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20:20 pm

[writemekpop]

Cold Feet | Mark Lee

Summary: With just one week to go, you call off the wedding. You’ve just realised that you know nothing about your fiancé.

Genre: Angst, established relationship AU

Word count: >1k

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stood outside Mark’s door, shivering. Icy rain was slamming down, drenching you, but you didn’t care. You just needed to see your boyfriend.

“Come on, open up!” you cried, banging on the door again.

The door swung open. Mark was standing there, in nothing but his grey pyjama bottoms, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His dark hair was splayed out in all directions.

“Y/n, whatchu doin’ out here? It’s three in the morning.” Mark said. He stood to the side, ushering you in. “Come inside, you’re soaked.”

You shook your head, ignoring his outstretched hand. “We’re getting married in a week!”

Mark smiled. “I know. Baby, wedding planning is all we’ve been doin’ for months.”

“No, you don’t get it. Mark, we’re supposed to be getting married, but… but… we can’t!”

Mark frowned. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t know anything about each other!” Tears slid down your cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“What are you talking about, Y/n? Of course we do,” he said softly.

“No we don’t. We’re making a huge mistake!”

“Please just come inside so we can talk about this properly.”

You followed Mark into his apartment. He handed you a towel and one of his spiderman T shirts.

“Put this on, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he said.

Your heart twinged at Mark’s kindness. You got changed out of your clothes and sat on Mark’s bed, wearing his T shirt that smelled just like him. You gulped.

Mark rubbed his neck. “Y/n, this is just pre-wedding jitters. Freaking out in the middle of the night ain’t helpin’ anyone. Can we just talk in the morning?”

“You’re not listening to me! Mark, we’ve been dating for a year, but we haven’t talked about anything important. I mean… where are we going to live once we get married? One of us is going to have to give up their apartment, but who?”

Mark stared at you in silence. You went on.

“We’ve never talked about whether we want kids, or if we’re gonna send them to private school or not. Whose family are we going to visit on the holidays? And what about money?”

Mark shook his head. “Y/n, I don’t care about all that stuff. All I know is that I love you, and that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.”

Mark touched your arm gently, but you shook him off.

“All that stuff, Mark, is our entire life,” you spat. “Love isn’t enough.”

The temperature in the room fell to zero.

“Do you not love me?” Mark asked, voice small.

“I do, but Mark, what even is love? We don’t live together, we’ve never been on holiday together, heck, we’ve never even had sex!”

Mark gulped; eyes glued to the floor. “I thought you said you were okay with that…”

You sighed. “Mark, don’t you get it? We’re rushing into this lifelong commitment when we’ve barely thought it though. I should never have… said yes when you proposed.”

“Are you saying you don’t wanna marry me next week?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Not next week… but maybe someday?”

“I have never doubted us, Y/n.” Mark stood up, stuffed a pillow under his arm, and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep on the couch,” Mark said, rubbing his eyes.

“But this is your apartment…” you said.

Mark groaned. “Fine, you sleep on the couch! Actually, why don’t you go back to your own apartment!”

“Mark, I-“

“Why are you sabotaging our wedding like this, Y/n? You should have talked to me earlier, instead of waiting till the week before our wedding. You’re being so… selfish.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears beginning to fall again.

“Go home, Y/n. I can’t be with you right now.” Mark pushed you out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked.

You looked around Mark’s living room. There were pictures of the two of you on every surface. You felt sick.

You sobbed the entire way home in the taxi. When you got inside your apartment, you flopped onto your bed, not even bothering to take off your shoes. You had just pushed a good man away. What had you done?

---

The next morning you were awoken by a thumping on the door. You jolted out of bed, head throbbing from crying so much.

Could it be…? You tried not to let yourself hope as you ran to the door and pulled it open.

Yes! It was Mark, looking adorable and tired with his circle glasses and stubble.

“Mark, what are you doing here?”

“I think we should move into your apartment,” Mark said.

You raised your brows. “What?”

“Yours is bigger, so it just makes sense,” Mark said. “And I do want kids, but no more than three. I’d wanna send them to private school if we can afford it. Let’s go to your folks for the holidays, and for money? We can figure it out together.”

You sighed. “Oh, Marky.”

Mark took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I’m sorry for gettin’ mad last night, Y/n. Everything you said was totally reasonable. We… need to talk about this kinda stuff before rushing into anything.”

You sighed.

Mark looked at you, brown eyes glassy. “We can postpone the wedding if that’s what you want. We don’t even have to get married. But, please, I need you in my life.”  

You pulled Mark into a tight hug, too overwhelmed to speak. You breathed in his familiar peach shampoo smell, and basked in the warmth of his body.

“How was I lucky enough to find you?” you whispered; face buried in his neck. “I must have done something amazing in a past life. Saved a bunch of orphans from a burning building or something.”

Mark snorted.

You were beaming as you pulled him into your apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“I want to kiss my man, but I don’t wanna give the neighbours a show,” you said, smirking.

Mark just smiled, and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were eager, and his hands roamed your hips. You could feel his tongue against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You pushed your hands into his hair and kissed him back, hard.

When you pulled away, you were both panting.

Mark leant his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed.

“There was one more thing I wanted to talk about… about what you said last night,” Mark whispered.

“What is it?”

“The fact that we’ve never… you know…” Mark bit his lip.

You pulled away to look your boyfriend in the eye. You cupped his cheek. “Baby, I’m fine with that. You said you wanted to wait till marriage, and… I respect that.”

Mark’s fingers were toying with the hem of your blouse. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to resist me for that long?” His pink lips were pushed out in a smirk.

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his broad shoulders. “It’s true, you are irresistible. It’s going to be torture.”

You dragged out the last word, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Mark’s neck. He shuddered with pleasure.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Mark said, his eyes slipping shut.

“Don’t I know it.” 

—

MASTERLIST

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[taexoxosgf]

1:00 AM

classmate!mark x fem!reader

“Do you seriously not know the meaning behind Netflix and chill?”

warnings: hickeys, dry-humping

— inspired by @1kook ‘s netflix & chill series

Tapping at your thigh, your impatience grows after every second that passes.

You're not typically this horny or impatient, but to set the scene, you met Mark on the first day of classes. As everyone filed into the auditorium and the professor began rambling, he took the seat alongside yours. Throughout the first week of school, you started talking to him, sharing mutual interests and small talk. You think he's awfully cute. So you went ahead and texted him, wanting to "Netflix and chill" this weekend. Maybe you were being too direct, but the deed had already been done, so you might as well embrace it.

He doesn’t hesitate with a ‘for sure’ text back, not asking further questions or details about your request. You smile at that, excited to explore another side of the cute boy who you see in class.

The day arrives, and he walks over to your flat, smiling affectionately as the door swings open. You both laugh and fond over each other while he cooks dinner and joins you afterward at the dinner table. He's so funny and sweet you realize, finally conversing about things other than school; it just influences you to increase your expectations, and you wonder why hookups aren't typically like this.

Now you're both adjacent to each other, your body cuddling up to his side as the movie plays. It's amusing since Mark hasn't made a single move towards you all night. Aside from the arm around your shoulder, he hasn't attempted to sneak his arm any lower. And he hasn't yet attempted to even kiss you. Perhaps he changed his mind? The movie is almost over, and the line has yet to be crossed. But the voice in the back of your head tells you that just because he didn't plan to tonight doesn't mean he doesn't want to, right? A glimmer of optimism just helps to persuade you more, and once you dig a hole, you only dig deeper.

He laughs at a comedic moment in the film and you find it adorable. He’s so invested and that’s when you realize Mark seriously didn’t come here to have sex with you. It’s not his intention at all. His kindness and investment into everything you both did tonight is probably an effort into a full-on date.

But this only made you more horny and attracted to him. Fuck, you want to jump his bones so fucking bad. And you’re cursing yourself but like a bitch in heat you’re already escalating the situation.

“Mark, the movie’s almost over,” you look up at him.

He’s chuckling at your random commentary then looking down at you, “Yeah, it’s almost over.”

“It’s almost over, and I invited you to Netflix and chill,” maybe the phrase ‘Netflix and chill’ flew over his head but it couldn’t be because you literally texted him those three words.

He blinks at you, almost like he’s unable to process your rhetoric.

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he quirks. Maybe he’s clueless or the facade is running right past you, but you fully believe Mark actually has no idea about the ulterior motive of the popular phrase.

It’s alarming. So alarming, that you have to sit up from Mark’s side to look at him. You’re really attempting to understand how he doesn’t know the popular booty-call slang, head tilted to the side and all.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions.

You smirk, “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

He pauses, staring like a deer in headlights, “It has another meaning? What else would it mean?”

“Markie,” you inch closer to him, so much that your noses brush at the nickname. “You’re so cute,” you say slowly as you straddle him with one leg on each side of his thighs. Thankfully, you wore a skirt, so the thin panties are the only things between the rough material of his jeans.

“Why’d you agree to my text, but won’t do just that?” his breath hitches as you slightly move around on him, but it doesn’t do much because you’re not directly on top of where he needs it most.

“W-what?” he stutters slightly.

“It means,” you bring your lips to graze his earlobe. “You wanna fuck,” u purr and he freezes at the revelation.

“You wanna fuck while some movie plays in the background,” at this, your hips move directly above his crotch and the weight of your body forces him to groan softly in pleasure.

“It’s j-just an excuse,” You whimper as you move gently against him. Mark's hooded eyes tenderly glance at you, his erection slowly increasing against his jeans as the scene progresses. Because of his hesitation, his hands have already found homage at your hips, and you almost grab them to move them yourself.

Already, you're dragging your lips against his neck, sucking and biting to leave gentle marks on his flesh. Your fingers tangle in his hair, unknowingly tugging on his locks, only for him to squirm beneath you, hands attempting to steer your hips. And it's not quite enough for you to cum, but the zipper rubbing against your clit sends goosebumps up your spine, and you moan against his neck.

"Will you do it?" You resume licking a stripe up his neck. When you notice the lust on his face, you can't help but beam a grin.

"Yes," he gasps at the sensation of your motions against him.

"I'll do it."

[heartbrkr]

aftermath of arguing with mark

highly requested! i wasn’t planning to make another part, but here it is

part one | MASTERLIST

[dreamrk99]

Endless blooms -mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Cw/ :mentions of nudity ( that's it is really a fluffy little work )

As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself nestled in our cozy bed, surrounded by rose-colored sheets, and wrapped in my lover's arms. His warm breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "Wake up, my love. " Although I knew he was right, I couldn't help but groan at the thought of leaving the comfort and happiness of the moment. My body was so comfortably nestled into his, and I felt a sense of contentment that I never wanted to let go of.

He gently placed a soft kiss on my forehead while lifting me with a gentle hum. "Good morning, my sunshine," he said in a tone filled with admiration that only I could understand. I nodded in response, slipping out of his arms and making my way to the pink vintage bathroom. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, enjoying the sound of the water filling the bathtub. The warm water was inviting, and I couldn't wait to soak in it

I stand by the bathtub, my gaze fixed on the tap as it slowly fills up the tub with steaming hot water. The sweet fragrance from the floral-scented soap wafts up, as the bubbles gradually form a foamy layer on the surface. As I wait for the tub to fill up, I notice a soft pink tint creeping up the water, giving it a soothing effect.

Just then, Mark, my love, looks up and catches a glimpse of my shadow from the corner of his eye. He smiles and I feel a small smile curling up the corners of my lips as Mark's kind gesture warms my heart.

.

Mark had been preparing the bath for some time now, adjusting the temperature of the water until it was just right. As I approached, he had already stepped into the water, his hand stretched out for me to take as he safely guided me inside. The warm, toasty bath enveloped my body as I settled into the tub, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly fade away.

Mark occupied the end of the tub, his back against the cool tile wall, his legs spread open, inviting me to sit in between them. The sensation of his warm skin against mine was comforting, and I felt safe and content in his embrace. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub was soothing, and I allowed myself to relax fully, enjoying the moment of peacefulness and tranquility.

As I settle into the warm water, I feel Mark's arms wrap around me, his knees gently brushing against my sides. I turn to look at him and he smiles lovingly at me. I reach out and start playing with the bubbles on his knee, making little hearts and messages. Mark leans back, resting his arms on the rim of the tub, and I take a moment to admire him. The soap suds cling to his skin, creating a beautiful contrast against his toned body. "You look so pretty," he says, his voice soft and sincere. I feel my heart swell with affection for him as we continue to enjoy the peaceful morning together.

hmmm,” I hum as I lock my hands with his big ones “Pretty, “I say in a soft tone that makes him look down at me from behind me as I examine his pretty hand's moles adorning his skin locking so easily with mine all he can do is smile his face buried in my neck, leaving small kisses on it “ smells like home “ his whispers

My whole neck had turned rouge, and my heart was pounding. I was utterly in love with him. I turned around to face him, and our foreheads touched. I could feel his breath on my face, and I knew he was waiting for me to say something.

Without hesitation, I locked my lips with his. My hands wrapped around his neck as I relaxed into him. Our bare bodies pressed against each other as the warm bath water sat at my hips, tinted a pretty pink. I felt so safe and loved in his arms.

After a moment, I pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I wanna be with you for the rest of eternity," I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest.

He looked at me with nothing but love in his eyes and replied softly, "You can." It was the happiest moment of my life.

[locallixie]

give me a kiss — mark

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

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

> warnings . minor language

(wc) > 1.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shh, shut up, my baby’s sleeping.”

[yourkeikei]

I need him in my sheets rn..🤗

[tenswrld]

soup!

mark lee x reader, super fluffy bc this is my literal bf and he makes me want to cry 25/8

a/n: mark brainrot has been so bad lately the delusions are getting to me

“where do you wanna go for lunch today?” you asked your boyfriend, who was currently mindlessly scrolling through his phone. 

it was mark’s day off from his tour, leaving you and him to explore chicago on your own. like the lovely significant other you are, you decided to treat mark out for lunch as a way to reward him for all the hard work that he’s been doing.

“uhm,” he thought for a second before letting out an awkward laugh. “i don’t really know what’s around here.”

you thought about taking him somewhere fancy; somewhere where you could proudly treat your boyfriend to expensive ass food (even if it did leave you and your wallet crying by the end of the night) because, to you, mark deserved nothing but the absolute best. thus, you began to search for some of the more famous spots in chicago. a curious hum from your lover quickly interrupted you and caught your attention.

“johnny was talking about this one place he used to go to all the time,” he trailed off, trying to remember the name. “it’s, like, a bakery...?”

“a bakery...” you mumbled to yourself, smiling at the idea. “that would be cute!”

“i think it was called panera...?” mark sat up, ready to call johnny to confirm if his memory was correct. “yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.”

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “you want to go to panera?”

mark smiled at the sound of your laughter and turned to look at you. “yeah, i’m down! i want to see what johnny was raving about.”

“it’s not all that fancy though, just a warning,” you replied. not that there was anything wrong with panera, but you wanted to treat mark to something...better than panera.

mark shrugged, moving a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. “i don’t care about that. as long as i get to spend time with you, i can eat anything.”

flushed, you looked away and stood up, pulling mark up with you. “alright! panera it is!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

the two of you stood aside as you browsed the menu together. you hummed nostalgically with a soft smile on your face as you took in the atmosphere.

“you know, i used to come to panera a lot when i was in high school, too,” you told your boyfriend (who was meticulously observing his different options of soup).

at this, mark turned his head to you. “really? that’s dope, i didn’t know that.” the excitement in his voice made you chuckle, finding your boyfriend extremely endearing. “okay, should i get the chicken soup, or the broccoli cheddar? what vibe are we feeling today?”

after a moment, you leaned into his shoulder. “how about the chicken soup? we can share that and i can get us a pizza to share too.”

mark nodded and placed a soft kiss on your head, silently agreeing to your proposal. he let out a sudden gasp, catching you off guard. “woah, wait, you can get your soup in a bread bowl?” he looked at you as if to get your opinion and was only met with a fond smile. he took that as a way of you saying you liked the idea as much as he did. “dude, let’s do that.”

“i’ll order, you can find us a place to sit.” you gently pushed mark, determined to pay for your guys’ meal today.

mark frowned, keeping close to your side. “what? no, no, i can order, you should go sit.”

you placed your hands on mark’s shoulders, stopping him in his place. “let me treat you today, okay? you deserve it.” after mark made no effort to move, you pleaded one more time. “please? let me do this for you.”

although reluctant, mark eventually gave into you. he placed a quick peck on your cheek before turning around to go find a table for you two. “i’m treating us to dessert after this, then.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“oh my god.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the way that mark marveled at the food in front of him. he happily took photos of his bread bowl (and the pizza, but he was more excited about the bread bowl), and insisted on taking cute photos of you despite your constant whining about not being photogenic enough. you also took photos of mark, though he was too focused on the soup to notice that you were. 

mark dipped his spoon into the soup and raised it towards you, urging you to take the first bite (slurp ??). “here, taste it.”

leaning over the table, you hummed happily at the taste of the warm soup. maybe it was because of the cold weather in chicago, but the soup tasted especially good (or, maybe it was because you were eating it with the person you loved the most). “wow, that’s really good!”

mark took a napkin and wiped at a small drop of soup that dripped onto your chin before bringing the spoon to his mouth as well. leaning back in his seat, mark sighed in content, very clearly enjoying the soup. “damn,” he said after a second. “that’s some good soup. i see why you and johnny would come here all the time.”

“i think i only ever got the mac n cheese so, this is pretty new for me too,” you admitted, laughing at the look of disbelief on your boyfriend’s face.

“all those choices and you chose mac n cheese?” he teased you before feeding you another spoonful of soup.

“hey, the mac n cheese is really good, okay? and i was, like, sixteen.” you pouted at him.

“yeah, sixteen and clearly missing out on some good soup.” mark laughed at you, wincing after you gently kicked him under the table. “maybe we’ll have to come back sometime so you can treat me to this famous mac n cheese.”

smiling and reaching over to gently poke at his free hand, you agreed. “i think panera dates should be our thing whenever we come to the u.s., hm?”

mark shrugged. “that would be cool. i would eat anywhere with you, you know.” he took your hand in his and played with your fingers as he stared fondly at you.

you scrunched up your nose, feigning disgust. “you’re so corny.” mark only let out a soft chuckle and squeezed your hand that was still held in his.

“thanks for lunch today. you didn’t have to do that,” he thanked you softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“i wanted to treat you out today. you’ve been working really hard, it’s the least that i could do,” you confessed to him. “you’re doing great, you know? i don’t think i tell you that enough.”

dipping his head down, mark let out small noises of embarrassment. “don’t say things like that, you’re gonna make me blush.” he tried to fight the smile that was slowly growing on his face, but it was no use. “thank you, y/n. i love you.”

you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, your heart swelling at his words. “i love you too. now let’s fuck up this food!”

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love language -Mark Lee

Mark, your classmate, had a huge crush on you, but he was way too awkward and shy to talk to you. Instead, his love language to you was music.

He'd quietly snatch a place next to you on the bus and after some time probably offer you one side of his earphones. “Uh.. if you like.. wanna..” He was so flustered and awkward about it, you found it cute.

He asked you what you wanna listen to, knowing exactly which song he'd play when you said you were okay with anything he plays.

Mark had a playlist of songs to listen with you, full of songs he's listened to over and over again to make sure they match your taste and convey the genuine amount of attraction he holds for you. He probably psychoanalysed every lyric to make them coincide with the situation you're both in.

“What's the name of this song? Its really good.” You asked after each song ended.

That's when he knew he had done a good job, and smiled and blushed before eagerly sharing the song with you.

Of course he'd let you choose music as well, and he'll make a mental note of the songs you recommended to him and listened to with him. Coincidentally (not), those same songs will end up being his most played for the rest of the year.

Something about sitting next to each other and sharing a mere wire between the two of you felt so intimate, especially because you were both too shy to talk to each other. Neither of you were paying attention to anything else on the bus, all the chaos seemed to have been cut off as the song connected the both of you, looking away from each other, humming the tune and bopping your heads. Sometimes Mark looked at you and found you lipsyncing along to the lyrics while looking out the window. Your shoulders were touching each other's. The single wire of the earphone hung between the two of you.

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valentine basket

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genre: fluff

wc: 365

cw: gn!reader (? i dont think it hinted to any gender😭),, just fluff,, snacks

a/n: i dont know how to write so this was for funsies,, and also lateeeeee for vals day but leave me alone🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️ i never had time nor motivation 😭😭🙏🏽 its still february so thts good enough!! and its not proofread or ANYTHING if its shit dont bully me👎🏽

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you smiled down at a basket of gifts on your shared bed. "aww, minhyung, you didnt have to." he bought you a basket full of your favorite treats, things you've been wanting, a plushie and the prettiest card he could find while you were out. even the basket was fancy. "i wanted to be the best valentine for you, babe." he chuckled through an awkward smile.

he, alone, was the best valentine's and for him to do so much for you? made your heart beat two times faster.

"i love you." you said in a soft, heartwarming tone, you loved the boy. he was always there when you needed him and he always brought a smile to your face and laughter out of your mouth. you had the best boyfriend ever standing right behind you with a light-hearted yet awkward smile as you still stared down at the basket of gifts wondering how you'd gotten so lucky.

an awkward cough behind you. "so, are you even gonna touch it or?" mark chuckled out. you were way too far in thought, but nodded and smiled. you grabbed the basket, replacing its spot on the bed with you and setting it on your lap.

"ive been wanting all of this for the longest, where'd you get it all? they were never in any shops around." half of what you wanted came from around the world. he smiled back at you. "i have a lot of ways." he giggled, watching you snack on the chocolates immediately after tearing through the plastic wrap and box.

"its an assortment." you checked back at the box, then stared back at the vanilla creme filled heart shaped chocolate. each chocolate were a favorite of yours and you looked up at mark with hearts in your eyes, flashing teeth in a smile.

you set the basket off to the side, standing up and wrapping your arms around him. "i love you, minhyung." he giggled, wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug back. "i love you too, y/n." he responded in a low, loving tone. this was so far your best valentines ever, and you wouldnt want it with anyone else.

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Bad Baby | Mark Lee

Summary: Mark starts acting tough to get your attention... so when you dare him to hook up with you, he doesn't back down.

Genre: Best friend Mark, college AU, friends to lovers AU, feat. hottie Jaemin

Word count: 0.7k

You heard your best friend Mark’s drawl and ran to open the front door. Balloons saying ‘24th Birthday’ filled your hallway.

“Jaemin’s arriving in fifteen minutes, I need you to make me look good-“ you said.

As soon as you saw him, the words stopped dead on your tongue.

Your sweet, pure, best friend Mark was transformed. There was no pale pink hoodie, no cowlick of hair, and definitely no grin.

Instead, you saw a tall boy in front of you, leaning on the doorframe, his dark eyes checking you out with cool interest. A black tracksuit hugged his lean body. It was Mark – a different Mark.

“Hey shawty,” he said, nodding.

You blushed at his unflinching stare. “Mark? Why are you so-“

“So what?” he asked, kicking off his shoes.

“So… not-Mark?” you said.

He shrugged. “Don’t know whatchu mean.”

Swaggering into your kitchen, he opened a can of beer and gulped it down thirstily. The Mark you knew wouldn’t even drink champagne at New Year’s.

Frustrated, you grabbed his spiky hair and fluffed it around. “I don’t- like it-“

Mark caught your hand in his, gazing at you. “You got an opinion on my hair, huh?”

Your eyes widened. You had to admit, it was the kind of thing you would only say about your boyfriend. “No…” you said, stepping away. “I don’t care what you look like- buddy-“

Mark frowned a little, like your cold reaction had hurt him. That was when you realised what was going on. You’d been pining after Jaemin, the hardest boy in the year, for ages. You’d always suspected your best friend Mark had a little crush on you, but frustratingly, he wouldn’t admit it.

Mark was acting like Jaemin to win you over!

In that moment, you knew what you had to do. If he wanted to be hard, so would you.

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” you said.

Mark chewed his lip. “Maybe.”

You toyed with the string of his hoodie. “Coz I was thinking… you and me should get it on.” You smirked. “I’m hot, you’re hot – why the hell shouldn’t we?”

Mark’s face reddened. “I mean- I’m game if you are.”

You leaned in to Mark’s ear. “Meet me upstairs.”

Five minutes later, you and Mark were sitting on your bed. Laughing lightly, you moved so you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. Mark gulped.

You gazed deep into his brown eyes. “Won’t you kiss me?”

“Of- course-“ Mark stuttered, but sweat was trickling down the side of his face. Your heart was racing. How far was this game going to go? You had expected Mark to give in a long time ago…

Mark leaned in. A few inches more, and his lips would touch yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Lightening was flashing up and down your body.

Mark’s lips just brushed yours- then he sprang away, gripping his head in his hands. “Alright!” he said. “I’m not a roadman! I’m not- tough! You win!”

He was fiddling nervously with the cuff of his hoodie. “I’m a dumb romantic, okay? I want the first time I kiss you… to be special. I want there to be candles, and roses, and I want us to say I love you.” He blushed. “I don’t want to… do stuff… yet.”

You crawled over to Mark and pulled him into a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of both of you. “I don’t want you to be tough, Marky. I love you just the way you are – cute and nerdy and scared of fifteen rated films,” you said, laughing.

Mark looked at you, serious now. “You… love me?”

“Of course, you idiot,” you say. “It’s always been you.”

Mark hugged you this time, nuzzling into your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “When you talk about how great Jaemin is, it makes me wanna punch something,” he says.

“Jaemin who?” you said, and Mark laughed.

Mark rested his hands on your shoulders, pink lips pushed into a smirk. “Seriously though. Jaemin can’t give you half of what I can give you.”

You smile, leaning in. “Why don’t you show me, Marky?”

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meant to break

❝ why don’t you try going against us? see who ends up with lead pumped through their skull. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee minhyung x fem!reader (ft. na jaemin)

GENRES ▸ smut, angst, fluff, historical, 1920s au, flapper au, mafia au, detective au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violence, mentions of character death, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), lots of teasing, praise kink, lowkey dumbification, fingering

SUMMARY ▸ when the mafia’s members task you to distract a detective that's hot on their trail, you have no choice to accept. there's no place for love when you're simply a trap for lee minhyung to walk into, but you still want to immerse yourself into everything he is.

PLAYLIST ▸ young and beautiful by lana del rey • am i blue? by billie holiday

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,019 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ wowowww me writing a historical au??? unheard of! but shoutout to my historical au queen @jenoentry for hyping me up to write this <3 i hope you guys like it !! 

NEW ORLEANS WASN’T THE SAME WITHOUT THE JAZZ MUSIC RESOUNDING THROUGH THE FRENCH QUARTER.

“Doyoung,” you complained to the owner of the jazz club, “I was supposed to be the closing act! Why’d you close early?”

Being a flapper wasn’t easy work, but you enjoyed your job all the same. You were a natural at it; all you needed to do was bat your lashes to get all the wealthy men to empty their wallets. Qian Kun, the bartender, pointed out that you had a unique charm that drew people in, so it was expected that all eyes were on you during your performances. Of course, you put in your full effort; it was the least you could do to repay the owner.

Kim Doyoung, after all, was the one who took you under his wing. Your family was scraping by with little income, so you knew you had to step it up and help them out. When you were roaming the streets, looking for work, Doyoung saw potential in you. Adjusting was difficult at first, but the staff of Blue Paradise provided you a second home.

The jazz club wasn’t all fun and games, though. You knew the mafia’s dogs prowled around the club, discussing matters in the corner where they knew they would be drowned out by the lively performances. This wasn’t something uncommon, but Doyoung was always on edge when he saw one of Al Capone’s men walking in.

This time, there were four of them, to be exact.

Doyoung lowered his voice when he answered, “Capone’s men told me to close up for tonight.”

“So you just let them push you around?” you asked, voice charged with a sudden burst of anger. When you continued, your voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re the owner.”

You had fraternized with a few of Capone’s men, but whenever they threatened Doyoung, rage pulsed through your veins like poison. You had often seen Al Capone laze around the club, bottle of booze in his hand. He and Doyoung had an agreement stating that as long as the jazz club’s owner didn’t sell them out, he’d ensure their protection. You, on the other hand, had a feeling Capone would go back on his word whenever he felt like it.

“Calm down, Y/N,” Doyoung muttered. “You should follow Ryujin to the back room. I’ll deal with this.”

“No need, Doyoung,” Lee Donghyuck, one of Capone’s dogs, called. “We like our eye candy. Plus, she should be here for what I have to say.” He dipped his head to greet you. “Good seeing you, Y/N, as always.”

“Hyuck,” you sneered with a forced smile, all sugary and sweet to mask your bitterness. “You fucked up my closing performance.”

Donghyuck mocked a pout, tutting lightly. “Well, if you told me earlier, then I’d have waited it out until Doyoung closed up shop. Pity I don’t get to see you twirling in that dress, but I think Jaemin’s taking it harder than I am.”

“He’s right, kitten,” Na Jaemin spoke up, sucking in a sharp breath as he stepped closer to you, hands reaching out to hover over your hips, “and you just had to dress up all pretty today.”

“I dress up pretty every day, Jaemin.”

He grinned in response. “I love it when you talk back.”

“Cake eater,” Chenle grumbled under his breath.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the pair. You got involved with Jaemin a few times more than you should’ve, and curse your libido because sleeping with a mobster had you a foot in the grave. They could pump your head with lead at any given moment, so you had no choice but to comply. You knew you were partly to blame for Jaemin’s unwanted attention, though, but at least you had Doyoung to keep you in check.

You were well aware of the mafia’s antics. Whenever someone went missing, you knew who was behind it; whenever you heard distant cries in the night, you knew who caused it; and whenever you saw them hanging around the club, you knew who they were hiding from.

On the other hand, Jaemin was relatively harmless. Donghyuck, for one, was merciless, but Jaemin couldn’t resist a woman. More importantly, he couldn’t resist you.

That was probably the best protection you could get from the mafia. Doyoung could only do so much to keep you away, but with Jaemin’s soft side for you, you had the upper hand.

“What’re you guys here for?” Doyoung cut in, stepping in front of you to keep you away from Jaemin. A wise decision on his part, but Jaemin’s eyes never left yours.

“We have someone for you to keep an eye on,” Chenle replied, handing Doyoung a poorly drawn sketch of a young man. You couldn’t help but peer over Doyoung’s shoulder to take a look. “Lee Minhyung—nosy little detective who’s been tracking down mafia activity in these parts.”

“What’s that gotta do with us?” you asked, raising a brow at Chenle.

The other gangster, Jeno, tutted at you, walking closer until he was right in front of you. You stiffened and took a step back, but Jeno gripped your chin with his fingers and tilted your head up. He looked you dead in the eye and scoffed.

“The mouth on this girl,” he chided.

You wriggled your way out of his grip. “That’s not how you treat a lady.”

“Lady? Dressed like that?”

“That’s enough,” Doyoung interjected firmly. He turned to Chenle and held up the drawing. “What do you want us to do? We don’t have any control over what the agency does.”

“Of course, of course,” Chenle answered. “We only ask that you… distract him.”

“Distract him?” Doyoung pressed.

“Rumor has it that Lee Minhyung’s catching onto this joint,” Donghyuck explained. “He knows that Blue Paradise is a hotspot for mafia activity, so he’s going undercover to track us down.”

You raised a brow at Donghyuck. The question that hung in your head felt dangerous to voice, but you had to ask in case you were being led into a trap.

“If you know what he looks like, why don’t you take care of it yourselves?”

“That’s the fun part, kitten,” Jaemin cooed. “Since we have matters to attend to elsewhere, we’re leaving Minhyung to you while we’re gone.” His grin turned sinister, almost bloodthirsty. “We expect you to hand him over to us all pretty ‘n perfect when we’re back in a few weeks.”

“What?” Doyoung spit out. “Are you talking to Y/N?”

“That’s right.” Donghyuck turned to the owner and gave him a once-over. “No offense, but how’s an old geezer like you gonna keep Minhyung around here? It only makes sense if one of your pretty little flappers keeps the man on his toes.”

The owner grit his teeth. “And what exactly are you asking Y/N to do?”

“Calm down, Doyoung. You’re getting the wrong idea, my friend.” Jaemin barked out a laugh and stepped closer to the older man, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. His grip was formidable as Doyoung could hardly shake him off. Jaemin’s cold eyes turned to you, a pleasant smile on his face. “I trust Y/N can put on a show however she pleases. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“And if I don’t?” you asked.

This time, Chenle guffawed. He shook his head like he was enjoying some pleasant inside joke, and he stepped closer to you, leaning down so his lips were by your ear.

“Why don’t you try going against us?” he asked darkly. “See who ends up with lead pumped through their skull.”

“That’s enough,” Doyoung interrupted sharply.

You were at a crossroads.

Being in the mafia’s line of vision was one thing, but directly working under them was essentially signing your death certificate. However, you were already at a point where you had no other option. Agreeing would be fatal, but declining would probably be even worse. If you got on their bad side, they would surely come for you and your family. At the very least, you could protect Doyoung and his business by going along with what they were asking of you.

“It’s okay, Doyoung,” you spoke up, mustering up your courage. “You just want me to keep him interested if he comes around, right? Stall him ‘til you’re back? I can do that.”

Donghyuck grinned. “Good—”

“In exchange,” you cut in, “I want you to leave Doyoung and this place alone from now on.”

“Don’t you worry, doll, we’ll guarantee your safety if you stay in line and follow exactly what we say,” Jeno said. He stepped closer to you and looked you dead in the eye. “Are we in agreement?”

You swallowed thickly before whispering, “Yes, we are.”

As if you had any other choice.

Later that night, Jaemin snuck away to take you home.

“No one’s hurting you, kitten,” he assured as his lips dragged along your collarbone. “You just gotta do this simple little task ‘n they’ll get off your back.”

Tears welled up in your ears. You had to will yourself not to cry in front of the gangster, though. Showing any sign of fear would automatically give him the upper hand.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin continued. “You know I won’t let them lay a finger on that pretty face of yours.”

You didn’t trust Na Jaemin one bit. In fact, you wouldn’t put it past him to take his gun out on you at any given second. The only reason why you went along with his empty words was because you would rather sleep with the bad guy than end up as a newspaper headline. When it came down to it, Jaemin was sweet to you, but that was only because you stayed behind the line he drew. If you ever crossed him, you were sure something unforgiving would flash behind those dark eyes of his.

“I do,” you lied coolly, shuddering when Jaemin peppered kisses down your chest.

“I’m leaving soon,” he murmured. “Just do what you’re told, and no one’ll get hurt.”

You nodded. It wasn’t like you had any room to refuse him, not when Jaemin carried a revolver in his inner coat pocket. You felt it far too many times when he was pressed up against you, taking you against the nearest wall he could find. The muzzle of the gun would be pressing against your thigh from his coat, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Jaemin’s lips were pressed against yours.

Thankfully, he had the coat off this time, but he pulled back before anything escalated.

“I have to go,” he said. “You know, that thing we said we were going to.”

“What thing?”

“We have matters to deal with regarding a federal agent,” Jaemin answered. “We leave in a few hours, but I just wanted to drop by before I left.”

If anyone watched this scene unfold with no knowledge of Jaemin’s affiliation, it would have almost sounded romantic. However, to you, the words sounded like a warning, like he was keeping tabs on you for as long as he could. You knew you had little influence over Jaemin, but you were terrified of what he was capable of.

“Goodbye then,” you muttered as he picked up his coat to leave.

“I’ll be back before you know it, kitten.”

He held your jaw as he stood at the doorway, inspecting your face carefully before he smiled and let go. That might have been the first accidental slip of softness from Na Jaemin in years, but it was quickly replaced by a dark glint in his eyes. He dipped his head to bid you farewell, and he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Two weeks.

You had two weeks to find this Lee Minhyung somehow, get him to reveal his identity, and then turn him in to Capone’s men.

You had two weeks to figure out a way to protect you and Doyoung.

The first day of your mission rolled by without any reasonable suspicion. Naturally, you were on edge. That was one day without running into Lee Minhyung, meaning time was running out for you to get a hold on him.

You tried to convince yourself that progress would be gradual, and you perhaps wouldn’t run into him right away. Doyoung tried to assure you of this when you complained to him, but even he seemed unsure of his own words. Sniffing out a detective was close to impossible, especially when you had no idea what he looked like aside from the terrible sketch you saw.

On the second day, though, you frowned when you saw two men muttering to each other in a booth at the far end of the club. They were both wearing fitted suits and fedora hats that cast shadows down their faces. You would have missed them if it weren’t for one of them staring you down from across the room.

“Doyoung,” you whispered harshly, trying to get the owner’s attention with a jab to his side. “Look—don’t they look suspicious?”

“They’re talking, Y/N,” Doyoung replied dryly. “That’s what people do. They talk.”

You sighed. Maybe Doyoung had a point. Maybe you were looking into this far too closely.

Doyoung held out two glasses for you to take and continued, “If you really wanna find out, then take these drinks to them.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, clearing your throat before walking over to the two men. The shorter one immediately started whispering in his friend’s ear when he noticed you approaching them. You plastered a bright smile across your face and tilted your chin up confidently.

“Gentlemen,” you cooed, setting the drinks down in front of them, “you can’t come to Blue Paradise and not have a single drink.”

“Uh, we didn’t order these,” the taller one spoke up. Despite his sharp features, his eyes were soft and gentle. He turned to his friend, confused. “Renjun, did you order these?”

His friend looked just as confused, shaking his head.

You grinned. “It’s on the house. You two here for the live entertainment or something?”

He glanced at his friend and snickered. “Or something.” His eyes swept your figure—something you were used to by now. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment before you chirped, “And what’s your name, handsome?”

“Mark,” he answered, and you weren’t quite sure why, but his answer felt practiced. Maybe you were just overthinking again, but some of his facial features resembled that terrible sketch of Lee Minhyung. “You… uh, come around here often?”

“I work here.” When you noticed the flush of red tinting his ears, you couldn’t help but giggle. You turned on your heel and flashed a smile over your shoulder. “Drop by anytime, Mark.”

You could hear Renjun making fun of Mark for his pathetic pick-up line right after you left. Flirting with guys was quite normal since it was part of the job, but making a shy guy initiate always made you swell with pride. You sauntered back to the bar, letting out a petulant sigh when you took a seat next to Ryujin.

“Who was that? He’s a looker,” she said with a grin. “He’s still staring at you, you know?”

“I can tell,” you replied. “Somehow the cuteness is throwing me off, though. I don’t think he’s totally innocent.”

“Oh, of course,” Ryujin gushed. “He’s gotta be a freak in bed.”

That definitely wasn’t what you were thinking, but you indulged Ryujin in her little fantasy. What was itching your brain was the look in Mark’s eyes when you asked for his name. It almost seemed like he was waiting for you to ask him that, but you supposed your anxiety over the Minhyung situation was at fault.

Maybe it would be wise to entertain Mark. If you danced around with him for long enough, he would be sure to break. The worst-case scenario would be that he was telling the truth, and then you could move on and keep looking for Minhyung.

As you were devising a plan once Ryujin left to entertain some guests, Mark ended up walking over to sit next to you.

“Refill?” you asked, eyeing the empty glass in his hand.

“I’m not big on drinking,” Mark replied, setting it down on the counter. You thought that would be the end of it, but he took a seat next to you. The exact seat that Ryujin was sitting in earlier.

“You should’ve come by last week,” you said. “That’s when I had performances lined up.”

“You play an instrument?”

You giggled a little, gesturing to your outfit. “No, I dance. You should watch me sometime.”

This seemed to pique Mark’s interest. “When’s your performance?”

“I don’t have one this week.” You let out a retired sigh. Doyoung had given you a break from performances after Capone’s men paid you two a visit. He figured that you would be too stressed to think about dancing. “Let’s just say I have a lot on my mind this week.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

You snorted a little. “Talking isn’t gonna help. I just need to unwind.”

Mark was silent for a moment, and you thought he was going to drop the conversation for a moment before he asked, “Then… you wanna dance?”

You looked over at him, startled, before stifling a small laugh. “Dance? That’s my job. All I do is dance.”

“That’s not what I meant.” A gentle smile spread across his face. “I mean, do you wanna dance for fun? Haven’t you ever danced outside of this joint? Somewhere where you’re not expected to be perfect?” When you cocked your head, intrigued, Mark continued, “You know, away from all the old saps here drooling over you?”

You pondered on his question. You couldn’t recall ever dancing just for the sake of it. Dancing was always something that went hand-in-hand with work. It was always just something to bring in the extra money and the lecherous eyes of men who coughed up dough.

“No,” you replied, “It’s always just been in this club.”

Mark’s eyebrow raised a little, almost like he was grateful for the opening. “Then… would you like to spend the night with me after you’re done with work?”

“What about your friend?”

“Eh. He’ll be fine.”

Despite his wording, you couldn’t pick up any sort of sexual undertone from Mark. Plus, you were slightly intrigued at the prospect of spending time with him alone. Maybe it was the crowd, but you still felt like he was putting up walls between you two. Maybe he would turn around if you got him to crack.

You grinned. “Then it’s a date.”

You admired Mark’s patience in waiting so long for you to be free. You were tasked to sweep the floors and wipe down the tables after closing, so you had him wait around until you were done with your work and changed.

Your clothing choices as a flapper allowed strangers to assume that you just liked to show off, but you also adored the frocks that gave off a more modest look. Plus, if Mark was going to take you dancing, you wanted to see how the skirt of your dress could fan out.

He was nothing short of charming, you discovered. Mark was a natural conversationalist, and he always circled back to ask you questions about your hopes and dreams. He didn’t strike you as someone so idealistic, but his eyes seemed to shine when you talked about moving to California and making it big in Hollywood.

“What about you?” you asked afterward. “Do you have any dreams?”

Mark sucked in a sharp breath. “Dreams? None in particular, but I do wanna travel the world when I’m older.”

“Why don’t you start now?”

“Now isn’t the time for that.” He smiled softly, and before you could press him further, Mark took your hand. Soft jazz music filled the streets, and you could see people dancing along the sidewalk as a brass band played nearby. “Dance with me?”

You smiled a little as he pulled you closer by the waist. For a while, you two followed the steps that the rest of the crowd were in tune to, but eventually, Mark started dancing with you on his own. You were left surprised every time he spun or dipped you out of nowhere, but it made you laugh.

You were having fun. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to let loose like this in front of a stranger. The minutes ticked by, and you weren’t even sure how long it had been, but you were certain you and Mark had danced through at least six songs.

“Where’d you learn how to dance?” you asked.

“You pick some things up when you live in New Orleans,” he replied, clutching one of your hands and using the other to hold the small of your back. You giggled as he spun you around. “But I’m not all that good. Not as good as you, at least.”

“You haven’t tripped over my feet yet, so you’re doing just fine in my book,” you said. “So, what brought you to Blue Paradise today?”

“Needed a break from work,” Mark answered with a sly grin. “Didn’t realize the staff was so welcoming.”

Your chest felt hot at his words. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and you were suddenly very aware of the proximity between you two. The way he looked at you felt like he was peering right into your soul, and you shrank back from his gaze.

“You’re pretty, Y/N,” he murmured.

For a moment, your breath was caught in your throat. You were so sure he was going to kiss you by the way he was looking at you, leaning in like you were all he could see. Right before his lips brushed against yours, though, the music came to an end and the crowd was cheering for the performance.

Mark and you separated too quickly, so fast that his touch didn’t linger on your skin. You wondered if you would feel his hands on your waist like that again, but that paled in comparison to how you felt when he was about to kiss you.

“Thanks for the dance,” you said with a smile. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you around more often.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh?”

Of course, your words translated into other et ceteras. You and Mark quickly gave in to your carnal instincts.

You were currently pinned up against your door as Mark held you in his arms and kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless.

After you two walked and talked for a while, he graciously offered to walk you home. You accepted because you hated walking home on your own late at night. There was no Jaemin hanging around to protect you, either.

You were expecting something, especially after all the sexual tension that had been pent up earlier. However, Mark’s casual conversation with you during the walk home made you wonder if he even had any filthy intentions to begin with. The way he was talking to you about the stars was so wholesome that you couldn’t imagine him initiating anything but a peck on the cheek.

Oh, how you were wrong.

Mark swallowed hard when you batted your eyelashes at him and asked if he wanted to take a look at your place. You were glad that he picked up on your message, and he proceeded to pin you to your door as soon as you closed it behind you. Much unlike his reserved demeanor, Mark kissed you with such confidence and intensity that your knees were buckling under you. His lips were soft and smooth, moving against yours so effortlessly that, for the first time, you felt completely inexperienced.  

His knee slotted between your legs, and you let out a whimper. It was a sound that Mark didn’t let go unnoticed, which was evident by the way his smirk grew against your lips. You reached your hand up to tug through his hair in retaliation, but Mark just grabbed your thighs to lift you up. You directed him to your bedroom—something you forgot you had to do because it had always been Jaemin taking you home.

“You’re so pretty,” he said with a blissful sigh, scooping you up in his arms like it was nothing. “Can I touch you?”

You giggled. “Where?”

“Wherever you want me to touch you,” he replied, setting you down on your bed. He sat at the edge of your bed, smiling fondly down at you. You didn’t let that softhearted look fool you, though; his eyes were full of lust and his voice was husky. “Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?”

You reached for his hand, letting his palm slide up your leg, hiking your skirt up as he did. You gasped a little at how big his hands were, but he didn’t seem to lose his composure. His eyes were trained on you, devouring you whole. You stopped his hand when he was right near the apex of your legs, his thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh.

“T-there,” you answered, breath hitching.

“Here?” He rubbed your inner thigh slowly. Torturously. You nearly whined at how he was teasing you. “That can’t be right, darling.”

“No, Mark,” you whimpered, tapping his hand. “Up more.”

You wanted to cry when he moved his hand over your hip and onto your stomach. He was doing this on purpose. He was getting you riled up and toying with your head. Worst of all, he was enjoying his little game. You hated to admit it, but you had never been this turned on in your life.

He got over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck so that he could press kisses to your shoulder. You whined at the feeling of his lips ghosting your skin, and you were almost begging for more by the time he started rocking his hips against yours.

“Can I eat you out?” he rasped in your ear, and it had all happened so fast. You were nodding eagerly and Mark was hurrying to get rid of your clothes after that. You could see his remaining self-control shatter once you were naked in front of him. “My god… you’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Your gratitude hung on your tongue, but you could hardly speak when you were so flustered. Even more so when Mark lowered himself between your thighs, pressing two soft kisses up your leg before licking one long stripe along your slit.

“Oh,” you moaned out, louder than you had intended to be.

Against all rational thought, you fueled him even more, spurring the man to eat you out like a man starved. He truly knew his way around the female body with how he teased you and gave you what you wanted at all the perfect times. You shuddered when he kissed your clit, then cried out when his lips wrapped around the engorged ball of nerves to suck on it.

You were nearly sobbing at how good it felt, and it was clear that Mark knew how much you enjoyed it. His tongue teased your slit before plunging into your hole, relishing how your walls constricted around him. He paired the sensation with his fingers rubbing your clit, and you felt like you were floating amongst the clouds.

It was euphoric. You had never felt anything like this before. All you could do was moan and cry for more, tugging on Mark’s hair until you were crying actual tears from the pleasure.

“G-gonna cum,” you warned, and Mark only nodded, resorting to gripping your thighs harder so that he could bury his face in your cunt more. You whimpered at the feeling of his nose against your clit for a moment before it was replaced by his thumb.

Your orgasm didn’t just hit.

You squirted. It was something you had never done before because no man had ever made you feel that good. Now, however, you were too caught up in the intense waves of pleasure to register that Mark was lapping up the cum that was spilling out of you.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you kept repeating like a broken record, wiping the tears from your eyes as you tried to ground yourself. With one last drag of his tongue along your soaking slit, Mark lifted his head to look at you. You immediately reached for his face, cupping his cheeks and begging, “Kiss me, Mark, please—”

He didn’t need to hear one more word. Mark grabbed your chin and sealed his lips over yours to shut you up. There was nothing innocent about it; you both were overcome with lust and wanted nothing more than to taste each other.

You could taste yourself on Mark’s lips, and the idea never struck you as anything you wanted to try out before. Now, though, you were completely aroused.

“Want my cock?” he whispered against your lips, half-lidded eyes searching for an answer in yours. You nodded dumbly, and Mark grinned. “You sure?”

“Yes, please,” you whined. “Give it to me already.”

He tutted, shaking his head. You were afraid he would refuse you, but it seemed that Mark was too aroused for his own good, too. He got rid of his pants in front of you, kneeling so that you could watch him strip them off. Your eyes were fixed on his size, wondering how the hell something that huge could fit inside you.

“So impatient.”

Your eyes shot back up at him. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He grabbed your thighs and positioned himself at your entrance. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Even the closeness was driving you crazy, and you just wanted to pull him forward and be held against his chest.

Mark leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck as he pushed himself in with a groan. You gasped as he made it past your tight muscle walls with some easing and coaxing. You felt like the rest of the world had faded away, and all that existed was this feeling.

“Holy fuck,” you whimpered.

“That’s it, pretty,” he grunted. He waited until you had eased up some more before he started fucking you, moving in and out of you at a steady rhythm. You tried calling his name to tell him how good it felt, but you found yourself just babbling nonsense. “This is what you wanted, right? Wanted to be fucked stupid.”

He had fucked you until his pelvis was flush against yours, and all that you could hear was the slapping sounds of sex and his filthy words in your ear. You never knew it could feel this good—so good that you were crying over his cock. It was a little humiliating, but you didn’t care at the moment.

Mark held your waist and sped up his thrusts, kissing along your jaw as he did. You felt like he was splitting you apart, and it was almost like the death of stars. He was working you up to your supernova.

And there it was.

You could see all the stars in the sky. Fizzling. Burning. Imploding. You were falling apart around Mark, but he continued bucking his hips into you at a staggered pace, trying to make the most of your orgasm. You were too dazed and tired to hold onto him anymore, but the stars slowly started to fade away, and you could see Mark’s beautiful face again.

“Good girl,” he praised against your neck, pressing a few kisses before he pulled out of you so that he could let out a low groan and cum on your thigh. You didn’t mind—or, rather, you were too fucked out to care.

And when it was all over—when you and Mark were spent and holding each other—you couldn’t help but feel consumed by guilt afterward because part of you was still suspecting that Mark was hiding something.

“But the sex was good, right?” Ryujin pressed. You weren’t able to disclose the details of what Capone’s gang wanted from you, but you did end up telling her about what happened between you and Mark last night. “Who cares if you just met him that day, Y/N? You’ve gotta let loose 'n have some fun once in a while.”

“I know, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s just… was it too soon?”

“Oh, please.” She scoffed. “You’ve never complained about moving fast with guys before. This sap took you out dancing and you’re still having doubts?”

Ryujin had a point. You never cared about the concept of moving too fast until this very moment. You had always felt rather sexually liberated since you didn’t like to follow the old-fashioned ways of dating. Right now, though, you were an utter mess.

From where you could see Mark and Renjun at their booth, talking amongst themselves, you couldn’t help but feel your face get hot. The reminders of last night were subtle—dark splotches on the back of your neck and scratches down his back—but even though they weren’t visible, you were embarrassed at the very thought of knowing they were there.

“I’ve gotta bounce, babe,” Ryujin said, grabbing a tray that was full of drinks, ready to serve to a table of boisterous men. “You go talk to that cutie, okay?”

She was most definitely referring to Mark. As if the man had some extraordinary sixth sense, his eyes flitted to yours from across the room. You tried to look away as fast as you could, but Mark had already caught your gaze. You two shared a small smile, which felt like a little secret, before Doyoung approached you.

“Still think he’s suspicious?” he asked in a low voice, sounding a touch amused.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. “I do, actually, but I can’t place my finger on it.”

“Really? Even after you two have been making eyes at each other for the past hour?” Doyoung asked. “Y/N, I don’t want you to keep worrying about what Capone’s—”

“I can’t not worry, Doyoung,” you interrupted. “Your business—hell, your life could be at stake.”

“I get it,” he started softly, “but I don’t want to see you throwing something—or someone—away because of me.”

“Something? Someone? There’s nothing,” you tried to assure him. “We were together once. That’s all it was.”

“If you say so.”

Unfortunately, you were very, very wrong.

Your one night stand with Mark was rapidly evolving into something more. Sex became far more casual to the point where it was interfering with your work. You thought Mark would’ve preferred keeping it to your bedroom, but that was before he got to see you perform. You were definitely satisfied when you noticed how transfixed he was on you, but after that, every performance ended with Mark dragging you to the back room and fucking you in a blind spot.

You didn’t have a clear grasp on the concept of dating. You had only ever been pursued by men who wanted sex, so for Mark to ask you out to get food and go on walks felt foreign. You weren’t sure how to feel when he’d take you out with zero expectations of getting your clothes off.

Over the days, this became a problem. He was distracting you from what you actually needed to do, and that was to find out who Minhyung was. It was nearing closer to the time when Capone’s dogs would return, and you were wallowing in guilt for playing around with Mark the entire time.

You felt ashamed, though, because you still had your suspicions about him. For one, you two talked about so much, but you still felt like you hardly knew him. He told you about his dreams and aspirations for the future, but you didn’t even know what his surname was. You knew what his favorite color was and what medium of art he preferred, but you didn’t know what his job was.

The problem with all of this was that you were already falling for Mark, and you were sure your world would fall apart if you found out he was actually Minhyung.

Actually, the truth was that part of you already knew, but you didn’t want to accept it. Hearing the words fall from his very lips would be the most heartbreaking confirmation you had ever received.

Like your usual work day, Mark had offered to walk you home. He always said something about the streets being dangerous late at night. All you could wonder about was why he was spending his days at Blue Paradise with Renjun. It made no sense if he had work, but you could never bring yourself to ask.

Like your usual work day, it ended with Mark pushing you down onto your bed and fucking the daylights out of you.

He thrusted into you at a steady pace, gripping your hips so tightly that you were sure the pads of his fingers would leave bruises. Mark left hickies down your neck, whispering praise against your skin that was hardly audible—a secret to bury itself within your very skin. You sighed in bliss, nails running down his back, leaving white-hot trails.

“Y/N,” he mumbled out, pushing your legs closer to your chest so that he could bury his cock inside you deeper. He struggled for words for a moment, stuttering, “S-shit…”

You whimpered out when his cock kissed your cervix, hitting that wonderful spot right below. It made your head fog over and your toes curled from the pleasure.

“Y/N,” Mark called out, his hand sliding over yours so that he could interlace his fingers with yours. His dark eyes pierced yours, and you had never seen him look so serious. “I want you to call me by my name.”

You cried, “Mark.”

His lips moved to ghost the shell of your ear. “My real name, Y/N. I haven’t told you yet.”

If only he could feel the strike of terror that spot up your spine.

“It’s Mark,” you insisted, tears springing to your eyes.

You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want him to break this rose-tinted fantasy. You didn’t want him to shatter the world where you could escape and be with Mark forever.

“It’s not, doll,” he whispered, bringing a hand to cup your face gently. “That’s not my real name.”

“No,” you mumbled. You placed your hand over his, sniffling sharply to get rid of the knot in your throat. “Stop.” You pulled away and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs rubbing small circles against his cheeks. “Mark, stop it.”

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you,” he apologized, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Things are different now, though. I wanna be with you.”

He didn’t get it. He didn’t realize that this declaration of love was going to split you two apart for good.

True love was unflinching, unbreakable. You feared that you and Mark were far too weak to hold the weight of such love. The circumstances were already set in stone along with your fate, so there were no stars in the sky that aligned for you two.

You whimpered. “Mark…”

“Not Mark, my love,” he murmured. “It’s Minhyung. My real name’s Lee Minhyung.”

And that was when it clicked that everything between you and him had always been destined for tragedy.

It was your last day of freedom when you felt so hopelessly miserable. You couldn’t bring yourself to work properly, so you asked Doyoung to let Ryujin replace your performances for the day. He took one look at your forlorn expression and filled up a glass of beer for you.

“I found him,” you told your boss, and he was taken aback by how fragile and hollow you sounded. “I found Minhyung.”

Normally, this would be good news. You had just saved yourself and Blue Paradise from being terrorized by Capone’s men. However, Doyoung knew better; he immediately knew that the worst had come true.

“Is it really him?” he asked, a frown settling on his face. “You’re sure it’s really him?”

“He said it himself,” you croaked out. “It’s not like I didn’t see this coming. You know I’ve always had my suspicions about him.”

“Y/N, but you like—”

“You think Scarface gives a damn about my feelings?” you cut in. “I know what he’s gonna do to you if I cover for Minhyung.”

You could cut yourself on the edge of a knife, but only Minhyung would bleed.

Doyoung couldn’t even bring himself to look at you. It was as if someone had punched him in the gut. You thought he couldn’t care less about Mark being Minhyung, but perhaps it was your own sorrow that was affecting him deeply. It wasn't like there were any other options for you, though. If you didn’t fess up about Minhyung, then someone would get hurt. In the end, there was no room for a happy ending.

After a period of silence, you spoke up, “Hey, I’ll take out the trash,” you offered. “It’s the least I could do since I’m not working today.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Doyoung moved to the side with a tight smile.

You grabbed the metal dustbin to take it out to the dumpster in the back of the club. As soon as you emptied the waste, though, you felt two hands cover your eyes from behind. You yelped before realizing those hands belonged to Minhyung. It was almost scary how you could identify them instantly.

You turned to see the man grinning sheepishly. He was wearing the same stiff suit to the club, but his eyes were full of adoration. You had pleaded with him numerous times to loosen his tie or unbutton his shirt, but he was always unwilling. He told you that the only time he would break his personal dress code was for you behind closed doors.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he apologized. “I just wanted to see you. You seemed kinda off today.”

You snorted. “Is that so?” He hit the bullseye, but you didn’t want him to know what was actually going on. Dread pitted in your gut at the thought of Minhyung figuring out that you were about to betray him. “It’s nothing. I’m just not feeling that well, but you should go back inside.”

“Want me to come over later?” he asked, reaching out to rub your arms gently.

“It’s fine. I’m off shift, so—”

“Then we can go right now.”

You pressed your lips together but hesitantly agreed. “You can head there first. I’ve got a bit more to finish before I’m off the hook.”

He frowned before lowering his voice to ask, “Are you mad because I didn’t tell you my name was Minhyung before?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, not at all.” Yes, because it’s the end for us.

“Alright,” he said softly. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You managed a smile but your words were barely audible when you answered, “Okay.”

Minhyung turned around the corner and left you alone behind the club. You leaned back against the wall and let out a heavy sigh, fighting back the tears that were pricking your eyes. The knot in your throat that you swallowed while Minhyung was talking to you had risen again, making you choke up on your own saliva.

The predicament you were in was already weighing heavy on your mind, but what made you feel worse was when a familiar voice sounded from the other alleyway to the back of the club.

“Looks like you’ve found him, huh?”

Of course you recognized that voice; there was no way you could mistake Na Jaemin’s voice. The terrifying part, though, was that he was the single worst person to have eavesdropped on your conversation. You felt like any chance you had of lying to Capone’s men had been crushed.

But today was supposed to be your last day. They weren’t supposed to hound you until tomorrow.

“Jaemin?” you asked, shocked. “What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back until—”

“Until tomorrow?” Jaemin scoffed. “I swung by to pay you a visit. Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy.” His eyes darkened. “At least I take it you’ve found the man.”

You were frozen in place. Scared out of your mind. You feared that whatever you said would get Minhyung killed on the spot.

Jaemin’s lips parted. “Don’t tell me…”

“Please. Don’t kill him, Jaemin,” you begged, voice breaking as you spoke. “He—he hasn’t even asked me a single question about the mafia!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’d rather you shoot me dead right here,” you insisted. “I’d rather you kill me before I betray him.”

Jaemin gritted his teeth. One glance and you could tell he was furious, but his eyes also held something unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or scared, but there was a sense of urgency that had his pupils shaking.

“Jaemin!” you heard Donghyuck’s cold voice shout in the distance. It seemed as though he was in the alleyway that Jaemin was snooping in earlier. “Did you find her yet?!”

Jaemin threw a glance over his shoulder before he grabbed you by the forearm roughly, dragging you away from the back of the club. He took you in the opposite direction of where Donghyuck was, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Chenle guarding the front of the jazz club.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

You were dazed for a split second. Was Na Jaemin helping you?

The building to the right was a barber shop run by Doyoung’s friend, Lee Taeyong. Doyoung and Taeyong often stored supplies for their businesses in the basement behind Taeyong’s shop, so you had the key on you to get in whenever you needed to fetch something. It had an entrance inside the store and outside, so you could get in without needing to ask Taeyong first.

You grabbed Jaemin’s arm and tugged him behind Taeyong’s shop, making him keep a look-out while you fumbled to find the right key. When you were urged to hurry up, you finally tried one of the silver keys that unlocked the hatch. You quickly opened it and let Jaemin inside. Right when you saw Donghyuck turning the corner, you rushed in and closed the heavy door behind you.

“Listen,” Jaemin started, and you had never heard him so serious in his life, “these guys are gonna kill you if they find out you’re protecting Minhyung.”

“And you’re not?”

He stiffened. “I’m gonna give you the chance to run for your fucking life after this. You’re gonna keep running and running until you’re safe, okay? ‘Cause if I catch you, then you’re really dead.”

Your face fell. “I have nowhere to go, Jaemin. My family—”

“Your family’s gonna be just fine, Y/N,” he assured. “Capone’s guys have no idea who you’re related to or where they live. They’re not gonna go after them.”

“But they’re the only people I can go to now, and if I stay with them, they’re gonna be in danger.”

“You’re not gonna stay with them.” Jaemin held up a train ticket and handed it to you. “You’re getting the hell out of Louisiana.”

“California?” You grabbed the ticket from him and inspected it. “Where did you even get this? And why?”

“I had a feeling you weren’t gonna find Minhyung,” Jaemin answered in a grumble, “but guess I was wrong.”

You felt like all your words of gratitude were caught in your throat. You had no idea Jaemin would cover for you like this, especially when he could get killed for conspiring with you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, though you weren’t exactly sure what you were apologizing for. Putting Jaemin in danger? Setting his expectations too high? Whatever it was, you knew a blotched confession when you heard one.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I just want you to run, Y/N. I can keep them off your trail for a while, but I’m not sure how much longer they’ll believe me.” He reached for your hands, gripping them tight. “I’m gonna leave and distract them. When you hear the gunshot, start running to your place as fast as you can, okay? Grab everything you can and head straight for the train station.”

You nodded, sharing one last lingering gaze with Jaemin before he left you in the basement. You waited by the door patiently, and you could hear your blood rushing in your ears.

Then, it hit you. Why would Jaemin fire his gun just to signal for you to run? If anything, he would be drawing unnecessary attention to you.

When you heard the gunshot, though, like firecrackers in the distance, you decided to put your full trust in Jaemin this one time. You swung the door open and started running through the alleyway, bolting away from the commotion. A huge crowd of people were swarming the streets to see what had happened, but you kept your focus ahead.

It was when you were at the gate of your apartment, lungs burning and legs giving out, that you realized the gunshot wasn’t from Jaemin.

They must have stopped believing him.

You hadn’t even realized you were sobbing until Minhyung stopped you at the door of your apartment. His brows were pulled together with concern and his hands were reaching for you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked, and fuck, you forgot he was meeting you at your place. “You’re crying.”

In that moment, your head definitely wasn’t clear because your thoughts were going at a million miles per second. However, you knew that you were making the right decision when you handed Minhyung your train ticket.

He looked down at it with a frown. Maybe it would have been smarter to take Jaemin’s train ticket for yourself, but you would have hated yourself if you ran from Minhyung like this. You couldn’t betray him and leave him for dead back in New Orleans.

“Go to California,” you begged. “Get away from this place. Those guys—Capone’s men—they wanna kill you, Minhyung.”

His face hardened, and the words you least expected fell from his lips. “I know.”

You choked. “You—you what?”

“I had my suspicions that they were gonna coerce someone from Blue Paradise to figure out who I was,” he said, “but I only confirmed it was you that night I told you my real name.”

Tears were pricking your eyes at his words. How could he be so nonchalant about this when you had practically stabbed him in the gut? You were feeling worse and worse, but you knew your best bet for redemption was to let him go.

“Why didn’t you say something?” you whispered.

“Because I knew you felt the same way I feel about you.”

You wiped the tears streaming down your cheeks and moved your hands to hold Minhyung’s face. You looked him dead in the eye and said, “I do, so I need you to leave now. Leave before they find you.”

“What about you?” he mumbled, placing his large hand over yours.

You closed your eyes to avoid how sad his gaze was. “I’ll be fine. I’ll hide from them somehow and find you.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t… not when Doyoung could be in danger. Plus, I can’t just leave my family to fend for themselves.”

He hesitated. “I can’t leave you like this, Y/N.”

“You have to. After everything I hid from you, I probably deserve it.”

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Here’s what we’ll do, okay? I’ll go to California, like you want me to, but you’re gonna find Renjun. He’ll take you somewhere safe. We’ll figure out things from there.”

“Renjun,” you echoed. “He’ll take me somewhere safe? What about Doyoung?”

“I’ll call him right now, so pack your things before Capone’s men get here. I’ll make sure Doyoung’s not in any danger, too.”

You agreed and rushed to pack every important item you could. There was no way you could pack an entire suitcase in the limited time you had, so you settled for filling up a few bags with all of your essentials. You would rather replace belongings than be killed by Donghyuck and his men.

When you took one more look at the dingy apartment you had been staying in for years and closed the door for the last time, Minhyung was pacing in the entryway. You figured he was keeping a lookout for Capone’s men, but you had never seen him so stressed.

“Y/N, come with me,” he breathed out, grabbing your hand and taking you down the staircase to exit the building from the back. “Renjun’s parked down the block. He’s gonna take you away from this place.”

“What about Doyoung?” you asked.

“He’s fine,” Minhyung assured. “Looks like someone was killed outside Blue Paradise, so the mafia can’t get anywhere near the place with police crawling the streets. Renjun warned him about Capone’s men, and he’s gonna stay low-profile until things calm down.” You two sped up when you saw Renjun’s black car in sight. Minhyung continued, “Don’t worry. Doyoung has a lot of influence around these parts; no one’s touching him.”

When you both reached the car, Renjun rolled the window down and pointed to the back seat. “Y/N, get in quick. We have to get out of here before they come looking for you.” He fixed his gaze on Minhyung and frowned. “You’re really leaving for California?”

“I don’t like the idea either, but if I stay here, Y/N’s just gonna be in more danger,” he muttered. “When things cool down, I’ll send you money to get two tickets for California. Capone has men working under him everywhere, so don’t act rashly.”

“Got it,” Renjun said. He locked the doors once you were inside. “Do you have a ride to the train station, Minhyung?”

“Don’t worry,” he assured, “I’m covered. You two be safe.”

You looked up at him, and, before you knew it, Minhyung was cupping your cheeks and leaning over to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. You reciprocated immediately, and you were shocked because you thought the salty taste was from your tears, but you realized it was actually his.

“We’ll meet again,” he murmured against your lips, so quiet like he wanted the promise to sink into your flesh.

“Of course.”

With one last lingering kiss, Minhyung pulled away so that Renjun could pull out of the lot and drive away. He rolled up the windows, but you peered to look at the detective for as long as you could until he was just a speck in the distance.

It had been almost a year since Minhyung had left for California.

You were still living under Renjun’s protection, and your low-profile life was somewhat exhausting, but you still managed to get by. You were able to get in contact with Doyoung, who was, to your relief, perfectly safe. He confirmed that Jaemin was the one who was killed. After that, he was interrogated by Capone’s men about your and Minhyung’s whereabouts, but they eventually left him alone when they figured out he was left in the dark.

Ryujin had been covering your performances, but she was waiting for your return. You eventually were able to visit Blue Paradise with Renjun by your side, and it filled you with inexplicable joy to see business booming as usual.

Minhyung sent you letters occasionally. He wrote you pages and pages of what he was up to, and all the wonderful things about California. He expressed how he missed New Orleans and its nightlife, especially dancing with you under the moonlight. You would write back about how you were doing, but part of you felt like your life was too dull for him to care.

He did care, though. Minhyung answered every single letter of yours. He told you he kept them in a box and that he was counting down the days until you would be free from Capone’s watchful eye.

You were losing hope, though. It was nearing a year and the mafia was still relentless. You confided in Renjun about this, who told you just to keep your chin up and stay optimistic. It was difficult, but you tried.

There were days where you couldn’t fathom ever seeing Minhyung again, though, and you were trying to accept that you two were probably not going to meet again in this life. Perhaps it was true that the stars just didn’t happen to align for you two, but that was something you were just going to have to come to terms with.

Against all odds, you supposed this was the happy ending for you and Minhyung—happy, yet bittersweet. You two were safe, and that was most definitely the best case scenario. This was the best possible outcome of your doomed first love.

Regardless, the sun still rose and set every day, and the stars still twinkled in the night sky.

They moved on, and you could, too.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOOOO thank you for reading !! <33 i did quite a bit of research for this one so it was satisfying when i got to see it all come together :’) i hope you guys enjoyed it too! i’m a sucker for happy endings and sincerely apologize for the angst LOL but if ur like me then u can keep reading past this note for a little sliver of hope ♡ thank you again for reading + supporting my fic!

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Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter reaches you safely. I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. It feels wrong to be in this place without you. We’ve had too many dreams of being here together.

California is beautiful. You’ll love Los Angeles. Nothing beats the nightlife of New Orleans, though, and Blue Paradise is something I miss hearing down the street. Is Doyoung doing well? I remember reading an article somewhere about the success of his establishment.

I’m still mad for you. Say the word, and I’ll come running back to New Orleans to take you back here. We could start a new life and you can have one of your own stars at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Maybe one day we’ll cross paths again. Start new again. I want nothing more than to dance with you once more.

With love, Minhyung

P.S. The stars are beautiful over here. I can only think about how you’re probably seeing the same ones.

February 2, 1928 CAPONE CAN’T STAY, DEPART NEW ORLEANS

NEW ORLEANS—Feb 2—“I can’t leave town because I’m under bond to be tried Saturday and I can’t stay here without being put in jail,” complained Ralph Capone, brother of “Scarface” Al Capone, exiled gang leader, who with an older brother, Albert, faces at least two more arrests if the threat of thomas Healy, superintendent of police, is carried out.

Insisting that he is a “perfectly respectable horseman,” Ralph said that after his trial set on Saturday on a charge of being a dangerous and suspicious character, he intended to return to Chicago.

Arrested three times in three days and ejected from the Roosevelt hotel for registering under assumed names the Capones were placed under bond of $100 each to appear in court Saturday.

Ralph and Mike Raymond, accompanying them, were arrested on similar charges as the men emerged from the Desoto hotel after the time limit set by police for the Capones to leave New Orleans had elapsed.

“Capone is under bond to face trial as a dangerous and suspicious character and cannot be detained under this charge,” James Glynn, captain of detectives, explained yesterday in ordering temporary release.

The Capones were taken into custody Monday night and instructed to leave New Orleans within twenty-four hours.

Article provided by My Al Capone material

Minhyung, I’m free at last. I’m coming to you. Renjun, too.

With love, Y/N

P.S. I can’t wait to dance with you again, my love

[sunshyni]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPenn U – Mark

Notas: eu realmente não sei o que tá acontecendo comigo KKKKKK Mas enfim, gostariam de ouvir a palavra de Mark hoje? KKKKKK Tá, isso daqui é mais uma introdução do plot que eu tive para o Mark do que o conto em si, (no mesmo esquema dos contos do Johnny) escrevi mais porque tava na minha cabeça e quando isso acontece a gente tem que externalizar, não é mesmo?

Muito, muito obrigada por todo carinho pelo último post! Eu tô verdadeiramente feliz com todo o feedback, fico um tanto eufórica quando descubro que alguém gostou do que eu fiz, vocês são demais, na moral 🤭

OBS: @ncdreaming obrigada por isso aqui, você é tipo minha idola 🙏

w.c: 1k

WARNINGS: tá bem de boas, bem family friendly, menção a alguns desenhos nostálgicos da infância, um Mark bem abobalhado apaixonadinho pela fem!reader, e no mais é isso! Continuação dessa loucurinha aqui.

Boa leitura, docinhos! 🧩

“Action, romance, or comedy? Comedy? You're just like me” – Text me, DPR Live.

Os dedos de Mark se moviam rapidamente sobre o teclado do celular, Jaemin, com toda sua bondade de líder do time, tinha ofertado um período de intervalo durante o treino, apesar deles estarem próximos de um jogo importante de um campeonato disputado entre as universidades Ivy League. Mark não perdeu tempo para sair da pista de gelo e tirar os patins, sentando-se em um dos bancos da arquibancada calçando apenas meias desbotadas com estampa dos “Ursinhos carinhosos”, um presente de Johnny de algum dos amigos secretos que eles participaram no natal de um ano favorável.

Fazia apenas meia hora que vocês não se falavam, mas como o assunto nunca era escasso, você não demorou muito para responder uma foto dos pés de Mark adornados pela meia rosa infantil, a descrição era doce, bem como a pessoa quem a enviara “Johnny me contou uma vez que eu parecia o azul, mas eles não são todos iguais?”, você enviou uma risadinha e disse ser mais do time “Teletubbies”, o que atiçou a curiosidade de Mark sobre o seu desenho favorito da infância.

— É aquela garota de novo? — Jaehyun questionou da pista, debruçado sobre a proteção que dividia a plateia do rinque dos jogadores, o Lee pouco se importou em elevar os olhos o mínimo que fosse na direção do amigo para respondê-lo, ele estava ocupado demais tentando convencer você de que “Scooby-Doo” certamente era a melhor animação existente na face da Terra, mesmo seu gosto por “Tom & Jerry” sendo bastante concreto — Sério, Mark. Acho que você não tá sabendo, mas a gente divide um quarto e eu sou obrigado a ouvir esse barulhinho irritante de você digitando e apagando mensagens, às vezes você até ri alto sabia?

— Fazer o que se ela é uma ótima piadista — O Lee respondeu com um sorriso de orelha a orelha, finalmente desviando o olhar do celular para o amigo, que elevava uma sobrancelha como se dissesse “Você é o tipo de pessoa que tem crise de riso com vídeos de cachorrinhos fofos tropeçando”, e Mark realmente se enquadrava nesse grupo seleto de pessoas que constantemente riam à toa e por coisas muito idiotas, no bom sentido, Johnny sabia disso melhor do que qualquer outra pessoa, dado o fato de que ele com frequência era o motivo das altas gargalhadas que Mark deixava fluir no decorrer do dia na república em que eles compartilhavam — É sério, ela tem um pleno senso de humor, sem brincadeira.

— É ela de novo? Essa é o que? A nona vez? — Johnny se aproximou, atacando as pernas de Jaehyun com o taco do esporte, esse que chiou em resposta mas não devolveu na mesma moeda. Quanto a sua pergunta, Mark constantemente parava de fazer as coisas nas quais estava comprometido para digitar no celular, sorrir para o aparelho como se sua cartinha para o Papai Noel tivesse sido respondida e eles finalmente trocariam o PS4 pelo moderno PS5, mas estranhamente esse não era o caso, não daquela vez — Mostra uma foto dessa garota que tá te fazendo sorrir mais do que eu.

— Não vou não — E agora Mark Lee de fato parecia uma autêntica criança hiperativa com as suas meias coloridas. Ele tinha te conhecido por causa de uma venda aleatória num desses aplicativos de desapego de itens, Mark estava tentando se livrar de um quebra cabeça de mil peças que não teve coragem de começar a montar, e diante de nicknames estranhos e sem significado algum como “user62819” e “mk028”, vocês começaram a conversar e gostaram da companhia um do outro.

Vocês migraram do chat limitado do aplicativo para o aplicativo de mensagens e começaram a compartilhar fotos e mais fotos de acontecimentos do cotidiano, uma roupa em promoção, um casaco de dinossauros que Mark achou na internet e se flagrou tentado em colocar no seu carrinho de compras, uma noite no show do Bruno Mars e Mark pirando porque simplesmente esqueceu da data e não pôde comparecer, uma música que poderia facilmente fazer parte do seu repertório musical. Absolutamente tudo, vocês conversavam sobre absolutamente tudo.

A única coisa que vocês preferiam não falar e deixar para outro momento, era o fato de existir um grande elefante colorido dividindo o mesmo espaço que vocês, Mark obviamente estava caidinho por você, no entanto você só não queria admitir e havia um motivo para isso, um motivo bastante plausível que poderia vir a tona com toda sua magnitude e acabar estragando toda a magia.

— Tô achando que ela é meio lerdinha — Mark admitiu sem maldade, algo que não dava pra se questionar levando em consideração o sorriso enorme estampado em seu lindo rosto — Eu tento flertar e ela recua, mas não é porque não é recíproco, parece que ela só não quer me ver pessoalmente.

— Talvez porque ela seja na verdade um golpista tentando te extorquir — Ten ofereceu uma garrafinha de água para o Lee, descansando seu capacete no assento ao lado do amigo, que olhou confuso para o tailandês e balançou a cabeça para afirmar que você era real, tão real quanto a sensação boa na boca do estômago que ele sentia toda vez que escrevia linhas de texto para te enviar — Por que você não convida ela pra sair?

— Convida ela pro jogo — Jaemin surgiu do além com a sugestão enquanto colocava novamente suas luvas, Mark tomou um longo gole da garrafinha que Ten o entregou, ponderando a respeito da ideia, seria como matar dois coelhos com uma cajadada só, eles ganhavam o jogo, Mark poderia se amostrar para a sua futura ficante e ambos poderiam encerrar a noite no bar próximo ao campus com bebidas e amassos ao som de alguma música antiga da jukebox.

Antes de Jaemin começar a apressar o time todo a se reunir de volta no centro da pista, Mark respirou fundo, respondeu as mensagens pendentes sem adicionar novos assuntos a conta e perguntou, cuidadoso:

“Por acaso, 'cê tá a fim de me ver jogar na próxima sexta?”

Mark guardou o celular na mochila preta o mais rápido que pôde, como se a bateria do aparelho estivesse prestes a explodir na sua cara ou o pequeno computadorzinho estivesse em chamas na palma da sua mão.

Um singelo “visualizado mas não respondido” nunca machucou tanto o Lee como naquele dia.

[dreamrk99]

In another life : mark lee 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ preview

“In another life me and you would be married “

Cw : crying and unprotected sex

This is genuinely are draft to a story i wrote months ago about mark I decide to post it idk if I’ll ever drop the full version

My lips gently grazed his as I looked down at him from his lap. The view was breathtaking as he looked up at me. His lips spit-slicked, and his eyes droopy and filled with love. My bare torso against his before I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my hips being held in place by his ring-clad hands. I let out a soft gasp as I felt his hands guiding my hips so beautifully. Our skin met every time I took a deep breath. "I love you." I sang. Every time my heat tightened around him, feeling his hands make their way to my face. Tears ran down my cheeks.

He kissed the tears away before whispering confessions of love in my ear. He let out the most sensual sound as he emptied himself between my thighs.

"Do you love me ?" I asked, and my faded lipstick smeared on his glossy lips. "I breathe for you," he spoke before pressing kisses to my chest longly, staining it with the faded rouge."Please." I gasped as I ran my fingers through his overgrown black hair. He could only hum as I pulled his head up from my nipples and kissed him lovingly. I kissed him like I was going to die tomorrow. There was nothing I wanted more than to stay in his arms forever, but I knew I couldn't

[cu1tsmark]

"Tied with Love"

Y/N's birthday was just around the corner, and she had something special planned for the evening. A beautiful dress had arrived in the mail earlier in the day, and she couldn't wait to reveal it to Mark, her boyfriend of two years. She knew he had planned a lovely date night to celebrate her birthday, but this dress was going to be the icing on the cake.

Mark, however, was out running errands when the package arrived. Y/N eagerly tore open the box and marveled at the sight of the dress. It was a sleek black number with a daring open back. A vibrant red rope tied into a perfect bow held the dress together, and a cluster of red roses adorned the waist, adding a touch of elegance.

Impatiently, she waited for Mark to return home. When she heard the front door open and close, she knew he was back. Y/N rushed to greet him, and without a word, she grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into their bedroom, where he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed smartly in a suit.

"Babyy, I've got a surprise for you," Y/N said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She disappeared into the closet, leaving Mark to wonder what was going on.

Inside the closet, Y/N quickly changed into the black dress. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. She carefully tied the red rope into a perfect bow on her back and adjusted the roses on her waist.

Feeling a rush of excitement, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the closet. Y/N stood in front of the bedroom door, ready to make her grand entrance. "Okay, Mark," she called out, "close your eyes and don't peek!"

Mark obediently closed his eyes, curious but willing to go along with the surprise. He heard the soft swish of fabric as Y/N approached him. A thrill of anticipation coursed through him.

With a sly smile, Y/N gently tapped Mark's shoulder. "Okay, now open your eyes."

Mark's eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Y/N standing before him in that stunning black dress, his jaw practically hit the floor. "Wow," he breathed, taking in the sight of her. "You look absolutely breathtaking, my love."

Y/N blushed, her heart warmed by his reaction. She couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence in the dress. "Thank you, darling. I wanted to look special for our date tonight."

Mark, always the charming one, couldn't resist making a suggestive remark. "Well, you look so good that I'm starting to think we shouldn't go out for our date. Maybe we should just celebrate your birthday right here, in the comfort of our bed," he said with a wicked grin.

Y/N playfully smacked his chest. "Mark lee! We can celebrate in bed later. Right now, let's go out and have a wonderful birthday dinner."

Mark chuckled, pulling her close. "Alright, alright, but I can't promise I won't be distracted all night, thinking about that dress."

Y/N laughed and kissed him sweetly. "I'll hold you to that. Now, let's go make some birthday memories, shall we?" And with that, they left their bedroom, hand in hand, ready to enjoy a night of celebration and love.

Ps : This was the one that i was talking about in taeyong drabble last time, I'm doing another one because today I'm celebrating my birthday bash hehe plus I just felt like doing mark version

[yourkeikei]

I need to see those arms around my neck...<3