshot please read slowly for full experience + listen to any fluff playlist u have!

“Mark?”

When you heard someone knocking at your door at one in the morning, you didn’t expect that it would be your neighbor, Mark. Well, living in a cheap apartment won’t give you any guarantee that the walls would be soundproof too, you guessed. But one thing that surprise you more is how the man you almost know nothing about is standing in front of your door, looking worried.

You take a breath from your mouth, since your nose is clogged from the excessive crying. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” If he has got to be honest, he doesn’t know either. One thing that led him to find himself standing in front of you is how long and loud you cried that whole night. Probably two or three hours, which made him somehow wants to run to see you, maybe making sure you’re okay, or, well, he doesn’t really have the clearest idea too.

You tilt your head. “Yes…?”

“I really want to answer you, but your face looks-“

“Hideous?” You cut his words. “I know. Well, isn’t that clear enough for someone who just got dumped.”

Mark swallows his saliva. He doesn’t even know anything about you yet other than a girl who lives one door on his right yet the first thing he knows about something personal from you is the fact that you broke up with your boyfriend, who he also didn’t know the existence of.

“You don’t look okay, you know.” He looks at you, still. From your puffy eyes to your red nose, maybe the tears that has dried up on your cheeks, or even your lips that looks more blushed than it always be. “You could use a friend.”

The man with the white t-shirt covering his upper body somewhat surprised you with his sentence. When you first saw Mark, knowing that he would be your new neighbor after replacing the previous one who got married, you never thought he would be someone who cares so much about a stranger crying. You can’t lie that you were afraid that he’ll ask you to shut up, but this is not in any scenario of what thought you wanted to happen.

“Only if you want to see kleenex all over the couch..”

He smiles after letting out a quick chuckle. “I can get used to that quickly.”

You opened the door voluntarily after confirming his willingness to see a stranger at her worst. The man took off his sandals before finally entering the living room. Finally witnessing the scene where you spent almost three hours crying over someone who cheated on you with your own enemy. He turns his head, looking at you that by now is closing the door.

“Told you.” You raised your eyebrows.

But he shakes his head. “This is not bad at all.”

“Not even The Notebook playing on the TV?”

“Well…” He squints his eyes. “Not really a great movie to be a companion for heartbroken person.”

You laughed. “Okay, Mr. Rotten Tomatoes, let me clean up this place for you.”

Everyone needs a friend, and a friend needs someone to be the friend for. For as long as Mark knows, he loves the feeling to be needed. He loves when someone asks him to hangout with them or just to help them do something, but this is the first time Mark ever asks for someone to need him. As someone who’s actually really friendly, he never thought he would find himself asking for someone to make him their friend, until he knocked on a girl’s apartment door today.

As Mark put the hot cocoa powder on a mug he found on your kitchen, he began to think of why he had never talked to you before. He felt stupid, but at the same time, it was such a great choice for him to see your face clearly now. Somewhat a great timing, somehow grateful that you got dumped, somewhat relieved that he can finally talk to someone that he can only look at since he moved to this apartment you both lived at.

He doesn’t even know what made him scared to talk to you before. You’re not even a scary person.

“Oh my… what?” You grab the warm mug Mark hands you to. “Did you make this while I was cleaning the living room? How did you even…”

He lifts his shoulder. “Well, I have to do something.”

“Oh, come sit here.” You pat on the couch you’re sitting on. It’s a long couch you’re proud of. You remember the first time you bought it and you brag it to everyone who has ever been to your apartment. It was somewhat your best purchase. “You’re my guest, you know. A new one, even.”

“I know but I wouldn’t want your tears on this drink.”

“You’re pretty annoying to someone you just know ten minutes ago.”

He smiles. Now that you realized, he never let go of his smile. “Do you want to tell me about that break up then?”

You shook your head before sipping the hot cocoa Mark made. “This is nice.” You look at him watching you drinking the masterpiece he made. If only you knew, Mark had to look at the instructions on the can before he made it for you. “Can I know about you instead?”

“Me?” He points at himself, which you nod to. “There’s nothing much to tell about me.”

“There must be something.”

“I think it’s safe to say I’m not that exciting to know about.” He wraps his arms on the head rest on top of the couch, almost erasing the distance between the two of you. You keep your position still, as you still looking at those brown eyes of his.

“I hope no one told you that.”

The man chuckles. “Just me.”

You sighed, then you stand up, wanting to put the already finished mug of hot cocoa on the kitchen sink. But the sudden movement made you stumble, almost falling down right to the floor, before you land your other feet on the right positiont as Mark instinctively holds your back.

“God, are you really okay?” He looks at you as he helps you stand correctly. His arms are holding yours as you try to gain your full vision. “Can I..” He lifts his hand, stopping right in front of your forehead until you give him a nod to touch it. His furrowed eyebrows gave you a hint of something wrong.

“(Y/n), should we go see a doctor? You’re having a fever.”

You shake your head while you close your eyes. “No, please. I want to stay.”

“This can get worse, you know?”

“I know, I know. But, please.”

Mark let out a heavy breath. He helps you sit on your couch, putting his hand once more on you, but this time, on your neck. Knowing that it’s really a fever, his face is now not giving any friendly expression.

“Wait, okay?” He told you before leaving you alone.

You nodded.

Mark quickly run to the kitchen, looking for any clean napkin as fast as he can before he runs it through water. He grabbed a bowl of water, trying to give you a compress, at least for you to get better than your now temperature. “(Y/n)? Hang on, okay?”

You nod, again.

Mark haven’t really done this before, so he doesn’t know if he needs a hot water or a warm one, a cold water or a lukewarm one. So he made 4 bowls of water, each one with its own temperature. He found your bedroom quickly, running from here and there to put the bowls right beside your bed.

“Hey.” You can hear his voice, the way he pants, trying to catch a breath after running around your apartment. “I’m gonna carry you, okay?” He asked.

“What? No… no…” You shake your head.

He crouched down, grab your cheek for him to get a better look at you. Probably now, probably just now, he just realized how beautiful the stranger in front of him is. He doesn’t know what’s hypnotizing, your eyes, or your nose, or your lips, or, is it just you.

“Let me help you.” He told you as his eyes go back from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes again. “Please.”

You can’t really think much of what’s happening, but hearing him pleading made you say okay.

Now, the only thing that you know is that you’re no longer at the couch now. You can see your arms wrapping on Mark’s shoulder and neck, you can’t even believe how close your face is to his. You began to wonder if any man has ever worried about you this much. You began to think if Mark knows how nice this feels to you.

“Hey…” You called him, not really know why you forgot his name. But you’re clearly not fully conscious.

Your call made Mark stopped in the middle of his way on carrying you to your bed, just right before your bedroom door. “Hey.” He smiles. “Are you okay?”

You smile at him back. “Yeah.”

“Okay, one more step.”

You probably passed out because you don’t know what happens after that, but Mark managed to carry you safely to your bed, gently put down your body and he didn’t wake you up. He keeps compressing you, with the cool water after looking up about it on the internet. Placing the compress, sinking it on the bowl, placing it again, repeating the step for probably an hour.

The man watches you. Hearing you snore on your sleep made him relieve. At least you didn’t have any trouble on sleeping, and that’s good enough for him to know that you’re going to have a good rest tonight. He smiles, he thinks he never smiled this much on a day throughout his life. Maybe he did, but maybe, he has been giving a different smile to you today.

Mark tucks your hair behind your ear, not wanting any strand of it to get wet from the water excess from the compress cloth. He can’t find something else more appealing to look at other than your sleeping face. It’s crazy to him, that taking care of you, who’s still a stranger that turns out to be sick after crying for three hours, would be something that feels somewhat like heaven.

Maybe you’re the heaven he’s been wondering about after all these times.

“(Y/n)?”

Even though he didn’t expect it, you woke up. “Hm?” You responded, not really sure what Mark just said.

“Ask me to stay.” He pleaded.

“… What?” You try to open your eyes, only to see him sitting down on the floor as his hands holding the compress on your forehead. “Mark… what are you… why are you there?”

Mark stays quiet, his other hand is on top of your blanket, making sure that you stayed warm. “Ask me to stay with you, (y/n).”

You look at him in his eyes. “But… why?”

“I’ll stay, if you want me to.”

Mark doesn’t have the slightest clue of how or why he would ask you to ask him to stay, but he wants to. He wants to stay, even if it means he’s going to stay up all night changing the compress, checking your temperature, making sure that the heat goes down, he wants to do all that.

“I can’t say no to that face.” You laughed.

And Mark think he just fell in love.

a/n - hey! im back and i bring something fluffy (again) since mark has been on my mind whenever i play niki or lauv lol. and yeah please talk to me about how u feel abt this!!! slid thru the askbox or make some notes<3 ily all thank u so much

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