Mark bit his lip, burying his face into the sheets of the bed as he felt the tip of the dildo prod at his hole, blush deepening when he heard a low chuckle from you.
“You sure you’re okay, baby?” You asked your hands on either side of his hips, thumbs rubbing over his skin smoothly
He nodded, and made a muffled noise of confirmation.
“So quiet,” You smiled, squeezing him, and Mark whimpered “Why don’t you tell me how much you want it, hm?”
There was a hesitant silence, in which Mark lifted up his head, and though he was facing away from you, you could practically hear his lip quivering. He was scared, you knew that- you’d bought a much bigger strap than Mark had ever taken, and to be honest, bigger than you’d ever used- but it wasn’t hard to tell how much he wanted it, judging by his flushed face, desperate whines, and most notably, his rock hard cock that had been practically dripping for the past at least minute.
“Please mommy…” He whispered finally “I-…I need your cock so bad please- g-gape me mommy,”
Your smile widened, and slowly, you pushed inside him, the lube squelching as it pressed against the boy. Mark was immediately responsive, body tensing, grasping at the sheets, and a long but quiet moan leaving his lips as the dildo disappeared inside him.
“That’s right baby,” You soothed, rubbing your hands along his skin “Such a good boy for me. Just tell mommy when you’re ready, yeah?”
Mark blushed at the praise, and hid his face in the covers again. There was a pause, where you simply continued to trace your fingers up and down Mark’s back, and his thighs, until he whimpered.
“O-okay,”
You slowly pulled your hips back, and then pushed back into him, smirking as Mark whined into the sheets.
“You’re doing so well baby boy,” You whispered “So good at taking mommy’s cock,”
At your words, Mark’s whines only became louder. You steadily began to speed up, until soon you were going a reasonably fast pace, and your boyfriend was moaning unrestrained beneath you, occasionally what sounded like a choked sob leaving him, but he wasn’t crying.
“F-faster- please-” He managed between his moans
You complied, licking your lips as you watched Mark stretch with the dildo, and appreciating the way his back arched every now and then. It was a couple more seconds until the boy practically screamed, and it was sudden, too.
“Oh?” You raised a brow
“Fuck- again- again- ah- please don’t stop-”
You readjusted yourself, and continued pounding into him, supposedly hitting his prostate. Mark’s moans immediately became much, much louder, and his body jerked slightly before he began to move his hips back in time with you, muttering incoherent begging.
“G-gonna- cum- please mo- mommy- ahh-”
“Cum for me, baby,”
After a moment, he did, hips moving sporadically as cum shot out of him and onto the bed sheets. You slowly licked your lips, smirking as, after Mark had come down from his high, you pulled out.
“Such a good boy,” You muttered, squeezing his thighs, eyes fixed on his hole, that was opening and closing slightly with his heavy breathing, and that was obviously far more stretched than just minutes ago
“Thank…you-” Mark breathed
“Anything for someone as pretty as you,” You smirked, and smacked his ass lightly, eliciting yet another whimper
Markwhimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to fidget too much as he waited, helplessly draped over your leg with you slowly caressing his upper thighs.
“You look nervous, baby,” you drawled, smirking slightly
“I-” Mark started, but cut himself off as he felt a sudden, harsh slap against his ass, his words quickly turning into a rather loud moan
You chuckled, watching as Mark’s ears became redder and redder.
“What a sound,” You cooed, “You liked that?”
Mark didn’t reply- he tried to open his mouth, but all that came out was stunted noises from the back of his throat. He heard you laugh again, before you brought another harsh hand to his ass, and then did it again. The boy whined, practically panting, his hands on the floor with his arms extended, holding himself up, but he knew if you kept this up, his arms would give out a lot quicker than he’d ever admit out loud.
“I asked if you liked it, baby,” You spoke again, voice more demanding this time
Mark squeaked- of course he liked it, and he knew you knew that- you could feel his practically dripping cock very clearly against your bare thigh, but he also knew you weren’t gonna stop until you heard him say it aloud.
“I-I-” He started, before another slap landed on him, and he moaned again “Yes- please punish me-”
You smirked.
“Punish you?” You cocked your head despite knowing Mark couldn’t see you “Why would I be doing that?”
“I-I thought this was because I was-” The boy hesitated “…I thought it was because I was whining in your ear in front of everyone else before…”
“Oh no, baby,” You growled, and Mark whimpered at your tone “The punishment for that hasn’t begun at all,”
Request: Could you do an NCT reaction (any subunit) to their s/o being scared of the dark and panicky at night? Thanks loves!
Taeyong: “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m here.” – an actual angel and will take care of you, making sure you don’t feel uncomfortable.
Doyoung: “Is there anything I can do to ease you, baby?” – Cuddles? Hot Chocolate? Night Lights? Don’t worry! This little sweetheart has it all sorted.
Taeil: “Don’t worry, beautiful - I’ve got it all under control.” - Taeil will probably hunt fairy lights from somewhere, if he cant find any he’s going to take a trip to the store and make sure to find you some. He doesn’t want you scared of the dark.
Mark: “Lets get you a flash light… and some cuddles - to keep you safe.” He wouldn’t really know much on what to do so he’s going to ask his hyungs what would be the best option in this situation, bad idea. So he just resorts to warm milk, dimmed lights and cuddling you until you fall asleep.
Ten: “I’m not scared of the dark, you are. – wait. we both are…” Yeah you’re pretty much doomed here, this little bundle of love is scared of pretty much anything so you’ll probably be comforting him more than he’s comforting you.
Jaehyun: “Do you want any snacks? how about a flashlight? you want to build a pillow fort and put some lights in there?” – Jaehyun is high-key concerned about this, so he’ll do anything to keep you feeling comfortable. What a keeper.
you feel yourself become filled with an almost childish glee when bestfriend!marksuggest for you two to go on the ferris wheel together with the last two tickets you have to wrap up the day spent at the amusement park together. hand in hand you step into a pale blue cabin as you watch the cotton candy skies with a bright wonder in your eyes. you point out different shapes of clouds, remarking on how the little lion-shaped one reminded you of mark. he smiles shyly at your comment, his gaze meeting yours for a split second before returning to the sky ahead of the both of you. you could feel your heart start to race a bit faster from his warm eyes meeting yours. as the ferris wheel starts to slow down, you feel a slight tap on your shoulder coming from mark. you turn towards him, puzzled before he places a tender kiss upon your lips. you feel yourself pause at the sudden feeling of his soft lips against yours while you were registering that mark lee, your best friend of nine years and that you hopelessly pined in those said nine years, was in fact kissing you. you felt your heart suddenly race and your stomach flutter as you gave into his touch, his hands slowly cupping your face. you could feel your cheeks burn up furiously and you were almost certain your knees would have given out if you weren’t seated. when you two parted lips, your face still cupped in his hands, he smiles softly at you before he utters quietly under his breath.
summary : HOEPROTOCOL:ACTIVE. Main objective? Protect Princess Karina from the Black Mamba, obvi. And please- don’t jeopardize the mission just because Mark Lee from Public Speaking class is coming your way.
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Sighing, you exchange glances at Ryujin, Lia, Giselle, and Yeri. They already look exhausted, all ears and advice to the girl with long black hair. It’s been an hour since you all arrived at Nu Chi Tau, they are hosting the semester break party. It’s that time of the year, when the students finished their semester finals, it’s time to loosen up after all the mathematical equations stuck on their head, or those sociology theories, or heck, maybe the vitamin contents of a basket of oranges.
“Karina, honey. You’ve been downing your 6th glass of beer tonight. You might wanna slow down now.” You start, touching your friend’s shoulder. She looks absolutely stunning tonight, but hammered as fuck, only letting out a little chuckle from her lips.
Ryujin and Giselle can only shake their heads. They literally did this 2 days ago, when Karina was bawling her eyes out at the sorority dorm, she didn’t get up from her bed, except she had to pee. You and Yeri had to drive to the nearby McDonalds, getting her comfort food, McNuggets with honey mustard on the side. Lia was in charge to stash her some chocolates, to supply some serotonin up in her pretty brain.
For tonight, you and the girls actually promised Karina to accompany her in the dorm while the rest of the house is partying. But then suddenly she jolted out of her bed, showered, and put on one of her best dresses, the glittery purple one. Sis really said “I’m getting fucking ripped tonight.”, and told all of you to dress up and put makeup on.
And yet, here you are. With your other 4 pretty friends. One is heartbroken-drunk. The rest of them are only here for moral support, not even bothered to find some boys to be tormented or girls to talk with. Just vibing in the dark blue velvet couch together, right in the middle of the living room of some frat house.
Karina sniffles, it looks like she ran out of beer. She starts to turn her head left and right, looking for some beer keg for her to kick in. “m’getting more beeeeer..” she said, completely hammered.
Lia sighs, seizing the red cup from Karina’s hand. Shaking her head, Lia nags, “You are not getting more, miss. I am sending you to detention.”
“No, ma’am. I will not. But please don’t send me to detention, ma’am.” Karina pouts, with her glimerry eyes, drunk Karina is something else. You chuckle at them, then go back to scanning the whole living room, packed with dudes and girls, dancing and grinding to each other. On some occasions, you may spot a wild Hendery Wong chugging a whole ass Tequila bottle with Yangyang, Chenle, and Renjun in the background chanting “Chug! Chug! Chug!”.
But today, all you can see is a pack of dudes playing Just Dance on PlayStation 5 or whatever. You thought you saw Ten Lee from Psychology major, playing a tight match against Taeyong Lee from Fine Arts major, but then a boy caught your eye.
“Girls, the fucking snake has landed. I repeat, the fucking snake has landed. Activate the hoe protocol. I repeat, activate the hoe protocol.” You quickly announce your friends. In a flash, they tidy their hair and dress up.
Jeno Lee. A boy from the Nuclear Engineering major. He had the AUDACITY to cheat on your best friend, with an unknown girl from his class. Karina found out and dumped his ass, but still, crying and heartbroken. He begs for her forgiveness, but you and the girls forbid her to get back to him. And now, all you wanna do is just lit his fucking ass on fire.
“Roger that. Y/n and Giselle, bring the Princess faraway from this fucking Black Mamba. Far, far away. Please, I can’t stand this man and I will personally whoop his ass and-”
“ROGER THAT, RYUJIN. I think we all agree that we can jump him afterparty. I say we tie him into a tree, yes?” Giselle cuts off, giving a hand gesture for Ryujin to calm the fuck down.
“I have a better idea, do y’all maybe wanna cut off his-”
“Okaaaay maybe we can activate the protocol now.” Yeri joins in, cutting Lia off before she can continue her words about slaughtering something.
Karina, still dazed, not knowing what is happening. She is being dragged by you and Giselle, into a whole new part of the frat house that can only be unlocked when you go straight ahead from the huge ass ping-pong table in the middle of the goddamn house. The girls separated ways to activate the protocol, to spy on Jeno and distract Karina. But knowing Ryujin, she probably would’ve lit Jeno’s ass on fire right now. But no, she can’t jeopardize the whole team right now. Jumping Jeno is the final stage. Not now.
You, Giselle, and Karina are currently in the kitchen right now. Sitting on the top of the kitchen counter, eyes closely watching Karina chugging a whole ass glass of water. She needs it right now, considering the amount of alcohol running through her systems. You scan the whole floor from the kitchen, you probably just know a few faces, but not all of them. Giselle is busy typing on her phone, probably just busy tweeting on her Deadpool stan account.
Sighing, you come down from the counter, start rummaging through the fridge. One by one, you gain more and more information from frat life. Turns out these are what they consume on the regular : milk; leftover orange chicken from panda express; watermelon that is gouged out, probably with a fucking soup spoon (who the fuck eats watermelon with a fucking soup spoon?); burnt out cheesecake; frosted flakes (why the fuck do they put a whole ass cereal in a fucking fridge?); a few rotten veggies; quinoa; a fucking candle, a fucking TV remote, and a whole ass ipad pro. Yes, and an ipad pro. Inside a fucking fridge. In conclusion : men are weird.
Disgusted, you quickly shut the fridge door and glance at Giselle and Karina. “I’ll never open a fucking frat fridge again, ever.” you announce,
Karina just laughed a bit, she’s probably not sober yet. Giselle just snickers at you without looking up from her phone. “Tell me about it.”
“It’s so fucking weird, they literally put everything in there. There’s a whole ass ipad in there. And worse, a fucking watermelon, gouged out, I don’t know what these men use- but it looks like they used a fucking garden shovel.” You explain, complete with a gesture that you are purely disgusted.
Looking at you directly, Giselle is convinced. She is now doing the throwing up expression, and proceeds to hold up her index finger. “Hold up, let me tweet about it. Men are fucking gross. Tweet. Tweet sent.”
Giselle and her twitter wonders, you can only roll your eyes about it. The reason you use twitter is to thirst over Sebastian Stan, and maybe to retweet memes and collect them.
“Uh yes, about that- That’s me. And I use a spoon. We’re men, but not that barbaric.” You hear a voice from your back. Oh god. Giselle just gasps, while Karina is downing another glass of water.
The embarrassment. You can’t even cope with it anymore. You’re just ready to apologize to whoever it is, and probably drag Giselle and Karina out of the kitchen to find another place to hide from Jeno the fucking Black Mamba. You turn around slowly, tidying your hair. Well at least if you’re going to be embarrassed, you’re gonna look good.
“Look, I’m terribly sorry, I just thought it was weird to eat a whole ass watermelon with a-”
It’s Mark Lee, from the public speaking class. International Relations and Affairs major.
“-oh it’s you. Should’ve known you’re that kind of guy.” You’re relieved to see him. You once used to be a partner with him in public speaking class, he’s a great guy for an assignment. Responsible and filled with ideas.
He giggles, his blue hair is half wet, probably because of the sweat that he produced, considering the frathouse is fucking packed. His earrings and necklaces really complemented his green sweatshirt.
"Yeah. I’m actually the only one who eats the watermelon here. Everyone else is just hooked into either junk food or overpriced organic shit.. Except for Johnny, he has a wholeass Frosted Flakes stock for a year, Kellogg’s sent him because he was wearing that damn Tiger costume in a Halloween party, posted it on Instagram, and tagged Kellogg’s. As for Xiaojun and Hendery, they can live with Bella’s food.” he explains, with a canned beer in hand.
“Who is Bella?”
“She’s our lovely dog. During a party like this, we keep her on the second floor. Specifically in Lucas’ room.”
“So, if Lucas brings a girl upstairs, then Bella will be watching?” You raise your brow at him, he chokes on his beer.
“Technically speaking- maybe. Wh-why would you wanna know that?” He asks back, coughing from the drink that he choked on.
You just chuckle at him as a response, while being mesmerized by his choice of outfit. Pretty neat for a frat boy who is recently just confessed that he is the one who eats a watermelon like a fucking wild beast. He rubs his neck, looks more flustered than before.
“Um, Y/n.. I know it’s probably gonna sound weird but..” he starts, looking down on you, since he’s a little taller than your figure. You wait in anticipation, the party itself is already shit once Jeno comes crashing, and you did insult the entire frat kitchen though, so nothing’s gonna surprise you anymore.
He glances at Karina, who is currently holding her own head like her life is depended on it. Giselle, on the other side, is busy taking selfies, probably sending snaps to that one boy named Shotaro, who once sent an entire box full of glazed Krispy Kreme to your dorm. He’s a sweet boy, and probably is out somewhere in this frat house, dancing his ass off like his rent is due tomorrow.
“See, my friend, Donghyuck- or maybe you girls just know him by Haechan, he saw your friend there, and he wants to get to know her.” He says, pointing at the girl in a glittery purple dress, who is now done holding into her head like her life is depended on it, is now back to chugging water.
Your eyes follow his fingers, and you’re thinking real hard. Is it the right time to introduce Karina to a new guy? Are they gonna make it? You made a mental bet to yourself, she ain’t gonna budge. A part of her still wants Jeno back, but it is mandatory to follow the new rules that you and the girls made : Jeno Lee is fucking canceled. But it’s probably good for the distraction part. But poor Haechan, he’ll be a rebound.
“You sure? My girl Karina here just broke up with a fucking snake. Or maybe you boys just know him by Jeno. Think your friend can live as a rebound?” You lift your eyebrow at Mark, he takes another sip of his beer.
“Affirmative. Jeno’s one of us, but after hearing the news about the affair, I now believe that he is a shitty man.” He answers, and you nod. Finally, a boy who knows the clear line between wrong and right, not caring whether Jeno is one of his frat brothers or not. This man has a brain.
“And about Donghyuck.. Well, his head is practically made out of rock. He is capable of not giving up on someone. I’m sure he’ll work it out, he won’t be a rebound.” He continues,
Okay. Now you’re convinced. But if so, why is he not here? Why did he send Mark from Public Speaking class to talk to you instead of himself?
“And where is that friend of yours now? If he doesn’t really give up on someone, can he just come over and talk to Karina himself? Instead of sending his friend to talk to her friend?” You ask, glancing at his beer. “Anyway, where did you get that? All I see is just beer keg, not the canned ones.”
He looks down on his hand, glancing at the beer that he holds. “Yeah no, I bought this myself. Beer from the keg tastes like shit.”
Damn straight. That’s why you decided to avoid the goddamn beer that Karina’s been drinking. It tastes like shit. It has always been. Kudos to him for understanding.
“Donghyuck is watching from afar. He said he will come over once the introduction is completed. I’m only a messenger here, to notify you to notify your friend so she’ll be notified that a boy would like to get to know her.” he continues, and you just shrug.
“D’accord, monsieur. I will notify my friend so she will be notified that a boy would like to get to know her.” you answer, copying his tone from earlier. He chuckles, fishing out his phone out of his pocket. He’s probably busy notifying his friend that you’ll notify your friend so she is notified that a boy would like to get to know her.
“Uh, one question.” You hold your index finger up, gaining his attention from the phone. He nodded his head, “Don’t y’all got some bro-code in this house? Like, is dating one brother’s ex allowed?”
Mark laughs, “Jaehyun is the president this year. This bro-code doesn’t exist, not on his watch! If you decided to break a girl’s heart and one of your brother is willing to make her happy, then it’s your fucking problem. The whole house has nothing to do with it.”
Informed and satisfied, you mutter him a small “Okay”, and shuffle back to Karina, whose face is now fresher than before, probably all the water she chugged like her life depended on it has finally put an end to the alcohol running (but Yeri, as a med student, swore it doesn’t work that way). Seeing you, she flashes a smile.
“Hi there, pretty, is that your boyfriend?” she starts, pointing at Mark, who is now glued to his phone again. Ah yeah. Yeri is correct, the water doesn’t work that way towards the beer, but at least she is getting better.
You throw a stare at her, “No. But he has a friend that wants to get to know you. Like, right now.”
You can feel that Giselle is putting down her phone, scooting over, closer to you and Karina. “See, Karina, my love, every gentleman wants a piece of you! You don’t need that snake.”
Nodding, you approve of Giselle’s word of wisdom. “Gigi’s correct. This is your time to shine, boo. Remember, activate the hoe protocol, right?”
Karina grins at the two of you, tidying her dress and coming down from the kitchen counter. “Yeah. Okay. Bring him. Anyway, how do I look?”
“Perfect. Okay, Y/n, bring him in.” Giselle answered, sweeping Karina’s hair to the side.
Affirmative, you stick a thumbs up to Mark, who is now standing right beside a boy who is dressed in a pink-white checkered shirt and a white t-shirt underneath. You swore you almost cackled when you first saw the way his pants and necklace matched Mark. So, those frat boys also have friendship outfits or what?
Receiving the signals, Mark pushed his friend lightly while saying something, probably some good-luck spell or something. Haechan takes light steps toward you, Karina, and Giselle. The way he walks really indicates that he’s pretty confident. Probably the type to smooth talk his way out of something.
As Haechan approaches Karina, you signal Giselle to scram together or something, to leave them with their moment, but of course, you still gotta keep tabs on her sometime, because she is in no condition to be left alone completely. You’re preparing to take your leave from the kitchen, but Giselle still managed to pull you closer, whispering something.
“You mind babysitting Ms. Yoo with her new man? I gotta grab something real quick.”
You eye her, “Giselle, you know what, if you really need to see that Shotaro boy somewhere in this house, I completely understand. You don’t really need to say that you gotta grab some-”
“OKAY Y/n, I’ll see you in a bit. You know what, maybe you can have some fun with that canned beer guy-”
“Okay, Giselle. Just get lost before I change my mind.” You cut her off, she responds by giggling and makes her exit. She’s probably right, spending time with Mark from Public Speaking class won’t be bad either. But probably not, since he’s probably not interested, and you’re definitely not the type to chase boys around.
You sigh. Trying to leave the sight of Haechan and Karina giggling together like 12 years old. Ew. Karina has cooties. You can’t help but notice Mark again, who is about to leave the kitchen area with the same canned beer he held a few minutes ago. He mutters something, but you can’t seem to hear what he’s saying, since the goddamn music from the big ass speakers is practically covering the whole house. Gulping, you finally believe that he’s not interested, because he just walked away from the scene where you’re a third wheel.
Defeated, you sigh while walking to the white dining room, staying true to your purpose of the night : watching Karina like a fucking eagle, while the rest of your friends are probably getting Tequilla shots with Hendery, or probably planning Jeno’s embarrassment scene, or probably joining the Just Dance competition with that Shotaro boy. Oh well, only god knows it.
As you sit on the dining chair, you can’t help but notice the big ass pizza box sitting in the center of the dining table. A piece of pepperoni pizza won’t hurt, you thought to yourself. You finally stretch your hand to the brown large box with large pieces of pepperoni pizzas inside it. You’ve always loved pepperoni pizza, especially when someone would accompany you to eat one.
Checking every bit of the pizza, you choose the one with 7 pepperoni pieces on it, you already counted each one of them, the rest only have like 5-6 pieces. As you take a bite from the pizza, you hear a notification sound from your phone, it’s a message.
Mark from Public Speaking class : wya? still cookin’ in the kitchen? thought you want some canned beer
You chuckle at the message. This guy is pretty cute, he really paid attention to what you said earlier. You type back to him using your left hand, for your right hand is holding a piece of a big ass pizza.
Y/n : haha yeah im at the dining room Y/n : the pizza’s great, im starving Y/n : you literally left the crime scene as soon as they linked up
You put down your phone, still munching on the pizza that you grabbed a while ago. Watching Karina and Haechan from afar, like a goddamn mother whose job is to spy, but spying after her daughter. They look like they’re having the conversation of their life. Okay. Good for them. But you can’t help but feel jealous, you want what they have, but with who?
“Really can’t believe you took the one with the most pepperonis on it. I was marking that one, but you stole it.” You hear a familiar voice resonating through your left ear, and then to your right ear. Someone sits in a dining chair beside you, placing a tall canned beer on the table, right beside your phone.
Chuckling, you know who exactly it is. You turn your head facing him, his lips forming a wide smile, and his hair is already swept to the side, no more signs of sweat rolling down his forehead. His eyes glued to the pizza box, completed with his hand reaching to the biggest slice on the box.
“Hey, first come first serve, you know. Like I said, you fled the scene.” You let out a giggle, finally finishing the pizza slice on your right hand, but you left out the crust on a piece of tissue. Still staring at his facial features, he’s actually very attractive when up close.
He turns his eyes from the pizza to you and lets out a little chuckle. On the other hand, you can feel your heart beating very fast.
“Did I? I was heading back to my room, getting some more canned beer for you. I thought I already told you, though?” He answers, while munching the pizza.
Oh shit. He’s cute. Adorable. Lovely. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Even if he’s munching a goddamn pizza like a fucking kid. Absolutely stunning. You just know that moment, you’re probably getting the cooties from Karina, and this is the side effects. Crushing on Mark from Public Speaking class.
And that’s when you realize that he was actually muttering something to you, not some random words, right before he left. You just couldn’t hear him earlier. You can feel the nervousness kicking in. He’s just too good to be true, right now. A model student living in a fraternity house, cute, caring, responsible, creative, a gentleman, he’s absolutely perfect. His only flaw is he’s eating a fucking watermelon with a soup spoon. Other than that, he’s definitely getting straight As in your book.
“Oh really? I didn’t hear it. Why thank you for the fancy drink, kind sir. I find that very gentleman of you.” You smile at him, reaching for the beer can.
“Anytime, my lady.” He replies, laughing, before he takes a bite of his pizza.
My lady? Did he just- did he just call you- my lady? You swear that you’re about to burst. Well, if he wants to do it that way, you can too.
“Well, cheers to Haechan and Karina. Cheers to you too, my kind sir, for making a lady’s heart happy.” Popping the beer can open, you wink before you gulp it.
He lets out a laugh, while his pizza has already disappeared. Little did you know, his heart beats so fast as well. Putting his hands together, he brushes the pizza crumbs off his hands, while eyeing the pizza crust you left on a piece of tissue.
“Yo, dude.. You don’t EAT the crust?” he asks, pointing at the pizza crust.
You peek at him behind the canned beer that is right in front of your face, “Yeah, dude. What about it?”
He giggles, letting out a little burp in between his little giggles. Adorable. Even if he’s burping, and if most guys do it, it’s fucking disgusting. “Let me have it, I’m still fucking hungry.”
You laugh, setting your beer aside to the table. Letting him have your pizza crust, you also question him, “Why don’t you get a second slice, dude? This box is hella loaded.”
Shrugging his shoulder, he finally takes the crust to his mouth, with his joyful expression on his face. It’s such a sight to see, a boy with a cute smile, eating your leftover pizza crust happily. You don’t wanna freak him out, so you decided to open your phone instead of watching his cute face all the time.
You have new messages.
Pressing the passcode, you open the message app, specifically the girls’ group chat whose name is HOEPROTOCOL:ACTIVE.
Ryu-jean covey : so no one’s gonna talk about the fact that y/n is jeopardizing the mission Ryu-jean covey : sis really said fuck watching karina imma bout to get married Ryu-jean covey : WITH THE FRAT GUY FROM THE PHILOSOPHY CLASS?
Ryu-jean covey sent a photo.
Gigi had it : ryujin he’s from biology class tf Gigi had it : THEY LOOK CUTE THOUGH
Lia seydoux :wait Lia seydoux : is that mark lee Lia seydoux : idk how much weed did y'all smoke but he’s from public speaking class
Gigi had it : my bad
Yerimiese : do i need to remind y’all that men ain’t shit
Ryu-jean covey : damn right men ain’t shit
Lia seydoux : men ain’t shit but felix lee is tolerable
Yerimiese : y’all have fucking cooties and it shows
Gigi had it : jealousy is a disease bitches get well soon xoxo
Ryu-jean covey : shut up giselle ik ur somewhere out there with osaki
Lia seydoux : shut up ryujin ik ur somewhere out there flirting with yeji
Ryu-jean covey is typing…
You chuckle, reading the group text from the top to bottom. Seeing the girls argue about things is a sight you see almost everyday, no matter where. You scroll back to the top, clicking on the image attachment that Ryujin sent. It’s a picture of you and Mark laughing in the dining chair, right where you are right now. The image quality is quite low, considering the low light and the fact that it was taken from afar. You look around, trying to spot the girls one by one.
Karina, by the counter with Haechan, check.
Ryujin, out in the living room by the stairs, typing vigorously on her phone, with Yeji by her side, check.
Lia, nowhere to be found.
Giselle, nowhere to be found.
Yeri, nowhere to be found.
You just shrug it off, replying their messages.
Y/n : yall just jealous i get a man who would bring me a goddamn canned beer straight outta his room when the kegged beer tastes like piss
Yerimiese : bad taste, y/n. bad taste. get yourself a man who would bring you a whole-ass pyramid made of gold
Ryu-jean covey : so it be like that huh lia? you thought i didn’t know you went UPSTAIRS with felix?
Reading Ryujin’s messages, you glance around. Right. You can’t find Lia anywhere.
Yerimiese : shame on yall for not beating the snake’s ass Yerimiese : smh these lovesick girls
Ryu-jean covey : you want me to do it right now?
Yerimiese : RYUJIN NO
Gigi had it : RYUJIN NO
Lia seydoux : RYUJIN NO
You’re about to hit send as soon as you’re finished typing the same exact message your 3 friends sent, when you suddenly hear a loud crash from the living room.
Startled, you and Mark turn your heads in sync to the living room direction. That one true fear you and the girls have, come true.
“Shit.” you curse, glancing back at your phone,
Yerimiese sent a photo.
Yerimiese : YALL BEEP BEEP SOS 911 GET HELP SEND DUDES
You sigh loudly. Loud enough to make Mark turn his head from his own phone to you, “Something wrong?” he asks.
You glance at him with a worried expression. “I.. I gotta go, and can you send dudes?”
Mark blinks and smirks. “Send nudes? Damn, Y/n. I know that you’re getting impatient but I really didn’t think you’re that kind of-”
“Dudes, Mark. Send me some dudes to the living room. Ryujin jumps Jeno. They are in a fight. Right now.” You look at him dead in the eye.
This is not the time for him to misheard your statement. And you can see it right on his face, embarrassed, and flustered.
“Oh- Sorry. I misheard. Shit. Oh yeah- right. Send dudes. Wait up, I’m gonna get Johnny to settle things-”
You nod, and sprint your way to the living room. To your horror, the brutal imagery of Ryujin stepping on Jeno’s back while pulling his hair comes true, what Yeri sent to the group chat got nothing on the vivid view you see right now.
The crowd goes wild, chanting “Ryujin! Ryujin! Ryujin!”, while the others chant “Jeno! Jeno! Jeno!”
You can’t believe you’d be today years old to see Ryujin actually jump this boy. That’s a rare occurrence, but the chances are never zero. That’s literally it, Ryujin pulling Jeno’s jet black hair while shouting a few curse words, while Jeno winces in pain, trying to shield his head from Ryujin’s hands, but fails miserably.
You quickly run to Yeri, who is still frozen in her place, “How long has this been going on?” you ask her, and she just shakes her head in panic, placing both of her hands on your shoulder “Goddammit, Y/n, I can’t think right now! Is this my fault, I shouldn’t have sent that! I was just messing with-”
And then you remembered something you left on the kitchen, “Fuck, Yeri, I left Karina in the kitchen- She’s half drunk, I can’t leave her!”
Yeri, who is now panicking, can’t even imagine her own panic flooding through her blood right now. First, she probably trigger the fucking physical fight between Ryujin and Jeno, and now, this too, you accidentally left Karina in the kitchen.
You run as fast as you could to the kitchen while Stupid Love by Lady Gaga is blasting through the goddamn speaker. Yeah. So true, Lady Gaga, Stupid Love. Especially when it’s blasting through the air while Ryujin is involved in a physical fight. As you make your way to the kitchen, you spot Mark with Jaehyun, Kun, and a tall, blonde, and gorgeous man running to the living room, who you believe is Johnny or something.
Nice, he’s such a guy with great ears. He listens well to you, he’s sending dudes directly to the fight, what a nice boyfriend material- wait. Are you imagining things right now, while one of your friends is involved in a goddamn catfight that consists of hair pulling, and the other one is half drunk sitting in a kitchen counter? Goddammit, Y/n. Get a hold of yourself.
Finally arriving at the destination, you spot Karina still sitting on top of the counter, with a glass of water beside her. Haechan, who is standing right in front of her, notices your presence and waves at you, “Hey, Y/n. I was looking for you for a bit, I need to go check on the living room, Mark summoned all the brothers to the living room at once, but I don’t want to leave Karina alone so I had to-”
“It’s okay, Haechan. You go, I’ll be with Karina. Thanks for watching her.” You cut him, assuring him that you’ll take over. He nods and gives Karina a smile before he runs off to the living room.
You sigh in relief. How nice. Mark and his lovely friends, such a gentleman. Unlike the goddamn Black Mamba. You sit by the counter beside Karina, offering her more water. You love your best friends more than anything, and you want the best for them. And right now, probably not letting Karina know about Ryujin and her snake-wrestling fiasco is the right thing to do, you all can just tell her the next morning.
“Where did Haechan go?” Karina asks, eyes heavy like a sleepy girl,
You smile at her, “He needs to take care of a few things, he’ll be back.”
Karina giggles, “He’s a nice guy.”
Her words bring your mind to the other nice guy, who eats a watermelon with a goddamn soup spoon. You can’t help but smile with her, head leaning to each other’s shoulder like true sisters you are, not by blood, but through good vibes.
“Yeah. He’s a nice guy.”
———-
You wake up to the blaring sound of Giselle’s alarm, it’s birds chirping uncontrollably. At first, it was mesmerizing and relaxing, like you’re in the middle of a garden of dreams. But then it comes crashing in, the sound of the chirps are no longer relaxing, it’s annoying.
You and Lia have been assigned to the same room with Giselle from the beginning when you joined the sorority with the girls. But you’re never used to her goddamn alarm. The room was quite big for you three to have beds of your own, unlike the apartment you used to live in before joining the sorority, where you used to be roommates with Yeri, who is now rooming with Ryujin and Karina in the house.
“Giselle, can you tell your goddamn birds to fuck off? My head hurts.” You grunt, barely opening your eyes. Giselle hums on her bed as a response and shuts her alarm off, while Lia is still sleeping soundly.
You try to shut your eyes again, hoping for another sleep. But it seems like the universe won’t let you, especially since the sunshine trespasses your shared room through the curtains. It’s closed though, but the sun manages to barge in unbothered.
Tossing your body back and forth, you notice Giselle still lying on her bed, smiling at her phone like an idiot. Probably on her Deadpool stan twitter again, or maybe her daily good morning texts with Osaki Shotaro. Or maybe she just stumbles upon some juicy memes on tiktok she is about to send to you.
Finally giving up another hour of sleep, you check your phone for new notifications, or maybe if you don’t have one, you can just simply open Instagram, seeing the wild shit that went down last night in Nu Chi Tau house. But it says otherwise, you have new messages.
Mark from Public Speaking class :dude Mark from Public Speaking class : haechan told me he has a date with ur friend today Mark from Public Speaking class : u wanna tag along and spy on them?
A wide smile formed on your face. Ah yes. Lazy sunday with Mark from Public Speaking class slash from Nu Chi tau slash the one who eats watermelon like a freak, spying on Haechan and Karina. What can be more interesting than that?
Y/n : count me in
You smile and get up from the bed, gaining interest from the girl whose alarm is annoying. She glances at you as you walk to the door,
“Going somewhere, Princess?”
“Spying on Karina and Haechan.” you shrug,
Giselle groans, “Goddammit, Y/n. Let them be, they’re adults for god’s sa-”
And then her expression changes, mouth forming ‘O’ as she changes stance on her bed, from lying down to sitting up. “My bad, whatever your Mr. Public Class planning for the date with you, using the excuse of spying on friends, go for it.”
You roll eyes at her as you continue to step out of the bedroom, “It’s not a date. We’re just gonna see how Haechan and Karina are doing.”
Giselle just smirks. “Whatever. You know what- I’m starting to think that Haechan is the wingman here-”
“Yada, yada, yada, Giselle. Me and Mark are just friends. We’re just helping our friends.”
“Friends that might end up kissing each other, sure.”
You close the bedroom door behind you. Friends? Really? You and him barely know each other, just classmates from Public Speaking class, and maybe helping mutual friends out. Though deep inside your mind, you wish what Giselle said earlier come true, even though just 70%. Wait. That percentage is kinda high.
Making your way to the bathroom, your phone rings as a sign of a new message.
Mark from Public Speaking class : great! i’ll pick u up after haechan leaves
————
“And when you said spying, this is exactly what I did not have in mind, Mark.” You say to him as you try to adjust the black bob wig on your head, “By the way, where did you get this wig? It’s odd to see that you are THIS well prepared.”
Mark scrunches his nose, probably adjusting his fake mustache. He shrugs, “Last year Hendery went as Willy Wonka to the Halloween party. Don’t ask me why, he just did.”
“Goddammit, dude. We spy on Haechan and Karina, who are going on a date. Not a goddamn drug transaction.” You stare at him and his stupid white cap and his stupid mustache. He looks like somebody in his 40s looking for sugar babies.
“Speak for yourself, Edna Mode. You had a choice to look obvious as hell, but you did get along with my plan.” he stares at you and your stupid black bob wig (which Hendery wore to the Halloween party), completed with round sunglasses and a black coat.
Stupid Mark and his stupid plan. Stupid disguise. Why did you agree to do this in the first place? Well maybe yes, you have that tiny itsy bitsy crush on him, but did you expect him to be this weird? Nah. But the fact that you and Mark sit in a diner booth that is located 3 booths behind Haechan and Karina’s says otherwise. You must like him A LOT that you had to do this.
You and Mark keep covering your faces with the menu with the constant gaze to the couple, spying on them as they laugh together, and telling stories one to another. You and Mark are waiting for the juicy details like maybe brushing hands to one another or sharing milkshakes, but that scene just won’t come out.
After ordering 3 to 4 servings of french fries, you and Mark finally give up spying on them, it’s their first date, yes. Juicy details rarely come around on the first date. “Should we give up? It’s their first date.”
Mark turns his head to you, hands scratching his philtrum, probably itching from the stupid mustache he wears. “Yeah. What am I thinking? This is so weird.”
You laugh, “Yeah. My head itches, how did Hendery manage to wear this all night long?”
He laughs, “Rumor has it, he has a stone scalp. Let’s get out of here, I’m starting to get bored.”
You agree with him and make your exit to his car, taking off the so-called disguises one by one to the backseat as he does the same, then proceed to sit in the driver’s seat with you right beside him.
“Now what?” he asks, eyes on his driving wheel.
“I don’t know, dude. You drag me into this.” you tease him,
“Goddammit, woman. Come on, give me some suggestions.”
“Well, I’m lacking of sleep this morning, Giselle and her goddamn alarm-”
“Ah.. I see.. Do you wanna.. Like.. sleep together? SHIT that’s not what I meant-”
You widen your eyes at him, “Mark, can you stop being a horny teenager for like- 3 seconds?”
Mark covers his eyes, “That’s not what I fucking meant! Ah fuck, I made it sound weird.”
You laugh. He’s jumbling over his own words, battling his own mind, “That’s not what I fucking meant, I swear! I was asking if you want to like take a nap together because honest to god- I don’t have THAT intention with you- I just-”
You laugh at him again, he’s so fucking adorable. You just know it’s him, he’s such a sweet gentleman, and try to ignore your thoughts about what he accidentally said. His real intention is to take a nap together. A nice, innocent, great nap with a friend. That’s all.
“Yeah, Mark. A nap would be great.”
He smiles, “Thank god you understand what I mean. And please don’t take this the wrong way- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so you can maybe sleep in Haechan’s bed.”
“Okay.”
“Ah shit I’m so sorry for making this weird… If you want to go home, it’s alright, I’ll drive you home- I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess-”
“Mark,”
“-yes?”
“Shut up and drive to Nu Chi Tau before I drag you to my sorority house. You know that Irene, our president, eats boys, right?”
He falls silent. Probably remembering how scary Irene is when she’s angry, she once fought Taeyong and Kun, for the prank war that was conducted between Nu Chi Tau and your sorority house last April. Needless to say, she was not pleased. The prank war ended when Nu Chi Tau’s swimming pool was fizzing with glitter bath bombs with your house’s signature pink color. It took them days to clean up the pool full of bath bombs.
“Oh yeah. Right.”
And with that, he shifts his gears and heads to his frat house as fast as possible. On the way there, he tells you how much he lacks sleep too, since he had to clean the house this morning after the goddamn party, especially when Ryujin and Jeno’s catfight broke a bottle of Grey Goose, shattering everywhere along with the spilled vodka, he had to prevent Jaemin from licking the goddamn liquor on the floor.
He also tells you how Johnny suggested that Ryujin and Yeri should be banned from Nu Chi Tau for 3 weeks, and how he and Haechan defended the girls, because Karina, obviously. And you wonder, if Mark did that because of you too. Did he? Or didn’t he? All you can do is just hope for the sake of your tiny itsy bitsy crush on him.
As soon as you and Mark arrive at Nu Chi Tau house, your entrance is welcomed by a few whistles from his frat brothers, only to reveal themselves as Lucas, Jungwoo, and Yuta.
“Good lord, Mark, it’s 2 PM, and you’re already getting it?” Lucas teases you and Mark as you both climb the staircase, you just flip him off. “At least we don’t have Bella watching.”
“Hey! That’s an honor, if Bella is watching!” Lucas and Jungwoo laugh as they kick their feet on the couch, watching Top Gear or something in TLC. Yuta gives Mark a look, “My baby brother, don’t forget to use protection!”
Mark groans, “Goddammit, I told you all we’re just gonna take a nap until Haechan gets back from his date!”
They just laugh it off, as you both enter his shared room with Haechan and Taeil. Pretty much the same as your room back in sorority house, a spacious room with 3 beds along with wardrobes and study desks. You spot Taeil studying on his desk, with his airpods on. He’s startled when you and Mark entered the room, staring at both of you.
“Oh boy. Do I need to get out-”
“No! No, no, no! Carry on! We don’t do what Lucas does every Saturday, we’re here to take a nap!” Mark quickly explains to Taeil, who looks skeptical, but he carries on studying.
You quickly jump to the bed nearest to you, placing your head on the white pillow. Mark chuckles, “That’s my bed, but it’s okay. You go ahead, I can just sleep in Haechan’s.”
You quickly sit up, “Ah sorry, it’s fine, I can take Haechan’s-”
“No, no. You go ahead.” He smiles, as he lies down on the bed beside you. You smile back at him and sink your head back to the pillow, finally getting some peaceful nap after this morning’s re-sleep failure.
——–
You open your eyes, and the first thing you see is Mark. Startled, you quickly get up from his bed, and watch his sleeping figure on Haechan’s bed. You check your phone, it’s 6.03 PM, and a few missed calls from the girls. New messages? You name it, there are 54 new messages from the group chat.
You don’t want to wake him up, so you decide to sprint out of the Nu Chi Tau house as fast as you can before the girls can blow your phone up any longer now. Thank god the universe is on your side, because Mark’s frat brothers on the ground floor are pretty preoccupied in the kitchen and you can successfully escape.
The trip to your sorority house is not that long, 7 minutes if you sprint, 15 if you walk.
And when you arrive at the door, you can see 5 girls line up at the entrance, with hands folded in front of their chest. You gulp, you’re pretty sure there will be a hell of an interrogation tonight.
“Miss girl, did you use protection?” Giselle starts, you let out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit you guys, I was not-”
“So you mind telling me why were YOU in Nu Chi Tau for 4 hours?” Ryujin continues, and the other girls nod.
Wait. How the fuck do they know that you were in Nu Chi Tau? You literally told Giselle this morning that you were going to spy on Karina- who is now standing right in front of you with 4 other girls, still wearing the same outfit you saw earlier, nothing else. How did they-
Oh yeah.. Fuck iPhones and their Find Friends feature. You forget that you and the girls linked on the Find Friends feature, they can see you wherever you go when they need to know where you are. You gulp, trying to make up an excuse,
“I was-”
“Spying on me, I know. You look like young Edna Mode, having lunch with your sugar daddy, Y/n. Can’t believe you wore that hideous wig.” Karina rolls her eyes,
“You what?! Goddammit Y/n- why would you- ugh, I can’t even finish the sentence.” Lia responds,
And all you can do is blink and crack an awkward smile. “I just wanna make sure you’re having a good time, bestie.”
“Well it looks like you were the one who is having a good time, miss girl. You were missing for HOURS only for us to find you in Nu Chi Tau.” Yeri adds,
You groan and stomp your feet, “Let me clarify. There was nothing happening today except me and Mark spied on Haechan and Karina, and then we went to his house to take a goddamn nap. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Taeil! He saw us sleeping our ass off!”
They chuckle, “We’re not buying it but we totally ship you with Mark, it’s so cute!”
You shrug and roll your eyes, then proceed to head upstairs to wash up. As if it’s that easy. You do like him though, and your friends are blessing you with it. But what about Mark, does he feel the same, though? Again, you and him started as classmates, and then now your mutual friends kinda go out together. Does he see you more than that?
——–
Mark feels something touching his nose, as he opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is Haechan- or he just calls him Donghyuck. His finger poking Mark’s nose bridge like he’s trying to awaken a cat.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Mark startles, getting up immediately, and then stares at his watch, it’s 6.54 PM. He looks around the room, only to meet with Haechan, still wearing the outfit that he saw today, and Taeil, who is now sprawled across his own bed, face covered in his Quantum Physics book. He’s looking for Y/n, but it seems like she is now long gone.
“Your Cinderella left, she’s now at home. Karina told me.” Donghyuck sits on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
Mark gulps, but then can’t help but smile as he glances at his bed. Still messy just like somebody just slept on it a few moments ago, and he can’t wait to go to sleep on it, with the scent of Y/n’s hair sticking on his pillow.
“By the way, dude. If you want a fucking double date, just tell me. It’s embarrassing to see you looking like a man in his 40s with his sugar baby, who happens to be a younger version of Edna Mode.”
Hearing it, Mark can only pinch his nose bridge. Right. That was embarrassing. But he can’t help but think of the event that you spent with him today, it was so fucking eventful.
“Yeah, shit, sorry. I was running out of excuses to hang out with her.”
Donghyuck chuckles as he puts away his phone, “Dude. We were supposed to help each other out, remember? I’m your wingman, and you’re my wingman. Just ask her out or something, I’m pretty sure she’s into you!”
Mark smiles like a fool. “You think so? I don’t know if I was being self-absorbed, but I’m sure she’s into me, like-”
Donghyuck laughs. “There you go! Come on, man!”
“She gives me heebie jeebies, man. But, in a good way.”
Donghyuck lifts one of his eyebrows, “Elaborate?”
“Y’know.. Heebie jeebies… That jittery feeling. But with her, it’s some good heebie jeebies.”
Donghyuck shakes his head, “Mark, you’re weird but I get it.”
———
Sipping your iced coffee on the kitchen counter, you scroll past your Instagram feed, but all those interesting posts just can’t seem to avert you from opening user @onyourm__ark over and over again. You can’t help but stare at his video post from 7 months ago, having a pool party in Nu Chi Tau house, hands linking with Xiaojun while jumping to the pool.
You continue to scroll past his profiles, trying your best to not be stalker-ish by accidentally pressing like on any of his posts.
“Ah, would you look at that… Lovergirl, stalking her Prince Charming on Instagram. How cute.” Karina chimes in as she places her dirty dishes on the sink.
You quickly put your phone away, turning your head to her, “My, my, isn’t it Miss Karina, who went on a date yesterday.”
She chuckles, “About that,”
You glance at her, “Yes?”
“Donghyuck- errr- Haechan thinks that you and Mark should tag along on our next dates.”
You choke on your iced coffee, “Me and who?”
“Mark. Mark Lee. Lee Minhyung. From your Public Speaking Class. From Nu Chi Tau.”
“Karina, dude, you’re not trying to pull a joke on me, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head. “Why would I?”
“I- I don’t know what to say-”
“For fuck’s sake, Y/n. You like him, don’t you? Just go for it, Jesus Christ.”
You blink. You do like him. Maybe is this a sign from the universe that you and Mark should date? Probably, “Yeah. I like him, though.”
She sighs, “Finally. Goddammit.”
You smile at her, unaware of your phone screen, where you accidentally liked Mark’s post from 2014, where he ate salmon with his brother.
On the other side, at the same time, in a different place, Nu Chi Tau’s living room, a blue haired boy is screaming with joy. He was lying on the couch, scrolling on twitter, probably gonna end up collecting memes. But by the time a notification from Instagram is stating that user @thisisnotyn liked his photo, he jumps and clicks on it immediately.
Xiaojun notices his frat brother dancing in the living room like a worm in heat. He’s watching from the stairs as he comes down, Jaehyun makes him go for a grocery run again for the 4th time this week. But this time, he prefers not to bring Jisung and Chenle along, because they’ll be back with 8 packs of oreos and capri suns, again.
“Did somebody accept your marriage proposal?” Xiaojun asks as he fishes out his car key out of his jeans,
Mark turns his head to Xiaojun like a happy puppy, “Dude, she liked my photo from 2014! She visits my Instagram profile!”
Xiaojun is purely confused, “Was that supposed to be significant in your love life with her?”
“Dude, if she visits my Instagram profile THAT deep, it means she’s interested!”
The blonde boy just rolls his eyes as he walks straight to the door, “I hope it’s true. If not, Mark, please, go to a therapist.”
Mark doesn’t care, he’s still joyful. As Xiaojun walks out of the house, Donghyuck rushes downstairs, “Green light. Karina and Y/n said yes.”
With that, Mark couldn’t be more ecstatic. He’s up there in cloud 9.
——-
Since then, Haechan and Karina have been inviting you and Mark to tag along with them. Literally every Friday evening, the four of you always see each other. It all started with the pancake double date, trip to the supermarket just to grab a few drinks, and many more.
But then, you and Mark have been sneaking around a lot too, he started to ask you to go on a late night drive with him a little more often now. It has been going on for 2 months now, and you’re still not sure if he sees you as more than a friend.
Your phone rings, bursting your bubble of thoughts. Ah, speak of the devil. It’s Mark, calling you, in the middle of the night,
“Yeah hello, very ethical, Mark, calling someone in the middle of the night.” You answer the phone with a sarcastic tone, which he’s already used to all of it by now.
“Well maybe if you just look out of your window when I fucking throw rocks on them, I wouldn’t.”
Your heart skips a bit. He what? You quickly leave your big ass textbooks that are lying on your bed and rush to the window. He’s literally right there, wearing the signature green Nu Chi Tau varsity jacket with his hand holding up his phone beside his ear, looking directly at you.
“God- what the fuck are you doing in here? You’re trying to be eaten by Irene, are you? You know if she sees one Nu Chi Tau boy, she will combust-”
“Yeah. I know. So won’t you come down and save me from being eaten by Irene?”
“Yeah, she won’t be able to eat you if I eat you first.” You laugh at him, sticking out your tongue.
“Hey! You-”
You hang up the call and quickly open the bedroom door, leaving the sleeping Giselle and Lia behind. They’re sleeping so soundly after Seulgi and Yeri practically dragged their ass to the tennis court, to play against them.
You run your way to Mark, who is now sitting on the wooden bench that faces your bedroom’s window.. He smiles, like a goddamn fool, but you like it the most. He’s very cute.
“Hi, Mark from Public Speaking class, what brings you here?” You nudge his shoulder playfully as you sit beside him,
He looks at you, and you feel like the whole world is doing its favors to you. It’s one of the best views you’ve ever seen in your life. While seeing you in the middle of the night is considered a regular thing for Mark, actually seeing you this clearly face to face, especially in your own sorority’s house lawn is something he does for the first time. At midnight, he usually sees you in the dark, inside his car, while he’s driving and you’re busy queueing the songs for the drive.
“I- uh.. Um.. Aren’t you cold?” He stammers, taking off his signature green frat varsity jacket, only to reveal he’s wearing a black sweater underneath.
“Uh- no, it’s okay-”
Too late. Mark already snakes his jacket around you, covering your shoulders with the arms of the jacket.
And you can feel your heart beating unusually fast, cheeks spreading heat so rapidly. Little did you know, Mark shares the same experience as you right now. Especially when his arms brush into yours, it feels like you both are going to combust together.
“Okay, dude. State your business or I’m calling Irene.” You joke, trying to relieve the tension,
Mark chuckles. “God- you’re really ruining the mood, I’m trying to be romantic.”
HE WHAT? You almost pop your eyes when he says that, trying to believe what you just heard, and all you can do is just blink, while Mark is now shifting his glance to the sky, trying to avoid your gaze.
“You keep calling me dude, for god’s sake! I can’t let myself stuck in a fucking dude-zone forever.”
You’re still silent. You don’t know what to say, you just can’t believe what you just heard, over and over again. Did he just- did he just fucking-
“I- Um.. Uh.. It’s embarrassing, I-I know, but I just want to let you know, Y/n. That I.. I.. I like you so much,” he stutters again, “and um.. I got this funny feeling when I’m around you- you- you give me heebie jeebies.”
Still no response from you, still trying to convince yourself that this is not a fucking dream.
Mark sighs and starts to grab his own hair in frustration, “Fuck. Now I just ruined our friendship by telling you that I like you- goddammit why am I so reckless? Shit, Y/n, if you don’t feel the same way about me, it’s fine- I swear it’s fine. Oh god- fucking Mark Lee you can’t keep your mouth shut for-”
And while he’s blabbering on his own, you finally take your chance to actually hug him tightly, with his frat jacket still attached to your body. With it, he freezes on the spot.
“Am I giving you the heebie jeebies?” You feel your heart warms as your face fits perfectly on his neck,
And now it’s his turn to fall silent. As a fucking rock.
“What happened? Heebie jeebies got your tongue?”
After the last taunt, Mark pulls away from the hug and cups your face as he squishes your cheeks,
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and you slowly nod.
He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel like the universe is once again in your favor. His lips are so soft, and taste like watermelon. You can’t even begin to describe the feeling, it’s so comforting, and joyful.
Ah, is this what love feels like?
You pull away from the kiss, staring at his red face, and laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he lets out a little chuckle,
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect for you to like me- I thought it was really a one-sided crush but I was oblivious as fuck.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I was scared of being too bold or too obvious but here you are.”
“Really? Name one thing you hinted.”
He sighs as he starts counting with his fingers, “Dude, I literally asked you to spy on Haechan and Karina when it’s fucking ridiculous. I fucking ask Haechan to ask you and Karina on a double date. I literally drove 7 miles to the taco bell just because you tweeted that you want some taco monstrosity down your tummy. Dude, I poured the maple syrup on your waffle in literal heart shape and you didn’t notice-”
You cackle. Yeah. The waffle one, that’s the best, you thought was drawing a butt on your waffle, but now you know.
“Wait, that was a heart shape? I thought you drew a wholeass butt!”
“Dude, not cool.”
“Hey! You told me I called you dude so many times, and now you call me dude! Do you wanna go back to dude-zone?”
“No, ma'am.”
You laugh, “Stop calling me dude!”
“Okay,babe. Is that what you want now?” He says, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.
Babe. Oh wow. Maybe it is time for your soul to ascend to the sky, isn’t it?
“Shut up.” you pout,
“God, if you keep pouting like this, I’m afraid I need to kiss you again-”
“YEEESSSS!!!” You both hear loud cheer and applause from the sky.
Oop. Is it the universe applauding and cheering for you both, or-
As you both look up in horror, you see the least sight you want to see right now. Your bedroom window is full of girls including Giselle, Ryujin, Karina, Lia, and Yeri. But someone you expected the least actually makes an appearance, Irene Bae.
“Congratulations!” They shout from upstairs, and all you and Mark can do is just freeze on the spot.
“Hi, Mark Lee. Nice to know you’re now dating one of my sisters. Now please get lost before I come down to drag your ass back to that damn house.” Irene speaks, and needless to say, Mark is scared shitless. He’s terrified.
“Yes, Irene.” He nods as he looks at you,
“See you tomorrow, babe. I gotta run.”
You chuckle at him as he is now a goner. He literally sprints his way out of the lawn, terrified of Irene Bae. You stare at the girls’ crowd on your bedroom window, facepalming yourself in frustration, “You girls! I’m having a moment!”
They just laugh and tell you to get inside and spill the full tea. You agree and head inside, totally aware of the frat jacket you’re currently wearing, feeling content as ever as Mark’s scent lingers around you. What he doesn’t know, the heebie jeebies also get into you whenever you’re near him.
On the other side, Mark is running for his life, completely delighted. Intentionally leaving his jacket to you is another strategy to sneak in the middle of the night to the house again, maybe right after the date during the day. Mark feels nothing but heebie jeebies full of happiness.
☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au mark happy birthday mr. lee | find others here: johnny|haechan|taeil |taeyong
it’s your first day at work and so everything has to go wrong
your manager is half ready to fire you by lunchtime, only because you’ve managed to knock over half a display of books, incorrectly wring up a customer, AND for some reason can’t shelve as fast as expected
all things you are embarrassed of, but are promising - nearly begging - that you’ll get better at
this is your first summer job, you need the experience
your manager grits their teeth, mumbles something about how they’ve never seen someone cause so much havoc in a bookstore - thank god this isn’t a restaurant or you would have accidentally spilled hot coffee on someone too
they wave you off, tell you to go fix that display you clobbered and you brighten up, turning on your heel
just to come face to face with a boy, unfamiliar, and wide-eyed
he’s wearing the bookstores uniform and blinks twice before springing into a smile
“hey, im mark!”
you mumble out a greeting as he takes your hand to shake. his smile is so bright, it nearly causes you to bump into another shelf
which mark realizes quickly enough as to outstretch his hand and support your elbow before you go tumbling
“sorry!” you squeak “im a bit of a klutz,,,,”
he grins, his teeth show and you’re reminded of the way newborn kittens look when they’re yawning
“no sweat, i am too!”
the bookstore you work in is small, and you’re not exaggerating when you compare it to the size of a tightly compact closet - tucked neatly between a larger cafe with a backyard garden and a tailors shop thats been closed all summer long
at first you don’t really understand why it needs two employees, but then you look at the schedule and see that mark’s position isn’t the same as yours
in fact, he’s the delivery boy for people who place orders to the store
it’s confirmed once again when you see him riding down the street on a beat up, but loved yellow bike that he chains to a stop sign outside the nearby cafe
he waves at you when he comes inside, you shyly avert your eyes back to sweeping the front steps of the store
but when he walks past, you smell the same scent on him that hasn’t changed in the two weeks you’ve been here
a mix of raindrops on forest leaves, blueberries, and general airiness you’ve never really encountered before
his rucksack is filled to the brim with books wrapped in brown paper, and rolls of magazines and newspapers
his white converse slowly get scuffed as the days of summer roll on by
and your heart also grows softer for him too
you think it mainly starts when mark comes in early about halfway through summer and starts helping you sort the shelves
you didn’t ask him to do so, he just decided he would
and you two silently work side by side, until mark gets the courage to start humming to himself too
at some point, he starts singing under his breath too, it’s a song you know so you join him at some point mid chorus
and he turns to you with sparkling eyes
“you like this song?”
“it’s one of my favorites!”
he reaches out to high-five you, and you feel your cheeks get hot when he takes a hold of your hand in his palm when you touch
the next day, he comes in early again and this time hands you one of his earphones
you both look over your shoulders to make sure the manager is slacking off in the back, before mark turns on his playlist
and you two just enjoy the music - shelving books - and exchanging glances when you hear any shuffling noises from the stock room
see that’s how it start - and then comes along the lunch breaks
you eat earlier than mark, simply since you work the morning and he only comes around in the afternoons
but you move from eating in the back to eating on the corner of the cafe, as mark leans up against his bike and reads through the orders he has to deliver
“ah - another order for jung jaehyun”
“oh! i know him!”
you perk up and mark tries hard to hide the slight disappointment in his voice because you just sound so,,,,,,,,,excited
“o-oh is he - is he your -”
he almost wobbles right over his bike chain
“your boyfriend?”
you laugh, shaking your head - “no! no, i know him from class. he’s not my type at all.”
mark looks like he wants to ask what you type is but you check your watch and jump up, your thirty minutes are up!
“do you want my dessert?”
you drop some taffy in his palm and rush back to the store without waiting for an answer
mark stares down at the candies and grins to himself.
ah, well if jaehyun’s not their type than maybe someone more like me…….
one of the servers from the cafe, a boy around you and mark’s age, jungwoo befriends you
coming out during lunch to share whatever the cafe might have as specials, usually savory rolls and iced drinks
you three group around mark’s bike until you’re called back to work
and one afternoon, jungwoo asks mark just as you once again rush back to the store
“are you two dating?”
“what!”
mark’s ears go cherry red
“huh, well it’s just you look at them like they’re -”
jungwoo puts his hand under his chin and then snaps his fingers
“ah! like they’re your whole world!”
mark tells him that’s NOT true, and he makes jungwoo swear not to mention it when you come around
but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about you for days after without stop
you’re thinking about him too
with every bookmark you place in a customers bag, with every display you set up, with every new shipment you carry into the back
you just ,,,,,,,,,,,, want to see mark - and when he comes through the door - it’s like the bleak, sticky summer day turns refreshing and colorful
finally, just as the summer season creeps closer and closer to fall
you find yourself alone outside the store and mark is coming back from his last delivery
“is the manager gone?”
“yep, he asked me to lock up!”
you dangle the keys and mark leans his bike against the little bench outside the shop window
“hey, before you do - i need to get something inside.”
“ok!”
you open the door, the bell at the top softly jingles through the darkness
you and mark go inside and he weaves his way through the books and behind the counter
he rummages around and you lean over to see what he’s looking for
just as he pops back up, his hoodie in one hand - he realizes you two are inches apart now
your upper body leaned over the counter and his slim figure on the otherside of it
even in the darkness, he can make the outline of your features
and he wonders if you can see how red he’s gotten
your mind is empty of thoughts because you two can make out his features
his handsome jawline, his doe-eyes, his almost jealousy inducing long and pretty eyelashes
you close your eyes first and mark swallows down the rock in his throat as he leans over
his hoodie drops back to the floor and his hands shake so he holds the corner of the counter as his lips press gently against yours
it’s sweet, it’s perfect, but - it’s short
because the door opens again and you both break away in terror - only to see jungwoo in the frame
“huh, i thought the shop was close- oh am i interrupting something?”
you and mark both shout a definite, “no”, that actually sounds more suspicious than either of you mean it to
jungwoo’s laugh echoes as he closes the door behind him and adds a, “ok suuuuuuuure”
when you step back out into the summer night with mark at your side - you’re both too shy to look at the other
but your hands brush and mark’s pinkie locks on yours
it’s quiet, the busy street silent as every business is closed and the bustling crowds are at home to escape the humidity
“do you want a ride home?”
you turn and find mark’s already looking at you, his eyes warm under the street lamps that flicker on the ends of the curbsides
“sure, but - how will we both fit on your bike?”
you feel wobbly, but mark assures you you’ll be fine, his bike might look old but she runs like a charm
and with that he kicks off the stand and starts peddling, you on the back where his rucksack usually sits full of books
you’re still unsure so you wrap your hands around his waist and mark makes a small noise he’s happy you don’t seem to hear
he bikes you home in the comforting silence of a dawning night
when he drops you off outside your house, you don’t get off for a second - head buried in his back
“mark?”
you whisper
“hmm?”
“will you kiss me goodnight too?”
now, all these years later, that old bike is broken and somewhere in the attic
as are those uniforms from the bookshop, mark’s hoodie that he left with you that night, and the photo you took on your last day of work
you and mark are holding each others hands and grinning, the manager is barely managing a grimace, somehow jungwoo is even in the photo
you think one afternoon that you should go get that photo and frame it, it’ll look so nice next to you and mark’s wedding photo
mark turns to you and agrees, maybe he’ll get that bike down too so he can fix it up
and you two can take another ride, just like you used to, all those years ago
mark smiles soft and full of love, lips puckering into the lightest of kisses that brush against your forehead. it tickles. “good morning, my love.” the whisper of his unused voice is just as calming as the orange rays of dawn shining through your window. his finger caresses down the soft of your cheek. “did you sleep well?”
perhaps it’s a dumb question, mutual knowledge of staying up into the late hours of the night listening to your favourite playlist and giggling at things that are only funny in a sleepy state. the bed is too small for the both of you, mark promises to buy a bigger one when you move in together, but with your legs tangled together uncomfortably and arms tight around one another, you think the lack of space isn’t too much of a problem.
despite needing to sleep in, you rub your eyes awake and smile back, blinking lazily as you nod back a slow yes in response.
“i’m glad,” mark replies, “i’ve already woken up but we can stay in bed if you want.”
another lazy nod is all he needs to settle down again, eyes closing with only the touch of your hands to focus on.
summary:breaking into an apartment for peanut butter wasn’t exactly how you envisioned to meet your soulmate.
pairing:mark lee x reader
genre:soulmate! au, fluff
You didn’t know how long you lay there. You were there, yet you were not. You were not there, yet you were. Your arms gripped the rocky dirt, fingers digging into the ground and you tried to pull yourself up. Your whole figure shook and trembled like a wounded animal, delirious and fragile. Maybe you were one. You honestly weren’t sure. Your eyes tried to focus. Your thoughts were spinning like a merry-go-round, each heartbeat felt in every inch of your body. Out of sheer willpower, your tilted her head up.
He was walking in a leisurely pace; entering the small clearing with an awestruck expression. His eyes locked onto you, a figure barely standing in the middle of it all. The trees swayed in the breeze. In a heartbeat, he was beside you, holding a hand out to help you up. You grasped it with shaking hands, the feeling of your skin against his rattling your bones and shaking you to the core-
The ground caved in on itself, every inch of the dirt and grass slipping down to black oblivion underneath you, and suddenly you were falling and falling, and every part of your body was on fire, and every part of his body was on fire too, and a scream rippled out of your mouth before your body felt the jerking tug that shook you.
And there he was, holding your hand. His wings flared behind him, flapping and flapping as he looked at your gaping face with a giddy grin. But you found yourself smiling back at him, then came the surge of power that rippled throughout your body and you felt your own wings spread behind your back, the feeling as natural as curling your fingers. You flew up towards him, your faces level until you could see the red that dusted his cheeks and the crinkles at the ends of his eyes as you squeezed your still entwined hands.
“Hi,” he started, and you had the sudden urge to memorize every strand of his blond hair, every breath he took, every flicker of emotion behind those beautiful, beautiful eyes and every tilt of his lips. He looked oddly familiar, as if you had seen him once before.
“Hi,” you said, breathless. His gaze flitted from his feet to your face, unconsciously tightening his grip on your hands and parting his lips as if to say something, yet thought better of it and clamped it shut. It occurred to you that he was just as nervous as you were, if not more.
But it took you by surprise when he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, his large wings closing like curtains around you, encasing you in a cocoon of safety and comfort. When you looked up to face him, you found that he was already staring at you, head tilted down to look at you more clearly. Your foreheads bumped, noses grazing. You let out a small laugh, and he pulled away, instead nuzzling his nose to the base of your neck.
So you held each other, content, as the world crumbled around you.
Your eyes fluttered open, the bright sunlight blinding you momentarily. Your back hurt, but you were still stuck in the haze of a dream. It didn’t feel real- nothing did. You sat up groggily, surprised when your whole body felt heavy.
“Ow! What the-“ you cried out in surprise. Suddenly, everything came unraveling. You felt the unfamiliar and odd physical sensation of something spreading behind you, and you risked a glance in the mirror that was positioned by one of your room walls.
Wings. You had wings. You gasped, gaping at your reflection. They fluttered in response, each feather as white as pearls. That was why your back felt heavy. You sat there, on top of your bed, a giddy smile forming on your face before turning into a full-blown grin.
You glanced at the clock on top of your bedside table, showing you that it was six in the morning. You shouldn’t be excited like you were now; school starts at eight, and you hadn’t studied for the quiz the teacher had warned would happen today. But you had wings. Wings.It was about damn time.
You leapt off your bed excitedly, feeling refreshed. You stumbled a bit, still not used to the extra weight behind you as you tried to adjust your balance. But that didn’t bother you. You knew what you had dreamt of tonight was special. It was a soulmate dream - a phenomenon that no scientists could ever explain, yet happened to everyone.
Every dream was different, yet one thing was always the same; each person sprouted wings. When they awoke, the wings would appear in real life. This happened sooner rather than later, but late bloomers like you weren’t unheard of. People usually had their soulmate dreams in elementary or middle school, but there were still a few people in your high school who hadn’t grown their wings yet (there were also the people who were wingless, and would be for the rest of their lives, you had learned). You had given up all hope on dreaming about your soulmate, but this night changed your mind about it all.
You knew what these wings meant - you were going to meet him soon. But when was soon? You hopped in the shower and got ready, making sure to look extra nice in case it was today. You knew people whose wings just grew usually took the first day off to adjust to the new addition, but you were way too excited to sit cooped up in your apartment.
Showering was awkward, to say the least. You didn’t have balance in every step you took, and you had to make sure that the feathers wouldn’t get wet. So you raised them as high up as you could and tried to make the best out of it.
By the time you had finished, you bounded to the kitchen, eating a quick breakfast of cereal with a glass of orange juice. You took a leisurely pace toward school, glancing around just in case you would meet him on your way there. There were people flying around, wings flapping behind them as they laughed giddily with their significant other. However, you did see a few people walking down the street, wingless.
“(Y/N)!” You heard someone call out your name. Your head turned to the left, seeing your best friend. She was waving an arm ecstatically to you, her boyfriend’s arm slung over her shoulders as his tall figure practically dwarfed hers.
You retraced your steps, going backwards to meet them. You grinned, a little breathless, “Hi, (B/F/N), Johnny.”
“Wings!” She squealed, easily escaping her boyfriend’s grip and throwing her arms over your shoulders, engulfing you in a tight hug. You laughed, hugging her back, “You got your wings!”
“Damn, (B/F/N), you look more like (Y/N)’s girlfriend than mine,” he pouted, but you could see the amused glint in his eyes, “But congratulations, (Y/N). It’s about time you got these goddamn badboys,” he fluttered his own wings, “Have you found him yet?”
You shook your head no. Your best friend took one of your feathers in hand, examining it, “Damn. Your feathers are so pretty. I wish mine was like this.”
“You’re beautiful just as you are, babe,” Johnny said, which earned him a playful shove from (B/F/N). He stumbled back, feigning hurt. You rolled your eyes at their cheesiness.
While you were still in the second year of high school, your best friend was a few years older than you, being in college. Even though you had known your best friend during your diaper days, you had only met Johnny during elementary school. Ever since then, you looked up to him as a big brother and you as a little sister to him.
“So when’d you get the wings, (Y/N)? I haven’t seen you all weekend! God, I told you the day would come! He or she?” Your best friend continued her excited ramble.
“He,” you responded, “And I just got my wings this morning.”
“So what’d he look like? Did your wings grow first or his? What’s his name?” She bombarded you with questions, and you found yourself smiling widely in the middle of it all, “Come on, you’ve got to tell me! You’re practically glowing!”
“Um, blond hair? Dyed, I think - he was definitely Korean. Large, upturned eyes, cute nose. His wings grew first, and I didn’t really get his name,” you gave a sheepish smile. Johnny groaned.
“You didn’t even get his name? How the hell did thathappen?”
“We were caught up in the moment, I guess,” you looked at your wristwatch, eyes widening, “Shit, I’m late! I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“You owe me details!” Your best friend hollered as you saluted, turning around and speeding down the walkway.
Before you knew it, school was over. You had searched the whole school grounds to see if you recognized any faces to be your soulmate’s, but to no avail. You spent the rest of the day thinking about him. What was his name? Was he still in school? What were his hobbies? Would you get along with him?
A car honked out of a sudden, breaking you out of your reverie. You jumped, startled. You could hear howls of laughter coming from inside the car by the school driveway, and you sent the people inside a scowl. The window rolled down, revealing Johnny by the driver’s seat and your best friend in shotgun. There was another guy by the backseat, playing on his phone.
“Stop daydreaming, lover girl! Get inside,” he said, and you walked over to them, opening the car door and clambering onto the backseat. It was clumsy, especially since you weren’t used to the wings. You muttered a quiet curse as you adjusted yourself to sitting.
The guy beside you had switched off his phone and was looking at you curiously through brown lashes. He was wingless, with a long nose, brown hair and donning a SOPA uniform. Johnny continued, “If you don’t mind, I brought Donghyuck along because he needed a ride to the dorm.”
“It’s fine,” you held a hand out for him to shake. He did so, sending you a small smile, “I’m (Y/N).”
“Donghyuck, but you can call me Haechan if you want. It’s my stage name,” he quickly informed you, seeing your confused face.
“You’re also in NCT?”
“127 and Dream units, yeah,” he answered. You nodded, the conversation between you flowing easily. You had many things in common, and he was also in his second year of high school. Donghyuck surprised you with his mischievous attitude. He teased a lot, and you found it a likeable trait in him.
You had never really met any of the NCT members other than Johnny, and when you did see any of them, it was to whisk Johnny anyway for a schedule and didn’t have any time to chat. So when the car stopped in front of a building, you were something akin to a nervous wreck.
You had never been in the dorms before, and Donghyuck told you of what his hyungs were like when they were there. Mercifully, most of them were out for an album jacket photoshoot. Usually the three of you would go to Johnny’s house for your weekly routine of hanging out, but unfortunately, his parents were hosting a party tonight, leaving the option of hanging out in NCT’s dorms.
The four of you exited the car and entered the building, getting inside an elevator and going all the way up to level 14. Donghyuck bid you goodbye once you were in front of a hallway, revealing a few doors. There were 15 members of NCT and two who hadn’t debuted, so SM had bought a few apartments next to each other. Apparently Johnny didn’t share dorm space with the Dream Team, as he dubbed them.
When you entered the space, you were surprised at how clean it was. There were only a few things scattered out and about, but you didn’t see any empty ramen cups or boxers on the ceiling fan. He gestured for you and your best friend to enter his room, bringing a finger to his lips in a gesture to be quiet. The rest of the members who had stayed behind were resting, and he didn’t want any of them to stir.
You winced as your wings suddenly unfurled, hitting a shelf and causing a loud bang to sound throughout the apartment. All three of you tensed, but relaxed once you heard snores coming through the thin walls. You walked to his room, even more surprised at how organized it was. Your best friend let out a low whistle.
“I thought you were a disgusting slob, but apparently I thought wrong,” you said to him.
“Your face is disgusting, but you don’t see me complaining about it,” he fired. You grinned.
“That’s a good one.”
“I know,” the two of you fist bumped. Your best friend rolled her eyes, complaining about how starved she was. Johnny mentioned that there was food in the kitchen, and you volunteered to make some sandwiches.
You exited his room and paced out the hallway, giving the couple some alone time. Johnny had hesitated and insisted that he was the one that should make the food, but you needed some time for your thoughts. You still had many questions begging to be answered about your soulmate. Your back ached terribly, and you wondered if you’d ever get used to the heavy weight. You could barely even walk.
When you reached the kitchen, you scanned the cabinets for bread, peanut butter and jam. They had bread and jam, but there was no peanut butter in sight. You frowned, putting down the items on top of a counter and going towards Johnny’s room once again, knocking on the door and peeking your head in. He was sitting on the bed, your best friend’s head on his lap as her hair sprawled behind her, snoring softly as she lay on the bed.
“Johnny, where’s the peanut butter?”
“There’s nothing by the counters? Usually it’s the one to the left of the fridge,” he tried, but you shook your head no. He shrugged, “Well, then. I’ll go get some from the Dream Team’s dorm.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll get it,” your eyes locked onto (B/F/N)’s sleeping figure.
He raised a brow at you, “Are you sure? ‘Cause I can go get it-“ your best friend stirred, and he tensed, afraid to wake her up. This time it was you who raised a brow, almost challengingly. He gave in, “Okay, okay. The peanut butter jar is on one of their countertops, right next to the knife rack, I think. Jisung loves to eat peanut butter in the mornings.”
“Right. Got it,” you closed the door behind you, running a hand through your hair and exiting the apartment door.
If you weren’t mistaken, the door to the left of you was the Dream Team’s dorm and where Donghyuck entered before. Steeling your will, you knocked on the door reluctantly. There was no answer, so you tried once again. Nothing. You sighed, putting a hand against the doorknob and twisting it. It opened easily. Totally safe, you snorted silently to yourself. It was a foolproof plan; get in, grab the jar and go.
There was nobody inside - well, as far as you could see, anyways. You took your shoes off and entered the place, looking around.
There were video game consoles on the floor beneath the TV stand and it’s remote controllers strewn about, a few framed pictures and a dirty sock on one of the sofa arms. If you strained your ears, you could hear the distinct sound of a shower running and whistling. Must be Donghyuck or one of the members. The kitchen was connected to the living room, so you quickly entered it, eyes searching for the peanut butter jar. Eventually, you found it. You grabbed it, sighing in relief.
“Donghyuck?” Somebody called out. The person’s voice was raspy and groggy, as if just stirring from sleep. You froze, whirling around to face the person.
You were dumbstruck. He stared at you, a random girl in his apartment, breaking in to steal peanut butter. You almost dropped the jar. There he was, clad in nothing but a white shirt and black shorts, blond hair all mussed up from sleep. He had wings like yours, and every part of him was exactly as you remembered. His eyes widened, and it took almost all of your willpower to keep your wings from unfurling.
None of you broke the eye contact. Your legs moved on it’s own accord, one foot over the other until you two were within arm’s length.
“You’re…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling the very breath taken out of you.
“Soulmate,” he huffed out a laugh, the corners of his lips turning up in a wide grin, “Hi. I’m Mark Lee.”
“(Y/N) (L/N),” you breathed out. Your mind ran with scenarios, each train of thought going over the speed limit, “Hi?”
“I-“ you both started at the same time. Awkward grins crept up on both of your lips, both of you gesturing for the other to go first.
“Y-You can start.”
“You go first.”
You licked your lips nervously. Bad move, you cursed yourself as his eyes trailed to your lips, “W-Well, I’m here just to, um, grab the peanut butter because they ran out in Johnny’s dorm-“
“You know Johnny?” His eyebrows furrowed, and you felt the sudden urge to reach up and smoothen them out with your fingers.
“Yeah, for a few years actually. She’s my best friend’s soulmate?” It came out as a question rather than a statement. He nodded slowly, trying to comprehend this. You hesitated, “And you’re a member of NCT?”
“Yeah,” he shuffled his feet, nervous, “Most of the units.”
“Well, um, meeting you has been kinda overdue,” you laughed sheepishly. He nodded, agreeing.
“I honestly gave up on the idea of ever having a soulmate,” he admitted, and you found yourself gazing up to look at him in the eyes, “But I’m glad you’re here. Breaking in for peanut butter or not.”
You cracked a smile, huffing slightly. Before you knew it, the two of you were dangerously close. If you were to look up, you would kiss him. And you did just that, your lips grazing ever so slightly against his as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Ew, hyung, (Y/N)! Gross! Get a room!” Donghyuck appeared by the doorway, hair wet and sopping from the shower he just took. His hands were drying it with a towel, but he dropped it as soon as he spotted the two of you, eyes widening.
You and Mark jumped, backing away. You didn’t know what had come over you, the both of you a blushing mess. It just felt naturalto do so, and now you were experiencing it’s aftereffects.
“Hyung, (Y/N)’s your soulmate?” He questioned incredulously, not quite believing it before turning to you, “He’syour soulmate?”
‘Donghyuck, out,” Mark breathed, his words holding uncharacteristic command. The younger pursed his lips, nodding before he picked up his towel and walked out the door without another word. You watched their conversation, wide-eyed and still in shock.
Suddenly he was in front of you, hands cupping your cheek gently. You leant against the counter, eyes widening. He bit his lip nervously, and you reached up to entwine one of your hands with his.
“May I?” He leant down, raising his eyes to meet yours as if in a hesitant question. You nodded, too dazed to do anything else. And not a moment later, his lips were on yours.
“Johnny?” (B/F/N) stirred from her sleep. Johnny’s eyes widened, immediately setting down his phone and looking at his soulmate, who rubbed her eyes wearily, “I’m hungry. Where’s (Y/N)?”
“I don’t know. She went to look for peanut butter two hours ago,” he answered, “She hasn’t been back since. You think it’s because she got caught up with the other members?”
“Probably,” she answered simply, stretching before she threw her arms around her soulmate’s, making him chuckle, “Let’s cuddle now.”
pairing -> spiderman!mark lee x avenger!fem!reader.
summary -> when he gets to know the goblin’s scheme, he sets out on his own to make things right.
genre -> superhero!au, angst, fluff.
featuring -> johnny as tony stark; taeyong as captain america; irene as natasha; doyoung as clint; yuta as bucky; seulgi as wanda; karina as dr. cho; jaehyun as sam.
warnings -> a few curses, injuries.
a/n -> this is from like two years ago and was for the original peter parker w the original avenger characters so it might be a little amateurish lol but yeah here, this is me adding onto the spider!mark agenda!
word count -> 1k+
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Your phone buzzed, interrupting a sweet, sweet slumber you had struggled to go to in the first place. At first you tried to ignore it dismissing it to be your friends bothering you to come with them to another party. But after multiple rings, you groaned and sat up in bed. it was 2:00 am, somebody better be calling with a good reason.
“Hello?”
“Y/N?”
johnny.
“Uh, hey, johnny” you cleared your throat wondering why he had called at such an odd time.
“Where’s mark?” And that’s when you turn up the light to find the spot next to you empty. The sheets are ruffled and the bed is now cold on his side but his smell lingers.
“johnny,” you answer, a little bit of fear gathering inside you. “He’s not here.”
anxiety begins to bubble up inside you, but you try to remain calm, maybe he couldn’t sleep and was hanging out around the neighbourhood.
“Goddamnit-“
And he cuts the call. You call him again, and again.
But he doesn’t answer, you paranoia begins growing every second.
What happened to mark?
Why was his friend worried about him? and why was he calling you?
What was going on?
Where did he go?
You walk around the room, trying numbers of every avenger that you had. None of them were picking up their phones.
So you decided you won’t wait anymore. You threw on your jacket and grabbed your car keys.
Driving down to the avengers compound, you saw them getting into a huge van. A van that would have been enough to sit an entire school.
You halt your car around the entry and run out of it.
“taeyong,” he turns from getting everybody “where’s mark?”
“Y/N, what are you-“
“Answer my question.”
“We’re going to get him. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
“WHERE IS MARK, TAEYONG?”
“y/n,” johnny interrupts you, “get in the van, we’ll explain.”
You look around inside for a moment. And jumped inside without a second thought even though you knew that not bringing your suit was going to cause some problems for you later.
The door slams shut as the the engine revs up.
“y/n, tell me,” johnny sits beside taeyong, who sits just the opposite of you and puts his hands together and cracks his knuckles “did Peter mention the Green Goblin to you?”
“Yes, of course. He was pretty determined to know it’s identity.”
“Okay, so, he managed to find that guy.”
“Don’t tell me-“
“He went to get him.” taeyong ends. “typical mark,”
“mark, that son of a,” you place your head in your hands, why would he go out there like that? Without any backup? Without you?
“Do you know where he is?”
“We know the whereabouts of the Goblin and we plan to follow that.” seulgi adds which leads you to turn your head to where she sits in the back of the truck.
“What about mark’s tracker?”
“He removed it.”
“What the hell!”
And the minutes that followed were pretty quiet. And you pieced two and two together, why he had insisted on saying “i love you’s” and why he was being all ominous or why his kisses were unusually deep. You didn’t give it a second thought then but now it all made sense.
He was about to do the most stupidest thing he’d ever done.
If,
When,
You found him, you’d slap him. Yes, or maybe even throw some punches at him.
“We’ve entered the area. Everybody get down,” doyoung speaks from his seat at the steering wheel.
“Y/N,” johnny speaks softly and you know what to expect “please wait for us, you don’t have your suit-“
“No.” You say sternly. “I have my powers, with or without the suit and so i’m coming with you.”
taeyong groans as you leap out from the van. you’ve never been one to listen, he shakes his head. you and mark are perfect for each other.
The sight leaves you breathless. The area is covered with smoke and debris. You hit yourself, why didn’t you have the notifications for the news turnt on? Maybe that way you could know how much the damage was.
And you put your foot to the ground precariously, and the rocks under your feet crunch slowly as you make your way around looking in every direction.
Behind you, taeyong, seulgi, yuta, jaehyun and doyoung spread wide, covering the whole area and eliminating all the chances of threat.
Your mind isn’t on anyone killing you, it’s on finding mark, making sure he’s alive and well.
the building or whatever remained of it was completely dusted. even with the time being almost close to 3 am now, a small crowd of neighbours to the place and passerbys had stopped but it seemed like the fight was over so nobody from your side try to stop them from standing there.
The destruction is massive but thankfully is outskirts of the city where there was nothing but forests and just a few towers around. You wonder if it was mark’s doing.
After walking around for a few minutes, taeyong stops.
“I don’t think he’s here.”
seulgi joins him and so does jaehyun, “same.”
While yuta looks to you as you take a turn and keep on walking, your eyes on all four sides.
Lots of debris is piled up in a place just a bit far from where taeyong and the others stood, discussing where the spiderman could be if not here. you hear seulgi discussing the possibility of the goblin taking him hostage.
You stand there for a moment and close your eyes, was he gone?
Would he really leave you like that?
And you hear it. Shallow and shaky breaths, at first you don’t know where the source is, so you look around until you reach the collection of debris.
mark lays there. Eyes closed, barely breathing and covered in bruises.
Your heart nearly drops. And you shout “taeyong, here.”
taeyong takes one look at your face and rushes towards you and over the comm, tells johnny to stop searching the area and reach where they are.
It takes time to remove the stones that are piled up on him. even with th two super soldiers trying hard.
The next few moments pass by in a flash. A blur of melancholy. taeyong picking up mark. The ride to the Avengers compound. The doctor taking a look at him. Standing outside with the team while seulgi rubbed your back and told you that it’ll be alright. And you fall asleep outside mark’s room.
“Y/N,” Dr. Cho jerks you awake. “Y/N, he’s awake, johnny and the others want to question him and told me to inform them first but i think you should take a minute with him first.”
You nod your head in gratitude towards the doctor.
You jump up from your place and straighten out the creases of your shirt. You walk over slowly into the room which smells of sanitizer, clean towels and phenyl.
You catch mark, still laying down, looking at the window at the orange dawn.
“Hey.”
He turns his eyes to meet yours, “i’m sorry, Y/N. i’m really-“
You cut him off with a kiss, explanation later.
After a moment you let go of his lips and pull away your face, “explain, now.”
He tells you about how he paid some of the guys around the city to keep tabs on the Goblin’s news for him. One of them reported that the goblin was up to something. Upon investigating, Peter had found he had installed a time bomb right there in the middle of the city.
So he took it out to a place where it wouldn’t harm anybody.
mark leaves out the part where he saw the green glint of the goblin’s suit from under the debris and he whispered your name, and the address of the apartment you shared, clearly threatening.
“….so that’s it.”
You hummed in response.
“You know, I really thought I lost you. And it was just so so scary.”
“I know, i’m sorry, love.”
“Just don’t do this again.” You bury your head in his chest.
but he knew he had to, he still hadn’t caught the goblin. and he needed to pack his bags too.
SUMMARY. wherein mark lee finds you drunk for the first time and promises to himself that he should make sure that you never get wasted ever again.
PAIRING. mark lee x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, humor, fluff, suggestive, drunken mistakes that would probably make you cry in real life. WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol consumption, mature content (sexual & explicit jokes about fingers and — u get the gist) please read at your own discretion. WORD COUNT.1.6k.
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NOTE. put a finger down if you’re down bad for mark lee. thank u to my alcoholic friends and that one facebook post for inspiring me couldn’t have done this without u.
YOU WERE NEVER ONE TO SUCCUMB TO THE WORLDLY TEMPTATIONS OF ALCOHOL. Mark Lee knew this well. You’ve always complained when one of your friends would splash their intestines onto someone else’s carpeted apartment, you’ve always hated the entire morning you’d lose thanks to your mind-splitting hangovers and/or having to clean up after everyone else’s mess, and you’ve always dreaded watching your friends making a fool out of themselves while under the influence. This did not mean that you never drank, however.
Whenever you had to drink so that you didn’t ruin the mood— such as tonight, when the students from your department decided to celebrate the end of midterms— you controlled your pace and knew your limits very well. Never has Mark seen you tipsy before, much less drunk.
Which is why he was absolutely shocked when he walked in the bar and saw you giggling all over the table with Lee Taeyong. He took a moment to wipe his glasses with his shirt before blinking and making sure he wasn’t seeing things.
He wasn’t. That was you, absolutely wasted that people from ten feet away can immediately tell.
