#mark lees watermelon girlfriend

[taerominjae]

Yo, Happy Birthday my Bestie @beomslonghair

You know we've know eachother for almost 6 years? That's like 1/3 of my freaking life span.

Thanks for making the world alittle more bear(🐻)able hehe

This is short and sweet but you card will hold alot more than this!!!

TAKE YOUR MAN, MARK LEE AS A PRESENT!!????????!??!!!!

You and your Jay ass boots @beomslonghair

[orangesaek]

Ok so I've been learning Korean recently and thought it was so cute how 포포(popo) means kiss and 포도(podo) means grapes.

So Ive been thinking of a cute scenario with Mark where his s/o is learning korean and mixes the two up when asking for grapes and it makes mark super flustered.

omg my boy mark lee 🥹 i could easily imagine his flustered face lmao should i name this "the grape mistake"? 👀 sorry anyway, thanks so much for requesting this! let me know what you think ♡ hope you liked this! a/n: not proofread. lowercase intended.

mark was working in the studio late at night when you texted him that you'll be visiting him at the company to bring him some snacks and just hang out until he finishes work since you didn't have anything to do the next day anyway.

he mentioned about craving some street food the other day, and so you went to the night market. of course, knowing how much your boyfriend loves watermelon, you started looking for the nearest fruit stand. much to your dismay, the only fruit stand that was open that time ran out of everything else except grapes.

it hasn't been that long since you have moved to korea, but you were already quite quick to learn the language (also thanks to mark's help). however, you never really bothered to learn some of the most basic words for some reason. like fruits, for example.

you were just standing in front of the fruit stand quietly for about a minute, trying to remember a word you never even learned before. you were just about to say grapes in english when the stall owner decided to speak first.

"do you want to buy some grapes? they're fresh," she said. you knew she was talking about the grapes (because obviously there was nothing else in her stall but grapes), but it was the first time you've ever heard of the korean word for it.

"i'm so sorry, but what do you call this fruit in korean?" you asked, hoping she wouldn't find your question too silly. the stall owner gave you a bit of a puzzled look before realizing that you were a foreigner.

"it's called podo," she kindly repeated. after thanking the kind lady and memorizing the word in your brain, you went on your way to mark's studio.

on normal occasions, nobody else but strictly the company staff and artists were allowed to enter the building. however, thanks to mark's popularity within the company and the company actually owing him a lot of gratitude, you were given a bit of a special treatment as his girlfriend.

you were about to knock on the door of his studio but decided otherwise, thinking he might be in the middle of recording something and end up disrupting his work. instead, you sent him a text message that you were already outside of his studio, and thankfully, he was able to immediately open the door for you.

"my babyyy," he greeted in english, clearly delighted to see you again. more often than not, the two of you spoke in english whenever you're alone together. when his members are around, however, you'd mix korean here and there.

he ushered you inside before taking the food you bought for him and placing it on an empty table. he then opened his arms wide and patted his chest for you to come to him for a hug.

"you know you didn't have to bother, but thank you so much for all of this, babe" mark said as he tightened his embrace. "really appreciate it, thank you."

right after eating, mark went back to work while you quietly scrolled through your phone. the two of you were in comfortable silence though, and that was one of the many things that mark appreciated about you. you weren't the type to constantly seek for his attention, and you knew how to entertain yourself when he's busy.

"babe, there are still some grapes left, right? can you please get them for me?" he asked. you got on your feet and passed him the remaining grapes.

"thank you," he said before putting his headphones back on. he placed the grapes on the right side, which was on the other side from where you were seated.

while you were scrolling through your phone, you could see mark pop a grape or two in his mouth every now and then while he was on his computer. you never got the chance to taste one while you were eating earlier (because you were too full), and looking at mark just eating it so deliciously made you want to have some, too.

mark was about to put another grape in his mouth when you lightly poked his left arm. he then looked at you, the grape still between his right thumb and index finger.

"podo juseyo~" you asked in an aegyo voice, both hands open in a gesture to receive. mark blinked at you twice, suddenly feeling flustered while you were there just cutely blinking your eyes at him, waiting for him to give you the grape he was holding.

"w-what?" he nervously asked, his ears turning red at seeing you ask for a 'kiss' after briefly having a coughing fit (poor boy just choked on his own spit). it was definitely not the first time the two of you have shared a kiss, but it was the first time for him to see you ask for it so cutely.

"podo," you repeated. "isn't grape called podo in korean?"

mark's mouth fell in an 'o' after realizing what you have just said. he took off his headphones and asked you again if you were asking for podo, and not a kiss.

you broke into laughter, with mark sheepishly laughing along with you for his mistake. after laughing for a good minute or two, you then took mark's right hand (which was still holding the grape).

"babe, we can get the best of both worlds," you said, still chuckling and smiling in between. mark looked puzzled, wondering what you meant.

"we get to split the grape in two and kiss each other at the same time. like this," you raised mark's hand to your mouth, placing the grape between your teeth and motioning for him to lean forward.

mark chuckled at your idea but leaned in for a kiss and a bite of the grape anyway. needless to say, it was literally the sweetest and juiciest kiss he ever had.

- end.

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[winter-dayz]

Left Behind

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut Words: 2273 Warnings: sexual content (thigh fucking, thigh riding); strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“That’s it, princess… Keep going.” His breath caressed the shell of her ear as he continued to slide her along his thigh. She whimpered, and her teeth sunk into the fabric on his shoulder to stifle the noise. “Ah, ah ah~ I want to hear you, princess.”

He flexed the muscle of his thigh as he pulled her up his thigh again. She didn’t hold back this time. The moan was like music made just for him, and it was a song he would never get tired of hearing.

“Please, Min, I’m so close.” She mumbled into the skin of his neck before sucking dark marks wherever she could.

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my thigh like my good little princess?” The words edged the girl on further, and his teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin of her ear didn’t help either. “Do it, Y/N. You know I’m the only one who can make you fall apart this way.” And he was right; the friction, his words, his voice were too much to handle. The perfect ingredients for a mindblowing orgasm.

The tension building in her stomach finally snapped and she grasped wherever she could get her hands on him. He muttered words of encouragement and praise through the high of it, pressing soft kisses to the side of her face. When he could tell she was becoming overstimulated, he lifted her hips slightly, bearing the brunt of her weight, and rubbed soothing circles into her back.

“You with me?” He felt her nod against his chest and he pressed another delicate kiss to the crown of her head. “Let’s get you in bed. Tomorrow will be a long day of trying to get this shithole fixed.” He moved to carry her to the unfortunately uncomfortable counselor beds, but before he could even stand, she leaned back and placed a hand to his chest.

“Wait,” she glanced down briefly, “you didn’t cum. I can feel how hard you are.”

“It’s fine, love, it’ll either go away, or I’ll handle it in the bathroom.” But she had already begun unbuttoning his jeans, insistent on returning the favor. “You’re too sensitive from the friction, love…” Minho worried as she continued to shimmy the fabric down his legs.

“You’re right… That’s why you’re gonna use my thighs now.” She smirked as she readjusted to straddle his hips, aligning his dick to fit comfortably between the soft flesh of her thighs. The sight alone made Minho want to explode.

Getting his girlfriend off always worked him up—he had even come untouched from pleasing her several times before. The head was flushed and leaking pre-cum, and Y/N salivated at the sight, but she withheld from her desire to devour him in order to literally return the favor. A thigh for a thigh.

He bit his lip and drew his eyes away from the delicious sight of his cock nestled between her thighs, looking to her for consent despite her initiating. She flexed her thighs in response, causing them to tighten around his shaft. He hissed and bucked upwards slightly, trying to hold back.

“Go ahead, love, use me to get off.” With verbal confirmation, he didn’t hesitate. He held her in place by her hips and thrusted up. His pre-cum helped him to slide in and out of the seam of her thighs. Her legs shone as he made a mess of her skin.

But Y/N could tell it wasn’t enough and she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and let her spit fall down to join the growing pool of slick. He moaned at the sight, and his head fell back against the couch, getting lost in the feeling.

She pulled his head up, bringing him into a firm kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, sliding over her tongue and teeth. She tasted like watermelon and mint. She let him take the lead for a moment longer before tightening her thighs and using his moment of intense pleasure to her advantage.

Their breaths were hot and mixing between them during the brief moment they broke apart. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and when she pulled away, she tugged his bottom lip with her.

“You–” He gasped as she slid closer, and he could feel her pussy slide along his cock as he pushed upwards again. “You feel so good, princess. ‘M gonna cum soon.” She felt him throb, once, twice, and then he stopped. Y/N looked at him confused.

But then he began rapidly thrusting up, his head catching between her folds several times. The feeling of her wet pussy only fueled his burning desire. He groaned low and deep before pulling her back in to kiss him again. 

When he finally released, hot, wet cum spilling over both of their thighs, he whined while staring into her eyes.

🎃

Something was off about the camp. Y/N and Minho had been reluctant to volunteer as counselors after hearing the stories of what happened, but some of their friends had persuaded them. 

It was their last summer before they entered their final semesters in college; Y/N and Minho elected not to take summer courses so they could soak up time together before they entered the “real world”. They had originally planned not to have any plans and to just be lazy together all summer, but when your closest friends basically beg you to come help, how do you say no?

But something was certainly off.

The lake, which looked serene at a distance, had an eerie feeling the closer they got. It didn’t help that the buildings were all incredibly run-down.

Minho and Y/N had also gotten roped into coming early so they could help revamp the place before the campers came later on in the summer. Y/N was happy to be with her boyfriend, but Minho wanted to be anywhere else… as long as Y/N was there too.

He felt like he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Maybe the scary stories he had heard had gotten to him a little too much, but he swears that someone is hiding out in the forest, stalking them or something.

Surely the camp wasn’t actually being haunted by the ghost of a murderer.

🎃

It wasn’t being haunted. It was being inhabited. Jason was not dead like history claimed. The stories weren’t just stories.

But Minho was determined. He would not fall victim like those before him had. He would protect his friends. He would protect the love of his life. Even if it cost his own life; But Y/N couldn’t know. She would try to stop him, but it was the only way.

They had tried running, but it was fruitless. Some of the others had already been killed—Minho was just glad that he and Y/N had been spared from having to witness anything. The power boxes had been damaged, but one of the rooms with a generator had a phone. Someone had called the police, but who knew when they would arrive. 

He had picked up a golf club from the recreational building, it would have to do. Y/N brandished a bat, but Minho told her not to worry about using it unless absolutely necessary. He wouldn’t let it come to that, though.

🎃

It didn’t take long for Jason to find them. Neither of them were sure how many of their friends remained; they had gotten separated a long time ago and could only guess what was going on based on screams echoing around them.

“Go now. Run… all the way to the main gate. I can hear the sirens. The police should be here shortly, and then you leave and you never look back. Okay?” He was frantic, practically shoving her in the direction of the gates.

“I’m not leaving you behind. I can’t.” She argued, silent tears already steadily falling down her cheeks.

“You can, and you will. There is no choice. I’ll hold him off for as long as I can while you make it out.” His insistence only made the tears fall faster, but her hesitancy stayed. She grasped onto his arm, desperate.

“I– I can wait for you. I’ll tell the police you’re down here, and they can save you. Don’t do this, please Minho. Don’t try and be a hero, not now.”

“Don’t.” It was the nail in the coffin. A decision he gave her no part in making. The word so final that no teardrop shed would change it. No pleading breath would sway him. No room for further argument.

Inside, she could feel a million shards of glass pelt against her ribcage. A shockwave flowed through each limb simultaneously. The urge to both cry and scream and fight punctuated every thought. But it was no use, and she knew that.

Her lips were on his, smashed tightly in a silent goodbye. Hands clutched at the sides of his face, committing it to memory, and then they were gone. Then she was running and, despite every bone in her body burning with desire to look back, she did not. She would not break this final promise to him, even if it killed her inside.

As he watched her run away, his heart pounded louder than the fear coursing through his veins. Regardless, he swung the golf club up to the corner where his neck met his shoulder, waiting. He had to be ready.

He hid behind a tree, watching and waiting. It had been several minutes and he knew Jason was nearby, but he worried that the killer had pursued his love instead.

It felt like an hour passed by as he stood, but really only seconds had ticked by. He heard the leaves rustle, a twig snap, and then he saw the hockey mask—stained with the blood of his best friends.

Minho dodged an attack, quickly moving behind the large man. He didn’t hesitate to swing, aiming for the side of his head. If he could hit his temple, it’d be over in seconds. Instead, the metal collided with the back of his head as Jason turned. The damage still stunned him momentarily, but it wasn’t the instant kill Minho had hoped for.

The golf club was light enough that he was able to properly swing another time, but in his haste, he only managed to hit his shoulder. The force would have likely broken a normal person’s bones, but Jason was nearly unaffected.

Minho wasn’t too proud or stupid to realize when he was outmatched. Y/N had hopefully gotten far enough away by now. He turned and booked it, weaving through the trees and back towards the main trails.

He was a couple feet away from one of the larger cabins when he felt searing hot pain in his left shoulder and right calf. He glanced down and saw a small dagger sticking out of the thick muscle. He assumed his shoulder fared the same treatment. He knew not to pull them out yet, so he kept running.

He entered the back door of the cabin, but kept going through the building, out the front door, and took off for another that wasn’t too far away. When he got there, he quickly and quietly moved through the building, crawling around so as to not be seen through windows.

Luckily, someone else was hiding there too. Minho found them laying underneath one of the lower bunk beds. The other man helped to remove the knives and wrapped his leg with a ripped up sheet. Minho would just have to deal with his bloody shoulder for the time being.

They building-hopped, hoping that staying out of the open would prevent Jason from finding them faster. By the time the two had reached the fourth building, Minho had paled considerably. He was losing too much blood too fast. He tried to tell the other guy to go on without him, but, despite only being a friend of a friend, he refused to leave him behind.

Instead, he scooped Minho up, mindful of his injuries, and carried him over his shoulder. He was considerably slower with the added weight, but somehow they made it to the front gates. Police were waiting, and when they realized Minho was injured, someone immediately took him into the back of a squad car where they better tended his wounds.

Minho could feel his vision fading, but when he realized his girlfriend wasn’t anywhere in sight, he nearly vomited and fainted. He asked the police if they had seen her, but several of the officers explained that the two men were the first. And then Minho did faint.

🎃

Bright white light and the smell of antiseptic clouded his senses. A hospital… Minho hated hospitals.

He squinted as his eyes adjusted. He finally heard the beeping of his heart monitor. He looked to his left; it looked to either be very early morning or the beginning of an evening. He looked to his right; a woman was slumped over his bed in the chair next to him. He finally felt the pressure of her hand in his.

She didn’t appear injured at first, but he glanced over the railing of his bed and saw the ankle wrapping. 

How cliche. He couldn’t help but think. However, he smiled and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his whole world safely next to him.

He squeezed her hand, careful not to wake her, and then closed his eyes and succumbed to a more peaceful rest.

[onyourm]

< 🌙 > MARK MINHYUNG LEE, korean-canadian, AUGUST 2ND 1999, INFJ, guitarist & huh yunjin’s handholder ™️. growing up from place to place, mostly residing in canada for most of the time being, moving to korea at 16 and getting to where he is as one of NCT’s main members were only small things that described mark. when he’s just plain mark lee as a person, he’s usually spotted with his nose in a old poetry, searching when a full moon would come out, with his guitar, taking a night walk, munching on watermelon in a corner, sleeping … shopping … in the studio most likely or editing his girlfriend’s instagram pictures.

ׁ ˳ 🎞️ . ࣪ ݁ LMH alternate universe. not meant to portray the idol in real life & all of this is used for entertainment purposes only.

[markresonates]

summary: You’re lucky that Mark’s birthday finally gives you an excuse to get close to him

pairing: best friend!Mark x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, tiny angst

au/tropes: childhood friends to roommates to lovers

word count: 2.7k

a/n: here’s some impulsively written Mark smut bc it's his bday + i love him and if you don't, then you're wrong<3

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dom!Mark, fem!reader

There is no better day for your best friend to have been born than August 2nd, 1999. Perhaps it was some cosmic luck, being that ‘99 was the year of the rabbit which symbolizes luck and good fortune, but Mark Lee was born right smack dab in the middle of two holidays: national spiderman day and national watermelon day.

“What?” he squeaked, softly shoving you away in disbelief. “Dude, no way! That’s seriously, like, too crazy.”

“Fine! Look it up if you don’t believe me,” you defended yourself, laughing at his adorable wide eyed expression.

Three years later, he still manages to bring it up repeatedly that he has a “predestined birthday,” or so he calls it. If it was anybody else making tiny jokes about fate and slipping in references to the special quality of the day multiple times, your patience would be wearing thin, so much so that you might consider making up an excuse to escape the poorly worded jokes, if only for a little while. But you would never opt out of hearing Mark’s jokes, or, honestly, his voice in general. That voice you miss hearing nonstop.

This is the first birthday you will be spending with Mark since you moved in together. It’s important to note that “moved in together” and “being together” are two separate things, no matter how much you wish they were one in the same. The thing is, just because you share an overpriced, dusty apartment, doesn't mean you spend much time with each other.

Nearly a year ago, you started to grow apart, all thanks to Mark’s controlling girlfriend. He was too naive to see through her snake-like skin in the beginning of their relationship. She was the kind of girl that never grew out of that popular, mean girl complex she developed in high school and it showed. It nearly broke your heart to see your once ride-or-die friendship, a close connection that you formed with him since elementary school, dwindle through the sands of time. All of his friends saw her for who she was as well, but no amount of mini interventions could change his mind. He had to come to that conclusion himself, something that took him seven months to do.

You heard it through the walls. Their relationship had met its final crescendo with a loud, full out yelling match ringing through the apartment. You could only make out parts of the harsh accusations and aggressive rebuttals but you got the gist of the context. Based on fractions of dialogue, you pieced together that his girlfriend had been carefully working her toxic magic to persuade Mark to turn away from you. Apparently this was the thing that flipped a switch within him and shattered the illusion of a caring, sincere relationship he saw in the mirror.

He sulked around the apartment for a single week before it appeared as if he had cleansed himself of her. It was nice to see him chipper and somehow visibly healthier after this short period of mourning but seeing him way more often was unexpectedly awkward. By the time his birthday rolled around, it had been a month since that week, and that awkward feeling like you do not recognize the person you used to know like the back of your hand lingers today too.

You get home from work to find Mark and Haechan slouching in the middle of the couch. You kick off your shoes by the door and swallow thickly. “Hey, have you guys eaten already?” you ask, raising your voice over the volume of some movie that barely holds their attention.

Mark flinches at the sound of your voice, speedily clicking pause on the remote. “God, fu- I didn’t see you come in. Uh, yeah the boys took me out to eat a while ago.”

“Oh, okay… well, happy birthday, Mark! I'm just gonna, you know, go to my room. I’m a little tired from work and all,” you lie. “I’ll leave your present on your bed.” You waste a handful of seconds waiting for him to reply when all that plays out is an uncomfortable moment of silence.

Haechan gets up from his seat, breaking the quiet atmosphere. “Is anyone going to say anything or are we holding our breaths until we pass out?”

Mark watches his friend collect his belongings and stands up in protest. “Wait, are you leaving? Don't go!”

Haechan ignores his question, instead engulfing him in his arms, and struggles to kiss Mark’s cheek, which to the birthday boy’s dismay, successfully makes contact with his cheek. “Happy birthday!” He makes a swift exit, hugging you along the way and leaving the room in that awkward silence that clogged the air like before.

You sigh loudly and start to stroll down the hall to your room when you hear Mark call out, “Hey, y/n, wait! It’s really lucky, like how my birthday is lucky, that you got here right when Haechan was leaving and I know you’re tired and stuff but, like, it’s my birthday and I was hoping you’d watch the rest of the movie with me?”

Your mind flashes to images of how this situation could go. You do not know for sure what streaming platform he is using but honestly does it really matter?

You freeze as your stomach does a flip. “I was thinking I'd take a shower right now and get the smell of work off of me?” Your response comes off as a question while you are praying he would object to your leave and want you no matter what; and lucky for you, your prayers are answered.

“y/n, I really don’t care about that with you, don’t you know that? I just wanna finish the netflix movie with you… and it’s still my birthday so, count this as part of your present… please?”

Netflix and chill IS A THING and there is a chance that this situation could turn out the way you wanted: naked underneath his body and completely filled up by his hard cock.

But then again, you are probably overthinking this. He’s had years to make a move on you and he never has. The dirty scenes exist in your mind and your mind alone. He doesn't think of you like that obviously.

Or does he?

“Well since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll do it later. Let me go put my stuff in my room.” The walk down the hall feels long, taking slow cautious steps as your mind swirls with uncertainty and your panties pool with arousal. There, you toss your stuff on the bed with no regard to their condition and step out to return to the living room.

“Actually, can we, uh, do it in my room? The movie I mean! Like finish the movie,” He awkwardly folds his arms and leans against the doorway to his room.

Watching a movie with him in bed. Yeah that doesn't sound suspicious at all.

You snort at his attempt to look cool. “Sure, that’s fine.”

He moves your carefully wrapped birthday present to the nightstand. Not before long, the both of you are leaning back against his headboard, and a tingling in the lower half of your abdomen buzzes distractingly. You sit one foot away from each other with equally tense muscles and hands folded in your laps. The boring movie drones on with a nonsensical plot that you dedicate a fourth of your attention to. You move your hand and lay it at your side, positioning it in between you and Mark’s thighs if he so happens to want to hold your hand.

“Have you opened any pres- Oh.” Your voice falters as his hand slips into yours. He intertwines your fingers and gives your hand a gentle squeeze, something that is such a simple, innocent gesture but causes butterflies in your stomach nonetheless. His eyes are glued to the screen, avoiding staring at your hand or meeting your gaze. “Mark, look at me,” you whisper, growing tired of him purposefully ignoring you.

He lolls his head to the side slowly, rubbing his perfect pink lips together. Looking down to his hand for a second, he pulls it out of your grasp and tentatively trails it up your thigh. He hums in a way inferring “what?”

Your mind goes blank for two seconds before you hoist yourself up from the bed and throw your leg over his lap. His hands immediately swing to your hips then slide lower to take handfuls of your body and control the rhythm of how you grind on him.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” he sighs, already out of breath.

“I bet it’s not as long as me though,” you moan. Rolling your hips in his lap at an increased speed lures a sweet sounding groan of pleasure from his pretty mouth. “God, I love hearing your voice.”

He leans forward with no warning to capture your lips with his. You slow the pace of your hips to match the sensual, affectionate kiss. His tongue penetrates the warmth of your mouth and you nearly choke on a moan that vibrates in your throat. You never expected making out with Mark to be as meaningful and hot as it is now, getting lost in his sincere kisses. He pulls away to lay his forehead against yours as his hands take full control of your motions and grind your core over his strained, hard length. The arousing motion is so sudden that you sob and tighten your grip on his shoulders.

“Shit, y/n are you okay? I’m really sorry if that hurt,” he retracts his hands from your body in a panic.

You rock your body back and climb off his lap. You crawl off the bed to remove the rest of your clothing and he follows suit. His eyes go wide seeing his best friend undressing in front of him, tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra in the back, slipping off your pants and panties in one sweep. He displays a proud smile when he gets a look at your panties. “I got you this wet?”

You ring your hands around his neck, connecting your mouth to the sensitive spot close to his ear and seductively hiss, “Mark, shut up and fuck me already.” Slinking up the mattress and laying on your back compels Mark to replicate your movement until he is on top of you.

He jerks back and eyes you with worry. “Hold up, should I, like, get a condom?”

“Well we both just got tested last month like *every sexually active person if supposed to do every year* and we were clean. And I take birth control, so I’m alright if you are?”

He presses his body to yours while he goes in for another sweet kiss then gets to his knees. He looks down at you, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, with this lustful, sharp gaze in substitute for the innocent twinkle you see outside of the bedroom. “Yeah, I’m alright,” he grunts in a gravely tone that unbelievably turns you on even more.

Reaching down to grab the back of your thighs, he hauls your body closer to him and pries your legs open wider. He fools you into thinking he is about to sink himself deep inside you, but instead he gets on his stomach, latching his mouth to your hot slit.

“M-Mark! please, I want you inside me so bad,” you cry out as his tongue circles around your clit then sucks down hard.

“But it’s my birthday, y/n,” he fake pouts, going back to lapping at your slick folds. Two fingers dive into you and pet your soft walls with vigor. Your most sensitive spot heats up as a familiar pressure builds.

“P-please, I don’t want to come now, I wanna come with you,” you whine.

“God, I love how you’re so desperate for me, baby,” he comments breathlessly. Granting your wishes this time around, he sets himself up at your entrance. He collects your cum on his fingers and rubs it up and down his length, pumping himself in his hands until he is satisfied with how slick and hard he is. “Ready?”

You hum in confirmation and angle your neck down to see where your dripping hole swallows his cock. The fucked out, pleasured moans that you and Mark emit are likely heard by the neighbors but you couldn't care less if you were fined for a hundred noise complaints. There is no way you would ever develop the ability to suppress the blissful cry as he slides inside you, spreading your walls as he thrusts his full length in until his pelvis meets your body and he can’t plunge any further. After the handful of seconds he allows you to adjust to his size, he rocks into you deeply. The steady, reasonably tame pace he starts off with lasts about 30 seconds. You squeal when he hooks his hands to your hips and lifts your lower half up another few inches to get a better angle at pounding into you on his knees. Every thrust reaches in deepest possible and hits the magic spot inside you.

Your body twitches when he winds his hand around to rub your clit. There is a fluttering that you hold back in your abdomen, a chore made difficult by his relentless pounding and skillful fingers. “Mark, are you c-close?”

“Yeah, pretty close, baby. But I don’t think you’re going to be able to hold out long enough to come with me, princess,” he teases.

He increases his intensity because of your challenge, hastily defiling you and stimulating your sensitive button with tireless rubbing. Throbbing knots tie too quickly for you to manage restraint and you peak 30 seconds later. The fire from your climax radiates through your veins, the kind of mind dizzying orgasm you dreamed about from Mark. A rippling, nearly stinging pleasure from the overstimulation by his fingers pushes your convulsions to last longer.

You love the face that Mark is making as he watches where your body’s connect, pumps inside you listlessly. His brow is furrowed, lips parted enough so his tongue can rub over the bottom one, continually wetting it and giving his lips a pretty glossy look, while the corners of his mouth turn up in a slight smile. You can't tell if his smile stems from the feeling of filling you up as his cock is hugged tightly inside you, or a smile from making you come so incredibly hard, but you could read it all over his face that he was seconds away from his own heaven by the way his mouth twitched.

His eyes fluttered shut as pleasure sweeps over his body. He lets out a noise that is somewhere in between a growl and a croak. The feeling of being filled with Mark’s cum is indescribable; it just feels like you are whole and warm even after he pulls out. He carefully leans over to his nightstand to retrieve a toilet paper roll. “Baby, you look so pretty right now,” he praises you. “The look on your face is just, like- argh, fuck. And how my cum is spilling out of you? God, wow.”

There is a period of silence, but it's not the awkward vibe that pre-sex with Mark Lee had. “Hey, you know what’s kind of funny?” you mumble lethargically, starting to feel him wiping you down.

“Hmm, what’s that?”

You get to your elbows and peer down to the guy you dreamed about for years. He’s the one you imagined when you close your eyes and envision walking on the beach hand in hand, getting caught in rain storms together and having to share an umbrella, losing track of time with him because you’re too in love to spare a single glance at a clock, and growing old together knowing you were the luckiest girl on the planet. “You really did get lucky tonight, huh?”

He bursts out laughing, slapping the bed next to your leg in amusement with a volume that’s just a little too loud but you love regardless. When he calms down and you're all clean (according to Mark’s standards), he pulls you to your feet and holds you close. “No… I’m lucky I have you.”

happy birthday Mark!!

i posted @ 11:59 pm of august 2nd where i live…literally posted at the very last minute BUT i wasn't late !!

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© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[raibebe]

Day 27: Pegging

Genre: smut Words: 633 Prompt: boyfriend Mark x female reader

Warnings: fingering (m), oral, pegging

A/N: Mark Lee has the perfect ass and you cannot convince me otherwise!

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“Fuck you look so goddamn sexy,” Mark groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows. “Yeah?” You giggled, fastening the last buckle of the harness around your hips, “Someone is excited.” “Can you blame me?” He sighed, languidly stroking his cock, “It’s not every day that your girlfriend agreed to fuck you.” “Have you chosen one yet?” “Want the blue one,” he groaned, fucking up into his fist to take some of the edge off.

“You want me to destroy you?” You breathed, climbing onto the bed to grab the blue dildo, the biggest one you owned, looking freakishly real if it wasn’t for the dark blue color. “Want to feel it for days,” Mark sighed, watching you with his dark eyes as you snapped the silicone dick into its place in your harness. “Fuuuck,” he drew out the curse.

“Come on, baby, get my cock nice and wet so I can fuck you,” you urged him on and it was almost comically how fast Mark complied, flipping himself over on his hands and knees. Almost tenderly, he kissed the tip of the fake dick before he swallowed it down as far as he was able to without gagging. “You look so good sucking cock,” you groaned and even if you weren’t able to feel Mark’s lips around the dildo, the sight alone made arousal spark beneath your skin. “It’s so big,” Mark whined, spreading his saliva over the silicone, “Want it inside me so badly.” “But will it fit, baby?” “Make it fit,” he rasped, his eyes dark, one of his hands blindly pawing at the sheets to find his favorite bottle of water-based lube, messily pouring some on his fingers to stuff them inside himself again, moaning loudly despite the awkward angle. “Please, fuck me,” he panted, spitting the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth onto your cock.

“Turn around for me then,” you rasped, grabbing the bottle of watermelon flavored lube to coat the silicone dick evenly while Mark all but presented himself to you, his ass high up in the air and his face buried in his arms. With a smile on your face, you brought your palm down onto one of his cheeks to watch the flesh redden and jiggle. “Fuuck,” he cursed, his pink hole fluttering. “Relax for me,” you breathed, gently testing how well he had stretched himself in the shower by fucking two of your fingers inside him to hear him moan and rock back against you. “So eager to be fucked,” you chuckled, scissoring your fingers to feel the give of the muscle.

“Fuck me, come on,” Mark whined, already fucking himself back onto your fingers. “So bossy,” you grinned, fucking your fingers against his prostate for good measure to hear him keen before pulling them out. Whatever he was going to reply was lost in the gasp he let out when he felt the blunt head of your cock nudge at his entrance before you slowly pushed the length of the dildo inside him. “You’re so fucking big,” he groaned when your hips were finally flush with his ass. “Yeah? You like my big cock?” You chuckled, slowly grinding the silicone cock inside him. “Fuck me,” Mark begged, slowly rocking back and forth on your fake cock. “What’s the magic word, baby?” “Please,” he whined, twisting his neck so you could see his teary eyes: The sight of your boyfriend stuffed with cock and tears daring to spill from his eyes was so lewd you couldn’t stop the moan that clawed past your throat.

“God, I love you,” you breathed before grabbing Mark by his hips to fuck him in earnest, his moans so sweet they almost made up for the fact that you couldn’t feel him clench around your silicone cock.

[alreadyblondenow]

I loved you first, but you’re not the last

“....You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,”

Pairing: Mark Lee x female!reader

Genre: Angst, SMUT, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers

WC: 4,588k

Warnings: Fake dating, break up,swearing, mentions or other idol, reader x Taeyong in the end, Taeyong as Mark’s brother, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of making out, mentions of making out, touching, a small amount of dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Gosh I hope this posts. Part of Request Party

It was in the middle of the night when you received a call that did not just woke you up, but also woke your whole being. Body, mind and soul.

“You’re back?” crankily you sat up from bed, scratching your heavy eyes and about to get out of bed because the person on the other line is right outside your house, waiting for you.

He has been away and gone for too long because of college... and you should be excited as you go downstairs to meet him, but you know why he’s here and it’s no good news. Let’s face it, this night will not end nice.

“Here goes nothing,” you murmured. Wrapping yourself with your thick jacket before you finally step outside.

And the moment you opened the door, snow was falling and you didn’t miss how the snow landed peacefully on Mark’s eyelashes. Eyes looking straight to you, those sad eyes that can’t hide the pain that he’s holding. A pain that you caused.

You wanted to finally reunite first with a hug, but he got ahead of you and took your chance to show him how much you missed him.

“How could you?” he started, eyes still locked on yours. “I thought we were going to wait and do it right- how could you date my brother while I was away?”

Even you find it cruel. What you did to Mark was cruel, selfish, and unforgivable. And truth be told, you don’t have the right words now. You wanted to explain of course, but you’re scared it might break him even more. “I love your brother,” you said softly. Not even brave enough to look him in the eye because you feel bad.

“You loved me first,” he bite back. And you can’t help but be weak in front of him and cry. Usually whenever you cry, he will walk towards you and remind you how much you mean to him. But you guess not tonight, maybe you don’t deserve love tonight.

“You left me, remember?” you dried your tears and tried being brave even just for a short period. Just until you have the guts to walk away.

“Whatever. It’s not yet too late. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy,”

He finally said his true purpose tonight. This was his last chance and the only to win you back. But even though he has never been more honest in his whole life except tonight, he feels like not even telling you his feelings can bring you back to him. Mark was so frustrated that he has tears in his eyes already that you wanted to dry so bad. But if you really want him to respect the relationship you have with his brother, then this is the perfect time.

“I may have loved you first, but your brother is the last man I’ll love. I’m sorry Mark,”

And just as you finish saying those hurtful words, you finally have the bravery to turn your back on him and ignore his shouting that you’re sure your parents and neighbors heard. This is you throwing a decade of good friendship because of unrequited love.

FOUR YEARS AGO

The day before Valentines day, you don’t know what’s up with your mood or with you in general, because you’ve been so envy with the people around you, couples to be exact. As you admire happy couples in school who celebrates Valentines as early as now, you can’t help but to imagine someone.... someone that will give you flowers, chocolates... kisses, or whatever you’ll accept in whole heartedly.

Valentines is like Christmas, it’s a day of giving and receiving. But that only applies if you have someone special whom you can spend the day with and exchange shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine cards with.

“I can be your fake boyfriend, come on it will be fun,” he raises his seagull eyebrows and smirked. Come to think of it, it’s not a bad idea. You’ve been best friends even before kindergarten, you watch each other grow and went through puberty together until the next thing you know, you’re printing college applications together in your room because his printer broke down.

“Let’s not go to college without having the experience of high school love... you know, let’s have fun before we graduate with flying colors. Let’s go to parties, participate in Valentine-gram tomorrow, go to prom together. What do you say?” he added.

“But everything’s fake? What’s the point of fake dating if we already look like were dating ever since we started being friends?” You whine and flop on your bed, Mark did the same thing.

“Don’t think about it too much, just say yes,” for a moment you both just stared at the ceiling, wondering what could go wrong if you started fake dating. “Anyway, you don’t have a choice. I need to get home and answer these- Bye, you’re my girlfriend now!”

“W-what? Mark-“

And just before you could reason out with him, he’s gone with his college applications and you’re left with your thoughts and excitement. You don’t know why but Mark’s crazy idea made your heart jump, it’s like a good electricity that made you look for your art materials and spend the whole evening making your fake boyfriend a blue shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine card.

Even if the motive was fake, the effort was real and it felt good and right at that very moment.

But little did you know that his idea of fake dating was only his way to not shock you when he finally confess his feelings to you.

That’s right, your best friend is in love with you.

If she wears blue tomorrow I will confess to her. He tells himself as he stares in his ceiling, feeling the same excitement and electricity in his heart. Trying so hard to sleep but he kept on thinking about you and can’t help but feel the excitement for tomorrow again.

“You and Y/n started dating? Since when?” Mark’s mother exclaimed happily while driving. Looking at his son admire the roses he got you from the flower shop downtown.

“We’re just starting mom. Thanks for helping me pick these up by the way,”

“Oh there she is! Wearing blue! Oh I never realized how you two grew such good looking kids until now,”

Mark breathed in and let it out with a smile, thankful that you wore his favorite color, because he can’t continue to hide his feelings for you. Maybe you and him are really bound to happen.

As you wave goodbye to Mrs. Lee with a bright smile, there you see Mark carrying a unique bouquet of roses and your eyes immediately went big and sparkled because. Not to mention your heart beats so hard and fast because he looked so handsome even in his casual clothes.

“Wow- I’m speechless, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?” you accept the bouquet as he hands it to you with a smile. Engraving the look of your face in his mind and heart, swearing to himself that from now on he will make you happy like this everyday.

“It’s a secret. You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,” he said and planted a kiss on your forehead. Something so natural for you and him, but today is different. Nonetheless, you believe that today will be a beautiful and eventful day.

In the see of people wearing red and white in your school’s hallway, you and Mark are happy wearing blue. Such a sad color but you wearing it makes him the happiest guy today. Everywhere you look has a dash of red and pink, hearts are hanged here and there and almost everyone has red roses on their hand... except you.

Because you’re holding a bouquet of rainbow roses.

This year’s Valentines wasn’t like any other Valentine’s you usually have. Today you have Mark.

You have Mark to hold your hand while you walk on the school’s hallway. You have Mark to look at you so lovingly that your heart melts whenever you catch him looking. You have Mark to take you out on a date after school and take cute photos in a photo booth. You have Mark to share a big drink with two straws.

And most especially, you have Mark to kiss you under the dark sky full of stars in front of your house.

His lips were soft as expected. And the way his tongue swipes on your lip in the most subtle way just makes you want him to kiss more. He smiled in between kissing when you pulled him closer and kiss him more when he was about to pull away. And oh! You did not miss the way he softly moans, such music to your ears but sad to say you can only hear them tonight.

“Did you liked my Valentine card? I left it in your locker,”

You finally pulled away and surprised him. Wiping away the spit from your mouth, you wiped Mark’s as well. He only smiled to you and you wish he would stop doing it because you’re growing a little crush on him already.

“It’s full of glitters, it’s blue and it has watermelons. Of course I love it” he said then did it again, melted your heart with that damn handsome smile.

“Good,” you said softly, fixing his hoodie and finally giving him a bear hug that he deserves. “I don’t want this night to end,” you finally admitted it.

“Then let’s not end it,”

“Wait, you’re not faking anymore aren’t you-“

And just like that Mark cut you off with a deep kiss. Nothing like how he kissed you earlier. This time he was holding you tight that you’re almost out if breath and you feel like he’s about to crush you anytime. But the way he kissed you... it’s his way of confessing his love to you.

On the following days, everything changed between you and Mark. Though it’s clear that what you feel for him is only just a crush now and he knows it, still the guy is hopeful that you will love him like how he loves you.

Mark is the perfect definition of consistent. He showed you how he feels for you each day, and each day he became better than the day before, sweeter and bolder. He was putting everything on the line for you, showering you the love he has always kept in him. That’s why, in a matter of months you finally made it official with him and you can’t wait what the future has in store for the both of you.

“What do you love about me?” you asked out of nowhere while he was in the middle of playing his guitar. It wasn’t a hard question, but it made him stop and think for a second.

“I love how you give me constant reasons to love you even more each day,” the first line was enough, but Mark has more to say. “The way you kiss my cheek in the most friendly way but it always meant something to me, how you accepted me to be your friend and now boyfriend. I love how you love me, because being loved back by you is something so special that only us can understand”

What he said moved you of course. You didn’t know that he loves you deeply even before you started the fake dating thing. And knowing that Mark is just crazy and madly in love with you, you can’t help but wish that you are too. For now all you can do is accept his love, and give back however you can. You love him of course, but you can’t keep up with his love yet.

Days passed by and your relationship grew sweeter. More sweet words were exchanged and more kisses were given. Way more. Until you find yourselves making out whenever you two are alone.

“Aw!” you express your pain when Mark accidentally bit your lip. Something so sexy but it hurt and it made you both stop what you’re doing.

“Oops. Sorry, I got carried away” he says and took a look at your lips. “You’re fine right?”

“Mhmm” You answered, but just before he was about to start kissing you again, you stopped him by pulling away. “And it’s getting late, I think you should go home,”

“But I want to stay for more,” he said with a sly smile. Caressing your shoulders and soothing your back. If course you did not miss what he was talking about for more. You and Mark are young, and being new to this relationship thing just makes you both want to explore and feed each other’s curiosity.

“When I’m ready. I promise it will be worth the wait, for now it’s getting late and you need to go home... And work with some homework,” you gave him a final kiss and thankfully he did not pry.

The relationship you have with Mark was nothing like the friendship you used to have. The friendship was still there, of course, but friends don’t kiss your neck while you’re busy reading a book or slam you to the nearest wall and kiss you wildly. Friends don’t taste your favorite ice cream flavor through your tongue in the middle of a Netflix movie, and friends don’t get affected when they see you in your thin shirt and panties only whenever they give you a surprise visit.

“It’s the weekend, why are you here?” You whine as you try to go back to sleep. Clinging to your pillow and thick blanket but your boyfriend is currently losing his mind. Nonetheless, he remained a gentleman and covered your exposed leg and butt, covering you completely and keeping you warm. “Come to bed with me. Cuddle with me instead”

The young man’s eyes brightened and quickly joined you in bed. Swinging his arm around your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck to tickle you.

“I got into my dream college,” he whispered excitedly beside your ears which made you quickly turn to him and hug him.

“That’s why you’re here! Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized” you planted kisses on his cheek the ones he loved receiving other than your slow and deep ones. “You used to talk about this ever since we were just kids. Ugh, I’m so proud of you”

“Promise to support me no matter what?” This time it’s him who went closer and planted kisses on your face. Of course you said yes, it has been his dream, but now that you knew you’ll miss him everyday and you know that the image of him walking away from you at the airport will truly hurt you, so you can’t help but fake it.

You rolled on top of him and his eyes immediately went big, wondering why and how are you like this. You have never been this bold and confident even in your wildest times, it’s like he’s seeing a totally different side of you and he loves it.

“Want to claim your early graduation gift?” you completely surprised him and started kissing his neck, while Mark is actually enjoying the moment by caressing your ass cheeks and teasing you by tugging your panties. You wish you have the same level of confidence with Mark, because you well know that between the two of you he is the one experienced with sexual activities, so now you try your best.

“Mmm” a loud pop surrounds your room as Mark sucks your nipples through your thin shirt. Taking turns with your left boob and right boob until your shirt is partly wet because of him and he can finally see your nipples. The sight of it gave him the feeling like no other. Of course this is not his first time seeing boobs, but this is different because it’s you.

The mere sight of your boobs just made him lose his mind and not to mention hard in no time. You watch him roll his head back while you slowly grind of top of him with a ruined shirt, looking so hot than ever so he quickly switched places with you. Putting you underneath him, looking down on you with hungry and lustful eyes.

“Do you wanna touch my boobs?” You asked him so innocently,reaching for his hand that’s placed on your waist. You put your hand and his hand inside your shirt, slowly lifting the wet shirt just above your chest to expose your boobs to him.

“I wish you were my first,” he said and immediately kissing your right boob while his hand kneads the other, pinching you or teasing you, or whatever he just wanted to hear something from you. And when he stopped making your nipples swollen, Mark just kept on kissing you softly and saying ‘i love yous’ over and over again. making you smile through his lips and soft touches, it is as if he’s taking away all your shyness and making you comfortable with the situation. The situation where your boobs are expose to him, your legs spread wide and Mark is in between your legs, grinding his clothed cock on your ruined and wet panties.

You were just kissing passionately but now you felt his hands hooked on your panties and the next thing you know he’s pulling it down without breaking the kiss until it reaches your thigh and eventually remove it but the shyness crept in again, making you close your legs and bite your lips in hesitation.

“Can I? Open your legs?” He asks, kissing your neck and calming you through the way he kisses you and touch you. And when he felt that you’re ready, he tried opening your legs again and this time you let him. Letting him place his body in between your legs, smiling through the kiss as if he’s telling you ‘good job’.

Mark spread kisses around your body, kissing every inch of your being, earning a giggle from you and with that he’s happy you’re not nervous anymore.

And when Mark pull away to discard his clothes, and release his cock, you were speechless when you saw it that you removed your own ruined shirt just to be fair ask him to get back in between your legs this instant.

“Lets do this right,” he said and immediately placed a finger on your wet slit that took your breath away. Up and down, you feel his finger nothing else, and when the moment comes and Mark put a finger in, your hand reached for his hand and tried to stop him because the pleasure was too much. But your handsome boyfriend was just smiling at you, smirking because you looked so ruined right now all you can do is smile back at him. And when he insert two fingers, he kissed you deeply and caught every moan you let out, every cry of his name, every groan, or whine.

And the next thing you know you’re closing your legs as you shiver and curl your body. Trying to get away from Mark because you’re sensitive already but your boyfriend is not stopping.

“First of many,” he says and stopped to pull out his fingers. But he is not yet done. He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and went back kneeling in between your legs again.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked with ragged breaths and tired expression.

Mark did not answer you verbally, but he did physically. Licking your pussy juices and spreading your pussy lips while his eyes are completely locked on yours.

You said ‘no’, but you didn’t mean it and the moment his tongue swipes on your cunt you grabbed hold on your headboard and hold on for your dear life. Clenching and unclenching as Mark eats you out, trying so hard to close your legs but you can’t until your second orgasm drowned you quickly and all you can do is breathe in and out heavily.

“I hate you” you said but you’re clinging to Mark and sharing your warmth to him.

“I love you,” he said and intertwined his fingers with his, kissing your knuckles before he place both your hands above your head. You voluntarily spread your legs wider for him, and with his free hand he lines his cock finally.

“I didn’t know you’re big,”

What you said made him smirk and proved your discovery even more by pulling out entirely and slamming his cock back in your wet hole. “Now you know,” he said small grunts and went in deeper. He knew what he’s doing to you is too much pleasure because it’s your first time and also he can tell by the way you hold on to his hand.

“Planning to crush my hand?” he let out a cut giggle like he isn’t fucking you deep right now. How can he do that? Be insanely cute while doing something filthy to you.

“Y/n, I’m close can I go faster?” and you can only nod.

Fucking you faster and harder than earlier, you watch Mark become someone sinful when he started focusing on his own release, kissing your boobs while he fucks you, give your ass a tight squeeze, lick your neck like you’re a fucking ice cream and whisper dirty words or word that make you shy that you didn’t know you would love hearing. Like,

“Let me fuck you again,”

“You like it deep huh?”

“Y/n, you’re worth wait, you’re mine forever”

“This is the last pussy I’ll fuck,”

And in the end he pulled out and jerked in front of you, letting his cum fall on your lower abdomen and watch his cum drip to your sheets. It’s a shame that he can’t cum inside you, it would have felt great.

“Fucking shit- that sex was great,”

He rests his head on top of your boobs, but went back to kissing you again on the lips. Apologizing for his mess, aplogizing for his words and saying ‘i love you’ over and over again.

That morning, you stayed naked with Mark in bed for a few hours just talking and laughing, flirting and kissing. It felt great having a huge progress with your relationship, especially that it’s Mark who took your virginity.

“Hey, you okay?” he was talking about your pussy because even though he didn’t went hard earlier, he did fucked you a little bit harder knowing that it’s your first time. “I meant what I said earlier. Please be my last, I don’t want to give my love to anyone but you. It’s too early to talk about marriage but, I know it’s you. I’ll love you better each day, I promise”

Comfort, warmth and safety. That’s what you felt hearing those beautiful words from him that you became speechless and crashed your lips to him.

His promise was kept every day until you both finished high school together, enjoy the summer before he leaves and make unforgettable memories as many as you can.

But knowing that he’s going away to follow his dreams and fulfil his goals, Mark worried too much about long distance relationship and how it never worked.

“Are we really together now? I’m not dreaming right?”

Your sleep was disturbed when Mark called you in the middle of the night. Today, you taught him how to bake and had a couple of rounds during Netflix and chill, so to be honest you���re really exhausted and tired.

“Mark, we kiss, we date, we have sex almost everyday. Yes baby, we’re together for almost four months already. Now can we please go back to sleep-“

“Go down open your door. I’m outside”

And the moment you opened the door for him, you gave him a ‘shh’ sign, telling him that your parents are already asleep. You came closer to him for a kiss, and told him, “it’s real. I’m real. Can you please promise me to stop overthinking, you’re making me worry,”

He didn’t answer you but lowered his head. You knew he’s sorry and he’s just doing this for you,

“I love you, Mark. I’m yours forever,” you said and kissed him again. Deeply this time, to the point that it put you both in the mood and the next thing you know Mark is fucking you while he’s covering your mouth with his hand.

When Mark left you for college your relationship went downhill and you’re both getting hurt already. Fighting is part of the relationship, yes, but the fight you have with Mark almost everyday was becoming the reason why you want to distance yourself from him. You feel caged with how he love you, you feel like he’s strangling you with all these rules you need to follow to maintain trust in your relationship but nothing is working.

Until he finally realized what he’s doing to you.

So during his vacation, he visited you and you were so excited to the core that you welcomed him with a tight hug and the biggest smile. Only to find out that he wanted to break up.

But

“It’s just until we finish college. Let’s wait and do it right. I don’t want to fight for you while hurting you at the same time. Please understand. I’m not breaking up because I don’t love you. This time off will heal us both,”

The breakup did you no good. You were sad every day and to be honest you would rather want him to nag you than miss him like this and you can believe that between the two of you, he’s the one doing great in life. It makes you want to believe that he doesn’t love you anymore. Like the man you fell in love to, wasn’t there anymore.

“Still crazy about my stupid brother huh? Come here and help feed my fishes,”

His brother, Lee Taeyong, disturbed you and your ugly thoughts while you finish the drink their mom gave you during one of your visits.

“Well, college was good to you. I see you’re back and finally opening a bakeshop downtown” he hands you the fish food as you wait for him to talk and feed the fishes generously.

“I’m very much excited to open my bakery. Want to make cookies later instead of being broken hearted?”

And as days, weeks, and months pass by, not only Lee Taeyong making you forget about Mark, he also healed your heart and won it fair and square.

It started how he makes your heart flutter whenever he holds your hand while teaching you how to bake, how praises you and tell you that you look beautiful everyday, how he makes his kitchen your own little world during closing time and you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Taeyong in between your legs and taking your breath away with a heated kiss.

When you and taeyong started dating, you experienced true love. You didn’t want to hurt Mark but what you have with Taeyong is real and you had to hide this from him for years and years and years, until you finally graduated in college.

And Tayong proposed to you. It was the only time you couldn’t hide your relationship from Mark anymore because Taeyong was the one who confessed to him.

*this is the part where you read the first part again JEJEHEH

[tinysushimark]

More than myself (LMH)

Fluff, established relationship, Mark×fem reader! y/n idol (0.5k words)

"Hi."

"Hi." He smiled through the phone.

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Yeah, its about time here."

"I came out on lunch break, we're getting Mexican today." Mark smiled at you and pulled his cap ,walking out into the common room. You could see everything he was doing. Johnny walked behind him, his eyes went to Mark's phone and he waved at you. "What's up chipmunk?" Johnny said smiling at you and Mark. "Missing your boyfie?" He teased you.

"At least someone misses him." You replied.

"OHHHHH! THIS IS HOW WE ROLLING TODAY?" Johnny shouted through the phone, Mark was a laughing mess at your responses. After a while of chatting with Johnny he got up to leave. "Bro you stay with your girlfriend, we'll pack stuff up and bring it to you. Sound good?" Johnny said and you nodded your head in disapproval. "Mark go."

"No i wanna stay in my room with you."

"Babe go get a good lunch, please."

"They'll get it for me."

"Yeah, we'll get it for him." Johnny peeped into the phone. "Don't worry, he will get some extra rest. Plus there's always room service." Johnny winked and you could hear him walk out of the room.

"You could've gone, I can talk to you later."

"I wanna talk to you."

"Fine." And then there was a long pause. You stared down at your blanket and sighed.

"I miss you." You said and looked at the phone.

"I miss you too." Mark said, a sad smile forming on his face.

"Four more days before i see you."

"Four More days."

You fidgeted with your blanket. "My tour starts in a week after you come back."

"I know." He sighed and looked at his phone.

"I know how hard it is for us, and i dont think other people would ever understand it. You and me, us-" He cut himself off.

"What? Complete it."

"Nothing."

"Mark Lee, I will punch you. Complete it." You giggled.

"For us each detail has to be taken care of. I hate the fact that I can't just spin you in public and kiss you in front of people. I hate the fact that you can't come to pick me up at the airport and I hate the fact that we have less time together as compared to other couples because of our work. Work is our priority but I just-" Tears formed in his eyes and he looked up, trying not to let them slip.

You sat there looking at him through your phone. "You'd never spin me in public and kiss me in front of people." A small giggle emerged from the other side.

"Isn't it enough that we get each other? I think that you and me understanding that work is important for the both of us is amazing. I don't think most people can do that. And if you think about it, the more time we're spending on work right now, the lesser we'll have to worry later in our lives."

Mark nodded and then he looked up, "I love you." He smiled.

"I love you too."

"More than pizza?"

"Mark Lee, know your limits." You laughed and he laughed too.

"More than pizza."

"More than watermelon."

"I wish I would've recorded that." You giggled. "You love me more than watermelon."

"Most definitely."

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[yutahoes]

‘Mark me in your heart’

This was supposed to be my birthday special for Mark but a lot of things happened so this came out late. 😅 This is in connection to my Sakura series and requested by @cosmiclatte28​ 

characters : babysitter! Mark Lee, Yuta, Yuta’s wife, Cherry, Jae, the girl Mark likes

word count : 2k words

genre: fluff

summary : Cherry and Jae tried to help Mark with the girl he liked. 

warnings : Mark being bullied by two kids and their dad

a/n: I didn’t use Y/N here to avoid confusion and sorry for the endless conversations.  

Mark tapped his foot along the concrete of the front of the Nakamoto household’s door. Maybe it will be Yuta who would open the door for him since he was the one who asked him to come. Maybe Jae since he liked visitors so much or even Cherry, when the other three are focused on what they usually do. So it was a surprise when his hyung’s wife opened the door for him, “Hi Mark,” she greeted, opening the door wide for him. “Thank you for agreeing to babysit.” 

He shook his head. He had nothing to do anyway. And it’s fun spending time with the two kids. They both stopped in the living room of the house seeing the youngest in the household jumping on the couch, next to his dad. The older girl visibly sighed as Cherry can be seen on another chair, reading a book. “Mom is already angry.” She warned but Yuta kept jumping on the squeaking couch making Jae giggle. 

The guest shook his head at the visible annoyance of the woman beside him. “I swear I’m taking care of three kids.” She whispered before calling Yuta’s name and giving him a glare. 

“We really should have bought the trampoline,” he said, jumping on the couch then landing on the floor. “Hi, Mark. Thanks for agreeing to this.” 

“No problem, hyung.” he whispered while bumping their fist together. Jae did the same, bumping fists with Mark, before returning to jumping on the couch that made Cherry roll her eyes. “I hope the check-up goes well.” 

Cherry put down her book on the table. “Can’t I really not come, eomma?” She asked, pouting at her mom. “I want to see the baby.” She whispered before touching the older’s stomach bump. 

The older woman shook her head, smiling at her. “We talked about this, right? We can come and see the baby later.” Cherry nodded that made her giggle then kissed the top of her head. “Don’t give Mark samchon a hard time.” Cherry nodded before kissing her on the cheek. “Jae.” The youngest boy went down the couch and kissed his mom’s cheek. “Behave yourself.” 

“Can you buy me ice cream when you get back?” Jae asked that made his mom shake her head. He turned to Yuta who only nodded, making his wife hiss at him. “Also buy donuts for noona, she likes chocolates.” Yuta chuckled, nodding at him. “Mark samchon likes watermelons and buy apples for the baby, appa.” 

“I swear you’re more pregnant than your mom.” Yuta joked before giving him a kiss on the top of his head. “Jae, no playing with anything flammable. And Cherry…” 

“Yes dad, I know where the fire extinguisher is.” 

Mark laughed. They’re a weird family. The couple bid farewell, again thanking Mark for looking after the two kids. He even heard Yuta apologizing although he doesn’t know why. Jae kept on jumping on the couch, Cherry lying on the small chair and still reading her book. 

“Appa said you shouldn’t read against the light, noona.” Jae warned in between huffing breaths. 

“And eomma will scold you if you keep jumping on the couch.” she claimed before flipping the page of her book, “Are you a monkey?” 

Jae huffed and sat on the couch with a pout. “I swear you two are just like your parents.” The two kids made a disgusted expression, Jae explaining that they’re always hugging each other while Cherry claimed that Jae doesn’t shower so she doesn’t want to hug her brother. Mark only laugh at that. 

“Samchon, don’t you have anything else to do today? It’s Saturday.” the younger boy asked and Mark shook his head, asking Jae what he wants to do while sitting next to him. “I’m a little tired. Can we just sit down?” Totally weird. 

Cherry closed her book with a loud thud that made the two look at her. “Samchon, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Jae started bouncing on the couch, asking him repeatedly if he is seeing someone. Really, what’s wrong with these two? Mark shook his head. “Do you want me to introduce you to someone? My art teacher...” 

“My Math teacher is pretty.” Jae stopped Cherry on her words then smiled as if proud of what he did. Mark just chuckled when the older glare at her brother. “She’s also hot.” 

“Hot? Do you know what that means?” 

“Pretty? Appa calls eomma that.” Mark shrugged. “Do you like someone, samchon?” A smile crept up Mark’s lips then masked it with a cough. “You do? Noona is good with love stuff. Appa comes to her for help.” 

Cherry looked sideways with a smile on her lips that looks very much like her dad’s. They’re becoming too alike. "So who is this girl, samchon?" the girl asked, book forgotten on the table. 

Mark sighed before leaning on the couch, the two kids on both his sides listening attentively. "She works in the coffee shop opposite the office building." 

"Have you talked to her?" Jae asked. 

"Did you ask for her name?" Cherry chimed in. 

"I ordered coffee from her. And her name is written on the name tag." Cherry whispered that he's no fun and Jae just scoffed at him. "I just find her pretty. Like a crush." 

Again, Jae laughed. "All girls are pretty. That was what appa says." Wow, Mark thought, he didn't know Yuta is that romantic. "You should talk to her. Cherry noona can help you." 

He does want to strike up a conversation with her and not the usual 'I'll get a watermelon shake' or 'My name is Mark'. He wanted to know her name and what she likes for coffee. "You can help me?" 

The younger girl smirked then lightly coughed. "The first step is to get her flowers." But he doesn't know what flowers she liked. And isn't it awkward? They haven't talked before and giving her flowers will be too much. "Pink roses are good, they mean admiration." 

"How do you know these about the flowers?" Mark lightly glanced at Jae who just shrugged, whispering that it's a girl thing. "Pink roses. Got it." 

"Then ask her out for a date." Jae claimed. 

"That quickly?" 

"It can be a dinner or movie," Cherry noted. "But samchon, don't ask her for coffee. She works in a café, she's probably sick of coffee." Mark nodded, that's right. Why didn't he realize that before? 

So flowers then dinner or movies. "Then walk her home." Jae continued. Walk her home, got it. 

"Don't kiss her yet." Wait, what? "Ask her if she wants to go for another date." 

"What if she doesn't want to?" 

"Then it's game over, samchon." Jae teased, tapping his shoulder. 

Cherry smiled. "You'll do great, samchon. My technique is tried and tested by eomma and appa." Mark chuckled. "How are you going to introduce yourself to her?" 

"I'm Mark…" he said hesitatingly, "You can mark me in your heart." 

Jae giggled while Cherry just stared at him in surprise. "You do need a lot of help, samchon." The youngest exclaimed. 

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The house is quiet, too quiet, that Yuta and his wife had to look at each other before entering the house. Did something happen? Yuta shouted for the kids and it was Jae who answered that they're upstairs. The pregnant woman sat on the couch and noticed the book Cherry was reading earlier as her husband put the snacks and fruits in the kitchen. 

Footsteps can be heard followed by Jae jumping next to his mom and hugging her, whispering that he missed her. Yuta's laugh echoed through the whole room when Mark came down the stairs, his white hoodie filled with different colored stains that looks like make-up. His lips are red, eyes highlighted with thick eyeliner that he looks like a panda. There's a red circle on his cheeks and a colorful hat that is probably Jae's with a colorful scarf wrapped on his neck that is owned by Cherry. 

"What did the two of you do to Mark?" the older girl asked, standing up to get some towels for the younger guy. He thanked her then wiped the color on his face, surprised that they put too much makeup on him. 

Both Chery and Jae looked so guilty seated on the couch. "He's going on a date but samchon is really clueless." Cherry answered and Yuta bit his lip to prevent from laughing. Mark was surprised, he suddenly felt called out. 

"He even said that she can mark him in her heart because his name is Mark." Jae chimed in. 

Their mom sighed. "I know you two care about Mark samchon but isn't it better for him to be himself when he wants to date a girl?" Both Cherry and Jae nodded, apologizing for what they had done. 

"And we can mark him in our hearts." Yuta teased that earned a glare from both his wife and Mark. He's really childish sometimes. 

"What happened to the check-up?" Mark asked, sitting beside Jae on the couch and still wiping his face. The cap and scarf have already been removed. "Is it a boy or a girl?" 

"A boy!" Jae exclaimed. 

"A girl," Cherry claimed calmly. "And appa you said you're going to give us money if we guessed right." 

The older girl glared at Yuta who took out his wallet and gave each kid a bill. Mark's eyes widened in surprise, "You have twins?" The pregnant girl nodded. "Congratulations noona!" 

"I hope you won't get tired of babysitting." She whispered and Mark swore he saw his life flashed in his very eyes. Another boy and girl after Jae and Cherry? This will be chaotic as hell. 

Jae handed him the two bills Yuta gave that startled the adults. "Samchon, you need this money to date." Cherry claimed that made the younger boy nodded. 

"Thank you for saving me money to give Mark." Yuta exclaimed that made the two kids revolt. 

"You pay samchon for playing with us?" 

"I won't be a soccer player when I grow up, I'll be like Mark samchon instead." 

Mark laughed. They're a handful but being with them is fun. Maybe he can still take care of them in the long run. 

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Mark blew large breaths to regulate his breathing while staring at his reflection from the doors of the café. “Introduce yourself, ask her name, ask her for dinner.” he repeated to himself before blowing another heavy breath. “You can do this Mark. Cherry’s plan is foul proof.” With another heavy breath, he opened the door that created a small bell sound. 

She was already smiling, welcoming her. “I’ll get an iced latte.” he started, twirling his fingers. 

“Not the usual watermelon shake, Mark?” the girl asked that startled him. She knows his name? Knows what his order is? Of course, Mark. You always drink watermelon shake. He shook his head, not knowing what to say. She already knows his name, he doesn’t have to introduce himself. What now? “And thank you for the pink roses, Mark.” 

Wait, what? “Pink roses?” 

She gestured to the vase behind with three pink roses. “Your nephew and niece are really cute.” She smiled while writing his name on the cup. That took Mark’s attention. Nephew and niece? He looked at her in confusion and she pointed at three customers by the window of the coffee shop. Of course, it’s the three of them. 

“I’m sorry. It might have confused you.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “But I think you’re really pretty.” The girl lightly giggled. “Do you want to have dinner with me after your shift?” He lightly glanced at her nametag and mentioned her name.  

“I’m here until six pm.” 

“I’ll wait,” Mark claimed then handed her the payment for the coffee and his loyalty card. 

“Samchon, buy me a carrot cake,” Jae shouted and Yuta hushed him up, pulling the cap down his face in an attempt to hide from Mark. He even heard Cherry whisper that the plan will get ruined because of him. Really, those three. 

“They’re really cute.” The girl whispered, smiling at them. 

Mark smiled. “You’re cuter.” 

He rolled his eyes when Yuta faked vomit and Jae laughed. “At least it’s better than ‘mark me in your heart’,” Cherry claimed that made the two boys laugh. 

The girl laughed at his defeated look. “No worries Mark, I already marked you.” She claimed before handing him the coffee and the card with the sticker. 

Mark smiled. This might be the start of something new.  

[jaeminscoffee]

Flat

Pairing - Mark Lee x reader

Genre - Fluff, Crack

Warnings - None! It's mostly just fluff and crack, decided to write this coz of that one fan comment "MaRk yOur hEaD iS FlAt aF" so it's mainly crack XD. Also she's a short one.

Summary - Being an Idol's girlfriend is fun when you get to gang up on your boyfriend along with his members and fans. But, what happens when they start ganging up on you?

The moment Johnny and the rest turned the Vlive on, you went to sit behind the camera so that you'd be hidden from the view.

"You can join us you know?" Jungwoo said hiding behind Yuta to whisper to you in a not so subtle way. You were sitting the closest to Mark, obviously, Johnny, Jaehyun and him continuously laughing at something.

"I'll do a voice only live" you spoke back trying to reach for some watermelon, stupid cause you were sitting way far from them.

"Hello Y/n's hands" Johnny read out a comment loud to which your boyfriend bursted out laughing. "Y/n's hands says hello too" your tone that of a cartoon character, as you did weird wave actions with your hand.

Mark being the absolute sweetheart (not) he is, saw you struggling to reach for the melon and decided to push it further away.

"Mark do the Kimchi stew rap" Jungwoo said while leaning towards Taeil to call you in once again.

"Woah WHAT no I won't" your boyfriend screamed, laughing still, at god knows what as Yuta and Jaehyun just carried on eating.

It kept going back and forth between the 99'liner when Johnny decided to basically make a Mark diss track. "Chop chop bitch we ain't got the entire day, we still have to talk about the world tour we were just on"

Their world tour was the tenth floor and their dining room. Yes, they emit peak crackhead energy.

"We'll give you the beat" Yuta said with heart eyes while looking at Mark, banging not so softly on the table as the other's joined it.

When things got extremely chaotic, you decided to join them for the live, sitting between Johnny and Mark. Jungwoo starts hooting at your sudden appearance, again to which all of them joined in on like the puppies they are.

"Y/nnnnnnnn!" the boys dragged your name, collectively banging on the table even harder as Mark leans forward and hugs you.

"Hey hey heyy Y/n in the housee" you said, finally getting to eat the watermelon you'd been wanting from the start.

They started speaking among themselves as you and Johnny were going through the comments, Mark and Jungwoo fighting, Jaehyun tagging along with Johnny and you, Yuta went to get something to drink and Taeil was just minding his own business.

One particular comment caught both yours and Johnny's eyes as he held the comment in place, re-reading it alongside you, the pair of you choking on your food as you silently snorted to yourselves, trying not to start another chaos, to which you failed as you let out a loud laugh leaning your body back, making you rest on Mark's shoulder.

Mark looks at you, noticing that both Johnny and Jaehyun were also slowly losing their shit.

"Mark a comment says your head is flat." Johnny says between his laughs, Mark looking purely confused and out of place.

"Wait what?" He then asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at the comment. As you and Jaehyun kept snickering. "It says your head is flat af", When Johnny said that out loud, the three of you collectively lost your shits.

"Yeah true i'd noticed it too" you said, teasing him. Mark looks at you with a glare to which you shoot him a quick wink, turning around, looking at Johnny and Jaehyun, sending them a signal to continue along with you.

"Oh yep me! I've noticed that too" Jaehyun said, placing a hand on his chain, as though he was in deep thoughts.

"It's probably cause there's nothing inside his head" Johnny said, to which both you and Jaehyun couldn't keep a straight face, once again losing it. Your boyfriend just stares at the three of you with wide eyes, reaching out and taking the phone from Johnny.

Mark doesn't reply to that, only glaring at the comment, most probably even remembering the username to go give them a good scolding after the live, but kept a smile on his face, maybe finding the comment funny himself.

"Right" Was all be said before stuffing himself with the watermelon piece which he had managed to snatch from the bowl in your hand.

Still laughing a bit at the comment, Jaehyun decided to translate what just happened to the rest who were staring at you four weirdly.

After a few minutes you guys decided to play the name game, hard for you to continue playing without laughing because the guys were being goofs.

"But she got it wrong! I said Y/n 3!" Taeil screamed, jumping in his seat, pointing at you. "And i said it three times!" you screamed back. "You said it four times!" "did not!" "did too!-" your bickering was cut off by Johnny

"Y/n's quite flat too" Johnny read, this time, Jaehyun and Mark losing their shit. You turn to your side to look at Johnny, confusion evident on your face. He reads out another comment "Y/n and Mark are the flat couple" he said in a high pitched voice, throwing the phone onto the table as he completely lost it.

Mark took no offence, laughing along with the other two whereas you, feigned offence.

"What do you mean i'm flat!?" you asked, looking at the camera, sounding more like you were asking yourself.

"They said you're flat Y/n" Johnny said once again, shrugging his shoulders as you smack him.

"Oh she is flat, daammnn i just noticed" Mark, your excuse of a boyfriend said, showing his palm to the camera, as though he's high-fiving the fans.

Johnny and Jaehyun exchanged evil looks with each other, turning to Mark, looking at him with their eyebrows raised. Mark caught onto what they're trying to tell.

"Dude Johnny's curvier than her" Jaehyun said, checking out both Johnny and You as Johnny got up from his seat, doing a twirl.

"I know, I've been thinking the same man" Mark adds. Johnny sits back down, laughing while scheming through the comments once again, clearing his throat, lifting his hands up gesturing that he wanted to say something.

"Mark's butt is bigger than Y/n's and that's on periodt" He read out, emphasising the word butt as all you could do was gawk at him.

"What no! I've got enough butt alright!" you defend yourself. Repeating the same thing in korean in hopes for the other three who were looking at you all confused to side you, only for them to burst out laughing at what the entire chaos was about.

"oh right, even Jungwoo's curvier than Y/n" Yuta says pointing at Jungwoo.

"Should've just dated Jungwoo if i wanted a big butt mate honestly" Mark says as though it wasn't a big deal, Johnny and Jaehyun almost falling off their seats. You gasp out.

You turn yourself completely facing Mark as you hit him over and over. He got up from the seat, running around the place.

"Mark Lee you flat headass hoe" you screamed, getting up following right behind him. "Y/n it says Mark's heads the only flat thing not his butt" you hear Johnny say behind you, probably referring to you calling your boyfriend a 'flat headass hoe'.

"Yeah cause unlike Y/n, I've got a pretty big peach" Mark says between his laughs, going around the table hiding behind Yuta, as the others seated on the table were enjoying the 'fight' going on.

You stand there, moving left to right around the table as the argument kept going.

"Y/n's a flat ass! Y/n's a flat ass!" Mark, along with the other five. You take a pan out from behind you making your way towards him.

"Mark Lee!"

-

Hope you like it! Constructive criticism accepted! 💗 (also please do let me know if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes because this is not proof read)

[kayabred]

If Mork Mark Lee was your boyfriend (probably) also not proofread

Okay listen.

He would be so giggly and shy with you.

Awkward pauses with eye contact before breaking out into giggles

Cuddling before he gets shy and basically hides his face into the crook of your neck

Respects your privacy and would never cross the line

He expects you to the same and you do so everything is cool.

Has a photo of you in his wallet

Would always be in your insta stories

Hugs you from behind and burries his face in your hair.

Sometimes when you're lying down and doing nothing he'll lie down and poke your tummy before resting his head there.

Basically your child you need to take care of him if you do not just call me fam I'd be glad to take care of markie

Texts you good morning and good night sometimes because he has to work late some nights

Plays guitar for you

Singing random songs in his room or over video call together no matter how bad you two sound . What a lie y'all sound like angels

Watermelon mukbangs.

Y'all have the most random conversations .

You could be talking about rollercoasters one minute then talk about what you think is after life.

Takes you to meet his family and he is a shy boyyyyyyy

Kisses you on the cheek.

Asks for consent before he does anything including hold your hand.

A religious boy who probably thanks God every night for giving you to him .

Reads old texts when he's on tour and knows you're asleep

Hates time zones because that means you both might be asleep at different times.

But sike your sleep schedule is already damaged so you wouldn't mind staying up for him.

Buys you the sweetest and most heartfelt gifts.

Asks Johnny what to do .

If Johnny doesn't reply or is out he will deadass call his mom or your mom or even his manager.

He still acts like he needs to win your heart when he already has yours.

Your baby lion

Even though you're his girlfriend he still has the biggest crush on you and it's so obvious.

Like Haechan is all ,“hyung , she's already your girlfriend-”

“yeah but-”

“hyung”

His eyes sparkle when he looks at you.

He looks at you with so much love it's so sweet and adorable . Literally does this no matter what you're doing and he thinks ,“how did I get so lucky ?”

If he's on stage and sees you in the crowd he is going to smirk . Prepare your heart and get some aspirin ready sister , dating mark is gonna be a wild ride.

Kai just looks at you two and has the biggest Lenny face on.

His hyungs are proud.

“Mark you need to tell me where you got a girl like ---”

“walmart”

The biggest memes .

Pure chaos . Y'all are wild crackheads .

But also soft uwu.

If someone in the dorms hears Bohemian Rhapsody Karaoke and really bad singing they know who it is.

Talk by Khalid all day.

He don't like yoghurt so y'all get ice cream.

Panics when you're on your period.

Tells you cheesy pickup lines while cringing because Johnny asked him to test them out .

You're his best friend and his lover.

Best bubs

[neocity-sarai]

"𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 _____" 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 (𝓷𝓬𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶)

❀ chapter 1: reader x mark, a bit of reader x jeno

❀ next door neighbors trope

❀ alerts: fluff, tinge of angst, language, suggestive

❀ song rec: “how you get the girl” by taylor swift

“Love in Vancouver”

To you, senior year seemed less bleak than any other high school year. You had just come from summer break as you were full of dreams and hopes you’d wish to fulfill during the year ahead, one of those things meant confessing your feelings to the crush you’ve had since freshman year: jeno. The giddy feeling you had your stomach first appeared when jeno helped you off the ground when you tripped during freshman orientation and the other kids gawked at the way you struggled to untangle your legs. Looking up at him, you felt your heart skip several beats. He had the prettiest eye smile and the softest expression as he gathered your miscellaneous papers that lay on the ground. When you stood, dusting yourself off, Jeno reached out his hand to you, “You must be new here? I’m Jeno.”

You froze a bit, unsure of how or what to say. In your head, you cursed yourself from stuttering so much, “I-I uh, I yeah- I’m from another middle school.”

You took note of how jeno smiled until his eyes formed crescent moons, “Oh- r-right- my name’s y/n.”

That day, jeno wore a blue baseball cap as he tipped it to you, his white teeth gleaming between his lips, “See you around, y/n.”

Watching him walk away, you felt as if your heart was going to explode out of your chest. You hoped that no one had noticed that you lingered in that spot for longer than you should have, you clutched your heart through the fabric of your thin t-shirt. After that, things seemed to become nicely adjusted for you. Your family had moved in the house next to the Lees- Mark lee to be exact. He basically became the brother that you never had, his parents would join yours for dinner on sundays. Your weekends became full of shopping in Gastown, hiking at Stanley park, and visiting the Capilano bridge with Mark. Upon the first meeting, the image of Mark was always ingrained in your head. He shyly followed his parents into your home, his soft tufts of obsidian-colored hair at the top of his head. His favorite piece of clothing was a red sweater that had the canadian flag on it, his glasses always slid down the bridge of his nose. The best part was that when your families were in one place, you and Mark always tried to deflect your parents’ teasing by covering for each other. Your dad would wiggle his eyebrows in the most skeptical way when Mark would rest his head in your shoulder, laughing at his own father. You’d snort-laugh when Mark had choked on his water when his own mother suggested you’d be more than just best friends. It felt like the happiest part of your life: the warm glow of your kitchen when Mark looked up at you adoringly as your families surrounded you. Being around Mark so much, you watched how he matured from a prepubescent child into a mature teenager who had dreams and goals he wanted to pursue. The way that his face settled into his age, his cheeks becoming thinner and more prominent and the way his fingers would be blistered from playing his guitar so much. You loved the way he talked about music or the way he burst into a fit of laughs when your mother would cut watermelon when he was over. For months, you had almost forgotten about your crush on Jeno.

That changed when Mark got his first girlfriend. His parents were surprised it wasn’t you. You remember the way he excitedly jumped around in your room, his eyes glimmering at the thought of dating a girl from your history class. As his best friend, you couldn’t do anything- say anything else. Who were you to tell him no when you’ve been the one to conceal your feelings the whole time?

Mark Lee was absolutely oblivious. He was like that towards everything, his doe eyes always sparked with curiosity and his mouth always formed an ‘o’. You didn’t dare to lose what you had. Over the course of sophomore and junior year, Mark and his girlfriend had always fought. Though it ripped the strings out of your heart, you were always there for him. Many days had you sat on the phone for hours giving him advice about how to apologize or navigate his words when talking with other girls. One night, Mark had gotten his heart broken by one of the cheerleaders and had come running to your door. Vividly, you remembered how you opened your front door to a soaking wet Mark, rain pouring down on him. He hadn’t spoken yet but you knew when he engulfed you in his arms, his head sunken into the crook of your shoulder. You let him shower in your bathroom, slipping into some spare clothes that he had in his basketball duffel bag. The only thing that illuminated the room was your lamp that was adorned with painted white sheep- something you’ve owned since the age of five. Mark had pressed you into your bed as he rested his head on your chest. For several moments, you didn’t say anything and neither did he. You didn’t need to. The feeling of Mark’s arms around your body and the way his eyes fluttered from sleep, it caused you to pull the comforter over him as you ruffled his damp hair gently. When you woke the next morning, Mark wasn’t in your bed. Instead, he left you a hand-written note on your nightstand that read, “Thanks for everything, as always. Headed out to talk to her, wish me luck. I’ll call you later.”

Your shoulders felt heavy after reading his note, you tossed it into the trash bin by your desk. That night, Mark told you he ended it for good. He told you that he couldn’t give so much love to someone who never saw him that way. In a weird way, you wanted to tell him to look at himself. Of course, you’d never say that. Both of you enjoyed your time together through the remainder of junior year and into summer. There were no boys, no girls- just you and Mark. To you, Vancouver seemed so special since it reminded you of Mark and your family. Over the summer, you and Mark would pick up sandwiches at Lonsdale Market before taking a tour of Butchart Gardens which was just a boat ride away from where you lived. Other days, you’d go to an aquarium and take silly pictures in the kid-house mirrors or you’d opt to watch the stars sparkle from the Macmillian Space Centre. You spent your time memorizing Mark’s favorite things, his quirky mannerisms that you soon would pick up yourself.

When senior year finally rolled around, you felt the air had changed. Like always, you, Mark, and your friends Renjun, Jaemin would sit at your shared lunch table- tossing cheeto puffs at each other until you made a mess. Your memories with your comfortable group of friends made you happy knowing you could spend time with them and Mark at the same time.

Jaemin nudges you with his elbow, “Hey, y/n- what do you think about jeno?”

You raise an eyebrow at the blond-haired boy, “Well, he’s my lab partner in chemistry? what about him?”

Renjun lets out a sarcastic laugh, “Everyone’s talking about it. are you guys dating? he was flirting with you so much that Mrs. Baxter scolded him three times.”

Laughing, you answer, “No, I’m sure we’re just good friends.”

Renjun mutters under his breath, “Pft, good friends- right.”

You try to insist, your heart beating at the thought of your old crush on jeno. Was it entirely gone? You smile sternly at Jaemin and Renjun, “Jeno’s an amazing guy but I don’t know if we’re like that.”

Next to you, you feel Mark stiffen, “Honestly, i don’t know if i’d call him amazing, he’s shit at basketball.”

Renjun shoots a suggestive glare at Mark, “Isn’t jeno your captain?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

Jaemin laughs again, his voice more teasing, “Ah- Mark, I can see why you’re jealous of jeno because you lik-”

Before Jaemin can finish his sentence, Mark kicks Jaemin in the shin causing Jaemin to dramatically fall on top of his tray, “I have been struck down by Mark Lee who can't even tell someone his true-”

Mark punches Jaemin in the arm causing him to scowl, “How aggressive can you be? jesus.”

Before you can tell them to cut it out, you feel a waft of air as someone plops into the seat next to you. When you turn around, your face is only inches away from none other than jeno. Renjun rolls his eyes, “Speak of the devil.”

You feel your heart rate pick up again as you scan Jeno’s eyes for some sort of sign as to why he is so close to you. He props his elbow onto the table, resting his chin in his palm, “Hey, y/n.”

“Um, hi Jeno.”

Jeno smiles at you, his dark coffee-colored locks gelled neatly on his head, ‘“Are you free this friday?”

You hear Jaemin let out a dramatic gasp, his hand covering his mouth before shooting him a deadly glare. 

“I have a free schedule this Friday, what for?”

“I’m surprised Mark hasn’t told you yet but we have our spring dance in a few weeks and this is the spring championship game. I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner for the patch ceremony?”

From the corner of my eye, you see Mark’s eyes widening, he bites his lip roughly- a nervous tick he’s had for as long as you can remember.

You say, “Yeah- I um, are you sure?”

Jeno flashes you another cheeky smile that the other girls would die for, “only you could be the one.”

Before you can answer, a girl who’s dressed in a short blue skirt and a white blouse taps Mark on the shoulder. She stares back at you, eyes glassy and innocent at first but morphing into something darker behind her blue irises. With the bounce of her blonde ponytail, she titles her head at Mark, “Hey, did you want me to be your partner for the patch ceremony? I heard it from Jackson.”

Mark stammers a bit, his eyes darting to you and back to her, “I-i-um,”

Though your heart cracks a bit from the sight, you nod at jeno, “I’d love to be your partner.”

In your head, you thought about how you were always there for Mark through numerous flings and relationships yet the whole time you didn’t go out with anyone. If Mark couldn’t see you in that light, you thought you were better off finding someone who would. When you accept Jeno’s offer, he jumps into the air, pumping his fists upwards before dashing off, “I'll text you!”

Mark finally tells the girl, “If you don’t mind.”

She launches herself at Mark, placing a sloppy smooch to his temple, “Excellent.”

It catches him off-guard. Somehow, he still doesn’t seem satisfied. You say quietly, “Well, she seems nice.”

Renjun rolls his eyes again, “I wouldn’t use the word nice exactly.”

Jaemin eyes him confusedly, “Why’s that?”

“I think Mark will find out soon enough.”

When the school bell signals the end of lunch, Mark tosses away his tray of food- his demeanor seems more exhausted than it was before. You nudge him in the arm, “You alright?”

With the grit of his teeth, he answers you in a low voice, “Just fine, y/n. Just fine.”

He storms away from you which makes you feel a bit hurt, what did you do wrong? Did he not want you to accept jeno’s offer? Either way, you had always stepped back for him, why couldn’t he do the same for you?

Friday

Friday seems like the perfect day for the championship game. As you walked through the school hallways, you could see the city in the distance and the patches of evergreens that surrounded the courtyard. A body of water gleamed under the sunlight, the azure color making you smile. One thing about moving to Vancouver was that the scenery was always beautiful. After school, you went home to change into a nice outfit- nothing too fancy but nothing too casual either. After all, you’d be giving Jeno his letterman patch after the game tonight- an event that everyone heavily anticipated. When you arrived, the cheers were ear-splitting. Renjun buried his fingers into his ears, wincing in pain as Jisung and Chenle scooted over to the seats next to him. Running out onto the court, Jeno was glowing. His hair was combed in a sleek manner as his jersey number seemed to hover over him when the students screamed his name. Mark came out running behind Jeno, their other teammates following suit after. The whole game, you felt conflicted. Your voice would be cheering for Jeno yet your eyes would stick to the movement of Mark’s body as he swayed with the beat of the cheers and became one with the basketball. Mark’s face was drenched in sweat, his eyes zeroed in on the ball with concentration. You had seen the playful, laid-back side of Mark but you had remembered how competitive he could be when he really tried. Jaemin raised his eyebrows at you, eyeing Mark and then back to you- it made your face feel warm. After a couple hours, your high school had won against the other team by two points. Your legs felt wobbly from the adrenaline of the room’s energy which bursted everytime Jeno or Mark made an appearance. The girls were always after either of them. Closing up the finish, coach had the boys line up on the court before handing them their official letterman jackets that were adorned with gold pins and the high school’s emblem. You made your way down to the center, standing across from Jeno as a teacher handed you his jersey number to place on his chest. When it was time, Mark gave you a skeptical glance before looking at the girl who stood across from him, her fingers already snaking by his waist. You press the patch to Jeno’s jacket, his smile lighting up the atmosphere. Without a warning, he wraps his strong arms around you, grasping your hand in his. When he does, you don’t push him away yet you don’t feel good either. Before this day, butterflies would have skyrocketed from inside of you. Yet now that it’s happening, they don’t like you had hoped. In your heart, you know why. Jeno whispers in the hollow of your ear as you rest your chin on his shoulder, “I need to show you something after this.”

Pulling away from him, you glance at him with shimmering eyes, “What do you want to show me?”

He smiles giddily, “Let’s go.”

You let Jeno drag you by the hand out of the double doors and towards the gym parking lot- you choose not to look back at Mark. You can’t bear to. Some of Jeno’s teammates line up on both sides, each of them holding a crimson rose in their fingers. You see one of them hand a poster to jeno before he turns around to you. As you walk closer, you end up with a bouquet of roses in your hands and you feel your heart absolutely deflate. Jeno clears his throat, holding up the sign that reads, “spring formal with me?”

You look down at the blossoming roses before meeting Jeno’s eyes, you hesitate for a brief moment. Isn’t this what you wanted all along? To be with the school’s #1 basketball star? 

Before you can ask Jeno for more time, you hear a familiar voice from behind you, “Y/n! don’t!”

All of you whip around to be faced with Mark, his brows furrowed with desperation. Jeno steps beside you, taking your hand in his, “Mark, what are you doing?”

Eyeing Mark with confusion, you look up at his tall figure. Mark steps unbelievably close to you, taking your free hand in his, “We’re going home.”

Jeno’s face grows serious, “We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“I can see that, we’re leaving.”

Wrenching your hand out of Mark’s grasp, you eye him incredulously. He doesn’t give up- he grabs it again, pulling you out of Jeno’s hold before Jeno can grab him by his jacket collar. You hear Jeno sneer, “You knew all along how I feel about y/n, why are you interfering?”

Mark’s eyes sharpen, his dark irises growing more stern, “Well I made a mistake of telling you that Ii’m not okay with it.”

Jeno tightens his fist on Mark’s jacket so you take it upon yourself to get in between them. They both look at you with surprise as you try to create some distance, “Jeno, let’s talk about this later. Mark, take me home.”

They both glare at each other, Jeno throwing his poster onto the ground before stomping away to the rest of his murmuring teammates. When you and Mark sit in his parked van, he starts up the ignition without saying anything. You turn to him, a scowl scribbled on your face, “What the hell was that Mark?”

He pulls out of the parking lot, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel so hard. When he doesn’t reply to you, your voice comes out even angrier, “Answer me, I asked what was that?”

Mark gives in by pulling over on the side of the road to answer you- he can’t seem to formulate his words and concentrate at the same time. Mark sighs heavily, fingers running through his jet-black hair, “Don’t go to spring formal with jeno.”

You want to laugh at Mark’s request, “Why shouldn’t I?”

“You just shouldn't.”

“That’s not a good enough reason. He treats me well, he’s nice, and he asks me how I’m doing!”

You sink into your seat when you hear Mark yell, his voice cracking at the end, “God damn it! y/n!”

Clutching the armrest, you timidly whisper, “Why are you so against him?”

Mark looks up at you, his hair is a mess and his eyes are glassy in the small confinement of his van, “Because, I-I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

Mark hits his forehead into the wheel repeatedly, “Because I like you, is that what you want to hear? I like you and I can't bear to see you with him. I can’t do it.”

Falling silent, your heart beats out of your chest. Mark’s finally admitted it yet you just feel so incredibly angry. This isn’t how you wanted him to tell you. 

“You know, you can’t just do that. you can’t just tell me after all this time out of jealousy when i’ve been holding it in and you’ve been with other people and i couldn’t say anything. do you know how selfish that is?”

Instantly, you regret your words when you see a flash of hurt appear on Mark’s face, he opens his mouth like he wants to say something but closes it in the end. The car ride back to your house is scarily silent. It doesn’t help that you don’t want Mark to see you so vulnerable, you try to stifle your sobs when tears trail down your cheeks. Pulling on to the driveway, you fling the door open before speed-walking to your porch. You hear Mark call your name but you wave him off behind you. 

You’re grateful that your parents are already fast asleep so they don’t ask questions. Kicking off your shoes, you feel like you want to rewind back to when feelings didn’t cause trouble. You spot Mark sitting in his chair with his head in his hands, you stare at him longingly. In time for him to lift his head, you swipe your curtains closed.

Saturday

In the morning, you call Jeno. You tell him that you won’t be attending the spring formal not because he doesn’t treat you well but because you feel sick. Based on the disappointment in his voice, you hate that you know he can hear through your lie. Your mom asks you, “Honey, did you need a ride to the formal?”

You sigh, “I’m not going.”

“Why not? Is it because you don’t have a date to go with? Just call Mark I’m sure he’s-”

“He’s the reason I don’t want to go.”

Your mother’s gaze softens as she walks over to you, running a comforting hand at the side of your arms, “Did you fight?”

You answer plainly, “pretty much.”

“Honey, I think you should go anyway.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because, I know that boy and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. He might be waiting.”

Scoffing, you march back up to your room as you lay down on your comforter, fingering the thread in between the seams. Your mother knocks on your door lightly, her voice soft, “In case you change your mind.”

She places a gorgeous blush pink dress by your desk. You sit up at the sight of it, rhinestone flowers blend into the tulle skirt of it, the neckline rimmed with tiny diamonds. Looking at it, it reminds you of when you went to sit by the bay with Mark as you watched the golden sun set on the water- casting reflections of sakura pinks and lavenders at dusk. That day, Mark fussed with his hair so much because he was frustrated he couldn’t skip stones on the water, you laughed at him when you both collapsed into a bone-crushing hug. You pushed your fingers at the dress in irritation, stuffing it’s billowing fabric into your closet. It felt like a stupid thought to go to a dance full of people like Mark and Jeno. You felt upset. That’s when you heard your mother poke her head into your room, a mischievous smile slashed on her face. She says, “Okay, if you’re not going to go to the dance, let’s not waste this beautiful day. Your dad and I are taking your grandparents out for dinner. Go get ready and put the dress on.”

“Isn’t this too fancy for dinner?”

“We’re all going to dress up, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Within the next hour or so, you slipped the dress on and did your makeup as gold sparkles highlighted your eyelids to match the dress. You thought to yourself, another day you’d die to go to spring formal in such a dress. You did your hair too, curling it into a braided bun that framed your face. 

When you came downstairs, your breath hitched in your throat. You walked down the staircase slowly as Mark and his family stood in your living room. Mark’s dressed in a black, pressed suit with his mouth agape, his mom pressing his chin upwards to close it as she whispered, “Say something!”

His eyes widened at her as he cleared his throat, “Uh-hi y/n.”

You eye him cautiously, “What are you doing here Mark?”

His mother thwacks him in the arm with the bat of her hand, “Hi? Compliment her!”

Mark coughs, glaring at his mother’s amused grin, “Y-you’re e-xtremely-y tall?”

You laugh at his comment, Mark waves his hands in the air, “N-no! I-i um, I meant-t beautiful! You’re- I-so so pretty-I-”

A blush creeps onto Mark’s cheeks as he steps closer to you. His eyes look sad, “I’m sorry.”

You nod at him, “I forgive you. I can’t be mad at you for too long.”

Mark stares at you, his doe eyes pleading, “Can I make it up to you?”

Smiling, “You may.”

Your mother and father come running down the stairs with a camera in their hands, “Picture time!!”

You look at your mother, “What about grandpa and grandma?”

Your mom winks at you, “Oh- we planned this so you could make up with each other.”

“You lied to me?”

“Anyways!”

 For once, you’re glad for your mother’s trickery. It takes about an hour for both of your families to finish taking photos of you both. Mark rests his hand comfortably on the small of your back as you lean your head on his chest. When they wave you off goodbye, you and Mark hop in his van- starting up your favorite songs on the radio. It feels magical with the windows rolled down and the breeze that courses through your hair as you cross the bridge over the water. You lean out the window, the sun sitting on the horizon of the bay, the clouds are ribbons of tangerine and magenta. Mark laughs at you as you stick your tongue out to taste the sweet air, one hand firmly on the wheel as you enter Granville Island. Mark parks the van by the dock, you both sit on the wooden platform that extends into the water. For the first few moments, you don’t say anything. You revel in each other’s company before Mark apologizes again. You shake your head, “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry too.”

He looks at you, “Why?”

“Because I never told you how I felt in the beginning.”

You continue, your hands shaking from the tremor in your heart, “You’ve been my best friend. Of course I couldn’t see Jeno that way, you’re a good guy Mark.”

Like electricity, you feel Mark pull you to him- his lips smashing on top of yours. His lips are soft and sweet, your strawberry lip gloss smearing on his bottom lip and chin. He uses his fingers to hold your jaw, his black hairs tickling your forehead a bit. He pulls away, his lips are swollen slightly before kissing you even harder. Mark grabs your hand in the process, your whole body burns like the flames of the sunset in front of you as he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. You're half sitting on his lap now, your lips molding together in a small, intimate moment shared between you two. When you both pall away, you hear Mark let out a small whine before burying his head into your bare shoulder. You laugh at his embarrassment, thumbing circles behind his ear, “I hope you know that I like you too. I always have.”

Mark smiles at you, chuckling, “Does that mean our hangouts are dates now?”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Mark’s ears glow bright red. You whisper in his ear, “I guess so, you are my boyfriend now?”

Mark repeats your words in his head many times, “Say it again.”

“What, that you’re my boyfriend now?”

Mark presses a kiss to your forehead before moving his hands to your waist, “And you’re all mine.”

Bonus:

You and Mark never did end up going to the spring formal after all. You called jeno and your friends to make it official, Jaemin’s “i told you sos” crackling through your phone speaker. Afterwards, Mark played songs on his car radio as you two danced together, hand in hand until the stars swirled in the night sky. He smiled down at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

[taejeonie]

that punch, 날리고 🥊

— aka a markhee vlive scenario where they’re dating YAYY

*english is italicized but if they’re speaking in korean it’s not (including the comments)

“guys guys guys guys”

“HELLO EVERYONEEEE”

“G U Y S”

“GUYS”

markhee, harmonizing: “GuUuUuUYSSS!”

okay who gave them sugar

anyways

they’re both sweating bc they just finished practicing

we stan hard working legends amarite

mark was wearing his cap backwards but taehee flicked the back so it falls off his head :p

he sighs at her in disbelief, while smiling ofc, and places his cap back on his head

then taehee brings her face closer to the phone to read the comments

markswatermelons MY BABIES 🥺🥺🥺

taeyongcutiepie did you guys just finish practicing?

ncitygottagogetem PUNCH WAS SOOO GOOD!!

“did you guys enjoy punch?,” she asks

“we just finished practicing for a bit. everyone left already but taehee wanted to do vlive so i waited for her”

hyucksunshine you guys are soulmates

“actually, we filmed on weekly idol yesterday and we had a lot of fun,,,so please look forward to it!!!”

mark laughed bc he found the way she said it cute ;((

“ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ﹗﹗,” he copied her

taehee brings her phone out and puts her playlist on shuffle

happiness by roc plays first, “ahh i like this”

she pretended she was holding a mic while singing the lyrics in a quiet tone

meanwhile mark was talking about the photoshoot their maknae line had for star1

they looked so good in it PLEASE

“i’ll be the one,,,who stays til the end,,,,”

“honestly, the ambience helped us a lot get into the photoshoot. it was like warm and had like,,,an outdoor kind of feeling”

“and i’ll be the one that proposes,,in a garden of roses...”

taehee leans into mark’s shoulder while singing it’s free estate guys and he immediately puts his arm around her shoulders, still talking about the photoshoot

neoblink MARKHEEEE 💚💚

taeilsbutterfly i saw the behind the scenes!! mark and taehee kept dancing to ridin, it was so cute :>

“cause i am the one!! who waited this looong!! i am the one,,who might get it wrong”

at this point, mark finished talking about the shoot and is currently reading the comments

“and i'll be the one that will love you the way i'm supposed to”

taehee tilts mark’s head to face her while she sang the lyrics

and he had to hold himself back from kissing her right then and there

markswatermelons DID HE JUST LOOK AT HER LIPS

johfam i wouldn’t be surprised if they’re dating

jaeminanana they should just admit it already!!

mark realized what he was doing and pushed her away gently

but taehee and her dramatic ass pretended he pushed her really hard and fell on the floor

“OWWW”

“I DIDN’T EVEN PUSH YOU THAT HARD?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

you hear taehee giggle before popping back into the frame and saying, “just kidding!!! hihi (*^▽^*)”

“ahh you and haechan are the same, really”

“hmm,” she pouts, “but i’m your-“

pause!!! since she was about to say GIRLFRIEND

“-favorite”

mark tried to hold in his laugh since she knows she was about to slip up

but she didn’t!! hehe

when it comes to the instrumental part, taehee pulls mark to stand up so they can dance

they’re hiphop dancers but u know how like

old people dance

yeah that’s exactly what they’re doing

still cute tho,,,,

markheeyipee they’re just friends guys

taehyucktion taehee’s really affectionate with the members, just like haechan!!

taeheelovely taehee!! what’s your lockscreen?

“what’s my lockscreen? guess :>>”

mark takes a peek at her lockscreen and starts laughing, “what is that??? when did you take this haha”

chenlerap a funny picture of haechan???

jaehyunsdimple probably jisung? since he said he sent her a funny picture a few days ago...

markheepizza MARK!!!

after that one ‘mark’ comment,,everyone started saying it WAS mark

“CORRECT!!! it’s mark!! but for his sake, i won’t show it to you guys (*´꒳`*)”

it was a picture of mark in white tee, messy hair, kissable lips like u know that video of mark holding a sb drink and there was a fan in his shirt?? mm yes very boyfriend material

taehee takes a look at her lockscreen again, “hmm but you look handsome in it though?? i guess it won’t hurt to show- HEY”

mark grabbed her phone and placed it in his pocket

taehee ran her tongue along the inside of her cheek and was tempted to reach for it

but he raised his brow at her as if to say “what? are you gonna get it?”

i live for cocky and confident mark lee

so taehee just shakes her head at him and faces the camera

“these days mark LOVES to take my phone,,he isn’t even going to use it he just takes it and keeps it there”

in reality mark just wants her to pay attention to him more in the dorms awww

“ah my homescreen? secreeeet (*´ω｀*)”

it was a picture of them sleeping in the backseat

taehee’s head was buried in mark’s neck, his head laid on top of hers while his arm was wrapped her shoulders

no one noticed except hyuck, so he took a pic of them

(〃ω〃)

ANYWAYSSS

“oh i remember we have drinks”

she goes off screen while mark watches her

“do you want me to get yours?,” he nods

“sLUSHIEEE”

“mark’s is red and mine’s blue- what is that? watermelon?”

“i thought it was,,but it was strawberry. you wanna taste?”

she takes a sip from his straw and glances at him, “it’s good!! you wanna taste mine?”

later into the vlive you would notice that they switched drinks already

they spent the next few moments reading comments from czennies 

chenlescars netflix recommendation? pwarkjisung what songs do you listen to these days? neogotmyback TAEHEE I LOVE YOUR HAIR

“’taehee i love your hair’”

“oh thank you!! i wanted to dye it blue for quite some time and the hyungs- oppas told me i should go for it hihi”

mark giggleD as he pointed at the screen

“what is it?”

jeon_jieun taehee, my baby!!! you look so grown up now!! 💚💚💚

“AA MOM!! (o-_-o)”

“HAHAHA YOU’RE SO CUTE”

“hi mom ;<< have you eaten?”

jeon_jieun yes :))))

“AHAHHAHAH SHE ANSWERED”

“mark and i will eat at the dorms if you’re wondering. we just finished practicing so we’ll eat right away”

“teehee’s mom, hello!!” 

mark lee is the type of boy your mom would want you to marry 

and maybe teehee’s mom would too jdbjksb

“actually, the only members who met my mom, like in-person, were you, haechan, doyoung-oppa, and taeyong-oppa”

“really?”

“yeah,,,the rest were through video call”

“ahh”

“she’s really fond of you,,”

“oh really?”

“haechan too”

“oh”

“HAHA WHY IS YOUR REACTION LIKE THAT?”

“LIKE WHAT?”

markjohnjae the way mark’s face went from ☺️ to 😐

“don’t worry, if you come home with me next time, you could take haechan’s spot as her favorite”

“mom, please look forward to it! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞”

markheearchive DID MARK JUST CALL TAEHEE’S MOM “MOM” OMG THEY’RE GETTING MARRIED  hyucksolo MARKHEE ENDGAME

mark’s solo was the next song to play on her playlist

“ah this is my favorite song,” taehee said as she bopped her head to ‘talk about’, making mark laugh

she rapped the lyrics effortlessly and you could clearly see the heart eyes on mark’s face

until she imitated how mark growled during that one part of his rap

“this that MuRDER from the tongue-“

“OH WHAT DUDE DO I SOUND LIKE THAT?”

“HAHAHAHA”

“I DONT DO IT LIKE THAT!!”

“NOOOO, DUDE NO I SWEAR I WATCHED YOUR FANCAMS AND YOU DO SOUND LIKE THAT!!”

taehee chuckles at mark’s shy face, “okay, then show me”

“like right now” “mhmm”

...

“it’s the MuRDER from the tongue,,”

“it sounds the same!!”

“no it isn’t,,”

“oh what? yours is like,,sexier? is that what you want me to say?”

mark stares at her fondly for a moment before telling her, “i didn’t say thaaat”

“you like it either way ;))”

neodream07 do you watch ridin club?

“ridin club? what’s ridin club”

“it’s like the variety show of the kids”

“oHHHH”

“see? this is why they like me more than mark”

“pft”

“jaemin kissed haechan, right? jeno did too, almost”

mark laughed, “really??”

“yeah, aaa that kid. one day, he’s gonna do it for real and regret it.”

“but he already did?”

“what? when?”

“when we were filming the music video for ‘go’,,,your lips touched haha,,right?”

taehee (　˙-˙　)

“oh yeah right- i remember now”

her disgusted face while saying that made mark laugh

later on, mark felt taehee’s phone vibrate in his pocket so he brought it out and gave it to her

“haechanie texted me,,he said we should go back to the dorms- *laughs* he wants to play games already”

“what time is it?,” mark yawned

“it’s 11:57,,” she bit her lip and looked at mark

he does look like he’s about to sleep already

and he stayed with taehee so she won’t go live and go home on her own

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ i want a mark

“guys, we’re gonna have to wrap up now,,sorry for making the vlive so short :((((“

it’s been an hour taehee wym so short :<<

markhee stans are well fed

taeheebubs awww

markhyucktingles it’s okay bb!! get some rest <33

doyoungbunny get home safely!! and stay healthy!!

“you guys stay safe!! we’ll see each other soon,” mark waved

“goodnight guys!! or goodmorning- wherever you are. enjoy the rest of your day!! byeeee”

taehee turns off the vlive and stretches a bit while mark leans back to lay on the floor

she stands up and grabs her and mark’s bags after throwing their drinks in the trash bin

“come on, let’s go home :>>”

mark grabs her hand as he stood up, gets his backpack from her, and slings it around his shoulders

gently, he pulls taehee towards him and places a short kiss on her lips

she holds back a smile, “why so suddenly?”

“i wanted to do it earlier but i couldn’t”

their voices sound so small even if they’re the only ones in the practice room at that moment

it’s the butterflies,,,(//∇//)

she smiles and cups his face to bring him in for a longer kiss

mark smiles as he felt her deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer

short, sweet kisses soon turned into hot, opened-mouth ones and taehee’s got her hands in mark’s hair, making a small sound come out of him

taehee’s phone rings once again, making her pull away from mark before giving him one last peck on the lips

mark lee best kisser i think

mark intertwines their hands together as she accepted the call,,,led her out of the practice room and to the elevator

“noona, why are you laughing? it’s so late, are you still there?”

“we’re about to get off the elevator, don’t worry”

“the live ended a few minutes agooo. what took you so loooong”

taehee senses the pout in hyuck’s voice and chuckles at him, “secret. we’ll play games later, byeee”

“secret...? sECRET-“

beep

“you ended the call just like that?,” mark laughs at her

taehee shrugs in response

later when they’re at home and in their taehee’s bed, they head off to sleep after taehee played rounds with hyuck and johnny

as taehee’s head laid snug on mark’s chest, his arms wrapped around her frame to keep her close, mark thought nothing could get as cozy as this moment.

[daeguzen]

“Hey like uh like like-”

“Y/N don’t tease me!” You giggled.

“But like why not?” Mark pouted as he told you to stop. You leaned over and pinched his cheeks.

“You’re so adorable.” In that moment Yuta walked in and saw the both of you acting all cute.

“Oh, so you let Y/N and Jungwoo cuddle with you but you reject me? Why!?” Both you and Mark laughed as you held him closer. 

“Because I’m his girlfriend so I automatically get that privilege.”

“Oh so it’s a privilege? We aren’t done here Mark Lee. Mark my words!” You shook your head at Yuta’s choice of words.

“Bye oppa.” You smacked Mark’s shoulder after he said that.

“Mark, there’s some leftover watermelon in the fridge. Do you want me to bring you some?” Mark nodded vigorously.

“I’ll look for a movie.”

“Ok.” Before you could get up Mark tugged at your wrist and puckered his lips. You giggled as you pecked his lips.

“Where’s my kiss!?” 

“Yutaaa! Stop it!”

[chittaphonsicecream]

summer nights: a mark lee fic

synopsis: a week in a beach house leads you to meet your new neighbors: mark and johnny. one week in santa monica with mark lee teaches you more than you thought about cliches, love, and friendship

pairing: mark lee x original female character ft. johnny seo and momo hirai (but they are not a thing, just friends)

a/n: funnily enough this is something that happened to me/my cousin/her friend! they met some boys while they were staying in a beach house and they were staying a few houses down and they spent the week together! no one fell in love (although I developed a huge crush) but i got inspired to write this

You couldn’t remember a year that you didn’t spend a week at a beach house in Santa Monica. You couldn’t remember a year when you made friends while you were there, too. You stayed to yourself, and typically with your cousin Momo who had accompanied you since you were twelve years old, but one summer when you were seventeen changed it all.

Momo had always been outgoing for as long as you had known her. In certain situations, like school and with your parents, she seemed shy, but the moment the two of you were by yourself, she was happy to make friends with just about anyone. And that was probably why you met Mark and Johnny, who were writing in the sand across the street from your beach house. You and Momo were people watching from the balcony, and you saw two young men writing “HI” in the sand.

“Hey, look!” Momo squealed. “The tall one’s a hottie.”

You let out a sigh before looking out at the balcony. “He’s attractive, I guess,” you replied. “I don’t know, I like the shorter one better.”

“C’mon, let’s go down there and talk to them!” Momo tugged on your arm. “If they’re weird, I promise you that I won’t talk to another stranger this whole trip.”

Momo was a woman of her word, so you followed her down the stairs of your beach house and quickly darted across the street. As you ran onto the beach, the sand burned your feet as you ran down to where the water licked the sand. There they were, the two boys that had been trying to grab your attention. One towered over the other, and Momo went directly up to him. You hid behind her as you shyly made eye contact with the other who was kicking quietly at the sand.

“Hi,” Momo said bluntly. “Were you writing to us?”

“Yeah,” the young man said quietly. “Didn’t think you’d actually come down though.”

“Well, we’re here now, and if you don’t secretly have a foot fetish or anything, we’d love to hang out with you,” she quipped. The boy let out a little laugh and gave Momo a smile.

“I’m Johnny,” he said, “and this is my brother, Mark.” Mark looked up and gave a small wave before returning to stare at the ocean. “We’ve come here every summer that I can remember. I’m twenty-three, he’s nineteen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mark said with a blush.

“He doesn’t talk much to people he doesn’t know,” explained Johnny. “Anyway, what about you?”

“Oh, I’m Momo!” your cousin exclaimed happily. “I’m twenty-one, and I’ve only been coming a few years. Since I can drive, really. That’s why ______ invited me, so I can tote her around. Take her wherever she wants. She’s eighteen.”

“We’ve been coming since I was born, too,” you said.

“Can’t believe we’ve never seen you before,” Johnny laughed. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

The two of them hit it off, talking about anything and everything. That left you and Mark to your own devices and, to your dismay, an uncomfortable and awkwardly forced silence. Every few minutes, either one of you would look up at the other or clear your throat, but nothing seemed to be progressing. That was until Mark spoke up.

“I really don’t know why he’s flirting with your cousin so much,” he said. “He has some college girlfriend. I mean, he’s graduated and all, so they’re long distance now, but he swears on his life he’d never cheat on her.”

“It’s just harmless flirting. We’ll be back home in a week and this will probably all be forgotten in a month. Momo’s a ditz, really,” you said.

“You two seem like polar opposites to be best friends,” he said, making eye contact with you. It was almost harsh, like he was trying to read into your soul.

“Cousins are built in best friends. Haven’t you ever heard that before?”

“No, but most of my family doesn’t live near me either. They’re back in Korea,” he said. “With my dad, too.”

“What about your dad?” you asked gently.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Mark said. “But we’re from Vancouver. In Canada. And Johnny went to college in Chicago, where his girlfriend is.” The two of you looked over to Momo and Johnny sitting on the sand rather close to each other. “She’s a psychopath. If she finds out, she’s gonna freak. I think it’s because Johnny’s such a catch.”

“Not gonna lie, I would never have come spoken to you on my own,” you laughed. “Johnny scares me a bit. This is all Momo’s doing.”

“Trust me, I’m completely fine alone, too.”

“But now that they’re going to be together, we might as well make the most of it,” you offered. “I mean, I don’t want to go hang out at the pier alone.”

“Me neither,” Mark laughed. “C’mon, let’s go get in the water!”

He started running down the beach, jumping from side to side to avoid burning his feet too badly. Momo and Johnny watched as the two of you ran down.

“I think they’ve hit it off,” laughed Johnny. “Should we follow them?”

“No, we should leave them alone,” she replied. “She’s never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anybody.”

“Same with Mark.” Johnny watched the two of you slowly tiptoe into the water. “Maybe this is his chance.”

While Momo and Johnny continued to flirt while you got to know Mark a bit better. Once Mark had opened up, you realized he was an excited, happy, and outgoing young man. He raced you into the water, his nose scrunching up as he smiled. You stood at the edge of the water, the waves lapping at your feet.

“_____, get in!” Mark called. “The water isn’t even cold!”

You wrapped your arms around yourself and gave him a shy smile. “I don’t know. I don’t like getting wet.” Mark ran up to you and grabbed your wrist before you could protest. He dragged you into the warm water and splashed you. Once you were partially wet, you decided to get in.

“There you go!” Mark laughed.

“What’s it like in Canada?” you asked as the two of you swam further into the ocean.

“Nothing like this,” he replied. “It doesn’t get very warm. The ocean’s not like this, the people aren’t like this. It’s different. I like the winter, anyway.”

“Winter?”

“Snow, mainly.” Mark ran his hands over the water. “It gets so snowy you can’t even go to school, so my mom would let us stay up late and Skype our dad. He works in Korea for half of the year, so the timezones get us messed up. And once Johnny left, I could stay up late talking to him, even though he didn’t want to talk to me most of the time.”

“He didn’t want to talk to you? He seems like he loves you?”

“He does, but I embarrass him. I don’t think before I speak.”

“You seem to be doing fine,” you teased. You started heading back towards the shore, knowing what Momo would tell you if you got out too far. “Hey, Mark, race you back?”

He laughed and started chasing after you. Within seconds, the two of you were laying on the sand, breathing heavily, and trying your best to laugh.

“You totally cheated,” he said, “but that was fun. Johnny usually gets mad at me when I do things like that.”

“Why?”

“He says I’m too childish,” sighed Mark. “I don’t know.”

You propped yourself on your elbow to face Mark. He was cute, an unconventional cute. The kind of cute that made you want to wrap him up and kiss his forehead, but he was also attractive in a way you’d never experienced before. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and there was sand on his cheek from lying on the ground. You desperately wanted to reach out and brush it off, but you found yourself staring at him instead.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Uh, there’s some sand on your face,” you said. “I was contemplating whether I should tell you and just let you walk around like an idiot all day. But I guess now you know.”

“Aw, thanks,” Mark said as he brushed it off. He leaned in closer to you. “You’ve got a little something right there.” Instead of brushing off sand like you thought, he flicked you in the forehead.

“What the heck?” you yelped as you felt your forehead burn. Mark felt his face burn.

“Was I super hard?” he asked. “I’m sorry, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, don’t worry about,” you reassured him. “The problem at the moment is where Momo and Johnny went.”

Mark let out a deep sigh. “I swear, if he cheats on her.”

“Momo is better than that. She just gets bored. Likes to make friends. Even with fuckboys,” you explained.

“I don���t think he knows that.” Mark stood up and brushed himself off before putting out a hand. “C’mon, let’s go find them.”

You took his hand and got up before laughing at him. Although you were thoroughly caked in sand, only his bottom was.

“Oh my god, Mark,” you laughed. “Don’t freak.” You began brushing the sand off of him, eliciting an eruption of giggles.

“Sorry,” he squeaked. “You’re like twelve,” you replied before realizing that your hands were still intertwined. You dropped his quickly and felt a blush bloom across your cheeks.

“I think Johnny and Momo went to our beach house,” Mark sighed. “I can’t find them anyway.”

“Oh, okay,” you said softly. “We can go back to mine? We have watermelon!”

“That’s my favorite fruit,” Mark replied.

You began running down the beach in an attempt to avoid burning your feet on the hot sand. The wind blew your hair into your face, and you had no idea where Mark was, but quite honestly, you didn’t mind. You felt alive, and that was what mattered. As you climbed up the stairs to the street, you turned to search for him. He was a few feet behind you and laughing like an idiot.

“You run funny,” he said through wheezes.

“Everyone runs funny on the sand, dummy,” you quipped. “C’mon, my parents are gonna want to meet you.”

“Parents?” Mark asked with wide eyes.

“I had to come from somewhere, didn’t I?”

“But what if they don’t like me?”

“Trust me, they won’t care. They’ll just want to know who I spent time with today.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Mark followed you as you darted across the street and into the garage of a large beach house, far bigger than the one he, his parents, and Johnny shared. You made him rinse his feet off, and then the two of you were bounding up the stairs and into the living space where your parents were talking to the next door neighbors.

“Hey, Mom, Dad,” you said. “Momo’s still out. She made a friend.”

“Great,” your father replied monotonously without looking up. Your mother gave a small wave until she truly gaged the situation.

“Who’s this?” she asked.

“I’m Mark Lee,” Mark said, stepping forward to shake her hand. “I’m staying a few houses down. ______ and I just met.”

“Okay, well, stay safe,” your mom said. “Let me know before you go anywhere. And be back by one am always. Momo, I don’t care what she does. She’s a grown woman.”

You pulled Mark into the kitchen and handed him a slice of watermelon. “I told you that they wouldn’t care.”

“I know, but I’m an older boy. And they have no idea who I am. It seems kinda weird.”

“They trust me.”

“Okay.” Mark downed piece after piece of watermelon, and you sat at the kitchen table watching him scarf down more and more. He stopped once to sneeze, after which he cheered “Yes!”

“Did you just say yes because you sneezed?” you laughed.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s cute.”

Mark started to choke on his watermelon. “You think I’m cute?”

Instead of replying, you simply blushed and looked down. Mark smiled into his watermelon and set down the umpteenth rind. “Wanna head back down to the beach?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

When you were back at the beach, you both scanned the area for Johnny and Momo who were still nowhere to be found. You decided not to worry because Momo was older and intelligent, and Johnny swore up and down he would never cheat. Instead, you turned to Mark and suggested probably what was the stupidest thing you could’ve come up with.

“Let’s play a game of Truth,” you said. “And there will be no chickens.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you paused, “well, if you want to pass, then you have to go skinny dipping tonight. And I have to be there to witness it.”

“Same for you?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“That’s a deal.”

“Well, you’re not about to see me go skinny dipping, so you better ask some good questions while you can, Mark Lee.”

“Fine then. I’ll start.” He let the sand he was playing with run through his fingers. You stared at him, his stained lips, his rosy cheeks from the sun, his big eyes, the way his hair moved with the slight breeze. His brows furrowed while he thought of a good question to ask, and you desperately yearned to get closer to him. While you considered moving closer, his head snapped up and he let his gigantic smile take over his face once again. “If we were going to be best friends, what is the one thing you’d need me to know? Something you wouldn’t tell me if we weren’t best friends?”

You looked out at the horizon, where the ocean drifted into the sunlight. You knew the answer, but you also knew you didn’t want Mark to know. But there was no way in the world he was going to see you skinny dip, so you decided to answer truthfully. “I guess I’d want you to know that I’m not confident. That I don’t like who I am, how I look. That I think I need a lot of work. That I’m probably not good enough to be your best friend.” You looked back down at the sand.

“Oh, shut up!” Mark exclaimed. “You’re like, the prettiest person ever. And maybe I don’t know much about you, but you’re cool. If I were lucky enough to be your best friend, I’d tell you you don’t need any work at all.”

It was Mark’s constant optimism that kept you asking and answering questions. He found out about your insecurities, your relationship with Momo, your hopes and dreams, and just about every important thing that had ever happened to you. You found out about his dream of being a writer of anything, a poem, a short story, a book, a song. About his life long goal of becoming a rapper or his hatred of living in Johnny’s shadow. You found out you weren’t alone in your struggle for confidence, and most importantly, you found out that you surely had a crush on Mark Lee.

“What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?” asked Mark, intoxicated by the stars and salty water. His laugh was infectious and his giddiness seemed fake. You turned to him with eyes squinted and hit his shoulder.

“The farthest I’ve been? Well, once I swam out in the ocean with this guy,” you teased.

“No, stupid, like kissing and stuff!”

“Oh.” You bit your lip. “I’ve never kissed anybody. Never even had a boyfriend.”

“Me neither. And I’m desperate to get some experience before college this fall.”

You both turned to each other at the same time. Mark’s eyes were wide and he was fighting a laugh. You felt your brain go a million miles an hour as it tried to figure out what was happening.

“You’re not thinking that we… kiss?” he asked.

“If I am, how would you react?”

“I would say no because you deserve a way better first kiss than me,” Mark replied honestly.

“Stop! You’re way better than you think you are. I’d totally kiss you if we weren’t on our way to becoming best friends,” you explained. “And also if my cousin and your brother probably weren’t banging right now. Because that’s just fucked up.”

“Well, I hate to crush your dreams, but we’re not kissing,” laughed Mark.

“How will I ever live?” you gasped. Mark laughed and looked from you to the ocean and back to you again. He hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet, but when he looked at you, he knew that you were going to be his first. He didn’t know how many of his firsts, but he realized that this week in Santa Monica would most likely change his life forever, if and only if he allowed it to.

The weather had changed and was getting cooler by the minute. You shivered slightly, and Mark took notice. In your fantasies, he’d wrap an arm around you, but in reality, he stood up and towered over you, putting a hand out to pull you up with him.

“It’s getting late. We should head back. My parents are probably wondering where I am,” he said as he checked the time. “Yeah, it’s past midnight. They might actually freak.”

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go.”

He walked you back to your beach house, but he didn’t kiss you at the door like you hoped he would. Of course, he wasn’t a romantic person. You could tell that from a mile away, but a part of you hoped that he would be a little different for you. It was stupid, wishful thinking because soon your week in Los Angeles would come to an end and Mark would be gone. Before he left to his own home, he promised that he’d be back at eleven in the morning so the both of you could go to the pier. You hoped that this would be another opportunity for your friendship to bloom into something more, but you didn’t expect much of Mark. He was far too shy and reserved to let himself do such a thing, and he seemed too smart to allow himself to develop feelings when he knew it would come to an end.

You entered your bedroom and saw Momo sitting on your bed. She was rapidly typing on her phone and when you entered the room, she quickly shut it off and smiled at you.

“Where have you been all night?” she asked.

“The beach. With Mark,” you added. Momo quirked an eyebrow. “Where have you been? With Johnny?”

“Yeah! I helped him pick out some souvenirs for his girlfriend,” Momo exclaimed loudly. “She’s absolutely gorgeous, just like Johnny.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush,” you teased.

“Crush or no crush, I am not going to sleep with someone who has a girlfriend. I have more decency than that.”

“I know, I know.”

“Well, I just wanted to make sure nothing happened between you and Mark,” Momo said. “And it sounds like nothing did happen, so goodnight, _______. See you in the morning.”

“Actually, Mark and I are going to the pier in the morning,” you said. Momo pivoted to face you.

“Like a date?” she asked.

“No, as friends!” you reassured her. “He’s not like that.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she teased.

“It’s been one day!”

“Uh huh.” Momo left your room and closed your door, leaving you to toss and turn about what tomorrow’s events could bring.

Before you knew it, Momo was barging into your room and opening up the windows. “It’s nine-thirty! What time are you meeting with Mark?”

“Eleven,” you replied groggily before rolling over. “I’ll get ready at ten.”

“Well, your mom already made breakfast, so maybe you should eat,” she suggested. “I’m going down to the beach to meet Johnny. And before you say anything, just know that I am not interested in him.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I can live vicariously through you and Mark!” she squealed before jumping on top of you. “And also because we are just friends.”

“Fine, fine, I believe you!” You pushed her onto the floor and began getting up. “I’m hungry and need to figure out what to wear. Help me?”

“Anything for my baby cousin!” she laughed.

And that was how you ended up in Momo’s clothing, and most importantly, in one of her bikinis that you never would’ve dreamed of putting on. She stepped back and scanned you up in down, clearly proud of her work. You, on the other hand, were slightly terrified of Mark’s reaction.

“I don’t like this,” you grumbled. “Then change and ignore all of my hardwork,” she laughed. “It’s fine. Wear whatever you want. Just be yourself, ______. If he doesn’t like who you are, then fuck him.”

“Fuck him?”

“No, like fuck him. Forget about him. My god, why are you like this?” She sighed and gave you a half smile. “I’m hungry. Make Momo proud today.”

“I’ll try.”

A few minutes before eleven, you decided to sit out on your balcony as an easy way of keeping an eye out for Mark. Eleven came and went, and you feared the worst: Mark was standing you up. Around fifteen minutes past the time he promised to be at your beach house, a brown haired boy was waving at you rather excitedly from the road. It was Mark.

You rushed down to greet him, grabbing only your bag and phone before almost running into the middle of a busy street. Mark laughed when you appeared next to him, and didn’t stop laughing for another five minutes.

“You… almost… got hit…” he breathed.

“That’s not funny, you know?”

“I know, but why would you get hit for me? That’s what’s funny.”

“Because I’m desperate to be away from my parents. They’re quite possibly the most boring people alive.” You paused before saying what was truly on your mind. “Also, you’re late.”

“I know, I know,” Mark apologized, “and I’m sorry. I’m bad with time. Anyway, what up, B?”

“B?” you choked. “Why are you talking like that?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of it before?”

“Yeah, B can mean anything. Bitch, baby, brat, butthole.”

“I’ll leave that up to you to decide.” He broke into a fit of laughter once more before he began walking down the road towards the pier. “Are you coming?”

You smiled and ran to catch up with him.

The pier with Mark was everything you expected it to be. There were no romantic advances, hardly even any platonic touching. He kept to himself, but he made sure the two of you were seated together on every ride. You heard him scream until his lungs gave out, him laugh for no apparent reason, and watched him get ridiculously excited over stupid arcade games. He was lovable, fun, and unpredictable. There was no rhyme or reason to what he said; it simply spilled out of his mouth. You witnessed him inhale pizza and ice cream cones like it was nothing, and you felt yourself fall a little bit more with every moment. Your crush on Mark Lee was undeniable by now, and it was getting more and more severe with every moment.

Before you knew it, the day was coming to a close. It was already evening time, and the two of you were seated on the sand, letting the salty breeze nip at your face and the warm sand burn your feet. It was silence, both of you listening to everything around you, watching the sunset on the sea. And of course, Mark had to interrupt with another fit of laughter.

“What is it now?” you feigned in a sarcastically exasperated tone.

Mark continued laughing a little while longer before containing himself. “It’s just… I’m not a romantic person, you know? And here I am, sitting on the beach with a girl that I just spent the whole day at the pier with, and we’re watching the sunset. And I kinda want to ride the ferris wheel once it gets dark, but that’s too cheesy and I hate romance and it’s so funny because I’m Mark Lee and I don’t do things like this, I live in Johnny’s shadow and watch him bring home girl after girl while my parents wonder if I’m gay but here I am with a girl and I am definitely not gay,” he spat out all at once. You slowly processed his ramblings. It didn’t make much sense; it was far too rushed and spoken without thought, but a small sliver of hope blossomed in your chest. Mark Lee liked you back.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder. “I knew you weren’t gay from the moment I met you, dummy!” you said. “C’mon, let’s go ride the ferris wheel. We can make fun of the people who make out on them and watch parents try to get their kids to leave.”

Mark flashed a huge smile. “Race you there!”

You stumbled up the sand as quickly as you could before you reached the pier and watched Mark continue sprinting to the ferris wheel. You chased after him, a wide smile spreading across your face as your hair whipped behind you. People dodged you left and right, and once you caught up to Mark, he stood triumphantly with his hands on hips.

“Loser has to pay for the ride,” he said.

“You cheated!” you argued. “Cheaters have to pay for the ride.”

“What if I pay for your ticket and you pay for mine,” he offered.

“That’s stupid. Why don’t we just pay for our own?”

“Because it’s funner when you’re being stupid.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Mark bumped into your body, knocking you slightly. And before you knew it, the both of you were on the ferris wheel, shoulder to shoulder, thighs brushing. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour.

“If you try to kiss me at the top, I’m pushing you off,” Mark said.

“Why would I try to kiss you at the top?” you laughed. “When I could kiss you right now!”

You puckered your lips and leaned in close to Mark. You felt his hot breath fanning across your face before you pulled back quickly.

“Sike!” you exclaimed. Mark’s eyes were wide and you noticed a significant rise and fall in his chest as he breathed. “Oh my god, you totally thought I was going to kiss you!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

“No!”

“Yes, you did! Does Mark Lee have a crush on me?” you asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

“W-what?” he stuttered. It was your turn to be surprised. You had only been joking until now, but you realized that perhaps he did have feelings for you.

“Wait, do you like me?” you asked.

“Um… yeah. I do,” he said, “but it’s stupid because in three days we’re both leaving and we’ll probably never see each other again.”

You bit your lip and looked down at the people milling around the pier. You couldn’t deny the truth of his words. He’d be back in Canada, you’d still be in the US. And besides, he’d probably make a million friends in college, and they’d be ten times cooler than you and he would never contact you ever again. But another part of you, a bigger part of you, wanted to let things take their course. Majority rules, so you sighed and looked back up to Mark.

“I ruined everything, didn’t I?” he asked.

“No, of course not.” You shook your head. “I like you, too, and I want whatever is going to happen between us to happen.”

“Okay, but I’m not going to kiss you on the ferris wheel,” Mark laughed. “I am definitely not. No kissing in public, ever.”

You laughed. “We just confessed and now you’re already talking about kissing me. What is on your mind, Mark Lee?”

Mark grasped your innuendo and his eyes went wide. “I swear, _____, I’m not like that!” he shouted.

“I know, I know,” you replied. You bit your lip before deciding to hold your tongue as you looked out at the ocean. The sky was slowly becoming dotted with stars, and you noticed Mark fall increasingly quiet as well, a rarity in the two days you’d known him. You expected him to make a move and to reach for your hand or wrap an arm around you, but instead only your thighs brushed as you sat shoulder to shoulder. His chest swelled with each breath and the breeze tousled his hair. When it was your turn to get off, you jumped off before him and watched him shyly catch up to you. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you reached for it.

“Are you finally going to ask for my number?” giggled Mark.

“No,” you deadpanned as you read the message. “But apparently our parents, Momo, and Johnny went out drinking tonight. And they’re not going to be home until late.”

“Since when do our parents know each other?” he asked.

“I have no idea but I don’t doubt that it had something to do with Momo and Johnny.”

“Yeah…” Mark trailed off. “So what do you want to do?”

“We could go watch a movie at mine?” you offered.

“Sounds good to me!” Mark replied excitedly. “Race you there?”

You laughed. Mark was like a twelve-year-old boy, always wanting to race places, constantly laughing, and incredibly shy in awkward situations. Yet here you were, almost completely whipped for him. When you both arrived in front of your beach house, he was breathing heavily as he waited for you to appear. You jumped on his back and the both of you tumbled onto the ground.

His face was dangerously close to yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening again as you felt him lean into you. And then, of course, he whipped his head back quickly.

“This time I got you!” he laughed.

“Mark!” you yelled as you chased him into your home. He had already dashed up the stairs and was laughing to himself while he sat on your couch. His eyes were almost nonexistent with his uncontrollable laughter, and he placed his head between his legs while he tried to regain himself.

“You’re going to pay for that,” you said.

“Okay,” he said nonchalantly. “C’mon, come sit. What movies do you have?”

“Whatever my parents want to watch. Momo and I are usually too busy doing dumb things to sit down and watch a movie,” you explained as you searched through the cabinet of movies you had. “Oh, do you want to watch Forrest Gump?”

“I haven’t seen that in forever,” Mark said softly.

“Then we’ll watch it,” you replied.

You popped the movie into the DVD player and queued it up. Settling down next to Mark, you felt a hand move towards yours. When you looked up at him, his eyes grew wide and he pulled his hand back quickly. Both of your inexperience shined through, but you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. There was an awkwardly large gap between the two of you, and your intertwined hands made it seem even more prominent, so you scooted in closer to him.

“What are you doing?” he blurted.

“I like you, so I’m trying to get closer to you,” you laughed.

“Oh, okay,” he stuttered.

And before you knew it, Mark was closer to you than he had ever been before. As every minute passed, you felt him get closer and closer until eventually, he let go of your hand so he could hold you. Your head was pressed against his chest, and you could feel how quickly his heart was beating. With a laugh, you pulled yourself off of him and smiled.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stop being so nervous,” you said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Mark licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. “Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Of course.”

“Do you actually like me?”

“Why would you think I don’t like you?”

“Because… well… I’m not particularly confident either. And I’m very immature. It doesn’t make sense that you would like me.”

“I like you.” You turned to face him better. “I like you a lot more than I should.”

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asked timidly.

You nodded shyly, and within seconds, Mark was basically attacking your face. You pushed him off of you quickly and laughed.

“Uh, what was that?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “I’ve never kissed someone before.”

You nodded slowly before leaning into Mark once more. This time, it was slow, languid, smooth. His lips slanted across yours and you pressed into him further, seeking friction. His hands were on your shoulders, and then they were on your neck, and then they were on your face. He cradled your face in a way that made you get even closer to him, a task you didn’t even deem possible. Your bodies were flush, chest to chest, and you could feel him breathing as his hands stayed firm on your face. Your hands were wrapped around his neck and then he pulled away, out of breath.

“That was-,” he said, unable to complete his sentence.

“Wow,” you finished for him.

“Yeah, wow,” he laughed as he leaned in for another kiss.

Mark quickly learned that he would rather kiss you than watch the movie, so the rest of your time together was spent pressed up against one another, kissing until your lungs yearned for oxygen. When the movie was close to ending, you heard the doorknob rattle, and you quickly pushed him off of you and scampered to the other side of the couch. It was to no avail, really, because you both had swollen lips, messy hair, and flushed cheeks. It had only been kissing, though, so your clothes were still on correctly since no hands had roamed too far. You tried your best to make it seem as though you had been intently watching the movie when your and Mark’s parents entered the room, Momo and Johnny right behind them.

Luckily enough, your parents were thoroughly intoxicated, so they simply waved at the both of you before heading out to the balcony for the fresh air. Momo and Johnny, however, were not even the slightest bit tipsy, but their reddish cheeks gave away the fact that they had had something to drink. They eyed you, and when they realized what you had been doing, Momo dragged you and Mark into her room, Johnny trailing behind.

“You spend one day alone and now you’re boning?” gasped Momo as she slammed the door shut. “What the hell?”

“No, it wasn’t like that!” you protested. Mark nodded silently.

Momo gave Mark a dirty look. “Get away from her. Move to the other side of the bed.”

The four of you sat on Momo’s bed while she and Johnny tried to come up with something to say, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, Johnny opened up his wallet to pull out a condom.

“If you’re gonna be like this, at least be safe,” he said as he handed it to Mark.

Mark began giggling and shook his head. “We didn’t have sex!”

“I doubt that,” scoffed Momo. “Messy hair, slightly sweaty, swollen lips, flushed faces. That’s an after sex look if I know it.”

“Oh my god, we were just kissing!” you swore. “I promise you, nothing else happened.”

“Yeah!” agreed Mark. “I didn’t even get to touch her boobs! Not even over the shirt.”

You threw a pillow at Mark before becoming so embarrassed you couldn’t show your face. Momo and Johnny looked at one another and back at you and Mark.

“Okay, fine,” Johnny said. “I believe you. But Mark, stop laughing!”

Mark’s face fell and he tried to stifle his laughter. You sat there with red cheeks and wide eyes, waiting for one of your seniors to say something, anything. Instead, Momo sat down next to you and put an arm around you.

“______, Mark, please listen to what I’m about to say,” she said softly. “I don’t care if you have sex. Just not on the couch. I don’t care if you kiss, just not in front of me. But I do care if one of you gets heartbroken, and at this rate, it seems almost inevitable. We’re both leaving on Friday morning, and it’s already Tuesday night. So think about what’s going to happen in the end. Think about it.”

Johnny nodded in agreement. “C’mon, Mark, let’s go home.” Mark got up quietly and refused to look you in the eye. He followed Johnny out of the door, and never turned around to say goodbye.

“Wait!” you called. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“We’ll see,” Johnny spoke for him. “My parents wanted us to go do things as a family tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay,” you said softly as the left your house. Once you were certainly alone, you turned to Momo. “What have I done?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I shouldn’t have let myself catch feelings. And especially not make out with him, because now I can’t stop thinking about him!” you cried out as you flopped onto Momo’s bed. “And I’m not going to see him tomorrow?”

“It’ll be fine,” Momo assured you. “Just go to your room and go to sleep. We’ll worry about it when it’s time to worry about it. And that time is not right now. Anyway, I’m hungry so get out.”

You left her room quietly to go fall asleep in your room, shooting Mark a text before you fell asleep.

I don’t care if I don’t see you tomorrow. Thursday we’ll do something fun.

Okay :)

Johnny really upset?

No i dont think he cares rly what about momo?

She’s worried

Oh

Well goodnight Mark

Goodnight ugly

The next day Momo was sure to take you out in order to get your mind off of Mark. She even confiscated your phone so you wouldn’t be tempted to contact him in the slightest. You spent all day at the pier or at the beach. And even when you thought you were starting to forget about the previous day’s events, everything would come flooding back to you. Especially the kissing.

At night, you couldn’t sleep knowing that you had been forced to ignore Mark all day. Of course, the boy was so easily distracted that he probably didn’t even realize that you hadn’t been contacting him. But he was all you could think of once you were bundled up in bed, and it was really quite cliche. Mark knew you probably just as well as Momo did, and probably even better than you did. In two days, he’d become your best friend, and possibly your first boyfriend. You weren’t sure about the latter, but it seemed as though the two of you were a couple. Midnight came and went, and before you knew it, it was four in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep.

Instead of trying your best to sleep, you slipped into Momo’s room to steal your phone back. Sitting on the balcony while the sky turned from dark to light, you sent Mark a text.

You’re probably asleep but I can’t so I’m texting you

His reply was much faster than you expected, and within thirty minutes, your phone beeped.

Im watching the sunrise

Me too

Did u sleep

No

Oh… come over and sleep with me

What?

NO NOT LIK ETHAT like we can sleep together in my bed or on the couch or sumn

Okay I’ll be there in thirty minutes

Yay

You dressed quickly and sent Momo and your parents a text letting them know you were going to watch the sunrise at the Lee’s, which wasn’t exactly true or false. By this time, it was five-thirty in the morning, and it’d been almost twenty four hours since you last slept. You arrived at the Lee’s beach house to see Mark beaming at you from the balcony. He ran down to greet you, and being that there were no people around, kissed you. He inhaled instead of exhaled, making the kiss messy but very Mark-esque. You laughed into this kiss and he pulled you away and into his bedroom.

“I’m not so sleepy, but you need to sleep,” he giggled. “Take whatever side you want. I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep.”

You blushed before slipping under his covers. He sat beside you and stared at you when you weren’t paying attention, but every time you caught his eye he turned his head, giggled, and blushed.

“Mark?” you whispered.

“Yep,” he replied.

“Do you want to cuddle?” you asked.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth spread into a smile. Within seconds, he had his arms around you, and you were being lulled to sleep, intoxicated by Mark’s warmth. You felt him press his lips against your shoulder before you finally dozed off.

When you awoke, Mark was nowhere to be found. You were confused as to how you had ended up in his bed, but the previous morning’s events flooded into your mind. You checked your phone, and it was already afternoon. Since Mark was out, you let your curiosity get the better of you and began checking out his room.

There was a red notebook on his nightstand, one that was perfect for copying down your lab partner’s notes, but this one wasn’t for school. Instead, it was a journal of Mark’s stories, songs, poems, and raps. You leafed through the pages, your heart leaping when you found his most recent entries, especially the ones regarding you. There was an entry from only a few hours ago, and despite your better judgment, you decided to read it.

She’s sleeping right next to me and I don’t even know how I feel. I honestly think I’m in love. It’s only been three days but I think I love her and am in love with her. God, I can’t even process what has happened these past few days. She doesn’t even think I’m super immature or annoying or tells me to stop laughing or to be more touchy or to do anything. She just likes me for me and I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I know it’s all coming to an end tomorrow morning.

You shut the notebook before your eyes continued on. It was a good thing you did because minutes later, Mark entered the room to find you bright eyed and sitting up.

“Good morning.” He sat down next to you and pulled you in for a kiss that was interrupted by his giggles.

“It’s afternoon,” you said. You looked down at the ground and Mark nudged you.

“Did I do something?” he asked.

“No, not at all!” you assured him. “It’s just… tonight’s our last night. We’re leaving in the morning tomorrow. So I was thinking we do something memorable tonight.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, his face falling as he became serious. “It is our last night.”

“We should camp out on the beach!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

“Actually, yeah!” Mark yelled in reply. The two of you couldn’t contain your laughter and shouts, so Johnny came in to see what the fuss was. Unsurprisingly, his new best friend Momo trailed right behind him.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“We’re going to camp out on the beach,” you explained. “I’ve always wanted to.”

“Me too!” Mark agreed.

“Well, we’ll help you,” Momo offered. “We better start finding things now. And if either of you get kidnapped or murdered, I’m going to be very, very upset.”

So that was how you ended up on a sleeping bag on top of a bunch of beach towels. It was ten o’clock at night, and while you were dying for some physical affection from Mark, he made it painstakingly clear that he was not comfortable with any public displays of affection. It had taken a ridiculously long time to find whatever you might need for a beach camp out, and even longer to convince Mark’s parents that there would be no funny business while you two were spending the night together. Mark had become increasingly awkward the more time you spent together, and you turned to him, getting sand in your hair.

He was staring up at the sky and listening to the waves crash. Thoughts of leaving tomorrow raced through his head, and when he felt your eyes on him, he turned to face you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need to tell you something,” you said.

Mark licked his lips once more, a habit of his you had noticed. He leaned towards you even more and kissed your forehead, a surprise after he had made his disdain for PDA clear.

“I have to tell you something first,” Mark said. “I love you.”

You were already aware of the fact that Mark loved you, but hearing the words from him stole your breath away. Tears welled up in your eyes, and not wanting him to see you cry, you looked away from him. The crying was obvious, though, and Mark jumped out of his sleeping bag to hold you.

“Am I really that bad?” he asked with genuine concern. For the first time, you saw a serious side of Mark, and your crying worsened.

“No, you’re really that great,” you choked out through tears. “I love you, too.”

It was Mark’s turn to cry, and there the both of you were, sitting on the beach, holding onto each other, and crying. You pulled away from him and placed your hands on his shoulder to look him in the eye.

“Stop crying, dummy,” you said. “Save that for tomorrow. Let’s be happy tonight.”

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” he laughed. “I’m generally very happy.”

“I know,” you replied. “C’mon, bring back the Mark I know.”

Once you both contained your tears, Mark began peppering your face with kisses. It was strange, especially since he was so afraid of PDA. You pushed him off of you.

“Salty,” he laughed.

“Hey, let’s go to sleep,” you said as you rolled over with your back to Mark. He scooted next to you, his chest pressed against your back as he cuddled you.

“Your hair stinks,” he whispered against your neck.

“Then why don’t you go home,” you replied.

“Don’t say things like that,” he said seriously. “You know I don’t want to go home.”

“I know,” you said. “Let’s go to sleep, please. I’m tired.”

“Okay,” he said. “But can I hold you?” His voice was full of nervousness, and you felt his uncomfortableness permeate the air.

“You don’t have to ask,” you said, “just go ahead.”

Mark let out a little smile and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. You could hear his steady breathing in your ear. You fell asleep to the lull of the ocean waves and Mark’s calm breathing.

You felt someone’s arms around you, their breathing in your ear, sand pressed against your face, and the hot sun beating down in you. It was morning, and you slid your hands into your sleeping bag to find your phone. It was eight in the morning, and tourists were already starting to spill on the beach. You woke up Mark, reminding him that you could be in a good amount of trouble if you got caught sleeping on the beach. You both grabbed your sleeping bags and the bamboo mat that was supposed to keep you both out of the sand, but it was to no avail.

Your beach house was closer to the place you had slept than his, so after sprinting to your home, the two of you collapsed on your front porch. After a few minutes of uncontrollable giggles, Momo ran outside, nearly hitting the both of you with the door in the process.

“We’re leaving in an hour, _____!” Momo said. “They’ve already packed up most everything.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Momo said. “Your mom hired that lady to clean up so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay,” you replied. “Mark, when’s your flight?”

“It’s not until nine o’clock tonight,” he said. “God, I wish you could stay here just a little longer.”

“I know, I know,” you said. “C’mon, we’ve got an hour. Let’s go to my room.”

“Okay,” Mark said with a questionable tone in his voice.

When the two of you were safely in the private confines of your room, he moved in to kiss you. Instead of responding, you pushed him off of you.

“Mark, what are you doing?” you asked.

“I thought…” his voice trailed off.

“If you bought we’re having sex, you thought wrong,” you laughed.

Mark’s face turned bright red. “You know I love you, right?” he said seriously.

“Yes, but I know if we do that, I’ll never be able to let you go,” you said.

“Oh.”

“Let’s just spend some time together,” you offered.

In the next thirty minutes, your conversations went everywhere. It was now just you and Mark, looking at each other. It was five minutes of just staring at one another, no talking, no touching. It was probably the most intimate thing you’d ever done with anyone. Finally, Mark bit his lip and leaned in to kiss you. When he pulled away from the short but sweet kiss, there were tears spilling down your face.

“I have to leave in ten minutes,” you said.

“I know,” he replied in a seriousness you’d never seen in him. His lighthearted cheerfulness was gone, and heartbreak was imminent.

“You should go,” you said. “It’ll just be easier.”

Mark nodded but pulled you into one last long kiss. “I love you and I already miss you.”

You bit your lip hard, trying everything in your power to keep you from crying even more. You watched Mark leave you for what seemed like forever, and you wondered if you would ever meet again. But you knew that the memories you made with him would never disappear. They said that first loves never worked out, but you both fervently prayed that one day, you would meet again.

[alreadyblondenow]

Too young, too soon

Mark Lee x reader // FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST  Summary: Telling your parents that you’re pregnant is never easy. But having someone beside you while you feel like your world is suddenly crashing down is a different kind of blessing that you don’t deserve. Mark was there holding your hand the whole time when you told your family about being pregnant. And he was right, your parent loves you.  Word Count: 6k Warnings: Sex, Someone will die, Mentions of other idols, depression, pregnancy, unprotected sex, cursing, drunk driving, lots of mentions of alcohol Note: DONT drink and drive please! And also use protection whatever happens

Cold Tea Bar, Kensington Canada September 2018

Jammed pack night full of students who wants to celebrate for the weekend. Mark Lee is the cutest bartender on duty tonight, well at least in your eyes. You saw him working with two other guys at the bar, Haechan and Jeno. And together they keep the people happy and loud with all the good drinks and with their charms.

The fact that there are seriously a lot of people in this small bar, you’re having a hard time getting Jeno’s attention to get some drinks. Jeno is your best friend’s boyfriend and Jeno always makes the drinks for your friends, that way you can get drinks much easier. But not tonight you guess you just have to wait patiently for Jeno instead.

Even though Mark was busy making drinks, serving and talking to people he still has time to flirt. He’s good at multitasking and talking to people was never a problem for him because its part of his job. “Hyuck, do you see that girl waiting at the corner” Mark was eyeing you and you saw Haechan glance at you. “Yeah, one of Jeno’s friends” Hyuck answered while getting two glasses at the rack. “Yo Jeno, your girl’s best friend is waiting there” Hyuck shouted, unfortunately Jeno is still busy with other customers and told the other two guys to take make you drinks.  “I think I’ll cover for you, she’s cute” Hyuck and Jeno nod their heads in disbelief.

The bar is still busy and so are the bartenders you see. There are three of them but none of them are taking orders at your side of the bar, together with other people patiently waiting. Of course you have no idea but Mark has something up his sleeves. You didn’t notice him slowly coming at the your side while serving tons of drinks. And by the time Mark is serving drinks in front of you already, you were speechless. How can someone looked so good while working under pressure with all these demanding teenagers?

“Y/n right?” his voice brought you back to reality. You were stuttering the whole time while telling him the drinks you need. “I need, uhm -“ you saw him mix something and serve the person beside you. His hands were busy but you know you got his attention, “4 tequila sunrise, and 1 vodka sprite” he smiled at you and nod. He grabs 5 glasses at the rack and made the drinks in front of you.

You noticed he’s pretty calm but quick with his moves, “the vodka sprite is for Jeno’s girlfriend. She will throw a fit if the mix is not right, thats why Jeno always makes her drinks” still stuttering with your words, you made sure you sound polite.

He let out a cute laugh, finishing the drinks but somehow you want him to move a bit slower so you could talk to him more. “I’ll tell you a secret, Jeno learned that mix from me” he told you with a slight smirk. Well that’s a relief you thought, the last thing you want is for your best friend and Jeno to fight.

“Out of these five drinks, which one is yours?” he asked with a smile, trying his best to talk loud, just enough for you to hear him.

“Uh- one of the tequila sunrise”  

He gets a tray and put all 4 drinks leaving your drink behind. “Give these to your friends, and enjoy your drink with me so we could talk more” that bold move made you smile from ear to ear. You do as you’re told and surprisingly he did talked to you the whole night while he was working. Haechan and Jeno teased him around because he was never like this with other customers at the bar. Just by talking to him while he’s working you already found out a lot of things about him. Born and raised in Canada but his parents lives in South Korea, you found out that you go to the same school, same year but different programs.

The night went on and on, laughing and talking to Mark as if you both knew each other for so long. You can’t help but notice that he was trying not to get you drunk so he could talk to you more and you were thankful for that. When its your time to go home with your friends, Mark really wanted to take you home instead but he figured it would be too much if he lets you wait for his shift to finish. “I’ll get your number from Jeno” he was making sure that this is not a one night fling. You smiled and nod leaving him to work.

On the next day, you woke up with a good morning text from Mark. A sweet and simple gesture that made you scream on your pillows.

‘Good morning y/n. I was hoping if we could continue spending time with each other? Its a Saturday and I don’t have bartender duties, I hope you’re free today.’

‘Oh by the way, this is Mark :)’

You read his message ten times already and you can’t believe you’re going out with the cutest bartender in Kensington today. To be completely honest you don’t know what to say to him everything he does makes you speechless. You were deleting and typing again and again, careful not to overdo things.

‘I hope your shift ended nicely and you got good rest. I’m free after lunch, we can meet somewhere if you want. Do you have something in mind?’

It was a beautiful day when you went out at the balcony, seeing your dad take care of his beloved plants. It is indeed a nice day to see Mark Lee again. In a mater of minutes, you received a text from Mark again. And it made you even more happier that he has actual plans on how to spend a beautiful day with each others company.

The day went on, and he looked more handsome under the sunlight and not the neon lights at the bar. He is comfortable to be with, awkward sometimes but he can save the situation and turn it into something interesting. You like how he gets so talkative and confident around you already, it makes you at ease. Even though he treated you with respect, everything feels too good to be true you can’t help but still doubt.

“Mark I didn’t mean to sound rude but, why me? I mean you serve drinks to girls prettier than me every week, talk to the hottest girls and you’re pretty handsome yourself and I’m this normal girl that’s nice enough to get drinks for her friends at the bar,and it just so happens that I caught your attention”

He chuckled and grabs your hand, “It’s a matter of choice y/n. You have everything and more, and I can prove that choosing you is a wise decision. It just so happens that this cute bartender only laid eyes on you” he kissed you on the cheek and told you go inside your house already. Like normal first dates, you never wanted the day to end. Just like how you never wanted to stop talking to him that night at the bar.

You wanted him to never forget this night so you bravely ran into him and kissed him on the lips for a hot minute. Making sure to leave enough heat on his body to keep him warm when he leaves. “I’m planning to have our first kiss on our third date actually” his voice is shaking, definitely startled. “I’m just proving you chose the right girl” you bit your lower lip, hoping you didn’t sound so cocky. To your surprise he kissed you again and again and again, enough to understand that hes yours starting tonight.

Being with Mark Lee is like a crazy roller coaster ride. Months have already passed since that fateful night and everyday since then is beautiful and full of love. Some days were slow, when you’re just watching him play and sing with his guitar while you study or do school stuff. Whenever he’s tired from work he will sweetly ask if you could stay with him so he could just lay on your chest and hug you while he enjoys playing with his hair until he sleeps. By the time you knew about Mark’s love for watermelon, sometimes you ate countless of watermelon in a day while talking about random stuff and loving each others company.

And some days were wild, when he fucks you senseless and go on for as many rounds as you want. Making out during his breaks at the bar for everyone to see that you belong to each other because to be honest you’re so sick of those girls who flirt with him. He sometimes get into fights at the bar whenever guys hit on you right in front of his eyes. He gets drunk after that so you wait for his shift to end, take him home and have make up sex and sleep at his apartment.

Even your parents thought Mark is a gem that you found in the middle of the bar, and both you and your parents think that Mark is different from the other guys you’ve been with. Juggling his studies, the relationship and his work was never a problem. He always finds time to spend with you because he is deeply and madly in love with you.

One crazy night, you were having so much fun with your friends and Mark has heart eyes on you the whole night. As usual the bar is packed and their favorite bartenders are serving drinks: Mark, Haechan and Jeno.

“Dude, you’re breaking my heart. You only have eyes on y/n now. You don’t love me anymore” Haechan whines while mixing drinks, making Mark laugh keeping himself busy again to avoid checking you out. Jeno on the other hand, spared a glance at your best friend when he saw someone familiar standing in front of you and his girl. Someone he will never forget because he was present at that time. He slowly made his way near Mark and told him maybe you’re in trouble because your ex showed up.

“Dude I’m telling you, that guy is trouble. He never treated y/n with respect. I was there when he mistreated y/n during my girlfriend’s party” but Mark Lee received his final warning from the manager, one more bar fight and his out.  

You knew that Mark is already aware of Jaehyun’s presence. You knew because you can feel Mark’s gaze from across the room. Of course you’re not insensitive, you quickly made your way to the bar so Mark can be at ease. He made his way to you, and kissed you before he serves drinks again making you your favorite tequila sunrise. Jaehyun came in out of nowhere and tickled your waist in front of Mark, Jeno was quick to hold his arm.

“Why did you went away?” Jaehyun is talking to you closely, you could smell his familiar musk making you uncomfortable. You bravely pushed him away something you wanted to do back when you were still dating, “Really? In front of my boyfriend Jaehyun? Get out of my face!” you figured if Mark cant start a fight because he’s on his final warning, you surely can and you’re not scared to be thrown out of the bar. Lucas is a nice bouncer, he wouldn’t dare throwing his friend’s girlfriend alone in the middle of the night.

Mark gave Jaehyun a shot of tequila and gestures him to go, pointing at the exit. Of course that hurt Jaehyun’s pride, “This bartender over me?” you wanted to punch Jaehyun so bad but you knew better. “Yes! A million times yes! Mark is not an asshole like you!” those words brought shame to Jaehyun, thankfully he left the bar with his friends without a word.

You were breathing heavily, your best friend came over to check up on you. The relationship you had with Jaehyun was traumatising, something you never mentioned to Mark. Your boyfriend gave you a glass of water, holding you close in his arms helping you to keep calm. “Thanks for putting up a fight for me” he cupped your face incredibly close to him. You kissed him quickly and told him to go back to work, “I’ll stay here where you can see me don’t worry” he winks at you, as if he’s telling you you’re in for a treat tonight.

The night went on peacefully and you decided to spend the night at Mark’s apartment which he thinks is a good idea. Mark got a little drunk last minute, so he’s ten times sweeter than he normally is. You noticed because he’s been kissing your cheeks every minute the whole car ride. Jeno was nice to take you and Mark home, your boyfriend was kissing and thanking Jeno for everything before he finally lets go and let him leave in peace. You and your best friend can only laugh at the scene.

Its a normal thing for the two of you to take care of each other, specially when one of you is drunk or tipsy. Good thing Mark is sober enough to change his own clothes and brush his teeth he knew you will seriously throw a fit if he goes to bed without brushing his teeth. You hand him a glass of water before you take a shower, “you sleepy already?” this time its you who gave him a kiss, he shook his head. “Not drunk anymore either” he’s quick to pull you for a tight hug, kissing your lips sweetly and taking his time with you. “I’ll shower first before everything else” you try to push him away giggling and pinching his cute butt. “aw-“

Your mind was clouded by what happened earlier that you forgot to bring your clothes with you at the bathroom. You didn’t have any choice but to walk into Mark’s room with just your towel. He whistled when you came in, telling you that he can smell you from where he’s seated. “Is this a new thing of yours? Walking into my room with only your towel?” he teased you making you both giggle and laugh.

“I will take off your clothes the moment you finished putting them on. I wont bother putting them If I were you”

Of all the many things Mark is good at, sweet talking is one of it. You tsked and walked slowly towards him, straddling him while he comfortably lays in bed. Gripping your towel tightly, careful not to let it fall. Mark let out a frustrated laugh and closed his eyes, “Y/n if I’m good at sweet talking you’re good at teasing” he knew you so well. You grind on his clothed crotch, making his thin pyjamas wet from your juices. “Please remove your towel, I want to see you” you didn’t stopped grinding on his hard crotch, slowly you let your towel fall making Mark impatient he grabbed the end of it and threw it somewhere on the floor.

He sat up meeting your lips, hands all over your body. Kissing each other hungrily like you’ve been away for a long time. You removed Mark’s shirt worshipping your boyfriend’s beautiful body and kissed his flawless abs, down to his abdomen removing his pyjamas and boxer briefs in one swift move. With no words or whatsoever, you suck him off like theres no tomorrow. His hands quick to be on top of your head, “Why do I feel like I’m getting rewarded every time you suck me off” he felt the vibration from your giggle.

You pump his cock while slowly sucking him off, playing with his head with a pool of spit in your mouth. Mark likes it filthy but he never mentions it to you because he’s a gentleman. Seeing your boyfriend’s parted lips while his eyes are closed, makes him ten times hotter always. “Oh y/n, baby - shit, you’re in trouble for making me feel so good right now” he managed to let out a threat even though he’s quivering. It’s obvious that he’s on edge already, you removed his cock from your mouth your hand played with his head, making him whine and quiver more he almost kicked you “So what? you want me to stop?”  

“No! - fucking - Im sorry please baby, put it back in your mouth” and you did, he smiled at you letting you know he’s thankful. After a few minutes, Mark is a whining mess cursing and breathing heavily under your touch while you try your best to keep his hips steady. You don’t always swallow his cum, but when you do he loses his mind and becomes a little rough in bed. Which you love.

You lay on his chest after sucking him off, listening to his heart beat feeling his fingers draw invisible lines on your back. “Your cum tastes like vodka” you both laughed at what you said. He was poking your pussy on purpose which you just let him do, “I wonder what your cum tastes like tonight?” you smiled at him, he kissed you in return. He loves seeing your hair perfectly falls to your side so he kept his eyes open the whole time you were kissing him softly.

Slowly pulling away from him you giggle at the sight of your boyfriend being needy of your kisses. “Mark Lee, tonight is your lucky night and your time to be a pillow princess” he looks at you for a second, hesitating since he wanted to make you feel good tonight. “Okay” he shifts to a better position in bed, making himself comfortable and waiting for your next move. “Hmm. Mark, I just remembered” you came closer to him, lips almost touching. “We don’t have condoms” you laughed at his reaction. Completely frustrated, groaning and massaging his forehead. “You planned this” he quickly accused you since you’re the one who keep on insisting to have sex without condoms these couple of days but he never let you win. “Oh y/n! You’re so good at teasing like - ugh! The things I want to do to you baby” you were still laughing while kissing his neck, marking him for the first time tonight.

“pullout”

“No way”

“Come on you’re Mark Lee. You can do anything” you sat in between his legs, kissing his abs slowly going down.

“Its not that I can’t do it, you know I can. And I kinda want to” he felt your kisses on his cock. Making him flinch, completely aware that your kisses are sweet traps. “Its dangerous, we don’t know what might happen” you groan in frustration, “Jeno does it all the time and she never gets pregnant. Come on, just this one time” his eyes widened by the mention of Jeno’s name, he didn’t expect that you will use Jeno in this type of situation. “I’m sorry” you knew what you did and you were guilty of it, “I shouldn’t have said that baby, I’m sorry” you stopped what you’re doing and lay on top of your boyfriend.

He hates seeing you like this. Maybe he can pullout just for tonight. You felt him tap your ass, you hum and looked at him. “I think” he gulps, he cant believe he’s actually saying yes, “Just don’t make me cum, I’ll make you cum tonight” you giggle like a little girl and quickly placed your hand on his cock making him hard again, kissing his nipples making him needy of you. He closed his eyes again savouring the pleasure.

You grind and grind on his cock, making it hard with your juices. He doesn’t say it but it makes him crazy feeling your pussy like this. “Baby It’s not even in yet” you stopped grinding because he looked like he’s about to cum. “Dont mind me, you’re hot. I can’t help it” he smiled at you completely letting go of all the worries running in his head.

When you finally lined his cock at your entrance and slowly pushing it in, the feeling was surreal. The pleasure when you grind more on his cock was addicting you can’t explain how good it is. It’s the first time both of you had sex without a condom and it made you both speechless. It felt like you’re having sex for the first time again. Only your moans and Mark’s surrounds the room. You were panting and breathing hard, hoping Mark could talk to you. But instead he switched the positions making you underneath him, his lips never left yours. You felt him slowly pullout and it made you whine, a little disappointed. “Baby why -“ but the moment you voiced out your disappointment, he came slamming in your pussy making you moan a little louder than before.

His pace was slow, enough to make you both crazy and at the same time wanting for more. Mark is completely taking control now, “Remind me to fuck you raw again next time” you gasped at what he just said leaving you in awe and making you more turned on. You switched positions again making you on top, straddling him. “You won’t give up, do you?”  he intertwines his fingers with yours, kissing both of your knuckles. “Nope. Told you I want to take control tonight” he nods in approval, he grabs your boobs while you grind on top of him. The view of you grinding slowly and then suddenly bouncing on his cock, not taking your eyes off him is something he will never forget.

He slapped your ass leaving you shocked. “Is that that the best you got, don’t make me switch positions again” you scoffed and doubled your pace making his head turn left and right, “You’re saying that as if you’re not on edge already. Mark, baby, you don’t know what you’re saying” you bite back.

“You’re right- fuck - Im gonna cum” to his surprise you switched positions again, encircling your arms around his neck kissing him like crazy.

“Pullout. Show me you can” you challenged him again.

He smirked and sucked his thumb, putting it on your clit stimulating you while he pounds your pussy. You regret putting him in charge again, you feel your high coming making your legs weak. “Oh my go- Mark!” You whine and moan making him stop when you already came. You saw him pullout, pump his cock and ruining his blue sheets, his eyes still not leaving you. Still on high from your orgasm , you cover your face with all your energy left telling him to stop looking at you.

“Mark, stop looking at me while you jerk off. You’re turning me on”

You closed your eyes still avoiding his gaze, but he went in between your legs again spreading your folds and licks your cunt. Making you quiver and gasp pushing his head away from your pussy but you feel so weak. All you can do now is give in to what he’s doing. You came again for the second time tonight, and you swear you feel so tired.

Mark felt so accomplished by making you feel good and tired tonight. He didn’t expect that fucking you raw can make him more addicted to you than he already is. You felt wet kisses all over your body, hearing him giggle and laugh from time to time. “Hmm. Im not yet tired. Want round two?” He licks your hard nipples, touching and pinching them to wake you up. You both know that saying no to round two will only make you both horny the next day.

“Give me a few minutes” you asked of him.

“Nope. Nu-uh” he’s teasing your slit again, making you sensitive and shiver under him.

Starting that night, you’ve drawn to each other even more. And having sex at least once a week without condom became a thing for the both of you. It’s not that having sex with condoms bore you, it’s just that Mark fucking you raw made the sex even more better than before.

“I’m telling you! He was completely out of his mind the moment-“ Mark quickly covers your mouth before you tell Jeno everything about the first night you two fucked raw. Jeno was laughing the whole time teasing Mark while he mixed drinks, not letting Mark get away with this.

“You’re so dead later” Mark threatened you again with a kiss on your temple.

After a few weeks, Mark insists on using condoms again because he’s scared he might not control himself anymore and cum instead you. “Is it too late for me to try taking pills?” he didn’t stopped you when you suggested it, “only if you’re comfortable with taking it, okay?” You nod.

When your final wave of exams are finished, everyone was out celebrating. That means Mark will be busy serving drinks again on a Friday night. Your best friend wants to get drunk so bad because she and Jeno had a fight. All you can do is be with her, meddling with other’s relationship is not actually your thing. You can only assure to Jeno that you’re taking care of her.

“Don’t let her drink too much” Jeno begs. You both know that your best friend is stubborn and she gets a little too alcoholic whenever they fight. “I’ll try” you said, giving him a frown and you went back to the table.

You felt sick a minute after your best friend threw up for the third time tonight. The smell of her puke made you dizzy and throw up too. You wished for this night to end soon.

Mark was quick too find you the moment you’re nowhere to be found around the area. He found you on the bathroom floor leaning on the wall. “Y/n, what on earth? I barely gave you drinks tonight” you felt so weak, your head hurts you cant speak.

The next day, you woke up on Mark’s bed wearing one of his shirts and comfortable sweatpants. You saw him on his small kitchen making pancakes, while drinking coffee. You quietly sneaked behind him giving him morning kisses and thanking him for taking care of you last night. “To make you feel  even better, Jeno made amends last night he apologised before they went home” it indeed made you feel better but not physically, you feel like throwing up again leaving Mark at the kitchen and running to the bathroom as quick as you can.

You threw up on the toilet making you feel disgusted to yourself, cursing all the alcoholic beverages you drank last night. Mark came in leaning on the door with a glass of water, worried about you and to what’s happening in your body. He didn’t want to think about it, but he suspects you’re pregnant.

“When was the last time you had your period?” That question from Mark made you completely irritated. You shrugged it off, not telling him a word. Thinking maybe he’s right.

The whole morning was quiet, something that never happens whenever you and Mark spend breakfast together. You asked him to take you home because you’re worried your parents might get mad at him.

When you got home, you checked your menstrual cycle only to find out you’re four weeks late. You were scared of course. Mark knew what exactly you were going to do so he didn’t leave yet. You saw him standing outside your room, looking at you as if he knew already what you just found out.

“I’m here. I’ll take responsibility”

You cried and cried that night while Mark holds you tight. Blaming no one but yourself. Mark is trying his best to comfort you and be with you, letting you know that he will never leave you all throughout the process. “All we have to do is be honest with the people around us. Specially to your parents, they love you. Im sure sure they help is through this. I’ll talk to my parents as well” hearing him talk like this makes you wonder what did you do deserve Mark.

Telling your parents that you’re pregnant is never easy. But having someone beside you while you feel like your world is suddenly crashing down is a different kind of blessing that you don’t deserve. Mark was there holding your hand the whole time when you told your family about being pregnant. And he was right, your parent loves you.

Nothing was easy about teenage pregnancy. It challenges you mentally and physically. You feel like a completely different person when you first saw your baby bump, but nothing compared to the feeling when the doctor told you and Mark that you’re having a baby boy.

“Okay, how about Marco? Marcus? So we could call him Marky” you laughed at the baby names your boyfriend suggests. They’re not bad, but it’s funny how he still wants to name the baby after his name.

When the day finally came, you were fighting for your life and you were sent to the hospital 2 weeks early before the estimated date of your delivery. Everyone was nervous, and patiently waiting outside the delivery room. And when the doctor finally came out, everyone burst into tears.

“Her delivery was not easy, but y/n and the baby are safe now”

Mark Wanted to scream, and tell everyone in the hospital how he’s so proud of you for fighting for your own life and for Marco’s. When he saw you and his baby for the first, he cried. Telling soft wishes beside the baby’s ear, playing with it’s small hands.

You and Mark were great parents even though you’re both young for that role. He had double shifts at the bar so he can earn more. Telling everyone that you delivered the baby safely and that he’s saving up so people will start seeing him more and serving more drinks.

You on the other hand, is completely hands on with your son, taking care of him 24/7 and not letting anyone touch your baby except Mark and your parents. You decided to leave school and return next year with Mark so the both of you can provide a great future for your baby.

The baby is now five months old and everyone is excited to meet him. But its not safe to bring him on Jeno’s birthday. So you asked for your parents to look after baby Marco for tonight. You and Mark kissed baby Marco goodbye as you went out to head to the bar.

“Do you think it’s right to make your parents take care of our baby just because it’s Jeno’s birthday?” Mark asked.

“I feel guilty too baby, but you need to work. And I promised Jeno. Besides its only for tonight and Im not drinking tonight, not a drop” he nods.

When you both arrived at the bar, Mark went straight to work, kissing you a couple of times before letting you go. As usual your best friend is already drunk, but trying her best to sober up because she’s the one driving you home tonight. You greet Jeno a happy birthday, telling him to stop giving his girlfriend alcohol and start giving her water.

“And speaking of water, heres yours my love” Mark gave you a glass of water reaching for a kiss. “Mark Im going to be drunk tonight, drunk in love” your boyfriend blushed but rolls his eyes on you.

You went back to your best friend with her glass of water, making her drink all of it. “Y/n I want to go home. I promised Jeno I wouldn’t stay late because I have early classes tomorrow” you nod and helped her gather her stuff, putting her jacket on. Mark was serving drinks at the other side of the bar, so you made Jeno tell him that you went home already.

Mark was grabbing a glass at the rack when suddenly one of it slipped through his hand, something that never happened before. “It’s okay I got it, go make drinks they want 10 rum cokes. You’re the expert” Hyuck grabs the broom and cleaned up.

Talking to people while mixing drinks is his thing, he heard Jeno called him a few times but he ignored him and kept on taking orders from people. He felt someone grabbed him from behind only to find out it was Jeno. Tears falling completely speechless.

When someone finally talked to Mark about what happened, his world stopped.

That night, you and your best friend died from car crash.

Mark was beyond heartbroken. He never talked to Jeno ever again because he’s scared he might hate him for the rest of his life. He asked for some time before he’s ready to face his best friend again. After the funeral, Mark talked to your parents and begged them to take care of Marco. Not because he’s running away from his responsibilities but because he knew he can’t take care of his son if he’s depressed. Mark never felt so lonely in his life.

He went back to Korea to his parents to seek comfort and asked them to help him stand with his own feet again. He experienced a different kind of sadness every day, crying every night because you’re alive and well in his dreams, he sometimes imagine that you’re still alive and making himself believe that you’re still here. But Mark knew better. He’s desperate to move on and be better for his son.

After a year, Mark is still experiencing the stages of grief meaning he’s still not capable of taking care of his son, which he agrees. But he realised its not right for him to miss out on in his son’s growth. Slowly with the help of his parents and your parents, he fixed himself again for his son. Although he’s still grieving, he pushes himself to go back to school and finish college. It’s something you would him to do.

5 years later

All is well and on the right track again. Marco grew well with the help of everyone who witnessed him struggle. Mark is financially stable and has a proper home for him and his son. The boy is still young to understand about death but Mark made sure you’re always present in their lives. Keeping pictures of you around the house so he’s familiar with your beautiful face, trying his best on teaching his son the way you would teach him so he would live up just like his mother.

Whenever little Marco and Mark forgets to brush their teeth Mark will always remind him that you will get mad, “Come on you little dork, if mom is here she will surely yell at us.”

Mark cried when Marco asked why he doesn’t have a mom, “No baby don’t say that. Mom is watching us from above, you don’t need to worry about a thing. Were both here with you”

By the time Marco was not so baby anymore and he finished grade school “Mom is proud of you kiddo” Mark finally brought him to your grave and explained what happened as light as possible so he wouldn’t get sad overwhelmed.

As part of moving on and forgiving, Mark and Jeno finally talked again after years and years of building their life again. Jeno and Haechan became great uncles to Marco, taking care of him with all their might because they see you in you in your son.

Mark never understood why such tragedies occur in your life, but he believes that you can take care of both him and your son from up there and that comforts him.

The end. ................................................. Masterlist Thanks for reading! If you came to this point, I hope you enjoyed it! I tried writing something longer but this is all I could manage. hehe.