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hoshieeyewrinkles · 3 months

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• Nct dream as bad boys falling in love with you. •

♡ Notes. Alt. When you are the good girl who fell in love with them.

♡ Cheesy as hell.

♡ stereotypical bad boy and good girl.

♡ Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.

♡ Reader is innocent and sometimes a dumbass

♡ Not requested [ requests are open tho. Pls go through my pinned post before requesting]

Mark

~ randomass bad boy

~ spots you during recess in the hallways.

~ could not stop thinking about you after that, your cute keychain hanging off your bag, the little giggles you let out with your looser friends as he calls them. All had him going crazy

~ waits in the same hallway everyday even though he doesn't have any classes there, only to glance at you.

~ grins like an idiot after you shyly smiled at him once.

~ "you are such a creep, mark." "shut up haechan"

~ he finally asked you out one day after some great encouragement from his friends ( haechan threatening him to ask you out or else he will) . Was nervous that you might get scared because of his eyebrow piercings and bad reputation.

~ was surprised that you accepted, looking at him with doe eyes and a cute grin. He fell harder before he could even process your reply.

~ his life improves because of you. Your pouts and little scoldings you give him for not wearing a helmet or coming late. It all made him change as he avoided everything bad to make you happy.

~ "I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to come late. Don't be mad please" Screaming.

Renjun

~ certified tsundere

~ found you so annoying at first. Why did you have to finish all the work at time and be such a good girl?

~ and why the fuck did you have you have to walk around with your gaze down? Can't you look forward for fuck's sake?

~ everything you did kinda annoyed him at first and yet he couldn't understand why he made sure no one bullied you or laughed at you.

~ glares at anyone who looks at you for long time.

~ "she is so fucking annoying, walking around cutely with that stupid banana milk like tf" "renjun you are in love with her"

~ realises he has a crush on you. Panics. Gets more annoyed.

~ walks you home one day making you confused. Carries your books. Sits beside you in every class you guys share. Lends you his leather jacket when you are cold. Brings you banana milk everyday.

~ you're confused but you can't help but feel all giddy in your stomach when he acts like that. You give him a cupcake one day.

~ he stared at it the entire class. He is not gonna eat it. He'll preserve it forever.

~ you pecked his cheek one day to calm him down as he ruthlessly punched a boy after he made fun of you

~ pulls you into a kiss in front of everyone.

~ chuckles so sweetly when you blush. You take his bruised hands in yours worriedly all while he stares at you as if you are his entire world. (Which you are)

~ "No one's ever gonna hurt you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

Jeno

~ Bad boy next door

~ you are his neighbour. All he does is blast loud music with his friends creating ruckus in his backyard. His parents are always out of town.

~ you are the new girl who moved next door with your strict parents.

~ he watches you watering your plants everyday. Notices the little glances you threw at his way and how you stammer to reply when he waves hi at you with a lazy smirk on his face. "Whatcha looking at sweetheart?"

~ he finds so you so fucking adorable.

~ throws away his cigarettes whenever you catch him smoking, you don't mind but he doesn't want to scare you. So he tries to change his appearance, hides his tattoos and piercings.

~ frankly, he doesn't understand why tf he cares so much about what you think but he can't stop thinking about you. Especially after you gazed at him with the softest eyes when he came home bruised. Asking him to come inside your home so you can bandage him.

~ he knew you had very present and strict parents (something which he can't relate to) yet you still took the risk to call him in.

~ he straight up confesses to you one fine day when you were aiding his bruises (a little routine between you guys when your parents aren't home)

~ he climbs through your bedroom window even if your parents are present. He doesn't give two fucks. All he wants to do is see his angel. "I haven't seen you since yesterday princess, let me have a look please"

~ you accept his confession without hesitance and reassures him that you don't care about his appearance and he doesn't need to change himself.

~ he falls in love with you harder than ever, god forbid if jeno even sees a scratch on you. You're his little treasure, his everything. He will fight against the world for you, will jump in the fire for you.

~ "come on baby, don't scold your nono pls" a true Samoyed.

Haechan

~ resident's bad boy.

~ has the most gaze ever, looks like he is the scariest person alive but is actually a little tease.

~ don't think he doesn't throw punches tho, beats the shit out of people just for leaning on his bike.

~ spots you in the midnight carrying a tub of ice cream in your hand, walking out of the supermarket. Yeah he thought you were a dumbass to walk alone at midnight.

~ tries to ignore you but fails when he spots creepy looking guys following you. They start to corner you and haechan sighs before stepping in.

~ takes out his pocket knife and the guys starts sprinting away. Haechan turns back expecting you to look at him with fear but was surprised to find you staring at him with jaw open and flushed cheeks. "what the fuck are you? A damsel in distress?"

~ he kinda roasted you but you didn't care, shyly thanking him. He scoffs before asking you to hop on his motorcycle.

~ drops you home and asks your name. He chants your name in his mind after that.

~ you were pleasantly surprised to find him near the same supermarket the next day, turns out he has his little garage there. "What's up princess? wanted to see me again, yeah?"

~ after that he looks forward to your little meet ups. He lifts you up and puts you on his motorcycle seat while he fixes the engine. Mentally gushing at how cute you look with your little brain trying to understand what he is doing. "Yes this definitely looks like a donut princess"

~ lets you ramble about the books you read and even tries reading them so he can talk about more stuff with you.

~ confesses to you on a random thursday under scorching heat near his garage. Kisses you so passionately when you smile at him, not needing to hear any other words.

~ "Princess, you got some grease on your nose." Literally will do anything for you.

Jaemin

~ weirdass bad boy

~ sells weed and anyone can tell that he is a high mf all the time.

~ you were dared by your friends to buy weed. (They tricked you to buy it for them)

~ you nervously went near Jaemin who sells weed in the basement of some sus building.

~ he looked so scary at first glance but gave you the sweetest smile once he looked at you.

~ he knew you were too innocent and nice to buy this shit so he tried to talk you out. Finds you so adorable as you stammer to reply. Eventually you didn't buy because he convinced you. "Good girls don't do such things, sweetheart."

~ Jaemin later wondered why he didn't let you buy it when he could have gotten some good cash but something inside him just melted when he saw your big orbs.

~ after a few days you were pressurized again by your fakeass friends to go inside his basement while they waited outside. Jaemin was surprised to see you again but the disappointment on his face was real when you asked him for weed again.

~ he goes out of the basement and gives the deadliest glare at your friends who then proceeds to run away.

~ "what did I tell you last time princess?"

~ you became friends with him after that and he protects you all the time. Picks you up and drops you home. Makes sure no mf comes near you.

~ eventually he stopped doing all the shady shit, though he didn't change his shady appearance because duh he is a bad boy. He did it all for you cause you deserve a good person and even though he is not one, he will try his best to be one for you.

~ takes you to ice cream dates every weekend and one day you confess to him. He went quiet for a few moments before looking at you deep in the eyes and gave you the same sweet smile again.

~ is the most clingy and softest boyfriend ever. So protective and treats you as if you were made of glass.

~ "No doll, don't lift such heavy things. You will get hurt, go sit there and let me do it."

Chenle

~ didn't even know people considered him bad news. He thought everyone loved him.

~ he is a brat, does what he wants and gets what he wants. Frankly just enjoying his life in the most rebellious way as possible.

~ he does illegal car races and that's how he finds you there among all the rich brats, though you weren't one. You were just here to accompany your friends.

~ realises he never saw you here before. Comes over and tries to flirt with you but was surprised to see you acting all shy and nervous.

~ knows you weren't meant to be here "You shouldn't be here in places like this unless your family is influential enough. Let me drop you home cutie"

~ drops you home in his sports car and asks for your number.

~ at first he just wanted to flirt around with you but days went by and he couldn't stop thinking about your little nerd talks.

~ you were such a breath of fresh air in his life. He didn't even want to take you to his car races because it's full of shady people and you are his sweet angel who shouldn't be in the eyes of such people.

~ but after you gave him your puppy eyes, he just couldn't refuse "Alright princess, don't talk to anyone and just stay here with jisung."

~ comes to you after every race he wins and you confess to him.

~ "what do you mean? I thought you were already mine?" Asksksk he genuinely thought you guys were

~ kisses you passionately after every race he wins.

~ he never thought he would want to settle down in life but he can't stop thinking about you as his bride, you are his future and his final dream.

~ "Do you even realise how precious you are to me?"

Jisung

~ the most quietest and minds his own business type of guy.

~ you were the one who developed a crush on him first after seeing him in the hallways with his leather jacket on and a small smirk on his face while talking to his friends.

~ all he does is hang out with his little friend group and beats people who annoy him. he was very mysterious tho.

~ you pass by the same hallway everyday to see him. You were sure he didn't even know you existed but you were so wrong.

~ he noticed your shy glances and cute nature everyday. He just ignores you because he feels he is bad news for you.

~ yet he feels himself smiling at random times thinking about your pretty smile. "Fuck she is so cute"

~ realises he should stop and one day gives you the iciest glare making you think he finds you annoying.

~ so you stop passing by the same hallway and don't look at him anymore.

~ he feels shit because he didn't mean to scare you. Asks for advice from his hyungs. They hollered and cheered because he finally developed a crush on someone. "Our jisung finally grew up awwww" "hyung please shut the fuck up"

~ he doesn't have a crush tho. He is straightass in love with you.

~ one day comes to you with a bouquet of roses and confesses in the most nervous tone ever.

~ your both faces were in the same colour as the roses. So cute omg

~ after that day you were known to be jisung's girl and everyone knew better than to mess with you.

~ you guys are the most cheesy and disgustingly cute couple. Often the target of his hyungs teasings. "I love you angel." "I could have lived my entire life without hearing those nicknames." "Haechan hyung please."

~ you tutor him sitting on his lap everyday while he nuzzles his face in your neck. "Stop kissing me ji"

~ "I'm sorry love, you are just so fucking adorable"

[That's it I have fed your guys delusions enough for today]

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layuhsblog · 3 months

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mark the type of boyfriend to snatch whatever jar you have in your hand and be like,

"i got it babe." and struggle at opening it for minutes

only for you to snatch it back with a deadpan expression on your face and open it while still maintaining eye contact.

"yo dude, how'd you do that-?"

#nct scenarios #nct mark imagines #nct mark fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct dream #nct mark #nct dream mark #nct fluff #nct 127

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scented-morker · 1 year

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Nct Dream when you call them by their first name

ik this is an old trend but I saw something about it recently and felt ✨inspired✨

#me 🤝 text fics #these are so fun and easy #I’m feeding y’all so much content recently 🤭#maybe I should actually write something soon lol #nct texts #nct dream texts #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream scenarios #nct dream sm au #nct mark fluff #nct renjun texts #nct renjun scenarios #nct jeno scenarios #nct jaemin scenarios #nct chenle texts #nct chenle scenarios #nct jisung texts #nct jisung scenarios

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ghostofhyuck · 2 months

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Taguan ng Anak series 1

CEO! Mark x former secretary! Reader

Summary: Years after you resigned as his secretary, Mark bumps into you once again, not knowing that something bloomed from your secret office love affair.

cw: mentions of pregnancy.

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It’s seldom for Mark to make time for himself.

Well to start, Mark excused himself that he’s in the mall to buy a gift, which is a surprising excuse for a CEO who’s such a workaholic. But in his defense, he wanted to buy a gift for his parent’s wedding anniversary and Mark wanted to make sure that he’ll be the one who’ll pick the gift personally.

That is why he’s in a well-known mall, wearing his casual clothes on a Saturday afternoon. The mall was pretty crowded given that it was a Saturday. Mark has been walking around thinking what to buy for his parents. It’s not like they’re hard to give presents, but Mark wanted to give them something special.

His feet dragged him to the mall’s department store, heading to the accessories section. Maybe his parents would like new sets of watches — that’s a bit common, Mark thinks. He had bought them watches many times. Mark ponders about it as he walks around the selections.

He didn’t notice that he’s in the jewellery section when a saleslady called his attention, offering him promos for a certain brand.

“You can be engraved in the ring! Are you going to buy it for someone special?” the saleslady asked.

As he stared at the display, Mark thought that it’ll be nice to buy his parents a new set of wedding rings, maybe they can even renew their vows. Thinking that it was a bright idea, Mark immediately asked for help from the saleslady who happily offered assistance for him.

Watching the jeweller engraved on his parent’s wedding anniversary date on the right, Mark couldn’t help but ponder at the thought of getting married. Seeing how happy his parents are and how their love created a strong and loving family, Mark wonders when it will be his turn.

But perhaps he’s passed his prime, all he can think about right now is the paperworks he left to his staff just because he decided to have a day-off.

“Thank you,” Mark mumbles as he grabs the paperbag from the saleslady. The paperbag felt light but Mark couldn’t help but feel lightened as he swayed the paperbag, excited for his parent’s reaction to his gift.

But just as he was about to walk away, a small figure bumped into him. It didn’t bother him a bit but the kid fell on the floor.

“Careful there!” he shouts. Helping the kid stand up. Mark then kneels down to check if the kid got any scratches but it seems like she wasn’t hurt at all.

“Sorry mister,” the kid apologises.

Mark looked at her and for a second, he felt something weird. The little girl looks eerily familiar that he can’t pinpoint it. For a minute, Mark thinks that he’s just seeing things so he gives her a smile, “it’s no worries, don’t run around okay? It’s dangerous.”

Looking left and right, it seems like the kid ran off from her parents. He stands up and offers his hand to the kid who immediately accepts it.

“What’s your name by the way? And where are your parents —”

“Minah!”

Mark wasn’t able to process everything when he heard a familiar voice and as he turned around, a familiar face welcomed him.

“It’s you,” Mark mumbled.

You stopped on your tracks, frozen to see your daughter with your former boss. You immediately bowed as an apology and snatched your daughter away from him.

“I’m really really sorry sir! I hope she didn’t disturb you,” you quickly said.

“Oh it’s nothing, and please, can we drop the sir? You’re no longer my secretary too,” he calmly said.

You only nod and as you felt that your daughter is now right beside you, you tried to walk away from the scene when Mark held your arms.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you,” Mark said quietly, as if he was trying to collect his words. “Can we talk?”

“What?” you asked.

His eyes landed on the child beside you, then as he looked at you, he gave you a meaningful smile. “I just wanna know how you have been.”

You thought that you could endure it. You thought that you could run away from everything — even from Minah’s father. From the very start, you always knew that it was forbidden. You were his secretary and he’s the head of the company. Everything was hidden, behind closed doors, and only hushed words that can be exchanged with you two alone together.

And damn it. It was Mark Lee. Mark Lee who’s loved by everyone, praised by his skills and nice personality. Mark Lee who Korea considers as one of their hottest bachelors. He was everything and then, there’s just you. His competent secretary who has to survive living in this world. Yet, you were willing to enter this kind of relationship. You were a fool to think that your romance with Mark will turn out right like the movies.

“So, how have you been?”

But it wasn’t. One day, you just woke up with an unexplained morning sickness and a trip to the hospital made you realise that your daydreams may not only ruin yours but also Mark’s future.

“I’m doing great, I found a better job with a better salary, I moved to a bigger apartment, and Kiwi’s still alive, still a grumpy cat you know?” you smiled, trying to brush off any topic that may land on the child next to you.

“I see,” Mark bitterly said. Grabbing the cup of coffee on his table. “So, who’s the little girl beside you?”

Your smile faded. You glanced at your daughter who innocently stared at you and your eyes wandered to the man in front of you.

“You know that there’s a possibility right?” Mark taunted, and you could only look at him with a guilty look. He still can read you after all.

“There’s no possibility Mark,” you told him. “She’s yours…I never entered a relationship after I gave birth.”

A beat of silence swallowed you too. You could only lower your head in shame.

“So why hide her from me? You think that I won’t take responsibility?” Mark’s tone turned full of anger and disappointment.

“No! It’s not like that, I just…I don’t want this to get into your way.”

You saw how Mark’s forehead creased, “what are you talking about?”

“Mark, we were young okay!? You have a long way to go as the head of the company, I don’t want a kid to get in your way.”

“And what, let you raise her without knowing her father?”

“You think it was an easy choice for me!?” you saw how surprised he was when you raised your tone. “You were my boss, you’re a CEO and I’m what!? I’m just your secretary Mark!”

“Don’t say that,” Mark calmly said, trying to reach out for you. “You know what we had was real.”

“Of course it was, but we’re just too different,” you mumbled.

Mark didn’t say a word. You could only lower your head out of guilt. It didn’t occur to you that Minah was trying to reach for your hand. Her small hands brushing to your arms making you look at her.

“Mama, are you crying?”

“What?” and before you could even touch your face, Mark already has wiped your tears away.

“You don’t know how much I was devastated when you left the company,” Mark confesses, gently wiping your tears away.

“It’s all my fault, I let our relationship be a secret, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No Mark, it was okay for me.”

“I know, but it was better that I fought for you. Years of not seeing each other…I don’t even know what you’ve been through when you’re raising our child alone.”

You could only smile bitterly, “it’s okay Mark, I’m over it.”

“Maybe, you’ve always been brave and I’m…I’m just me. I’m sorry for everything and I just want to make it up for the years I wasn’t there,” he holds onto your hand even tighter. “Can we start all over again? I want to be there for both of you.”

His eyes were pleading, desperate to meet yours. Mark was begging to be part of your life again and although there were things that you two haven’t talked about, you couldn’t help but glance at your daughter who cluelessly watched the scene unfold.

Remembering her drawing in her daycare where she draws a complete family, maybe it was time for you to grant her wish.

And as you glance back at Mark, you could only give him a smile as you muttered, “yes.”

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neophele · 1 year

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Waking Up Together. - NCT Dream Headcanon

Waking up next to someone you love is just one of the most beautiful things in life, writing this made me all gooey hehe It’s also kinda waking up and morning routines I hope that it is okay :o Thank you for the request dear anon!!!!! I love getting little prompts and ideas like this, so thank u for sharing c: Words: ~2k Genre: Fluff!!!! Domestic, boyf content. No warnings!

Mark

Would wake you with sweet nothings whispered in your ear, his deep morning voice lazily telling you how cute you look bundled up under the sheets. Wants you as close as physically possible, with your head buried in his neck and hands under his shirt, one of his hands on your waist to hold you in place and the other brushing over the top of your head, pushing messy hair away so he could see your face better. Mumbling words of praise and giving you little pecks on your forehead, he would be a waking dream, wanting you both to be able to start your day feeling loved and content. He’d put off getting up for as long as he could, preferring not to set alarms unless absolutely necessary and just enjoying the lazy intimacy of sleepy mornings together. When one of you finally did have to get up, however, he would want to be able to carry out your morning routines in domestic harmony – brushing your teeth together with an arm hanging around your shoulder, washing your faces together and happily rubbing the foam into your cheeks, eating breakfast together and listening to you talk about what dreams you had, all of the above. If he did have to get up too early for it to be fair to expect you to get up with him, he would still wake you up to say and kiss you goodbye (though he would encourage you to go back to sleep afterwards), and would never ever leave without doing so.

Renjun

He strikes me as a pretty responsible morning person, so waking up with Renjun would be more like …. Being woken up by Renjun, he’s fresh out the shower with still damp hair, gently touching your shoulder and whispering your name until you finally leave the depths of your sleep. And there he is, standing over you with a mug of tea, coffee, or warm water (whatever your preference), smiling stupidly as he admires your freshly awoken, dazed face. Even though he’s up already, he would want to get back into bed and sit up reading or watching something on his phone, sipping his own drink, whilst you’re bundled into his side and coming around. Encourages you to get up and hands you the drink he’d made for you so you can cuddle and sip your beverages together, watching something or just enjoying each other’s company. The best part, for him, is then sitting in bed and getting to watch you get ready. Sits there with his drink, giving you little reminders like, ‘you left your hairbrush over there,’ when you’re fumbling through drawers, or ‘don’t forget to put on an extra layer; it’s cold today’, while you’re pulling on odd socks. Just loves watching you in the mornings when you’re still half asleep and unaffected by whatever the day might bring, just able to be entirely yourself, regardless of how clumsy or put together that might be.

Jeno

Jeno, even asleep, would be strong enough to keep you from slipping out of his grasp unnoticed. I don’t know why, but he just seems like a heavy sleeper (I have absolutely no reason or evidence for this other than the vibes I get from him), so good luck waking him up! You’ll have no choice but to wake up tucked into Jeno’s grip, admiring his peaceful form cloaked in blissful slumber until he starts to stir. If he did have to get up, he’d set several alarms that would probably wake you up before him and would much prefer it when you lean over to his side of the bed and turn the alarm off, shaking him gently and whispering his name in a foggy voice. When he does get up, in a sleepy haze, he lies on his back and has you tucked into his side or just lying on top of him so he can stroke your back and kiss your forehead. Wants to spend at least a few minutes just quietly holding you, enjoying your presence and the comfort of being with you in such a private, gentle moment. Loves seeing you up and about in your pyjamas, whether it’s a proper pyjama set or just a big shirt (maybe even his clothes), he just finds it so endearing to see you in something so effortlessly perfect. Absolutely refuses to get dressed until you’ve eaten breakfast in bed, brushed your teeth, and done everything else on your morning checklist. Only then are you allowed to deny him the sight of your adorable, pyjama clad appearance.

(Also…. Deep morning voice Jeno *-* absolute madness if you can resist that)((also ive now been informed that jeno has said he's a light sleeper, rip this idea haha)

Haechan

Sneaky boy, he would constantly be pulling you back into his arms and going ‘just five more minutes, which always turn into ten.. then fifteen… then before you know it, a whole hour of just lying in bed cuddling has happened, and you might be late for something but he either really doesn’t know or really doesn’t care. Haechan just loves to cuddle and I think, especially in the mornings, he’d be exceptionally clingy and affectionate – wanting to be the big spoon and have you clutched into his chest like a soft toy, pressing his face into the back of your neck and smelling your homely scent, or holding him in your arms with his head in your chest and stroking his hair, his arm draped over your side to keep you in place. Even if you try and push him away (though how could anyone do such a thing), he would not let you, sleepily whining and pouting until you crawled back into his arms or just flat out holding you down with an iron grip. Definitely teases you about morning breath or bedhead, but you know it’s just his way of acting, and you tease him back so it’s all fun and games. Though, before you properly get up, he’d want to give you a kiss and tell you how stunning he thinks you are, uttering the words quietly and close to your ear so that you swoon a little, making sure you know how highly he really thinks of you.

Jaemin

Mornings with Jaemin would go one of two ways. One would be him waking you up with a fully made breakfast, fresh coffee and a beaming Jaemin ready to very literally spoon-feed you while you’re still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The second would be him absolutely refusing to leave the bed, making up every single excuse in the book as to why you just had to stay beneath the covers for another unspecified amount of time. Probably plays soothing music to ‘wake you up’ as you enjoy your morning cuddles, but it tends to be too soothing and send you back into the lull of sleep. Other times, he’ll whisper strings of affection into your ear, his morning voice so deliciously intoxicating that you are drawn right back into the peace of sleep once again. The days you get up first are rare. Jaemin somehow has an internal clock that knows just when to get up so that he can be the first thing that greets you, even before the sun sometimes, and can then persuade you in your freshly awoken state to go back to sleep for a little longer. Waking up with him is incredibly gentle, always. Morning routines beyond this are unpredictable, much like Jaemin, but the one thing you can always count on is a smile of adoration and hushed ‘good morning, gorgeous’ every single day.

Chenle

Again, like Jaemin, it would really depend on the day and how tired he was. He’d have good intentions, wanting to wake up first and make you breakfast, bringing it to you so you could have a lazy breakfast in bed with him by your side as often as possible, but sometimes the bed is just… too comfy. He forgets to get up, so drawn into your sleepy embrace that he can’t help but let his eyes close once more, and before he knows it, he’s asleep again. If you get up before him, god-forbid, and he finds you up and about, he’d be upset and want you to come back to bed and give him more attention. Doesn’t like it when you’re up before him – ever the gentleman, he wants to wake you up to a morning that’s as easy as possible. Whether that means him bringing you breakfast or easing you awake with a gentle voice and soothing hands petting your hair. Doesn’t want to stay in bed for too long, so will enjoy getting up with you and just co-existing as you go about your morning routines. However, if he has to get up before you and you’re staying in bed, once he’s up and ready for his day, he will indulge himself in a few more moments of peace before he leaves, clambering under the covers fully dressed so he can be wrapped up next to you for however long he can afford.

Jisung

Another one that seems like a heavy sleeper… again, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the way he feels so comfortable knowing you’re next to him while he sleeps. Maybe he’s just a sleepyhead. Who knows. When he does finally wake up, however, he would be a starer – watching you sleeping, admiring you but not wanting to wake you up, internally conflicted as to whether it’s wrong to let you sleep when you have somewhere to be. So, often, you’ll wake up to his eyes peering at you and have a moment of panic because, at first, it’s ever so slightly terrifying. Soon you get used to it, and when your eyes flutter open and he isn’t looking at you, you will take the opportunity to watch him instead. He doesn’t need you to be tangled together as you sleep and wake up. Just the fact you’re so close together, sharing a bed and privy to each other’s most vulnerable state, is meaningful enough for him. Mornings are soft and sweet, lingering touches and even longer-lasting looks, quiet bliss as you escape into your own world for a bit longer until the day drags you away. Wouldn’t mind too much if one of you had to get up before the other, but the mornings you did spend lazing in bed until the other came around are his favourite.

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its-not-sof · 2 years

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3:33am

mark smut + fluff

“That feels nice…”

Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.

“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.

Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.

“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.

“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.

Your heart began to race.

“You.”

At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.

He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”

Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.

“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.

His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.

You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.

“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.

“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.

His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.

He toyed with the lace trim before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.

“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.

Mark hummed against your neck.

“Lie down for me, Y/N,”

You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.

“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.

“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.

You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.

“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.

His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.

You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mark, I— ah!“

You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.

His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.

You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.

He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.

“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“

You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.

Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.

“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.

“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”

You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.

“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.

“Now let me take care of you, please?”

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technologyculturedneo · 8 months

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It Burns | Lee Mark

"I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen."

Pairing. Boyfriend!Lee Mark X Girlfriend!Reader

Genre. Angst. Established couple. Break up. Lovers to ex's.

Synopsis. With your half naked pictures circulating around social media, Mark waits for you to get home to have a talk.

Warning. Minor cusses. Low-key smut. Breakup. Your heart might get broken.

Playlist. Nct Dream My first love. Literally First burn Hamilton.

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

"So dad, you finally noticed," Mark's low chortle is a result of his 9 year old son standing next to him and reaching the height of his shoulder. Looking up into his dad's eyes with sleezy cocky eyes he speaks. "You're getting old dad,"

"What, you think I feel intimidated by a short version of me?" Mark shuts his phone chugging it back into his pocket looking for some stashed biscuits in the kitchen cabinets. His sister sent him a message, but it'd have to wait as his son looks like he's ready for his late night dessert.

"I'm a better version, built differently from the ground up,"

"Boy please, you know you're built from the DNA of your mother and I," Mark plays along and moves to the next cabinet with his son still following. "Speaking of which, it's about time she gets back, don't you think?"

"Look at you avoiding the topic," He smirks once before turning serious and looking smug. "Face it old man, soon I'll take over,"

"I'm not going anywhere," Mark, with another low chuckle, finally finds the stash in a medium sized basket. "Now mum said, you'll get one, but I'mma be cool and give you 5 since you've grown a little,"

"A little?" His son pulls of a smirk causing Mark to stare at him in amusement and confusion. His son is a comedian. Mark tries to be serious but his face exposes him as someone seconds away from bursting out in a laugh. "How does that make you feel dad?

Mark leans on the counter platform while his son tries to be cool and eats from the packet of his chocolate biscuits while still dipping it in his milk like a child. Mark tries (evidently) hard to wipe the smile of his face and be serious, but he can't help when his shoulders shudder and he laughs.

"Ethan, you're 9 and I'm 24. I'm a classic, buddy you're just a remake no one asked for. A lazy cash grabber if I may add," Mark jokes maintaining his composure when Ethan, his 9 year old son, scoffs and does a 'pfft' in disbelief.

"I'm a successor. Isn't that why you and mum made me?"

"You only exist to mow my lawn for cheap," Mark gets Ethan in a headlock ruffling his hair.

"Who do you think I am? Child labor?" Ethan peeks at his dad with such smooth eyes- almost trying to charm him.

Mark ends up just looking at his son with a smile, not minding the almost so called intimidating persona. "It's called an allowance son, it's for you to know your place in the house,"

"My place?" Ethan scoffs getting back his smirk. In that moment Mark thinks to himself how he should cut down Haechan and Ethan's meeting time. Slowly but surely Mark can see Haechan in his son, and that's not something he'd be too thrilled about. It'd be fun, but Mark wouldn't be able to take his own son seriously- just like Haechan. "My place will soon be the man of the house,"

That's Mark's cue to laugh out loud standing up straight and smacking the back of Ethan's head. "Should I remind you who's in charge?"

"Dad you think those old tricks would still work on me?" Ethan stands in front of his dad with a proud and arrogant smirk. He's probably enjoying this as much as his dad. After all Ethan enjoyed fooling around with his dad- more than you, his mum. "I've outgrown you father. I'm sleeping on my own tonight. No need to tuck me. Be sure to tell mum I closed the light." And with that Ethan winks with a clicking sound leaving his lips. "I guess I should be the one telling you then, it's passed your bed time."

Mark stands in amusement, astonishment and shock. He can only chuckle to himself once Ethan is gone. Staying alone in the kitchen, Mark reminisces on the conversation he had with his son and can't help but faintly chuckle every time. Although he spends almost all his time with his son, his son always seemed to amaze him each and every single time. And tonight, he would definitely fill you in on Ethan's humor. "He thinks he has rizz,"

He takes a seat after drinking some water and checks the time. You should've gotten home by now. But for some reason it's past 10pm and you're not in the house. Mark sighs and shrugs his shoulders deciding to wait for you in the living room.

When he mentioned he had a day off today he was expecting a netflix and chill paradise with you (as he rarely saw you because of his tight work schedule) yet you were quick to exclude him from your plans with the girls and needed him to watch over Ethan. He didn't mind, he was relaxed about it too.

But when time went by and he fetched Ethan like he normally did on all days, he thought you'd be home since Ethan finished school around 4pm. You were always home around 4-5pm. So naturally the house was always vibrant whenever he came home, but this time when he came home and the house was the same as he left it- he was a little downcasted but shrugged it off and made food with his son.

Well from there on, it became a regular father and son afternoon. Which again, Mark didn't mind.

Despite his hectic schedule, Mark always tried and never failed to make time for both his girlfriend and son. And this time Ethan got a whole lot of time with his dad.

Everyone was happy.

Mark checked in on you a couple of times, to which you responded with how you were alive. Mark smiled it off adding how he wanted you to have fun.

Honestly, Mark partially felt guilty most of the times when it came to you.

He was only 16 and you were 15. What the hell could the two of you possibly know about sex? It was an experiment you both tried. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Nothing wrong there. The problem is, it only takes one time for a seed to be planted. Neither of you had condoms, and were both sure that you weren't going to be pregnant.

That's until, the bump started to form.

Although it wasn't Mark's body, he was anxious. You kept brushing it off saying that it's because you loved eating like the food hungry joyful pig you were.

But when days and months passed, and your friends jokes began to simmer down, and his friends would joke of you actually being a mum, and your parents began worrying- it was bound for you to start taking things seriously.

There's no way you were pregnant. Mark was positive and it didn't help that he was religious and kept believing that the mistake experiment you both made would not lead to a life changing moment.

You secretly went to the store with him to buy a pregnancy test. The cashier was surprised seeing you and him but you both joked it off that it was for your mum. So being safe at your house, you peed on the purple stick and both you and Mark relaxed and waited for the results. Nothing could prepare you both for the results of the test.

Mark claimed that it had to be fake and that you needed to go to the hospital. He went with you, hand in hand like the loving boyfriend he was and made sure to be more calm while you were freaking out and afraid of the results and most worryingly- your parents reactions.

There was nothing you both could do when the results came out. Your lips kept trembling. You wanted to cry- and you did cry.

You were pregnant.

Mark impregnated you.

Despite him always being the sweetest of boyfriends you could ever have asked for- you hated him. And you made sure to let him know how he ruined your life. Every word you said, every action that came after was a result of the shock you had after receiving the results. But your words were still in Mark's head. Permanently.

And to this day Mark felt partially at fault that you never had a normal teenage life. Despite your confidence you were crushed at the rumors spreading about you. They always say that the only voice that's loud is your thoughts, but actually it can also be a bunch of strangers that you don't know. Everyone talked about you.

The girl who got pregnant at 15.

The girl who dropped out of school.

The disappointment child who threw her future away.

The dumb girl who forgot to use rubber.

You were slammed with comments virtually, physically and even inwardly.

Your parents, despite the shame you brought them, stuck to your side. Even though the comments of them being unfit and unworthy ran around their own respective families...they never let you go or talked down on you. And you were thankful for that.

Mark on the other hand; He didn't get worse of a treatment as you. In fact no one even knew him to be the one who impregnated you. Except your friends and his friends, no one said a word to him. However, his parents weren't so supportive. They reprimanded him. And you know just how much Mark's parents mean to him, so for them to cast him out into the streets broke your heart.

Your parents took him in, and you both dropped out of school.

Without qualification, he managed to find work and has been working ever since. Despite Mark and his parents relationship being broken, his father was generous enough to continuously tell people that he had a son who was looking for work. Despite his father not seeing him- some of the best opportunities that came Mark's way were a product of his father's.

And with that, Mark made sure to never disappoint but rise to the table and make ends meet. For his girlfriend, his girlfriends parents, his parents, and of course the unborn child which they both chose to keep.

Mark was financially smart, so investments into right businesses, and profits in right settlements all came together and he was finally able to take care of his girlfriend and 2 year old child without being a hindrance to your family.

They never said it to his face, but he knew they accepted him into their house because you talked them into it.

But through it all, Mark never had a hard heart. He was remorseful and kept trying to make it up to you, your family and his family (who were slightly on communication terms...occassionally they wanted to meet their 'grandson' and Mark and you.)

It was awkward going from a solidly good relationship with his parents the moment you started dating, to being in whatever zone is going on between them and you. They don't hate you, but they're not saying much to you or Mark. They visit Ethan once a year and aren't that big into his life, our yours or even Mark. You don't know exactly how to feel.

But Mark doesn't wear it over his head, or shoulders...he's always....okay.

Which is why at 3am, driving back in an uber to your house where you believe your husband could be sleeping, you try not to get too worked up and panicked when noting that all your drunk texts (screenshots) and hinged pictures of you with your... You choke up on your tears and fan yourself for the tears to go away.

You told Mark you had to spend time with the girls- but really you had to resolve matters before it got out of hand. You've failed to resolve the matter, you've failed to keep it all at bay with Jaemin (a man who's not your boyfriend), you've failed in keeping Jaemin just as a secret. And now the whole of the internet has an idea that you were sleeping with somebody else's boyfriend, while you had your own. Shivering, still with tears in your eyes you look at your phone and try not to cry.

You breathe in and out calming yourself down, trying not to dsiplay emotions on your face. "Mark isn't gonna kill you. He won't get mad. You're okay, okay? Don't cry," You repeat over and over earning cryptic looks from the uber driver. But you could care less about that. Right now your mind is on the floating pictures all around social media with your best friend (the same person who released the pictures) Ryujin's caption:

Since you like meddling in people's relationships so much- why not spill a couple of your secrets too </3 Bitch who slept with my man.

Actually it's by grace, chance, luck that you and Mark stayed together. After finding out you were pregnant, some weeks passed and you both came clean to your parents. Mark was always there despite your anger, but lowkey even if you never said it out loud you were happy to always have him even in your roughest of moments. And right now, you hope that he can be understanding.

You don't want to hurt him. You don't want to break his trust. You don't even know why you kept meeting up with Jaemin when everything was just so perfect with Mark.

Paying the driver, getting out the car and stepping onto the porch of the new house Mark bought a week ago, you sigh out when seeing all the lights closed.

Walking up the drive way and using your key to open the doors, you pray in your head that Mark is sleeping.

Locking the doors, you make your way, tip toeing through the hallway, the living room and the kitchen where Mark is seated while gripping tightly onto his phone and covering his mouth tightly.

"Mark..."

"Wait, I'm getting to the best part," Mark holds his finger up with a disheartened smile on his face and a dry forced laugh leaving his lips. "He said, can you come over and then you said, my boyfriend's out, why don't you come over. And he responds with a giggling emoji saying what about your son, and you..." Mark huffs and bites on his lip shutting his eyes tightly.

When he opens them again, his clear eyes but right after blinking the glossiness of his tears sit around his eyes. But let's out another laugh. It sounds painful, heartbreaking and sad. You can only gulp your own lump.

"You said," Mark laughs lightly continuing to read on his phone. "You said his dad and him both went for a sleep over at his parents house. Come over... I'm... I'm lonely. I need you in me." Mark's face scrunches up in bitterness but a forged and forced smile stiffly remains. "He sent emojis, dirty ones. He sent a pic. You sent a pic. And then. You ask him to send the...pictures he took of you."

Mark can't help it, when the smile refuses to remain on his face and he simply bites on his quivering lip covering his eyes.

This time when his voice comes out, it's barely above a whisper, but you can still hear. Even worse because you can hear the pain laced in each and every deep rooted word he says. "Pictures in our room. On our bed. I bought this house last week, and you already invited him in? For how long?" He can't even speak anymore as the words choke up on his throat. "You said I was crazy,"

"Mark please," You quietly step into the kitchen with prayer hands while shaking your head and the tears making your vision blurry.

"You said I was crazy for even thinking it- but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you looked at my sister's lover." Mark breathes out again, a broken chuckle leaving his lips.

The guilt can't grow any higher then it is. You and Mark's adopted sister were always close since school- and when she introduced you to Mark you grew into an even stronger and tighter bond with her. So it doesn't make sense how you not only broke Mark's heart, but you broke Ryujin's trust as well.

"You didn't even have the fucking guts to tell me yourself? I'm guessing you broke it off tonight because you got caught in HD 4K - and you think you can talk your way into my arms right?"

His breathless laugh spreads in the quiet kitchen as he looks up with his eyes as glossy as ever. A vein poking on his forehead.

"You think you can talk your way into my arms because I'm such a nice guy right?" Mark sniffs and uses his back arm to wipe his eyes. "I need to get out of here-"

"Mark please don't go-" The tears slip quietly from your eyes while you hold onto him- your arms circling around his waist. "Please, I promise it's over. I didn't mean it baby, I love-"

"I fucking can't even ask you if it's true, because it's everywhere." He smiles tightly breaking free from your hug and moving back to the counter. "But I'm still gonna ask you, when were you gonna tell me?"

You try to move forward again yet he slams his fist against the counter. "Just fucking answer the question- don't touch me. Just answer it. When were you gonna tell me?"

"I promise Mark, I was gonna tell you," You pucker your trembling lips, your face breaking into an ugly cry just as you see his own tears coating his eyes again.

His eyes are on yours just for a second before he shakes his head and looks away. He sniffs and buries his face deep in his hands. "You wanna know what's worse?" He cries, but it morbidly turns into a laugh. He panes his gaze towards you, with the most broke look you've ever seen from Him. "These messages..." He covers his face before looking at you, his glossy eyes staring into your own guilty soul. "They date back to 4 years ago. You've been..." His eyes shut as the words fall out inaudibly. "Ryujin is my sister, your best friend. And you slept with him. I don't even know why I'm even believing and trusting in you when the pictures of your nudes are everywhere on my feed-"

"Mark," You words choke up as you take a step... stopping a few inches from him.

"Can you at least answer me why you did it?"

You shake your head taking another hesitant step- but immediately retreat when he sharply spins and punches the top drawers and cabinets. "Mark stop- please stop! Ethan is sleeping lets not wake him up-"

"Ethan?" Mark has to calm himself down, as he feels his emotions suffocating him. "You're going to think of Ethan now after you've just slept with another man? Fucked him for 4 fucking years behind my back and didn't have the slightest bit of remorse or even shame when sending your body- letting him take pictures of you bare and fucking you in my bed where I sleep with you, in our house-"

"I never meant for it-"

"Don't touch me, I can't-" He cuts himself off leaning over the counter only showing his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," His curses so low. "We've been together for 9 years Y/n," His face scrunches and he bites on his lip. "And you chose to do this now? What happened? Speak to me. I need to hear your voice, please tell me that I really I am going crazy- that it's a fucking prank- because my stupid mind, body and soul refuses to believe that you cheated on me,"

He turns around and you move forward hugging him even as he pushes you off- you still attach your arms around him before trying to hold onto his hands. You try to pipe up trying to fight back on your own blurry eyes. "Mark I broke it off please don't-"

"Broke it off? Are you sure? Because the pictures of tonight, and the- the texts of your sluty conversation- the graphical back and forth nudes you've been sending- all those pictures are on the internet- everywhere- and you're telling me you broke it off? You're dressed like that and are smiling in every picture with him and you're telling me you broke it off?"

His eyes are in shock, there's sadness in his eyes. Mark who never cries looks like he's at his last straw before the tears would start rushing down. It doesn't even help that seeing you right now only takes you back to the images of tonight and how you looked like you were enjoying the feels of the man's hands being all over your body all those times.

When you left this morning, your attire of an open back- black long fitting dress with a dangerously high slit- didn't bother him. However now, after the pictures he saw of that same dress in a restaurant whereby you were smiling and confidently chatting with another man- that same dress that the man couldn't keep his hands off your legs- made his body quake with anger.

You cry and beg. "Mark please understand, it's over please just forget it. I'm sorry-"

"Online they're saying I'm insecure just because I've got a fine fucking woman, who's enjoying her life while the dad is at home with the child," Mark's lips rattle as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I bet you if the roles were reversed, if I went out there and fucked another woman while you were here with our child- you wouldn't even spare a moment to listen- you'd tell me everything that I've done wrong- you'd never forget, but now because it's you- I should be understanding? Okay? I should be... Cool with it all- that my fucking girlfriend is now accessible to anybody's viewing if they just type in your name right? I'm supposed to not make a fuss because I'm suddenly insecure that my girlfriend can go out, bag some guys, drink and party like she has no family."

You can't hold your tears anymore as they pour out your eyes, your tone in shreds as you stummer out. "Mark I love you so much, I would never-"

His eyes in sharp disbelief peer into your own remorseful eyes. "Don't even lie to me, I'm not fucking naïve!" It's starts with him thrusting his arm far back and throwing his phone against the wall breaking it into millions of pieces just like his heart- before his emotions run wild and he hits on the cabinets. "You don't fucking love me! You don't!" When he picks up the stool and thrashes it against the drawers breaking it- you step back in tears knowing that he's at his peak of anger.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have gone out there!" His voice broken with tears, broken with anger. He hammers the toaster on the floor. Knocks over the trays holding the glasses. "Behind my back! You fucking bitch! Do you even know how much we've suffered to be together!? My house! On my bed! With another man! You don't love me! How could you even! You fucking bitch do you even know how much I love you!?"

Pounds on the cabinets, still yelling his heart out making you cry as you back up. "Mark I'm sorry-"

Thuds, punches, slams against the counter, the glass cabinets. "Does any of this even matter to you?!"

"Mark Ethan-"

"4 years! Fucking 4 years Y/n!? Even you! You let him touch you for 4 years! You let him take my place for 4 years! FUCK!" Mark can't even hear- and when he breaks the glasses in one angry whip he furiously turns to you. "My parents made me chose between you and them and I fucking chose you- they didn't kick me out- I walked out of them because of you. And this is what you do? Y/n not even tw-two years? 4 years!?"

Mark grunts loudly and runs his hand over his head while looking at you. "You told the whole world how you brought a man into our bed?" The tears of anger sprawl out all over his face before he corners you against the wall. "How will you even explain to Ethan the pain you put me through? The embarrassment you put our family through? The shame- we were your legacy! We are your legacy! We fucking became family and then you-! You are my love! 4 years!"

Mark can't control himself anymore. Not wanting to hurt her as she's crying- he balls his fists and storms out the house.

Ethan, worried, anxious, shocked, sad and scared, crouches on the bottom stairs looking as his dad slams the door shut after he leaves. Too afraid to enter the kitchen with his wailing mother, he goes up the stairs quietly, gets under his covers and tries to sleep.

22 Hours after...

Your leg is shivering and bouncing up and down as you stare at your phone. Your tears still stinging your eyes. You messed up. You admit that you've messed up. That you possibly destroyed one for the best relationships you could ever ask for. You cried non stop the whole night in the kitchen, you couldn't even be quiet about it. The kitchen was in shreds with glass and broken objects everywhere. You couldn't even blame Mark for getting angry the way he did.

You felt so guilty and his reaction only made you feel even more guilty. You tried calling him, but remembered how he broke his phone. You tried calling Haechan and begged him to help you- he was just as pissed off at you the way Mark and his friends (Chenle and Jeno) were. But you still begged.

When morning came, you tried to compose yourself as you helped out a quiet Ethan get ready for school. You walked with him to school and came back home with the idea to start cleaning. You ignored all of Jaemin's calls and even blocked his number. You were also afraid to answer any of your other friends who would obviously call you out on your stupid behavior. You just cleaned with your head clouded and jumbled with thoughts.

It's not when Ethan came home did you find yourself in the living room, your leg bouncing as you stared at your phone. Ethan wanted to talk with his dad. And you just told him to change out of his school uniform and that by the time he came down, he'd talk to his dad.

But up till now, looking at the message that was sent to Haechan, you hold in your lips together as you sniff. You know he's found Mark. If he hadn't he would've called you. But since he's not calling, you know Mark's safe.

But none the less after you sent the message that you wanted to speak to Mark, you knew that that kind of approach wouldn't work.

So you type out:

Please Haechan, Ethan wants to talk to his dad Please, just this once help me out.

Ethan quietly comes up next to you with a saddened face and his hands together. You don't even know what to say except having your tears coat your eyes. Mark was right. How would you even begin to explain to him? And judging with how everything went down, you know that he most likely heard Mark's burst of anger and all the words that came out of him.

Before you can even open your mouth, your phone rings and you instantly pick it up. Your eyes double take on the contact and you gulp.

Mark's mother.

You compose yourself and lick your dry lips as you try not to cry. When you place the phone to your ear, you expect to hear his mother but... "Ethan?" Mark's voice.

You place the phone on speaker and turn to Ethan, signaling him that it's okay to talk. And he does, but his words are so heart quenching that you have to look away. "Dad," He chokes up on his tears and sniffs. "It hurts, badly."

"What hurts so bad my son?"

"My heart," He whimpers out. "I know I said my place is to be the man of the house, but I can't do it dad. I can't be the man dad,"

Mark over the phone can be heard breathing in and you can tell he's shaking his head in sadness. He tries to sound upbeat, but the words themselves aren't linking to how he wants to sound. "No buddy, don't apologize to me. It's me who was at fault, I'm sorry bud, I'm so sorry," Mark's voice is fragile, and you can hear how heavy they are. "Daddy didn't mean to lose his temper and break everything."

Ethan sniffs again and he hiccups. "Are you and mum gonna get a divorce? My friends said that when his parents broke up he started living with his mum, but dad I don't want you to leave. I don't want to be the man of the house, dad please don't leave mum, dad please come back, dad-"

"Darling put your mother on the phone." The stern yet smooth voice belonging to his mother catches you off guard.

"Yes ma'am?" You answer timidly trying to hold onto Ethan as he runs away from you hiding his tears.

"I've got 3 questions to ask you. Do you want to be with my son?" She asks off the bat.

"Yes ma'am." Your spine becomes straight as if she's right in front of you. "I love-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up if per say you and my son had to breakup?"

"Ma'am please-"

"Are you willing to give Ethan up?" She asks more precisely. "Yes or no?"

"No, I can't-"

"What are you last words to my son?"

Your heart falls. The color fades from your face as though all the life you once had has been sucked out. "Ma'am please don't do this, I love him-"

"4 years is a long time and frankly, you put my son through a lot with your behavior and attitude. So it's either you say your last words, or I cut the call." Stiff and solidly cold is her tone to you as you cry. "You are not fit to be his anymore. You don't deserve my son-"

You hiccup, your eyes swelling up from how much you've cried. "Can I talk to him? Can I please just talk to him-"

"No."

Even before the call to cut, you can feel it in your soul. You can feel just how it painful, how it hurts and you can feel how your whole being burns.

-fin

Part 2: It burns: The second time around

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marklydaydreams · 1 year

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[11:36 pm]

The room was soaked in a deep moonlight blue.

There was no sound save for the ticking of the clock, which steadily shifted towards midnight.

Mark was asleep when you came in, wrapped up in the comforters. His hair fell softly over his forehead — a shock of black against the white of the pillows.

Mine, you thought. Mine, mine, mine.

Mark stirred as you walked over to him, and reached out to push his hair out of his face. He leaned into your touch, sighing when you left a kiss on his forehead. There was nothing else and yet you felt like you couldn't breathe. He fell back asleep. You walked over to your side of the bed, making yourself comfortable under the sheets that all smelled like him. Mark turned over and wrapped his arms around you, all warmth and long legs. You could think of nothing but him.

All yours, you thought. Yours, yours, yours.

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doeilovr · 11 months

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[2:02 AM]

It was cold outside, you had your arms crossed in front of your chest in an attempt to feel at least a bit warmer.

You were waking down the street some time after midnight, the full moon and the stars were shining and you could hear waves crash softly in the distance.

Next to you, arm brushing yours every now and then, was your crush.

You've spent the entire summer with him, meeting for coffee in the mornings, going out for lunch, taking a swim or getting kind of drunk after work at night. It all happened at least once.

Another thing that happens at least once - having a crush. And so for this summer - for the first time in your life - you had a crush. And it was no other than Mark.

"So you will leave early tomorrow?"

Marks voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"My friend is gonna take me to the airport at 12", you bit your lips.

This was your last night, the last time for you to see Mark for god knows how long. It hurt a bit.

"Ah, that's nice."

You hummed, feeling slightly awkward.

The thing about your crush on Mark was that Mark himself knew about it. You told him, you confessed.

And you talked it out, settling on being good friends, because Mark was still getting over a fairly recent heartbreak.

And you had cried days and nights. But it didn't matter anymore, you got over your pain and accepted the situation and Mark's decision. After all, what else could you have done.

"I think it's sad", Mark chuckled, "it's sad we're all leaving and this summer is ending."

You nodded, "yes I know."

You had almost reached your apartment, Mark having insisted on walking you home.

"I think we will probably not see each other for a while after tonight."

You glanced over at Mark and you weren't sure if it was because of the cold or if he was holding back tears, but he sniffled a few times.

"Do you still want to be in contact with me even after you leave?" Mark asked very carefully.

"What? Of course, I want to, if that's okay with you?" You looked at him, stopping in your tracks as you were now standing next to your front door.

"Yes me too", Mark smiled, "I would like that."

You smiled too.

"Alright, there we are, so, there is one more thing I want to say", Mark paused, stepped closer to you. "You are very lovely and I wish I could give you what you want and deserve. "

"Mark", you whispered. It hurt a bit.

Mark gave you a half smile, his eyes glistening. "But my heart is not well and before I can't fix it, I don't think I should give it away. You deserve a strong heart and all the love in the world."

Your eyes burned, "No, Mark. I just ask for you."

"Maybe when we meet again my heart will be fixed. And then, if you are still interested, we could try again."

Mark grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

You held back tears as you looked up at him. You understood it and altough you just asked for him to stay by your side, you understood that he needed space and time to heal.

There wasn't a lot you could say or wanted to say. Now you needed time, too.

You softly smiled. "Okay."

Mark smiled too and pulled you into a long hug. "I'll come visit you next month, as planned."

You stepped back and smiled widely. "I'll ask you again then. Is that okay?" Your eyes were sparkling with hope.

Mark chuckled softly. "Ask me again in a month, yes."

"Okay, I'll see you then", you waved at him and stepped back even further to where your door was. "Wait for me."

"I will", Mark nodded, watching you disappear inside your apartment building.

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suhojunmyeons · 1 year

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Ever since they've been together, she's been calling him a different name: Marco.

She said it's her nickname for him, and he never questioned it even though he found it weird.

But to him, it was basically just his name Mark + the letter O so it wasn't that bad.

He'd heard many versions of his name from his friends so much that sometimes Mark thinks that they actually forgot his real name.

Mark didn't mind it at first. She would occasionally call him "babe," or "baby," or just simply "Mark."

But when there were times she would call him "Marco," it was usually when she's calling out for him or when they cuddle, always in a high pitched sing-song tone.

He finds it cute, seeing her cheeks reach her eyes whenever she calls him that, so it never really bothered him if calling him that made her happy.

But of course he always wondered the meaning behind it and why of all the names she could think of, she chose "Marco."

So Mark decided to ask her one day about it.

It was a chill day; they were sitting on the opposite sides of the couch, their legs intertwined, both of them on their phones while the TV was on as their background noise.

She was giggling at a funny video she saw while him, on the other hand, was stealing glances at her, hiding behind his phone, pretending to scroll on his feed.

He doesn't know how to bring the topic up. He thought of the possible outcome that if he ever asked her about it, it'll upset her.

"Mark, look at this cute cat vid!" She squealed and faced her phone at him.

It was two fluffy kittens being tucked into their beds.

When the video looped and returned to the beginning, he tapped her screen and paused the video. He looked up from her phone and saw her smiling at him, which only made him nervous.

She tilted her head to the side, confused as to why he stopped the video.

"Can I ask you a question?" he started.

His heart was pounding.

Why is this so nerve-wracking? It's not the end of the world if he asks her.

But he also doesn't want her to think that he doesn't like the nickname she gave him.

She nodded and Mark closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and said, "why do you call me Marco?"

He slowly opened his eyes when he heard silence.

Mark took the opportunity to continue. "I mean, not that I mind— which I really don't, by the way—but I just always wondered where did the thought of naming me 'Marco' come from? I mean, there's like Markie, Mork, Milk—"

"Mark," she laughed.

"What?" Now it was his turn to tilt his head in confusion.

"Can you spell that for me?"

"M-A-R-C—"

"No, silly!" She laughed even harder. "I don't call you 'Marco'!" She shook her head.

Mark's eyebrows furrowed.

What does she mean she doesn't call her 'Marco?'

If he was mishearing things, then who the hell is Marco?

"It's Mark ko, not Marco."

Mark was completely lost at this point, he simply didn't see the difference of the former from the latter.

She smiled at Mark's cute puzzled face, lost in his own thoughts, questioning all of the times she called him by that name.

She placed her hand over his, interrupting him from his thoughts.

"I call you 'Mark Ko,' that's two words. Mark being your name, and 'Ko' meaning 'My' in my language. It simply means My Mark." She explained, and Mark's whole demeanor softened.

His heart pounded once again but this time, it's the realization that she's been calling him the sweetest endearment ever since.

"Oh." Was all he could say, blush rising to his cheeks both from embarrassment and from the fact that she is basically calling him 'mine' this whole time.

"C-can you call me that again like… right now."

She laughed at his request but she happily obliged.

"Love you, Mark Ko."

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A/N: hi! thank you so much for reading my first ever nct fluff and it's mark! hehe. please do tell me what you think! :]

proofread by the lovely @moonstarsunflower ~!

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watermelonxes · 8 months

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I have a crush on you series ♡

You and Mark were sitting in Mcdonalds, talking about each others type.

You mention that people being able to speak a second language is hot, especially if they can speak it pretty confidently. Mark, slightly smiles and says ..

"So that means I'm hot too right?"

You suddenly stop chewing, heart beating ever so quickly in that moment and potentially staring into his eyes for a little too long.

While you didn't deny it, you quickly tried to change the topic.

How can I admit that in front of you, Mark

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j0hnj4ej3n · 1 year

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mark: childhood best friends to lovers

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: this is Mark's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

You’ve known Mark for more than half your life and you’ve been best friends ever since you’v met back in kindergarten.

The very first time you remember talking to him as a kid was when he asked if he could take a turn at the swings. Mark has always been a nice boy, a little shy but super cheerful. You told him that you would have just two more swings and he can have his turn. So he waited patiently by you while you went back and forth on the swings two more times. “Okay, you can use the swings now!” You told him as you tried to get down. Mark very nicely held the metal chains of the swing to keep it still so you could get down safely. But once you got down, another boy shoved Mark out of the way and got onto the swings.

Mark looks shocked but said nothing, his lips turned into a pout and his eyes glistened with tears. “Hey! It was Mark’s turn to play!” But even before the other boy could respond, Mark ran away to hide his disappointment. You followed after him and found him sitting by the sand pit by himself. “Sorry Mark,” you said as you squat beside him, trying to stare at his face to see if he was crying. He rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists and mumbled out a soft, “It’s okay.” You quickly thought of a game you could play together instead since you felt bad and suggested, “Mark, do you want to play hide and seek with me?” His head shot up and he looks at you with his big doe eyes before a smile appeared on his face. “Okay! I’ll hide and you seek!”

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. The worst part of your days back then was having to go home because that meant you couldn’t play together anymore. Your parents loved the friendship you two had and would even set up playdates on the weekends.

The two of you would do everything together. In school, you would sit together during class. Play together during playtime, eat together and even shared what you guys brought for lunch. During the holidays, your parents would take turns to bring you guys out. Your parents brought you and Mark to the zoo once. And Mark’s parents’ brought you two to the carnival.

Eventually, you both attended the same middle school and your friendship had never been stronger. Despite being in different classes, Mark always waited for you to walk back home together. And you always looked for him during lunch to sit with him and his friends. Mark’s friends loved to tease that you were his girlfriend, which Mark would deny with pink cheeks. You never said anything, because truth be told, you did have a little crush on him. Mark grew up to be so cute, his eyes were still so big and sparkly, they would crinkle up when he laughed. His smile was the cutest you’ve ever seen and he was still always so so nice to you.

But one time, Mark came to you to tell you about his crush on this girl in your class and even asked if you could help to pass her the chocolates he got for her on Valentine’s day. You did help him but the fact that he had a crush on someone else made you so upset you ignored him all day. You sat by yourself during lunch and even when Mark came to talk to you, you picked up your tray and left. Mark was genuinely so confused, he even felt a little sad since his best friend wasn’t talking to him anymore. After school you tried to take the bus home without him but Mark was already waiting outside your class as usual. You tried to walk away when Mark caught up to you, “Y/n, wait up! D-did I do something? Why are you ignoring me?”

You took the box of Ferrero Rochers you bought for him for Valentine’s day and shoved it into his hands before you stomped away pettily. You prepared a gift for him as his best friend and instead of doing the same, he only asked for you to help him hand a gift to his crush. You were disappointed and angry. “Y/n! Stop!” You hear Mark calling out to you from behind but kept walking. You hear his footsteps behind and in a few seconds he caught up to you. As he stood in front of you, panting, he hands you a single red rose, wrapped in brown paper. “Happy Valentine’s day y/n.” You took the rose from him and you immediately felt guilty for ignoring him all day. “Please stop being mad at me, I’ll give you flowers every Valentine’s day if you just stop ignoring me…” Mark pleads as he stares at you with his cute boba eyes and you replied with a simple, “Okay.”

The two of you are in highschool now. Mark’s grown even taller and even better looking in your opinion. His cheekbones became more defined, his voice broke and is now deeper. He finally learned how to style his hair properly after deciding to grow it out. But overall, despite his appearance, he was still the same, gentle, loving and cheerful Mark Lee that you’ve grown to love.

The only problem is, your current boyfriend doesn’t like him very much. All your life, you’ve always done everything with Mark but things have been different ever since you started dating. You really like the guy, he treats you really well but if there’s anything you wished he was better at was getting along with Mark.

Mark has been nothing but nice to him but your boyfriend treats him coldly. He admits he’s jealous of your close friendship with Mark. So Mark makes an effort to keep a distance from you, but you hate it. It feels wrong and even though you really like your boyfriend, your mind never fails to drift to thoughts of your best friend who you know misses you too.

You eventually broke up with your boyfriend, you were crushed. But Mark was with you through it all, like you were during his first break up. “There’s lots of fishes in the sea y/n. You’re one fish closer to the right one~” Mark tells you and you laugh for the first time that evening.

It’s finally prom night and your date is waiting for you downstairs.

[4:23pm] mark 🩵: [image attached]

[4:23pm] mark 🩵: i’m prom ready, about to go pick rachel up

[4:24pm] you: damn, you look great mark!

[4:24pm] you: [image attached]

[4:24pm] you: i’ll see you there! jaemin’s waiting for me

[4:25pm] mark 🩵: you’re beautiful y/n

[4:25pm] mark 🩵: mum specifically requested for us to take pictures

[4:26pm] mark 🩵: so excited to see you later

[4:27pm] you: whatever mama lee wants, mama lee gets <3

And even though you both had a date for prom, you had more pictures with Mark Lee in your gallery than you had with your date. At the end of the night, you had your last dance with Mark, his hand on your waist and your hand in his. Mark’s date ended up leaving with her friends to the after party. Jaemin stayed till the end to take a few more pictures with you, leaving after giving you a kiss on cheek to pregame with the boys.

Mark very kindly offered to take you home before joining Jaemin and the boys since you were never one for the party scene. “It’s fine Mark, I can get home on my own.” “No way I’m letting you go home alone, come on, it’s getting late.” Your feet started to hurt so Mark let you wear his shoes well he held your heels and walked only with his socks on.

“Is it weird if I said you looked really good today?” Mark starts and you chuckle at his question. “Well, I actually tried to look good today so… hopefully it worked.” “I mean, I-I’m not saying you look bad on other days. You’ve always been pretty, it’s just… ah whatever, you know what I mean…” You begin to laugh because you can tell Mark is flustered but you thank him anyway. “You look really good yourself, I think our pictures turned out great. Mama Lee would be proud.” Mark shakes his head as he laughs, telling you how his mum sent a bunch of heart stickers when he sent her the pictures you two took from this evening. “She gave me so much shit for not taking you to prom,” Mark tells you. “Really?” “Yeah, I told her Jaemin asked you first and that you already agreed, so I couldn’t ask you.” “Wait… you were going to ask me to prom?” You asked and Mark rubs the back of his neck. “I was… but my own friend already beat me to it, so I backed off.” “Your mum’s right, you should have asked sooner. Jaemin doesn’t stand a chance against you,” you told him teasingly. “Oh shut up, you’re making me regret not asking you for real now.”

The two of you finally reach the front of your house and were about to part ways when Mark speaks again. “You really looked beautiful tonight, I mean it,” Mark looks down at you, his eyes gazing into yours and you had to look away before you start blushing. You don’t know if it’s the suit or the fact that you’ve liked Mark for years but your heart is starting to do that thing again, the one where it tries it’s best to beat itself out of your chest. “Thank you… you should get going or the party’s going to start without you.” Mark sighs like he doesn’t want to leave and he looks like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. You can tell because he always makes this face when he’s unsure if he should speak his mind. “What is it?” “W-what?” “You want to say something, just say it…” Mark chuckles at the fact that you know he so well and because he’s nervous.

“Since I didn’t get to take you to prom…” “Uh huh?” “May I… Um… is this weird?” “Mark Lee… are you asking me out on a date?” “Will that be bad?” Mark asks, half laughing, half about to shit his pants. “My best friend? Of more than a decade?” You feign a face of judgement. “O-okay sorry I-” “I’ll consider it if you ask me properly,” you cut him off before he actually thinks you’re serious. Mark sighs in relief before he brace himself to ask you, “my dearest best friend…” “Go on.” “May I take you on a date? Say, tomorrow.” “Sounds perfect.” You say as Mark hugs you, laughing as he does so and you hug him back tightly. “Okay you better go before the boys give you hell for running so late.” “Alright, I’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow, okay? I’ll see you soon,” Mark says excited as he kisses you on the cheek, waving you goodbye as he makes his way back to the after party.

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scented-morker · 1 year

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Tipsy Love Songs

you come to keep tipsy mark company in the studio, and he’s just so in love with you he can’t think about anything else… idol!mark x gn!reader, mark the emotional and lovesick drunk, embarrassing pet names, just very fluffy and whipped mark. 722 words

You always thought Mark was joking when you’d ask about some of the lines from NCT songs and he’d say he was probably drunk when he wrote them.

It’s not that he would party on the job, but sometimes when the words just weren’t there and they were struggling to get anything going, the producer would get both himself and mark a glass of wine or soju. This way they could relax and stop trying so hard to force something.

Apparently, he had done so tonight, except now his wife had called him home with a sick kid and he had to leave immediately. Not wanting Mark to be alone, he’d asked if there was anyone he could call to keep him company.

Which is how you ended up on the sixth floor of SM, putting the code Mark had texted you into the keypad and taking your shoes off at the door.

“Hi baby,” you greeted softly, feeling the need to keep your voice down as the room was dim and Mark seemed occupied with his headphones on and fingers dancing along the soundboard.

You weren’t even sure if he heard you, as he made no attempt at responding or even acknowledging your presence. So you continued to just stand there, waiting for some acknowledgment or instruction.

He still doesn’t speak, but turns a few inches in his chair, untucking his legs from under the desk and gesturing for you to come over.

He looks up at you when you make your way over, and you swear he's got the whole world in his eyes at the moment, shiny and round and staring at you.

“Hi baby,” it’s only then that you notice he might be a little tipsy, blushed cheeks and giggles leaving his lips as soon as the words make it out.

He grabs your waist and guides you down to his lap, tucking you into his chest with your legs between his own before swiveling his chair back to face the board.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He chatters excitedly, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was trying to write this love song but I couldn’t do it! Nothing rhymes with your name!!”

He seems angry at this fact, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into an angry pout. He looks so cute you wish you could be in the studio with him everyday.

“Baby, you can’t put my name in the song.”

He looks even madder when you say that, and you have to turn your head to not laugh in his face.

“Why not?!”

“Because your fans don’t know we’re dating.”

“Why not?!”

“Because they’re protective over you.”

“But you’d never hurt me!” He says it with such certainty, glossy eyes looking into yours.

“That’s right. I never will,” you coo in your gentlest voice, wiping his under eyes with a soft touch, “Why are you crying markie?”

He sniffles, “I’m sad they think you’d hurt me.”

You think you’re going to explode if he says anything else, and you’re positive your eyes have been replaced with little hearts by this point.

“It’s okay, they don’t know us, they just want to make sure you guys are happy.”

“You make me happy!!” He’s never said those words to you quite as aggressively before, but you appreciate the sentiment.

“You make me happy too,” You place a soft kiss on his cheek and relish in the way his whole demeanor lights up, “Why don’t you finish up with your song hm? Then I can take you home.”

“I will! I’ll tell them how you’ll never hurt me! And always make me happy!”

You sit there for another hour, giggling in Marks lap as he raps some of the most juvenile and lovesick words you’ve ever heard, pausing mid phrase to kiss your forehead every five seconds before finishing the line.

He’s completely happy with the end result, putting his headphones on you and making you listen to it before blabbering about how he thinks it’s his “best song yet” as you drive him back to your apartment.

The next day he’s told you’re never allowed in the studio with him again because he spent twenty minutes singing about how good you smell, how good of a kisser you are, how good his dinner tastes when you cook it, how warm you felt on his lap at the moment— nothing usable.

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yongislong · 2 years

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tiktok prank + 127.

genre: illichil tries to open a jar that you glued shut! lol! fluff, crack, humor, nonidol!127 but its not specified, i hope my humor comes across through this...

cw/note: none but lmk! omg this request was so fun to do, ty anon and sorry it took so long! i've never done like... a typical reaction type of writing style before so it was kinda funny, these are a lot shorter than what i usually write, but yeah! send reqs if you have them! i will always get to them even if it takes me a minute. lmk if you want dreamies or wayv version! not proofread lol

taeil... i can't get it off. depends on the day actually, but i feel like he'd kinda give up LMAO. would be like mf i cant open it :-| or would probably get some pink rubber gloves to try and pull it off and it looks SO ridiculous that you have to break it to him that you glued it shut because you're convinced he's gonna break his hand before he even opens it. he is embarrassed LMFAO

johnny... there you go babe! the biggest dorkiest, most annoying smile on his face because he genuinely didn't notice anything different about the jar and you are... shell shocked. once you tell him you glued it shut his eyes almost pop out of his head because he actually didn't realize he was that strong... it kinda makes your head spin how innocent and cute he is about it, he knows how hot it was though

taeyong... GAHHHH. grunting loud as hell as he's gripping and twisting that thing for DEAR LIFE oh my god. his mom cooks so i'm sure he has some tips and tricks up his sleeve that'd he'd try and oh, oh boy, would he try all of them. eventually you have to tell him to stop after he lays down on the floor with various can openers, towels, rubber grippers, etc scattered all over the place, trying to catch his breath

yuta... silent smirk. he would struggle for a couple tries but gets a grip on it that pops it open. your eyes pop out of your head and you stumble over your words as he wordlessly smirks and hands you the jar back with a kiss to your temple. you chase after him and tell him the jar was glued shut and he literally won't stop flexing. would take this to the grave. when you watch superhero movies he always refers back to this moment and how he could beat them in any fight because cmon, he's the yuta nakamoto

doyoung... what the fuck. incoherent mumbles. is too prideful to give up and you almost want to not tell him simply because you just wanna let his stubbornness take over, its the funniest thing. he's sitting on the couch, laptop and phone open, both playing different videos on how to open jars that are too tight. eventually gets it open and it so cocky about it, he's pretty though so you allow his smile to get wider once you tell him you glued it shut

jaehyun... huffing an puffing. literally breathing so hard, you know he's strong so you're honestly shocked its so hard for him. he puffs out his cheeks as he presses his lips into a thin line, looking like that smiling bread meme lol. his dimples poke out sm. he eventually gets it open with a loud pop, pats you on the shoulder and asks you to never ask him to do anything for you again LMAO. you tell him the jar was actually glued shut and he feels a lot better about himself pft

jungwoo... confusion. would asses the situation LMFAO. literally so shocked like damn, what the fuck is this. asks you to forget whatever you were cooking because at this point its not worth it. flips and rotates the jar a thousand times to understand how something could be shut this tight. is convinced its a manufacturing error jdsjk. you tell him its glued shut and gets so ??? because damn it was a prank that backfired on you as well now and you have to eat buttered noodles for dinner!

mark... WOAH dude. shocked pikachu face. tries to open it through giggles but to be honest he gives me sweaty hand energy and he's so annoyed that the jar keeps slipping from his fingers but his reflexes are good so its ok. i have a feeling mark is hiding small yet insanely strong biceps under all his clothes so he gets it off once he wipes his hands on his shorts a couple times. tells you to not buy those brand of pickles again but kisses your temple as he leaves. you honestly don't tell him you glued it shut because you can tell how confused he is about the whole situation as he slightly tilts his head with a pensive face once hes sat at dinner

haechan... AHHGGHGHHAAAaaaa. squealing. screaming. his eyes are shut so hard. neck craned all the way back as he lets out all his frustrations. you tell him to shut up because you live in a complex lol. in the midst of all your playful arguing he pops the jar open and in the process spills half the bottle on your matching pj set. speechless for about 45 seconds. you both look at each other wide eyed as you finamly tell him shyly it was supposed to be a prank and he is fully straight faced LMFAO you both agree to never speak of this

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neophele · 1 year

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How They Comfort You When You're Anxious – NCT Dream Headcanon

This is absolute self-indulgence at this point. I need a Mark in my life I hope any other anxious and sensitive dreamzens out there are having a good night ;-; <3 Words: ~1k Genre: Fluff, comfort, headcanon Warnings: mentions of anxiety, nothing too specific though c:

Mark

Absolute sweetheart… would not let his arm leave your side as soon as he noticed you feeling bad, and would be whispering comforting words in your ear for the next several hours, even after you finally felt okay again. He’d hate seeing you feeling bad, but all of the comfort wrapped in a person called Mark would be there for you, no matter what the problem—simply holding you, softly easing you down from that knife’s edge of nerves with his gentle words and sweet-tempered touches. And he has the best words, somehow, no matter the situation. Even if he’s rambling complete nonsense, it makes perfect sense in contrast to your spiralling thoughts, countering any and every fearful tangent your brain tries to take you down. The perfect man. I think he’d just be the biggest sweetheart and look after an anxious partner so patiently.

Renjun

Incredibly practical about it! Brings you water and your favourite snacks, and rubs your back with soothing little circles to ease the tension in your body. If you’re out in public, he’ll hold your hand and let you squeeze his as much as you need, thumb tracing comforting patterns on your hand to try and focus you on something else. In private, however, he’d be much more hands-on – very literally. He would hold you, either sitting across from you and clasping both your hands in his or hugging you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist, focusing your breathing and slowly counting the seconds until your lungs evened out. Tethers you back to the physical sensations of reality to draw you from those dark thoughts, and when you’re finally feeling a little bit better, absolutely insists you eat your favourite food or at least some kind of warm drink to bring back the internal balance you need at that moment.

Jeno

He might be a little bit slow to pick up on your feelings at first, not realising your reticence is coming from anxiety rather than the usually quiet, loving moments you fall so easily into. Once he does pick up on it and overcomes that moment of oh my god, what do I do, however, he holds you and reassures you that absolutely nothing can get to you whilst he is there. Tells you he’s strong enough to fight away any of those fearful thoughts you have and gives you the biggest smiles with his crescent eyes, such a contrast to the muscular body hidden away under his jumper. Speaking of jumpers, he’d wrap you up in one of his, finding the biggest, cosiest clothes that smelt perfectly of him and tugging you into bed so you could lie on his chest and listen to his heart’s rhythm keeping you in time with reality until you can’t help but fall asleep in his arms.

Haechan

Somehow, Haechan would be the perfect balance of comforting and entertaining. He’d say anything and everything to distract you, doing anything to make you laugh and just pull you out of that deep well of anxiety. Hugs you and strokes your hair, kissing every open patch of skin he can find. As soon as you're able to voice your fears, he listens, denying any anxious thought that ever crossed your mind and reminding you how perfect you are. It might come across a little patronising, but only because he wants to show how completely unfounded your fears are. A huge believer in comfort food, ordering your favourite take out or a sweet dessert and sitting you between his legs whilst watching something light-hearted, spoon-feeding you with silly noises and playful commentary on your chosen entertainment.

Jaemin

Looks at you with those big eyes and wants to hear every worry on your mind. He’d never tell you that your thoughts were silly or unfounded, no matter the anxiety. Would simply listen until the root of your problems were unearthed and rationalise in a perfectly unpredictable Jaemin way how you needn’t fear anything. He’d want you to be able to cope on your own and would absolutely try and instil secure thoughts in your mind, especially when you weren’t anxious – so in the darkest moments, even if he weren’t there, you would be able to find strength within yourself. Other than that, he would want you to feel physically comfortable, so he would suggest a warm shower or bath where he washes your hair and massages you gently, followed by wrapping you up in a soft blanket and feeding you little nibbles of something sweet, all the while keeping those round eyes of his perfectly in line with yours.

Chenle

Chenle would have the instinct to listen and deny any anxious thoughts you had, though would also realise that somehow these things can’t be rationalised away. He would want to cook you something comforting and warm, homemade and full of love. Would also offer to buy you anything he could to make you smile. A little ring to twist on your finger to dispel some anxious energy? Yours. A soft toy to hold while you curl up in a ball? Yours. A way-too-big jumper to hide away in when the world is too much? Yours. Sings you a little song or plays something gentle on a piano (even if it’s just an app on his phone) to quieten down the sirens in your head. Wants to ease you through the anxious moments as smoothly as possible, knowing that they’re bound to come up at some point, but also knowing that means they will leave as well.

Jisung

At first, he’d have no idea what to do. Seeing you anxious and scared would just send him into a momentary meltdown, much like Jeno, but in an instant, he’d be hugging you, keeping you close to him and gently stroking your head as if to smooth out those little blips in your brain. He asks you what you want or need, and if you can’t answer, brings you a favourite hoodie of his and some of your favourite snacks, all ready to put your favourite comforting show or music on so you can hold him whilst distracting yourself from whatever’s chasing you at that moment. Despite all the effort into finding your most comforting favourites, he gets distracted by continuing to speak whatever words come to his mind, anything that could possibly ease your soul and make you feel more at home in your trembling body. It works, too, whatever he says punctuated with soothing strokes against your head, pulling you back to the reality that is the loving embrace of Jisung.

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