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you write the best fluff fics of mark that i instantly thought of you the moment i saw this tweet!! could you pleaseeee write about friends to lovers mark inspired by this?🥹🫶🏻

First Snow | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, having a secret crush on your best friend, mark always made things a little complicated but when you spend the first snow of the season together, it leads to your feelings for each other to become a little more clearer. wc: 1,800 a/n: omg first off thank youu! you saw that tweet and thought of mee?? 🥹 that's literally so sweet you don't understand! I hope you like this fic <3

Your friendship with Mark had been filled with white lies, from both parties, for quite some time now. As you both steadily fell harder and harder for each other, the truth was smudged more and more.

Every time Haechan jokingly asked if you were secretly in love with Mark you would be untruthful and say no, laughing it off as if the idea was unseemly to you. Every time you asked Mark if you looked nice enough to go out, he would nod his head yes trying to seem as indifferent as possible, as if his heartbeat didn't grow faster every time you got too close.

Your white lies worked a little too well, causing the both of you to be absolutely sure you both had no romantic interest in the other. At least, that was the case until tonight.

Mark was always down for anything, so when you got a sudden craving for some ice cream, he was adamant that you both get some, nevermind that it was the middle of winter. The weather had actually been a few degrees warmer than yesterday, so you figured your sweatshirt would be enough to keep you warm.

“Y/n, are you sure you don’t want to bring your jacket?” Mark asks, putting his on.

You shake your head no at him. “I’ll be fine. The store isn’t too far away.” But as soon as you leave his apartment, you’re hit with the coldness of the night and it makes you instantly want to go back inside which makes Mark look over at you with an ‘I told you so look’. You’ve always hated being proved wrong, so you fake a smile and start walking ahead of Mark.

You hear Mark laugh to himself at your stubbornness and then does a little run to catch up to you. “What flavor are you gonna get?”

“Hmm, guess.” You say, challenging him to see if he really knows you. “I wanna sayyy, Mint Chocolate Chip?”

Although that does sound good, you shake your head no at him. “It’s too cold for Mint Chocolate Chip.”

“What?” He asks in his high pitched voice. “All Ice creams are the same level of cold.” Again, you shake your head at him. “No, the mint in it makes it extra cold, Mark.”

Your statement makes him laugh which in turn makes your heart flutter. You always loved Mark's laugh, and being the reason why he’s laughing holds such a special place in your heart, you almost forgot for a second that you’re freezing. “Then, I think you’ll get… Cookies n’ Cream.”

“Hmm, If they have it, sometimes they're out.”

As the store comes into sight, you race Mark to see who can get inside faster. Mark is most definitely a faster runner than you, but you always seem to win every time you race each other. This time is the exception though as Mark reaches the door first and holds it open for you. As you start to go into the store, he puts his hand on the small of your back, leading you inside. It’s such a small gesture and you try not to put any meaning to it, but part of you can’t help but get butterflies from his touch.

However, his touch left you as quickly as it came as he walks towards the ice cream section and opens the door, grabbing your Cookies N Cream ice cream for you. “They didn’t run out!” He says happily, waving the ice cream at you.

You share his excitement and go to grab it out of his hand but he doesn’t let you. “If your hands aren’t already frozen from the walk here, holding this will definitely freeze them.”

“No, really I’m fine!”

He tilts his head at you and challenges you to lie to him again. You two have a mini staring contest before you finally just let him hold your ice cream for you. “Thank you.” He says, even though you should be the one thanking him.

You practically hide behind Mark as he picks out his ice cream, trying your best to avoid the icy blast from the freezers. There was a moment when he looked back at you and you swore you heard him mummer the word ‘cute’ to himself but you couldn’t be sure. You were about to ask him about it, but then he picked out his flavor of ice cream and headed towards the register to pay.

Right as you head out the store, a snow flurry falls onto your sweater. You grab Mark's arm to make sure he sees the change in weather as well. “Mark, it’s snowing. They said it wasn’t going to snow this winter.” You say in a whisper, almost like if you spoke louder the snow would be scared away. He looks up at the sky and sees for himself that it is starting to snow.

It hits you instantly that it’s the first snow of the season, and you're spending it with Mark. You try not to think about the silly cliché too much but a part of you can’t help but hope it will be true, that the person you spend the first snow with is the person you’ll fall in love with.

A smile forms on both of your lips, snow has such a nostalgic feel to it, always bringing you back to childhood. Memories of past snow days fill your mind and you’re only brought back to reality when you feel a jacket being draped across your shoulders. You turn to a jacket-less Mark and give him a surprised look.

“What? I obviously can’t have my girl getting cold.” He says, almost like the words left his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Your girl?” You ask, gripping onto his jacket.

“No I like… didn’t mean it like thatt. I just meant like you’re my girl. My best friend.” He says, trying to save face. You can both feel the awkwardness of the conversation, so you start walking back to his place, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. You thought you were doing a good job, but Mark can always sense when somethings wrong.

“...wait. Why do you look kinda sad?” You brush off his question by offering him a smile, confusing Mark even more. You can all but see the gears working inside his head as he tries to figure you out. “Did you want me to mean it in a different way?” He says, without making eye contact.

You stop walking and turn to him, shrugging your shoulders at him, not wanting to say your feelings out loud, but wanting so badly for him to know your feelings towards him. Mark stops walking as well and finally makes eye contact with you again, even though he doesn't say anything for a good minute, the snow around him falling harder.

Mark goes back and forth in his mind whether or not he should ask you the question he really wants to ask. Apparently, he’s feeling brave today because he works up the courage. “Like…hypothetically speaking would you want to be… or like could you potentially see yourself being my girl?”

Your mind races at his unexpected question. “Hypothetically?”

“Yeah. Like if I asked you, would you say yes?”

“I don’t know Mark. I guess you would have to ask me for real, not hypothetically to know the answer.” You say, and you two walk in silence the rest of the way back to his place. Usually the silence would kill you, but the two of you had so much to think about from your conversation that neither of you even noticed the silence.

~~~~

You came up with an excuse to leave Mark’s place early which left you both feeling confused about the conversation you just had. You thought about it for the rest of the day and into the night, unsure of where you stood with Mark. You wanted to text him, but each time you built up the courage to do it, you decided it was best not to.

Even though you were left confused, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as well. The idea of Mark liking you back was enough to make your heart burst. You even wrote it down in your journal, feeling like a little kid again with a huge crush.

What you didn’t know was how Mark was feeling. As you were trying to sleep your mind came up with a million scenarios of what was going through Mark’s head. Your heart sank as you thought of the possibility of him feeling regretful of his words, but then your spirits rose again at the thought of the possibility of Mark being relieved that he finally let his feelings out.

These “what if’s” filled your head until you fell asleep. What your mind hadn’t come up with though, was what Mark was going to do when you woke up.

~~~~

Since your thoughts kept you up later than normal, you found yourself sleeping in past your alarm. In fact, you don’t even wake up until you hear a knock on your door.

You begrudgingly get out of bed and go to answer the door, still in your pajamas. You open the door and there stands Mark. It takes a minute to process that he’s here, slightly dressed up and with your favorite flowers in his hand. “Hi.” He says.

You can’t help but notice that Mark is looking at you as if you're the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, not unlike all the other times he’s looked at you, but this time you allow yourself to actually see it.

Your eyes go from looking at Mark to looking at the flowers and back to Mark. “Those are my favorite.” You say, so softly. “Yeah. I dunno… I just.” He motions the flowers towards you and you take them, but all of a sudden you find that your eyes can’t be pulled away from him.

“You got me flowers, Mark.” You really couldn’t stop your heart from melting at the thought of him going out of his way to get you this beautiful bouquet early in the morning.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation and I just- Would you be my girl?”

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. You don’t want to speak, you want to savor this moment so you nod your head and smile up at him. You take a moment to look at him and gosh, you’ve never seen Mark’s eyes light up like this before.

He engulfs you in a sweet hug and you close your eyes, feeling like you are finally where you’re supposed to be.

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