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DUDE— I MEAN BABE !! -˚꩜｡- MARK LEE (이민형)

Oh no! Mark accidentally calls the love of his life dude! And now his baby is ignoring him ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

Mark’s leaning over the back of the couch, upper body hanging down until his face is almost upside down above you. You’re curled up with your knees to your chest, scrolling through TikTok like he’s not even there, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

He’s staring at you with those wide, pleading eyes, the kind that are way too hard to stay mad at.

“Babeeee,” he drags the word out dramatically, like he’s casting a fishing line and reeling you in, “you know I didn’t mean it.”

You don’t even glance up. “Nope.”

“C’mon,” he whines, leaning closer until his upside-down face is level with yours, peppering tiny kisses along your cheek.

You raise an eyebrow but keep your gaze locked on your phone, fighting the smile threatening to give you away. “You don’t call the love of your life ‘dude’ or ‘bro,’ Mark.”

He pulls back, mouth falling open like you’ve accused him of a crime. “I call everyone that!”

Finally, you turn your head just enough to give him a flat, unimpressed look. “Everyone? So I’m just… everyone now?”

“Stop thatttt,” he groans, pressing another kiss to your cheek before nuzzling into the side of your neck, covering your skin in warm little kisses. You roll your eyes, turning your face away to hide the stupidly giddy smile trying to break through.

But Mark’s relentless. He slides his hands along your jaw, gently tilting your face upward so you’re forced to look at him. From where he’s leaning over the couch, he gazes down at you with that boyish grin—half guilty, half smug.

“You’re not everyone,” he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re my baby. My girl. My princess. My—”

“—dude?” you interrupt, lips twitching.

He groans again, dropping his forehead dramatically against yours. “Okay, fine. I’ll never say it again. Just don’t ice me out like this, I’m dying.”

You smirk, finally setting your phone aside. “We’ll see.”

Mark’s grin is immediate. “So… does that mean I can kiss you now without you rolling your eyes?”

You try to act unaffected, but he’s already leaning down, brushing his lips against yours in a quick, eager kiss before you can protest. And you can’t help but kiss him back.

yayyyyy i finally posted !! and it’s more mark !! he’s so cute i could eat him !!

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daisies

wc: ~800 tell me i'm pretty

“Mark, stop moving,” you chide, squishing his cheeks between your hand to hold his face in place. 

He squirms beneath your touch, twisting at the swipe of your lipstick to his mouth. He genuinely has no idea where you got the idea to do this to him; the last hour has been spent with you sitting comfortably on his lap, doing his makeup. He can feel the tackiness of the mascara every time he blinks and the tip of his nose itches from whatever bright pink blush you dusted on it a few minutes ago. 

“Dude, it tickles—” he replies, before you squeeze his face tighter to force his lips into a pucker.

“I’m almost done,” you laugh lightly. You briefly glance up from his lips to meet his gaze. “Relax.”

In truth, he doesn’t really mind the whole makeup part—he’s practically incapable of saying no when it comes to you anyway—but it feels like you’ve been going at this for a smidge too long. Your eyes are locked onto his mouth, leaning in a bit closer as you finish applying the deep red color to his lips. Once you’re done, you pull back for a second to study your work, your face settled on a devastatingly cute expression of deliberation. 

He doesn’t fight the smile growing on his face. “You look cute when you’re concentrating.”

You blink out of your daze and there’s a slight upturn of your lips that makes his heart leap. “Stop trying to distract me.”

You set the lipstick down to grab a lip gloss off the carpet, where the rest of your products are spread out. Earlier, you had given him a very detailed tour of everything in your makeup bag and he’s been mentally quizzing himself on it all since then.

The corner of his eyes crinkle. “Is it working though?”

“No,” you answer primly, uncapping your lip gloss.

“Liar.”

All he gets in response is a short, airy laugh. Your hand returns to his face then, holding him gently as you attentively layer on the gloss. There’s a weird, tingling sensation that follows shortly after but he doesn’t mention anything this time. Instead, he looks up at you when you pull away once more and finally, finally he feels like he’s free. You’ve used nearly every product you own by now.   

“Okay, I’m done,” you sing. And his body slackens with relief until there’s a small, uncertain tilt of your head while you scan his face, musing, “but I feel like you’re missing something…”

He tosses his head back in defeat. “Baby—”

“Oh! I know—”

And suddenly, you’re jumping off of his lap and padding over to one of the nearby drawers in the living room. He doesn’t move from his spot leaning against the couch though, mindlessly playing with a loose thread on the carpet in your short absence. 

You return to him with a strand of baby pink ribbon and he raises a brow. You usually use that spool of ribbon when wrapping gifts so he’s a bit confused as to how you’re going to use it now. 

You instruct him to look up. When he does, you carefully wrap it around his neck, securing it into a delicately tied bow. Once you’re done, he tilts his chin back down to look at you and you gasp.

“Holy shit,” you beam, holding a hand over your mouth as you look him over. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Hold on, I wanna take a picture to remember this.”

The sudden onslaught of attention makes his face burn as you grab your phone laying off to the side. You take close to a billion pictures of him between his defeated protests and he’s silently praying that the blush you put on earlier is enough to hide his own. Once you’re finished, you show him his picture with a bright smile. 

And he’s not gonna lie, he thinks he looks good. 

“Are you happy now?” He laughs, settling his hands on your hips. His thumbs brush along a sliver of skin peeking out beneath the shirt you stole from him last week.

“Of course,” you hum, continuing to swipe through your photo gallery. “Thanks for letting me do this.” 

He gets an overwhelming urge to press a kiss to your forehead but has to stop himself, recalling the last swipe of gloss. And when you click your phone off and toss it to the side, you happily look back at him until your gaze narrows in on the corner of his mouth. 

“Wait, there’s a small smudge of lipstick here.”

A thumb comes up to wipe at it but Mark decides to throw all caution to the wind and instead leans in to slide his lips against yours, finally fulfilling his urge to kiss you after all. When he pulls away, he half expects you to scold him for messing up his makeup but you don’t.   

“You taste like strawberries,” you laugh instead, brushing away some stray strands of hair from his forehead. The way you look at him makes him feel untouchable; all the inconveniences of the past hour melting away so easily.

“Good,” he grins. “You can help me take off the rest of this lipstick then.”

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soft launching bf!haechan ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

©softlysoul’s permament taglist - @markkiatocafe @delirioastral

a/n - i am the president of the clingy/needy haechan fanclub

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Mark Lee as the boyfriend who simply cannot stop bringing you up

Mark is for sure the kind of person who, once he's in a relationship and deeply in love, can't help but talk about his significant other every chance he gets. Whether it’s relevant or not, he’ll bring them up because they’re always on his mind. I know this because he's like this when it comes to me #AskAboutMe🙂‍↕️

During a break from practice, Mark sits huddled in the corner, sipping from his water bottle as Haechan approaches. “What is that?” Mark asks, putting his water bottle down. “Menu.” Haechan replies, leaning down and handing his phone off. Mark scrolls through the menu aimlessly, unable to find anything that sounds good to him—then he stops abruptly. Haechan, growing increasingly impatient as he stands in front of Mark, perks up hopefully, thinking Mark has finally made up his mind about his order. Mark looks up at Haechan and holds the phone up with a grin. “Man y/n would die if she saw this. Delivering restaurants never have this on the menu.” Haechan sighs and lowers his head before reaching for the phone, only to have his hand quickly swatted aside. “I'm still looking!” Mark shouts, clutching Haechan's phone tightly in his grasp. “Then look!” Haechan snaps back at him, “Actually look.”

Packing in his last bag, Mark thanks his manager before climbing into the van. He's riding with Jeno, who is mostly absorbed in his phone. Mark usually takes a power nap or listens to music on his way to Music Bank, but right now, his eyes are glued to Jeno's phone screen. “What?” Jeno asks, laughing at mark who was currently leaning over him. “I'm bored.” Mark laughs, and Jeno shifts to give him a better view of his phone. “I was just watching the highlights of yesterday's race...you don't really care about this though.”  Mark shrugs, eyes wandering over the screen. “I can explain it to you, this is the—” Mark interrupts, “Wait does that say Lego?” Jeno nods. “Yeah, Lego is a sponsor for Mclauren th—” “Dude this is reminding me of that one time y/n was freaking out over this one Lego set…which one was it?” Mark recalls, pursing his lips as he tries to remember. “I'm pretty sure it was a car one too. Crazy... Maybe it was F1 related.” Jeno gazes at Mark with idle curiosity, while Mark chuckles sheepishly. “My bad for cutting you off, I just remembered... continue, I'm listening.”

Walking back into the kitchen with his phone in hand, Mark searches up the recipe once again. “Yeah, its butter. You're good.” Jaemin nods at his confirmation and adds butter into the pot he had been stirring. “You didn't have to do this you know.” Mark says walking to stand beside Jaemin and lean against the counter. Jaemin waves his unoccupied hand dismissively. “I just felt like cooking today.” Mark chuckles lightly as Jaemin add more to the pot. “Oh, I get that. It's like a mood you get in, right?” Jaemin snorts and looks at mark, “and what would you know about a cooking mood?” Mark tilts his head slightly, a smile spreading across his face, “Me? Nothing really. But y/n talks about these random urges she gets to cook or bake all the time. so, I'm assuming it's like that” Jaemin raises an eyebrow before shaking his head and facing the pot. “I should've known that's where that was going.”

What was meant to be a quick trip to the store is ending up taking much longer than planned. “Are you sure this store even has it?” Mark asks, feeling defeated. “Yes.” Renjun replies plainly, “I mean they could be sold out but, I doubt that.” Mark's shoulders slump at that, and Renjun bursts into laughter. “Let's just go check over there really quick and if it's not there then we can leave.” Their endless search for something clearly not there finally concludes in the back of the store, near the clearance section. “Well, I guess they are sold out...” Renjun comments, throwing a timid glance in Mark's direction. Mark gives him a sarcastic smile, “I told you that. Just order it onl— Oh my god!” Mark runs over to a nearby shelf and picks something up. “What?! Is that it?” Renjun asks excitedly, quickly following behind mark—his face dropping in disappointment once he sees what's in his hands. “Y/n has been trying to get her hands on this figure for the longest time...and it was just back here!” Mark turns to him, shoving the box in his face happily. “Congratulations.” Renjun replies snarkily before walking off.

Sat outside of Market Restaurant waiting for his order to arrive, mark reaches over to Jisung's plate. Jisung playfully pushes his hand away, “She said she'll be right back with your food.”  Mark frowns. “You'd let me starve until then?” Jisung smirks in disbelief at Mark's exaggeratedly fake sad tone. “You won't starve; besides, you didn't even want to come here with me at first.” Jisung munches on more fries as Mark takes a sip of water, keeping his gaze fixed on Jisung. “You’re being so mean right now...” mark trails off as Jisung pushes his plate towards the middle of the table, offering. Mark flashes a big smile at Jisung, grabs a few fries, and slides the plate back. “What made you order breakfast? They said it'd take a while since its after twelve now.” Jisung asks. “Is it…like a y/n thing?” Mark glances up in shock, “Yeah actually. Need to see if it's good to get the word back, you know she just has to know all the good breakfast spots.” Mark explains with a small smile, “I'll get a sandwich to-go though.” Jisung nods, taking a sip from his drink. “I figured.”

As soon as the live ends, everybody gets up to stretch. “What are y'all about to go do?” Haechan asks as they all move towards the exit of Mark's hotel room. “I'm going to sleep.” Jaemin replies simply and Jeno seconds that. “We're probably going to order something then go to sleep as well.” Chenle says, gesturing toward himself and Jisung. “I'll go eat with them two, then I'll go to sleep as well.” Renjun adds. Haechan agrees, “I'm sleepy too but I probably won't go straight to sleep so I don't know...what about you?” Haechan turns to mark. “I'm tired too, but I have to stay up a little bit longer.” Mark points to Jisung and Chenle, “can I come eat with y'all too?” Chenle gives him a thumbs up and Jeno asks why he has to stay up, but before he could reply, Jaemin and Haechan both answer for him. “Y/n.” Mark stares at them in shock. “How did you know?” They look each other then back at mark. “How could we NOT know?” Haechan asks in disbelief.

Bonus:

Not long after you step into the building, you are greeted by Chenle. Mark had rushed out earlier, forgetting his phone, so you reluctantly made your way to his workplace to return it to him. “Hey Chenle, I’m glad to see you.” you wave before reaching into your purse and grabbing Mark’s phone.

“Can you bring this to Mark? It’s his phone.” Chenle returns your greeting before taking the phone. “You don’t want to come by the room?” He asks and you say not today—your eyes locking on his wrist.

He notices your staring and holds his arm out to you. “I’m sorry…” you apologize shyly, “These are just so cute. Is it va—” Chenle cuts you off mid-sentence. “Van Cleef? Yes.”

You hum excitedly. “I thought so. I lov—”

He interrupts you again, speaking knowingly. “You love Van Cleef and you’ve been thinking about getting the tiger eye motif but you’re on the fence.” Chenle holds his wrist up and points, “Get it, you like it.”

You stammer, bewildered. “How d—”

Chenle interrupts again, marking the third time. “I know because your boyfriend doesn’t shut up.”

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SPIDERM— MWAH -˚꩜｡- MARK LEE (이민형)

mark cant stop yapping about spiderman and you cant stop kissing him. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

“You don’t understand,” he says, wide-eyed, voice already three octaves too loud, “if Peter and Miles actually team up again and then 2099 shows up, that’s like—bro, that’s like—”

You hum softly against his lips, and he still doesn’t get the hint.

“—three different timelines! And—mmph—okay, wait—wait—babe,” he mumbles as you kiss him again, “I’m trying to explain the multiverse and you’re distracting me—babe—”

You kiss him harder.

Mark Lee, your sweet, nerdy, infuriatingly kissable boyfriend, is sitting on the couch in his Spider-Man hoodie (the Miles Morales one, obviously), gesturing with one hand and completely unaware of the way you’ve climbed into his lap like a lovesick koala.

His other hand? Firm on your waist, like it always finds its home there. His thumb’s rubbing lazy circles, up, down, up, down—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Absent-minded. Natural.

And his lips—god, his lips—so soft, so pouty, so Mark.

“But if you think about it, like, Gwen and Miles—babe, I’m serious—they represent two different—mmhm—oh my god, you’re literally ignoring me right now,” he grins, nose scrunching as you pepper kisses along his jaw.

“I’m not ignoring you,” you murmur against his skin. “I’m just… appreciating you.”

“With your mouth?”

“Mhm.”

His laugh is all breath and heat, slightly shaky now, finally trailing off from his spider-rant. “You’re insane.”

“You’re talking about spider variants while I’m kissing you.”

“I was talking about variants,” he pouts, letting his head fall back against the couch, looking at you through thick lashes. “Now my brain’s melting. I had points to make.”

You kiss his pout. Then his cheek. Then his neck.

“Baby,” he groans, squirming just a little, “I had a whole theory—”

You slide your fingers under the edge of his hoodie, grip the fabric, kiss him again and again and again.

Now he’s not talking at all.

Just breathing in soft little stutters, kissing you back with those loser-lovey eyes like you put the stars in the damn sky.

“Your lips are so distracting,” you murmur against his mouth.

“You’re the distracting one,” he huffs, arms wrapping fully around you now, pulling you close, surrendering with one last grumble: “Spider-Man can wait…”

(He still tries to finish his theory ten minutes later—with you half-asleep in his lap, lips kiss-bruised and smiling.) finally some couple stuff !! *clap* *clap*

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more than a tease

𝜗ৎ pairing: lee haechan x reader

𝜗ৎ summary: he’s all teasing smiles, dumb pickup lines, and way too much confidence, but you’ve made a habit of staying unbothered. that is, until the day his jokes start sounding a little too real… and your heart starts listening a little too closely.

𝜗ৎ genre: fluff, downbad haechan x unbothered reader, haechan being a tease as usual

𝜗ৎ w/c: 2.5k

you weren’t exactly sure when it started, but at some point, lee haechan had made it his full-time job to flirt with you.

every day, without fail, he had something to say—usually ridiculous, sometimes charming, always annoying. it didn’t matter what you were doing or how uninterested you looked, haechan was there, leaning against the counter or dramatically sighing beside you like a lovesick puppy who had just been ghosted.

“you know,” he began one afternoon, plopping himself on the couch next to you like he hadn’t just followed you from the kitchen, “if i were a cat, you’d be the laser pointer i’d chase until the end of time.”

you didn’t even blink. “you’d probably get tired after five minutes.”

“no,” he grinned, chin resting on his hand. “not if it was you.”

you didn’t respond. instead, you scrolled through your phone like his presence was just another background noise—the hum of the fridge or the faint sound of traffic outside. you were used to this by now. haechan being haechan. persistent, dramatic, ridiculous.

“cold,” he muttered under his breath.

you hid your smirk behind your phone.

haechan had always been like this. you met through mutual friends, and somewhere between game nights and shared takeout orders, he decided you were his favorite target. while others found him hilarious and magnetic (and, okay, he was), you made the mistake of not being charmed from the start. and for someone like haechan, that was basically a challenge.

he once texted you a picture of a heart-shaped potato chip with the caption, “it reminded me of you. crunchy but beautiful.”

you replied with, “please never speak to me again.”

he sent another message two minutes later: “you’re even cuter when you threaten me.”

⸻

but you were stubborn. maybe a little scared. you’d seen the way he could charm a whole room with just a smile. you weren’t interested in becoming another girl he flirted with for a few weeks before moving on to someone new.

so you kept your walls up. made sure to keep your heart out of reach.

even when he looked at you like you hung the stars.

⸻

one evening, you were sitting on the balcony of your shared friends’ apartment, watching the sky bleed into night. the air was cool, and you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. the city buzzed softly below, and for once, it was quiet.

until haechan appeared.

of course he did.

“why do you always look like you’re starring in a sad movie?” he asked, sitting beside you. “like… heartbreak in paris or something.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“nope,” he said cheerfully. “you’re my favorite.”

you didn’t say anything.

a beat passed. then another.

he turned to face you fully, voice quieter. “you okay?”

you glanced at him, surprised.

there it was again—the shift. the way his voice softened when he wasn’t putting on a show. the way his eyes actually looked at you, like he saw through the sarcasm and unbothered expression.

“i’m fine,” you said, almost too quickly.

haechan didn’t push. he just nodded and leaned back, looking up at the stars. “you ever wish people would just say what they mean?”

you blinked. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know. like…” he paused. “like maybe someone flirts with you all the time, but he actually means it. like he’s not playing. but the other person never takes him seriously.”

you turned your head slowly.

he didn’t look at you.

instead, he let the silence fill the space, the way he rarely did. like he wanted the words to settle.

your heart thudded, once.

“is this your idea of reverse psychology?” you asked, trying to sound light.

he laughed, but it was quieter than usual. “maybe i’m just tired of pretending i’m not actually into you.”

your chest tightened.

you weren’t used to this version of him—the one who didn’t wear his bravado like armor. the one who looked nervous, like he’d just handed you a piece of his heart without knowing what you’d do with it.

“haechan…”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly, standing up. “i just… i wanted you to know i meant it. all of it. even the dumb stuff.”

you looked up at him, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.

“you’re really not just messing around?” you asked, softer than before.

he shook his head. “nope. unfortunately for me, i’m very much down bad for you.”

the words made your lips twitch.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered.

“yeah,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “but i’m your ridiculous.”

⸻

after that night, things were different.

not dramatic or sudden. haechan didn’t suddenly become serious all the time, and you didn’t start blushing every time he looked at you. but there was a softness between you now. a quiet understanding.

he still flirted—constantly. but now, you looked at him longer. now, you smiled more.

one morning, he appeared at your door with a smoothie and a lopsided grin.

“i got you the strawberry one. i remember you said mango makes your throat itchy.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you remembered that?”

“of course,” he said. “i listen to everything you say. i’m obsessed with you, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, but this time, you took the smoothie with a thank you.

he froze. “did… did you just thank me without insulting me?”

you smirked. “don’t get used to it.”

but later, when he walked past you in the living room, you reached out and tugged at his sleeve lightly.

“hey,” you said, almost shy.

he turned, eyebrows raised.

“you’re not… that annoying,” you offered.

he blinked. then grinned so hard you thought his face might split.

“is that your way of saying you like me back?”

you shrugged. “don’t push it.”

but when he turned to leave, you heard yourself say—

“haechan?”

he looked back.

you gave a small smile. “maybe ask me out properly sometime.”

he stared at you like he’d just won the lottery. “are you being serious right now or are you about to throw a pillow at me?”

“try it and find out,” you said.

he took a cautious step back. “i’ll text you details tonight.”

“don’t forget the smoothie next time.”

he saluted you, eyes shining. “anything for my laser pointer.”

you groaned. “you’re unbelievable.”

but this time, you were smiling.

and this time, you didn’t look away.

a/n: thank you anon for requesting! this was fun to write 🙂‍↕️ we love downbad haechan 🐻💕

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freestyle!

pairing: mark lee x reader

summary: in which your boyfriend can't stop freestyling!

genre: fluff, established relationship

w/c: 256

you were just trying to buy toothpaste.

that was it. a chill, uneventful trip to the convenience store. but you made the mistake of bringing mark lee with you.

“I’m telling you,” he said, already bouncing next to the gum display like a sugar-rushed puppy, “they should let me do an ad for toothpaste. I’d freestyle it.”

you didn’t even look up. “mark, no.”

but it was too late.

he struck a pose—in the middle of the aisle, and started rapping into a pack of breath mints like it was a mic.

“yo, minty fresh, clean my breath,

no cavities, I’m dodgin’ death—”

“mark.”

“brush twice a day, babe, I’m obsessed—”

“MARK LEE.”

he stopped mid-rhyme, turning to you with wide, guilty eyes. “too much?”

a little boy down the aisle clapped.

you covered your face. “I don’t even know you.”

“oh c’mon,” he grinned, stepping closer, toothpaste still in hand. “you loooove me.”

“I have poor judgment.”

“but excellent taste.” he wiggled his eyebrows, you snorted despite yourself.

later, walking home with your hands full of snacks you didn’t need, he bumped his shoulder into yours gently.

“you really don’t know how much I love you, huh?” he said, more serious now, eyes soft and honest.

you looked at him, heart full and warm. “I do.”

he smiled, wide and goofy and all yours. “then let me freestyle about you next time.”

you groaned. “I take it back. I don’t know you. I never knew you.”

too late. he was already beatboxing into a banana

a/n: this was so silly i loved writing this hehe

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slowly revealing your indie artist bf mark on insta

𖠚 warnings: a picture with food in it in the very last slide, 1 pet name used for the reader (“my love”), use of she/her pronouns!!!!!

𖠚 synop: slowly revealing your relationship with mark to your fans with hints on your instagram acc.

𖠚 pairing: youtuber!reader x indie artist!mark ft. a lot of other nct members including dream, wayv, 127, and wish!

𖠚 a/n: don’t ask me why this took almost 6 HOURS to make… but it was sm fun still!!!! finally figured out how to make insta posts/accs thanks to val, so all credits go to her for this >_< anyways enjoy this mini smau!!!

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mark lee has a HUGE crush on you!

friend!mark x fem!reader

congrats! mark lee, the ultimate loud and proud lover boy, has a huge crush on you! and while that's a good thing (and it is) he's heavily obvious and you're... well... heavily oblivious.

a/n: HELLO! this was just something random i decided to whip up since it's been awhile ): i had a big dose of motivation and went at it. there's big time skips between each conversation so apologies if it confused anyone! mwa mwa. thank you reading :]

also peek the small twinkling watermelon mention... i'm rewatching it for the 2nd time and i forgot how much i love it 😭😭😭😭

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stay.

lee haechan drabble.

“okay, I really have to go,” you whisper, carefully trying to slide out from under the blanket. but the arm around your waist tightens immediately.

“nope,” haechan mumbles against your shoulder, “you live here now. with me. in this bed. forever.”

you laugh softly, turning to face him. his eyes are still closed, hair messy, lips pouty. he looks too good for someone who’s been drooling on your pillow for the past hour.

“haechan.”

“i said what i said.” he opens one eye, narrowing it dramatically, “if you leave, i’ll die. literally. gone. perished.”

you raise a brow, “because i went to get coffee?”

“yes. abandonment issues. yours now.”

you roll your eyes, but your fingers are already brushing through his hair, “you’re so annoying.”

he grins sleepily, “you love me.”

“unfortunately.”

“say it properly.”

you pause, then lean down to kiss his nose, “i love you.”

he hums, satisfied, “good. now shut up and cuddle me.”

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU!

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nerdy/loser haechan ͙͘͡ ★

i can't get this look out of my head so here's this 😵‍💫

even haechan didn't know how he bagged a girl like you. but here you were, sitting next to him on his very own couch. he had agreed to let you come over to his apartment after your begging. he had warned you countless times of the noisy neighbors and how it was constantly freezing but you didn't mind. all that mattered was him.

you were playing mario kart together, eating pizza he had ordered. only, his attention had slowly drifted away from the game, not caring any more if you passed him.

"hyuck what happened to your streak?" you said through giggles as the screen popped up, saying you were in first and he was in fourth. his hand went to the back of his head as he leaned back on the couch, gaze running over you.

"i dunno, i thought you deserved to win," he said, voice extra raspy. you nodded, nothing less than suspicious.

"whatever you say... hey maybe you can show me leauge of legends; i don't wanna play but i'll watch you play." you said, watching as his expression changed.

he was suprised by your words, but he also knew how much you loved when he geeked out over things he was passionate about. "um sure," he said, making you smile. he helped you up from the couch, taking you to his bedroom, taking a seat on his gaming chair.

he started up the game, definitely taking notice to how you slowly inched closer to him. before he knew it, you were crawling onto his lap, claiming you were cold.

god you were absolutely evil he thought as you fiddled with the hem of his sweater, thighs bare on top of his. "maybe 'cause you decided to wear these shorts," he said, his hand running over your legs briefly before returning to his keyboard.

he played the game, explaining every aspect of it with enthusiasm despite the heavy tension between you two. you had started to tune him out, distracted by how his nimble fingers chased over his keyboard; how he bit his lips in between subtle curses when other players absolutely beat his ass.

"sorry i'm a bit rusty, haven't played in a few days..." he said as a sigh escaped his lips. he looked down at you, only to see that your eyes were practically eating him alive. "were you even paying attention... at all...?"

you shook your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. "i was then i got distracted," you say softly, hands drifting under his sweater. his breath hitched, focus remaining on the game. "i know you're distracted too though."

your focus went back to the screen of his pc as a screen with the word DEFEAT popped up in big letters. he groaned turning to you. "god i hate you," he said, voice strained.

you pressed another kiss to his neck, watching as he let out a breath he probably didn't even know he was holding. "i know you don't," you said. your hands went further up his sweater and your kisses moved down to his collarbone.

suddenly, the game was long forgotten.

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take a break.

pairing: bf!mark lee x gn!reader

cw: suggestive content, steamy tension, heated kissing, implied sexual content.

you’re on the couch with your laptop on your thighs, blanket over your legs, the clock blinking 11:42 PM. mark's been watching you for the last fifteen minutes—restless, fidgety, clearly not interested in anything other than you.

“you good?” you ask without looking up.

“mm-hmm,” he hums, still watching you. “just wondering how long you’re gonna keep ignoring me.”

“i am not ignoring you,” you reply, tapping away, “i’m just—ah!”

you let out a sharp breath when mark tugs your blanket off, throws your laptop gently onto the other side of the couch, and straddles your legs.

“mark—” you start to protest, but he’s already kissing down your jawline, slow and deliberate.

“you’ve been studying for hours,” he whispers, voice dropping. “my patience is dying.”

you grip the hem of his shirt as his fingers slide up under yours, warm palms against your bare skin. your heartbeat skips.

“just one kiss,” he says, lips already brushing yours, “then i’ll behave.”

he’s lying. you know it. but you kiss him anyway.

and the moment your lips touch, he deepens it—hungry, hot, his hands now under your thighs, pulling you closer until you're practically in his lap. your fingers tangle in his hair. his breath hitches when your hips shift against his just slightly—and that’s when you feel it.

"you're such a liar," you whisper against his mouth, grinning.

he grins back, breathless, “okay, fine. maybe two kisses.”

you push him lightly by the chest, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, gaze dark and amused.

“take the break,” he murmurs, “i’ll make it worth it.”

you sighed then nodded, “okay, fine.”

your back presses into the couch cushions as mark hovers over you, wrists still gently pinned above your head. his eyes scan your face—dark, hooded, but soft around the edges. like he wants to devour you and hold you at the same time.

“you sure you wanna play this game?” you tease, breath shaky, “i’m competitive.”

mark leans in so close, his nose brushes yours.

“so am I.”

then he kisses you again—deeper, slower this time. Like he wants to memorize how you taste. his hands let go of your wrists, sliding down your arms, your sides, until they settle firmly on your waist. he guides your hips to roll against him, just enough pressure to make your stomach flip.

you gasp into his mouth, and he chuckles, lips brushing yours.

“you feel that?” he murmurs, “that’s how much I missed you.”

your fingers sneak under his shirt, palms against his warm skin. you can feel the muscles flexing as he leans closer, mouth now trailing kisses down your neck—hot, open-mouthed, and maddeningly slow.

“i have a quiz tomorrow,” you whisper, even though your hands are already pulling his shirt off.

“and I,” he says, between kisses on your collarbone, “am a very distracting boyfriend. you knew this when you signed up.”

you laugh, but it turns into a breathless moan when he sucks gently at a spot just under your ear.

“mark,” you warn.

he lifts his head, lips swollen, eyes full of mischief, “say the word, and I’ll stop.”

you look at him—completely flushed, slightly messy, but full of love.

“…you're not gonna stop.”

he smirks, “exactly.”

ge kisses you again—deeper, needier—and everything else fades. the notes, the deadlines, the clock blinking into midnight.

there’s only you, mark, and the steady rhythm of your hearts racing against each other.

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five more minutes.

mark lee drabble.

your eyes flutter open to the sound of birds chirping softly outside the window, the morning light slipping through the curtains. you stretch under the covers, only to feel a warm arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar chest.

“where do you think you’re going?” mark’s voice is rough with sleep, and there's a smile in it—lazy, teasing.

“i was just gonna get water,” you mumble, but he tightens his hold.

“nope,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “five more minutes.”

“you said that fifteen minutes ago.”

“then five more on top of that,” he chuckles. “math is hard in the morning.”

you laugh, and he finally opens one eye to look at you, hair sticking up in every direction. he looks so soft, so real, like this—no cameras, no bright lights. just mark. your mark.

“stay with me,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “i like waking up to you.”

and even though your throat's dry and the bed is a little too warm, you let him pull you back in. because five more minutes with mark lee will never be enough.

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Forecast: 100% chance of falling in love

Pairing: Boyfriend!Mark x you

Genre: FLUFF

Word count: 1.569

“You’re really gonna marry me someday, huh?”

You laughed. “Let’s start with kissing forever and go from there.”

“Deal,” he grinned.

An: I loved writing "heartbeats and strawberry treats" so much that I decided to write another one in that same vein. I'm working on a few different things rn so it won't all be just pure fluff. But for now, please enjoy all the cute boyfriend Mark vibes! Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially if you'd like more stories in the future. Not proofread.

It started with a single raindrop.

You were curled up on Mark’s couch, legs tangled, a movie long forgotten in the background. Thunder rumbled distantly—soft, sleepy—and rain had begun to tap against the windows like it was trying to be let in.

Mark stood to stretch, hoodie riding up, and the waistband of his boxers peeking out, just enough to make your stomach flip (as usual).

Then he glanced outside and paused.

"…Wanna go dance in the rain?"

You looked at him, feeling confused at his sudden proposal.

“You’re joking.”

His eyes sparkled. “Nope.”

You squinted. “Like… actually dance? In the actual rain?”

Mark’s grin grew. “C’mon,” he said, already pulling you by the hand. “Just trust me, dude. It’s romantic or whatever.”

You tried to laugh it off, but your heart betrayed you—fluttering wildly as he tugged you toward the rooftop exit like you were in a coming-of-age movie and he was the boy you weren’t supposed to fall for, but did anyway.

By the time you burst through the rooftop door, the world was soaked in silver and gold - the rain light - just a gentle mist that clung to your skin. The city stretched endlessly beneath you, blurred in places by fog and puddle-rippled reflections.

Mark didn’t hesitate. He stepped into the open space and turned, offering his hand like you were about to waltz at some grand ball instead of on a leaky apartment rooftop.

You hesitated, but the way he looked at you—like he’d been waiting forever just to dance with you under stormy skies—left no room for doubt.

Mark spun you once without warning, water flicking off your sleeves, and you laughed louder than you had all week.

“You’re insane,” you grinned.

“You like it,” he grinned back.

He was right, you did.

You danced. Spinning, slipping, and bumping shoulders. Giddy, breathless, and laughing like you were kids.

It didn’t matter that your shoes were soaked or that your hair was sticking to your face. What mattered was him. His hand in yours. His eyes never straying. The way he looked at you like there was no one else on the planet besides you.

Before long, rain soaked through your clothes and laughter filled the air as you twirled together on the rooftop, lost in your own little world under the soft grey sky.

His hoodie was clinging to his arms, dripping wet, while your hair clung to your cheeks, but none if it mattered as you couldn't stop smiling.

At one point, you dipped him dramatically, both of you nearly falling into a puddle. He laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach, and that just made you laugh harder.

Eventually, when the laughter faded into something softer. His hand lingered in yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“Cold?” he asked gently.

You nodded, and he shrugged off his hoodie—which is already damp—and wrapped it around your shoulders.

It smelled like him: Like fresh laundry, your favourite vanilla body wash and something completely him that's warm and woodsy you could never name but always felt like home.

He pulled a folded blanket from the little rooftop stash the two of you had built up from your many spontaneous “late night star chases,” and you both sat down, knees brushing.

The storm had faded, the sky now painted in strokes of rose gold and lavender. You hugged his hoodie tighter around you.

“I think sunsets are trying to show off,” you murmured.

Mark chuckled, leaning back on his palms beside you. “They should. They’re almost as beautiful as you.”

You turned your head to catch him already looking at you.

Your heart fluttered, not only because of his words but also because of the love he held in his eyes .

“What?” you asked.

He smiled. “Nothing. Just… you’re really pretty when you’re not trying to be.”

You rolled your eyes with a bashful laugh. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like… this. You say stuff like that and then act like it’s nothing.”

Mark laid back, one hand under his head, the other still linked with yours.

“I dunno. Guess it’s easy to say what I feel when it’s about you.”

Cue heart explosion.

The city buzzed quietly beneath you, but up here, everything felt soft. Private. Yours.

“I like being here with you,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Mark sat up slowly, resting his arm on his bent knee so he could see you better. His expression shifted—calmer, but more serious somehow.

“Me too.”

He reached up and gently tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, fingers warm against your skin despite the chill.

His thumb began brushing slow, absent circles there.

“I need to ask you something,” he said, voice low.

You turned to him.

“Yeah?”

And then it came—so soft, so honest, like it had been living in his chest for days, waiting to be let out.

“Can I kiss you forever?”

Time stopped.

You blinked.

“What?”

Mark’s thumb stilled, but his eyes didn’t waver.

“I mean it. I’ve kissed you before, but this feels different now. Like… I want to kiss you every day. For no reason. For every reason. When you’re mad at me, or when you’re brushing your teeth, or when you’re halfway through ranting about something that made you cry. I want to kiss you when you’re sleepy or when you’re being dramatic over nothing and everything all at once or when you're glowing because you're excited. I want to kiss every version of you.”

Your throat tightened. You didn’t know what to say because how do you respond when someone says exactly what your heart's been screaming for weeks?

“Mark—”

He gave a tiny, nervous laugh. “Sorry. That was a lot. I just… I really, really love you. And I don’t know how else to say it except that I wanna kiss you forever.”

So you don’t say anything, instead you kiss him.

It was slow. Soft. Not perfect, not polished, just honest and pure. A kiss that said me too and I feel it and yes, forever sounds like a good idea.

When you pulled back, he was smiling. That lopsided, heart-shattering smile that always gave him away.

“Only if I get to kiss you forever too,” you whispered.

Mark grinned, eyes crinkling.

“You’re really gonna marry me someday, huh?”

You laughed.

“Let’s start with kissing forever and go from there.”

“Deal,” he said.

You both leaned back against the wall, letting the quiet settle over you again.

Mark’s arm was around you now, warm and secure, your head resting against his shoulder.

The sky had deepened to indigo, and the city lights began to twinkle like distant stars.

He hummed something softly under his breath, the tune familiar—one of the ones he’d been writing lately, the kind he never let anyone hear until it was finished.

“You’re humming that song again,” you murmured.

He smiled. “It’s about you.”

You turned to him, heart skipping a beat once more. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s about… this. Right now. And how I never want it to end."

You smiled into his shoulder. “Then don’t let it.”

He squeezed your hand. “I won’t, my love.”

Above you, the stars finally peeked through the clouds. Below you, the city never stopped.

But between it all—here on this rooftop, with his hoodie on your back and his voice in your ear—it was just the two of you.

And forever didn’t feel so far away.

©️ morningsunandnightsky, 2025.

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honeybee ✦ lhc

it’s a late night out with the boys, and all haechan wants is to take take you home…

✦ genre/tw est.relationship! disgusting levels of fluff!! haechan being the sweetest bf in the world! kisses, petnames, and talks of marriage!! reader has hair long enough to run your fingers through! unedited!!

✦ w/c 1301

✦ a/n i haven’t written for haechannie in maybe a year, but i missed him sm and im sooo excited for the comeback so here this is!! i hope you love it and it brings you the kind of quiet comfort that haechan brings in this fic <3 please remember to reblog and tell me how you feel!! xoxo

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“I think he really loves you,” Mark says, his voice terribly honest, yours viciously hopeful in your response:

“You think?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’ve never seen him so quiet before.” Mark knows this could be seen as a bad thing, that Donghyuck’s usually vivacious personality being tuned to zero could be perceived as negative—like he wasn’t acting like himself—but he means that he seems more himself than ever before. The way your boyfriend looks at you, gentle and adoring, the way his energy hums with content rather than the erratic confidence it usually has… He’s fully inhabiting himself, instead of that familiar persona their job coats him in. “It’s like, he couldn’t get to sleep and now he’s finally resting.”

When you were little you thought love was shown in loud moments, when there’s nothing left to try but true loves kiss. You thought it would be like a fast paced pop song or a race car going off the tracks, but it’s not really…

“He makes me feel like that too,” you say shyly, looking across the room at where Donghyuck is laughing with Johnny. Sometimes, you feel so anxious you can’t eat or sleep, and can barely get the words out to ask for help… Yet, one look from your love and the world quiets.

You used to think love wakes things up, but really it lulls everything else to sleep. It’s just you and him, all alone in bed, serene and peaceful like a lullaby.

Your love is not found in those golden hour moments of heat and want, it’s in the blue, when the world is quiet and all you can hear is your breath.

Mark looks at you and smiles, a large goofy one that he usually only gives to Chenle or Jisung. His hand comes up to ruffle your hair and he tells you, earnest even in its humor, “I better be the best man at your wedding.”

It brings a swarm of evil insects to your tummy to think about marrying Hyuck, it would be too amazing—everything you’ve ever wanted. The nerves crawl up your spine and implant themselves in your chest cavity, the thought too brilliant to let yourself think of it calmly. Hyuck would look so beautiful, standing before you and your family and promising to love you forever… you could envision the way he would look, as pretty as a sunrise.

You turn to look at him again, watching as he moves closer to you, eyes sweeping over your figure. Every step closer to you is another deep breath, in and out… in and out…

“Whose wedding?” Hyuck asks, emerging beside you as easy as a breeze.

He’s so handsome today, bronze skin shining under the lamps, his heart shaped lips folding themselves into a large smile. Having him next to you eases the butterflies, that familiar quiet finding a home deep in your chest. If Mark notices the change in you, he doesn’t show it, he just quietly watches you both—a secret smile playing on his mouth.

“Yours obviously,” he says.

“Aish, Mark Lee, don’t get too excited.” Haechan’s eyes glint with mischief, his mouth curving into a sinister crescent moon. “You’re gonna have to wait a while, I won’t be a child bride.”

Your heart surges, it kills you to hear that surefire confidence—the way he’s talking about your future like something that isn’t in question, like it's going to happen no matter what.

Their conversation goes on for a while, going back and forth between jokes and the most disgusting displays of love two boys could show. You find yourself zoning out, falling into a deep calm of thoughts—all about him. Hyuck’s just so wonderful, so pretty in the lowlight of the bar. You can feel his hands softly flow through your hair, nipping the skin behind your ear with his fingers.

He loves you like this, soft and pliant in his hands, a flower he can put between the pages of a book and preserve forever. He wants to take you home, wrap you up in his blankets and clothes, and consume all of the soft kisses and sighs he can conjure out of you. It’s been eating at him all day, from the second you got out of your jammies and into your tight moonlit dress. He wishes he didn’t have to share you with anyone, wishes he could open his chest and move you in between his ribs.

It’s not that he doesn’t want anyone to see you together, he doesn’t want to keep you a secret—rather he wants to keep you safe; a fire is dangerous when there's too much oxygen.

“You okay, honey?” he whispers to you, drawing you in closer against his side.

You realize you’re alone, Mark back with all the boys—you can see him, giggling with Jaemin over something Renjun said. Hyuck is still smiling, but its softer now, the smile he only gives you.

“I’m okay, baby, just tired.”

“We can go home whenever you want,” He tells you, his eyes soft with affection. His hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs swiping the slopes of your cheek bones. If you were paying enough attention you’d notice the soft touches were in time with the song playing through the bar speakers… if you were paying more attention you’d see the boys looking over at you with barely concealed fondness, but as it is, you’re only looking at him.

“Okay, baby,” you say, voice soft and flushed with romance. “Take me home.”

Your words make him flush and smile wider than a full moon, how he loves knowing that home is together—he wishes he could snap his fingers and get you there faster, do without having to call a car and walk up the steps to your door. He would do anything to have you alone and warm under the covers, make any choice if it brings that moment closer.

He adores you any and every way that you come, yet the version of you now, makeup smudged and warm from one too many moscow mules, is a close favorite. You’re so special to him, a starfall that crash landed into his life, a parade of colors behind his eyes.

“I love you, honey bee.” He says, voice so quiet you can barely hear him, “You’ll let me tuck you in won’t you?” His smile is coming closer, hiding kisses in your hair and drawing secret hearts on the skin above your belt.

“I’ll let you tuck me in, Hyuckie,” You tell him, grinning as his kisses move closer to your lips—awkwardly swiping against your nose and cheeks before landing a toothful kiss onto your grin. “Just remember my goodnight kiss…”

He smiles infinitely bigger, if that's even possible, kissing you through his quiet giggles and replies,

“And your lullaby too, huh?”

You love him you love him you love him…

Quietly and loudly and everything in between, you love everything about him—in dreams and memories, in the daylight and once the stars come out… you love him so much.

You can’t wait to be in bed next to him, sharing smiles and breath, mirror images intertwined into and around each other.

“Don’t forget my bedtime story, baby.” You say, giggling as he nips your nose.

“I would never baby, I'm already writing it now,”

You can vaguely hear the boys heckling you, making kissy sounds and gagging, but the only thing that seems important is the way he’s looking at you. He loves you, you know he does, but you’ve never been so sure of it until now.

“I love you,” you tell him, and you know by the look in his eyes and the way his lips lift as they meet yours that he feels the same.

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maybe something with i love my gf final boss haechan? i read something like that and it never left me…

#ilovemygf

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff!!

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: haechan x fem!reader

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵/𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: established relationship, no use of y/n (i think), no warnings

𝘸𝘤: 1k

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donghyuck wasn’t the kind of guy who made grand speeches or posted long captions. his love didn’t announce itself in glitter or fireworks. it showed up quietly—in the spaces between things. in the silence of a room where nothing needed to be said. in the slow, careful way he memorized what made your coffee just right.

his love definitely showed more so through actions, but his words never disappointed either. donghyuck showed his love quietly, always simmering below the surface but always visable to you. he would get up before you, and have your morning coffee already on the night stand when you opened your eyes. he would take care of your apartment, cleaning or buying groceries when you ran out. never bragging, never complaining - just quietly loving you.

donghyuck never needed your validation either, he knew you saw, you appreciated and you loved him every step of the way. one day donghyuck was doing laundry at your apartment. not unusual but nevertheless amazing on his part. hanging it up to dry, he realised your hoodie had shrunk. without batting an eye, he tracked down the same one and ordered it on the spot. he didn’t even tell you, he didn't need to.

"does my hoodie look different to you?" you said one afternoon, lounging on the couch while reading a new book.

"it is different," he replied casually, "yours shrunk in the wash, so i got you a new one."

your eyebrows shot up momentarily, before reminding yourself this is donghyuck. of course he would do this, especially without feeling the need to tell you. you swore your smile couldn't be wider, as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, muttering a 'thank you'. donghyuck simply smiled in return, not needing the acknowledgement but reveling in it neverthless.

you got sick in october. not bad, just that annoying kind of sick where your whole body feels wrong and everything tastes like cardboard.

donghyuck saw your nose turn red, your body evidently ache from exhaustion, and heard your coughing from the next room over. your boyfriend was never a great cook. alright at the basics, always struggling with the advanced recipes. despite his minimal skills, donghyuck chopped the garlic, and cut the onion that made him cry. he made you soup, soup that you didn't ask for but he saw you needed it. the small smile of appreciation was reward enough for his efforts.

every once in a while, you would tell him just how much you see and appreciate.

"i think," you said "you're secretly the most romantic person alive."

"i think you just really like soup," donghyuck retorted, holding you tighter as the two of you laid on the couch.

“no, really. you… you love like a lighthouse. just steady. you don’t crash over people, you just stay, and wait, and keep the light on.” your eyes shone like stars in a night sky, looking slightly up at your loving boyfriend. donghyuck didn't reply. he didn’t need to, his rosy cheeks and ghost of a smile said enough.

"do you want more tea?"

you laughed softly at his words, clinging onto him, "god, yes."

it wasn't like you were on the recieving end of all the affection and love in your relationship. your acts of love were more direct, louder, and noticable to the naked eye. always the planer, the 'type a' in the relationship, you kept things grounded. your love was all bright colours and fast thoughts; expressing it came differently to you. where donghyuck lacked, you picked up. keeping dates, making meals, choosing what to watch in the evenings. it was safe to say, you weren't the romantic one. but that was okay, because donghyuck created enough romance for the two of you.

you once told him that when you were younger, you thought love had to be loud to be real. screaming matches and dramatic kisses in the rain. but now you knew that love could also be someone remembering how you take your eggs. someone who learns the shape of your silence.

donghyuck never wrote you a poem. never serenaded you. never held up a boombox outside your window.

but one day, you came home to find he’d rearranged all your books by color. you didn’t even realize he knew the difference between dark academia and cottagecore romance. there was a cup of chai on your desk, still warm. a candle burning that smelled like vanilla and woods.

and on donghyuck's laptop screen, a word doc titled:

never forget, always keep close

it was a list. dozens of lines.

• the way she snorts when she laughs too hard.

• her terrible taste in romcoms.

• the fact that she keeps a tiny plush frog on her bookshelf named Stu.

• the way she curls up when she reads, like a comma.

• the way she looks at me like I’m not just safe, but home.

you read it twice before you even noticed the last line:

• ask her to move in. soon.

you stood there, eyes wide, hand over your mouth. donghyuck walked in behind you, holding your hoodie in one hand and two takeout boxes in the other.

“i didn’t mean for you to see that yet,” he said.

you turned to him, smile trembling. there were no words to describe how you felt. every time you thought your whole heart was donghyuck's, he managed to steal another piece and keep it to himself. you threw your arms around him. and he held you. quietly. steadily. like he always did.

"i'd love to move in with you, hyuck."

you moved in together that winter. the snow coating the pavements as the two of you dragged the last of donghyuck's boxes up the stairs of your apartment building. it made sense. he was always at your apartment anyway. yours was bigger. it was a mutual decision - like every other in your relationship. but it was easy. like riding a bike - once you learn how, it never fades.

donghyuck still made you coffee in the mornings. you still placed books on every viable surface in your now shared home. you still lost things. but you did it all together.

and every so often, you would look at him across the room—watching you with soft eyes and a quiet kind of awe—and you'd think just how lucky you were. and donghyuck was thinking the same.

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴!

anon im so sorry 😭😭 this took so long, it's a bit different from what i usually write but i wanted to try something new lmk what you all think 🙏🏻🙏🏻 also not proofread and so short 😣😣 i have a few more requests to get to but keep sending them i love seeing what you want me to write next and your opinions 🫶🏻🫶🏻 luvs4haechan out

[minijaems]

mark lee bf headcanons!

okay i’m insane thanks for this / i wrote this weeks ago, i'm talking weeeeeks. it's been sitting in my drafts. it's not much, but it was all i could get out, if we want more i can possibly provide <3

JUNO - sabrina carpenter <3

that’s him, that’s boyfriend mark

‘don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing, oh yeah you just get it’

boyfriend mark is the sweetest most loving most attentive boyfriend to ever exist

boyfriend mark is opening up doors for you, helping you into the car- and he’s subtle about it. no rush, no hurrying to beat you there because he’s already there.

mark is always one step ahead of you, taking your hand before you step off a curb, slipping a hand around your waist to pull you out of people’s way while you rummage through your purse walking down the sidewalk, he’s tucking your hair away from your face, he’s licking his thumb and wiping your smudged lipstick- and he’s subtle about it. nonchalant. its domestic. just another tuesday. will keep a straight face while he wipes your snotty nose with a tissue on a cold winter day.

he’d probably even use his sleeve. he doesn’t care.

as much as caring for you comes naturally to boyfriend mark he’s definitely a stage five clinger when it comes to you. he’s a leo, he can’t help it.

mark will hang from your shoulders while you putter about the kitchen. making morning coffee after he put you through the mattress last night, you should be the one wrapped around him, and eventually you will be, but he’s gotta get his fill. soft kisses to your shoulder, twisting your hair around his finger while he watches you fix him something to eat over the shoulder he’s laid up on, talking oh so softly, a drastic change from the night before…

spinning around in his arms, letting him sip your coffee first, his arms dangling around your neck, you’ll toy with his messy hair dusting his brows, push it out of his face, pout at his sleepy eyes, his puffy sleepy face, and kiss the tip of his nose- and he’ll blush. eyes fluttered shut, lips squishy, eyebrows slightly flipped, the sleepy whiney boy who just wants some of your attention...

i'm gonna eat him, mark my words <- lol