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zoom!crush mark + bonus
zoom!crush mark pt ii + cont.
best friend!mark + animal crossing
mark headcanons (college ed.)
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best friend!haechan + pining
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jaemin
boyfriend!jaemin + getting a tattoo
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yuta
transfer student!yuta (blurb , <1k words)
jeno
couple’s tattoo with a stranger
[...?]
[01:22am]
your room is silent in the cold night, save for your rapid heartbeat and the low, humming sounds of tiny moans and whines occasionally leaving jaemin’s mouth, as his sweet lips find their place on top of yours over, and over, and over again
[22:34] jaehyun blushes as you put your phone down to poke his dimple.
[16:42]
(part one)
“we really should stop…”
after countless of hours working on your class project together, you and zoom crush!mark somehow found yourselves tangled up in each other on top of your bed, his lips feverishly meeting yours over and over in delightful harmony.
“god, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, ignoring your previous statement (or, more realistically, being too drunk on you to hear what you had said). his words make you feel impossibly more flustered and you blindly grasp for him, gently pulling him closer with your hand on the back of his neck.
you’ve lost track of time long ago, not daring to break the kiss even for a second in fear of the both of you suddenly coming to your senses and stopping. you’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, but you’ve daydreamed about this exact moment ever since you first saw mark pop into view that very first zoom class… and now to have him here, one hand anchored in the space where your sweatpants meet your shirt and the other holding your face ever so gently, guiding you to fit into him like a mold, honestly felt too good to be true. but no matter how impossible it feels, you don’t need to pinch yourself to know it’s real. his lips are soft yet firm on yours, and you hear him release a yelp of surprise as you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip.
mark smirks into the kiss to grant you access, the surprise he felt mere seconds before replaced with eagerness.
“god,” he repeats, still in a murmur, “ you seriously drive me crazy.”
[08:32am]
“oh good, you’re awake!”
drowsy with sleep, your hair a knotted mess and your arms littered with press marks from your bedsheets, you abruptly sit up at the sound of someone who definitely isn’t your roommate. disoriented, you rub your eyes almost comically, taking in the boy standing in front of your bed.
“mark?” you splutter in disbelief, gently caressing the crown of your head to see if you somehow hit it and are now hallucinating. alas, reality catches up with you so rapidly it feels like you’ve been hit with a brick.
zoom crush!mark gives a gentle smile as he observes you pull your blankets higher up, trying (and failing) to cover up your newly awoken, frankly mortified, self.
“you forgot we had a study date, didn’t you? your roommate let me in, i probably should’ve known.”
ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks at hearing the word ‘date’ (although, admittedly, he didn’t mean it in that way), you squeeze your eyes shut and slowly lower your blankets from your face.
“… i forgot we had a study date.” the words leave your mouth in a slow, careful whisper. the room falls silent save for your beating heart that feels as loud as an orchestra.
“it’s okay, we can reschedule for another—“
“NO!”
mark stops in his tracks, eyeing you. you hadn’t meant to protest so loudly, but the word had come out with more power than intended before you could stop it.
“i mean,” you start, voice trembling, “you already made it here, it’d be a shame to just…. waste that.” the final words leave your mouth in a mere whisper, but mark’s nod confirms he heard them fine. before he can change his mind and exit your apartment, you sit up straighter and pull on the sheets in a meek attempt to make your room look more… presentable.
reaching out to grab the laptop on your bedside table along with your textbooks, you almost push a mug of cold tea onto the floor. as if by sheer magic, mark appears beside you, grabbing the mug and saving it from the fall. you stay completely frozen, afraid to breathe too loudly as you notice his face remains mere centimeters away from yours.
breaking eye contact, he clears his throat, face almost as red as yours.
“so, uhm… we were assigned chapter four, right?”
——————————————- ♡ ———————
part two
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thank u so much that means a lot to me!!! 🥺 enjoy ur stay 🥰
-:♡:- mark lee headcanons (college edition)
- let’s be real
- you have a crush on him!!!!!
- shy yet popular boy in your econ class
- everyone likes him because he’s friendly with everyone!
- even if you’ve never spoken, he will make you feel comfortable during your first ever conversation
- let’s say, when you get paired up to do a big class project together….. he greets you with the biggest most genuine smile ever when you move your stuff to his table :D
- physically radiates warmth
- which makes u feel Mark Withdrawals when he’s not next to you
- the type of person to laugh so hard he subconsciously leans into you
- but u don’t mind of course
- bc the cutest smiliest boy is this happy over a silly joke You said and is leaning in close and oh my god he smells rly good
- will randomly text u at an ungodly hour asking “i know its ass o’clock but i REALLY want a slurpee rn do u wanna come with”
- inside jokes!!!!!!
- laughing at inappropriate times…. like ur in class and give each other a Look which reminds u of some weird inside joke that has u both cackling in the quiet room
- u get annoyed looks from ur peers but u don’t care .. u don’t care at all bc the blush on his face is everything and makes ur heart beat a billion times faster
- will Never take a hint that you’re into him even though literally all his friends have noticed it and tells him but he just blushes and goes “no way”
- but little does he know…. its Yes Way
- sensitive but doesnt want to show it :(
- late night study sessions that turn into even later night deep conversations
- sigh he’s just rly precious
- oh but also Goofy
- he’s one of those ppl who is funny in context, i.e he doesn’t exactly crack jokes but hanging around him always has you laughing bc he’s just so….. fun
- looks at you with big doe eyes when u speak
- ALSO ALSO!!! the type to nod while you speak in a group to show he’s listening even though everyone else isn’t
- also the type to wait behind with you when you stop to tie your shoelaces
- sends voice messages to tell you abt his day but gets distracted mid way and starts going off on a tangent so long you both forget what he was meant to tell you at first
- best friends type of lovers <3
- pls take care of him
[11:28am]
“no, i understand that, but—“
“i’m really sorry sir, but it’s shop policy. i can’t issue a refund of your deposit less than 24 hours before your appointment.”
turning around from your work desk to see what the commotion is about, you lay your eyes on an exasperated brown-haired boy standing by the front desk.
he’s equally handsome and cute, in a puppy-sort of way, soft locks of hair falling into his face despite his best efforts to pull them back. the longer you study him, the more you notice that despite his kind appearance, there’s an aura of sadness and desperation surrounding him like a glowing light.
“you don’t understand… the appointment is for couple’s tattoos but… but it’s just me now,” the final words leave his mouth so quietly you almost wonder if you misheard him, or imagined them all together.
your coworker sighs and gives him a sympathetic look, clearly trying his best to let the boy down gently.
“look, dude… i get it, i really do. and i’m really sorry for you, heartbreak sucks, alright? but it’s out of my hands, so unless you find someone else to fill in that slot we’re gonna have to cha—“
“i’ll do it!”
the boy at the counter and your coworker turn around in sync, surprised looks splayed across their faces as you mentally curse yourself for your lack of impulse control. “i mean… if you wan’t to.”
the silence fills the air and feels sticky and thick against your skin. before you can take back what you said, realizing you just suggested to a complete stranger to get tattoos together, the boy smiles at you. his eyes turn into half-crescents and you can’t help the somersaults your heart is doing.
“you know what,” the boy runs his hand through his hair once more, giving you a mischievous grin, “fuck it, why not.”
he walks up to you with an outstretched hand that you shyly take in yours.
“i’m jeno, by the way. thought maybe i’d introduce myself since we’re about to get matching tattoos and all.”
[11:32pm]
haechan walks over to his closet, sliding the door to reveal a giant bear plushie with a yellow ribbon around its neck.
“here,” he mumbles, a shy smile spreading across his face as he hands it over. “for when i’m not there to hold you.”
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did not mean for this to be angsty but i hope it’s ok
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“... and then on top of all that, m...my f-friend said...” the words spill out of your mouth in a jumbled mess, sobs taking over your body and overriding your rant.
“sssh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay,” haechan pulls you into a protective embrace, gently rocking you back and forth while you let all your frustration and sadness from the day’s horrible events spill out of your body. he strokes the crown of your head, featherlight fingers moving through your strands.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper with a sniff, “i’m being ridiculous, and childish, and...”
“hey,” he interrupts you, frowning as he leans away slightly. “hey, look at me.”
when you lift your head to make eye contact, his heart feels heavy at the sight of your watery eyes.
“don’t ever say that shit again, you hear me?”
a look of confusion drapes over your face at the sudden firmness in his tone. as you tilt your head to the side almost like a puppy, he sighs, running a hand through his hair in an aggravated manner.
“listen! you’re... you’re such an amazing person who deserves all the good in this world but you just.... i don’t know! you keep making yourself small to please other people and it pisses me off! fuck,” he mutters the last words to himself, frustration evident on his features. “i just.... i know it’s not your fault. i know. and i’m not upset with you i promise,” at this, he moves to lean against the headboard of your bed, reaching out to pull you in closer.
“i just want to give you everything you deserve.” his words are merely a whisper now, sending shivers down your spine with their raw and genuine emotion. wiping at your eyes, you take haechan’s hand and position yourself on his lap, head snuggled on his chest.
“thank you, haechan,” you murmur, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. you briefly lift your head off his chest, long enough to press a small kiss to his chin before resuming your previous position, letting his heartbeats lull you to a peaceful slumber.
₊˚ˑ 𓆸 genre: fluff, college au, implied enemies to lovers (?), humor, gender neutral reader. warnings: bad writing none. word count: 921
you wouldn't necessarily call yourself petty. you were not typically one to hold a grudge, nor were you particularly interested in gossip or how strangers chose to live their lives. but there was something, some mysterious force of energy or perhaps a curse put on your poor undeserving soul, that led you to despise a certain red-haired man. it wasn't the fact that you were annoyed by this man's mere presence that had your blood all but boiling; that in itself was whatever. no, the real curse lay in the fact that said man somehow managed to infiltrate into every corner of your existence, like poison ivy grabbing hold of every open surface of an ancient brick building or dirty water leaking out from the plumbing system of a five-star gourmet restaurant.
first it was the coffee shop. your favorite place on campus, and frankly, the only coffee shop you ever stepped foot in, where they sold those iced teas that you swore were laced with something that had you coming back almost daily for more. it was a seemingly regular afternoon post-midterms when you walked in, coming face to face with their new barista-slash-waiter-slash-whatever the hell else he had to do as part of the job. great.
second was the soccer club. admittedly, he was a great asset to the team, transferring to your university halfway through your junior year of college like some savior angel descending from heaven to save the coed soccer team from yet another embarrassing season (judging by the looks of appreciation and almost idolization coming from your teammates), but it still meant you had to be in close vicinity to him at least three times a week. five, if you included your trips to the coffee shop.
the third and (you hoped to whoever was up there in the sky) final instance was your class in advanced ecosystem studies. lo and behold, the red hair in question paraded in during the second semester, right as finals project groups were being decided. and that's how you got stuck with him as your new project partner. yippie yay and all of that. you weren't completely sure what it was about this man that struck a nerve with you, and your friends would probably tease you relentlessly for it, singsonging about how its 'probably a crush' because he is 'clearly super popular'. you scoffed at the thought. no way.
"hi." in your periphery, you saw the infamous red hair sit down in the chair beside yours, not meeting his glance nor returning his greeting. when he didn't receive a response, he cleared his throat once, then once again, and then a third time, in a theatrical manner. finally, you turned to face him.
"i'm yuta," he announced, a gentle grin resting on his face. you took a few seconds to take in the view of him. red, messy hair in a half-up half-down ponytail, silver jewellery attached to multiple piercings in both ears and a ring in his left nostril, paired with a short-sleeved shirt with geometrical patterns swirling around one another like melted ice cream that would probably make your head spin if you stared at it for too long.
you simply nodded and turned back to your notebook, earning a fourth ahem, this one less theatrical and quieter.
"so," he started again, attempting to get at least one syllable out of you before class ends, "you're in my soccer team right? i think i've seen you around."
despite the use of 'my soccer team', his tone sounds more shy than boastful. you give a quick nod, which seemingly gave him the confidence to continue this one-sided conversation.
"are you always this shy, or do you simply choose not to talk?" his tone was now playful, testing the limits of your (strictly academic) partnership.
you roll your eyes at his words and turn back to face him.
"i am not shy. i'm simply thinking about this project which, in case you weren't aware, is worth sixty percent of our grade in this class. you probably didn't know, since you're a transfer student or whatever, but--"
"how'd you know i was a transfer student?" he interrupts, cocking an eyebrow at you. a small yelp leaves your mouth as you mentally punch yourself for revealing your more-than-expected knowledge of your new project partner, who has leaned back in his chair, grinning while flipping a pen around his pinky finger.
"i-i... uhm..." at a loss for a reasonable excuse, one that didn't include elements which inarguably would make you sound like a stalker, you sit at your desk with your mouth gaping and closing like a confused goldfish.
the silence doesn't last long, however, as yuta breaks out into an infectious giggle. soon enough, both of you are laughing so hard you earn angry stares from your peers, only stopping when the guy in front of you turns around and tells you to be quiet.
you didn't know where this change in attitude had come from, but when you turned to your new partner once more you handed him a slip of paper with your phone number scribbled in blue ink.
"i have work to get to, but text me later and we can discuss the project," you grin, packing up your supplies and waving goodbye as you make your way to the rear exit of the auditorium.
behind you, yuta is still smiling, a blush the shade of his hair now adorning his face as he watches you leave.
~*~*
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-:♡:- lee haechan headcanons
! can be read as platonic or romantic
the personification of sunshine
his mood is contagious and he's always able to bring a smile on your face no matter how cranky you are that day
also will not hesitate to have deep discussions about seemingly insignificant or mundane topics
like once he called you at 2am asking if you think worms have feelings and while it is very adorable it is two in the morning and you have class at 8!!!!!
the type to take out one of his earphones and give it to you without a word when sitting next to you on a train or car ride, or on the couch, anytime really
[5:43pm]
“are we flirting right now?”
a mischievous grin adorns the face of lovestruck!jaemin as you scoff.
“i’m literally just cleaning up this wound you got from accepting another one of those stupid dares. now sit still so i can do my job.”
“that doesn’t answer my question,” jaemin chuckles lightly, trying and failing to conceal the wince of pain leaving his body. you look up at him with a concerned frown, the worry in your eyes making his heart beat a thousand times faster.
“sorry, does it hurt a lot?” you ask, trying to dab more carefully around the injury on his knee.
jaemin doesn’t reply, too preoccupied with staring at you with loving eyes, admiring the simple beauty in your features; from the scrunch between your eyebrows as you focus intensely on patching him up to the shape of your cupid’s bow and the tint of your chapped lips.
“jaemin? everything okay?”
he snaps his eyes up to meet yours, his skin growing hotter and his heart beating impossibly faster seeing you study him. he gives a quick nod and you frown, not convinced in the slightest.
“are you sure? you don’t look so well,” you say, gently placing your hand around his wrist, feeling his pulse.
“your pulse is very fast, do you need to lie down?”
jaemin simply shakes his head and looks fondly at you once again. the featherlight grasp you have on his wrist not leaving his mind once, he finally opens his mouth to give a proper response.
“sorry,” he mumbles, mesmerized by the quizzical look on your face, “you’re just so beautiful.”
[3:16pm]
"i can't do this, it hurts so badly."
you sigh, sending the tattoo artist the universal look of 'give me a second to sort this out'. as the buzzing sound of the needle subdues, you turn your eyes to boyfriend!jaemin who is currently sitting on a black leather chair in the brightly lit tattoo shop, a panic-ridden expression on his almost translucent face.
you fight back the urge to smile or giggle at the boy and his nervous antics, opting instead to taking his hand in both of yours.
"jaemin," you begin, smiling up at him, "you know the needle hasn't even touched your skin yet, right?"
a small pout forms on his face and you once again have to fight the urge to dote on him, this time wanting to pinch his cheeks which so happen to sport a crimson blush at your words.
"i know..." he grumbles, looking down on his hand that you're calmly rubbing circles on with your left thumb. "but the noise was scary."
at this you allow a giggle to escape your lips, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead.
"you don't have to do this, you know." freeing one of your hands from his grasp to tilt his chin up, you look into his eyes with a reassuring smile.
"but i want to!! you know how long i've wanted to get a tattoo," jaemin pouts, adding a dramatic sigh to his statement.
"alright then, you big baby," you joke lightly, "in that case, how about a kiss for good luck?"
his face immediately lights up at your suggestion, back straightening confidently and a big smile adorning his face.
"you should have started with that! we could've been done by now."
[00:32]
haechan was at a crossroads.
the way he saw it, he had two options: one, confess the feelings he’s kept hidden, locked away in a corner of his heart, for years, potentially making you run away with the last of his dignity while his heart breaks into a million tiny pieces, leaving him to spend years trying to pick them up and piece them together again, BUT with the chance that you could feel the same way.... or two, push the feelings even further down his chest, maybe putting up another lock or two to keep them sealed away, an option which did have the benefit of keeping the risk of you running away at a minimum, but likely at the cost of his sanity.
his eyes scanned the room that was full to the walls with people; seniors enjoying their last weekend of freedom before finals begin, freshmen standing in corners looking like deer caught in headlights, a few grad students chatting on the couch in the living room.... and you. haechan’s eyes were pulled to you like a magnet, finding you standing among a group of your friends, laughing at what was presumably a joke cracked by mark who was sitting on the edge of an abandoned beer pong table on your left.
your eyes looked up, as if they had felt his on you, sending him one of your signature smiles that sent a warm rush through his entire body, making him feel both weak in the knees and like he could sprint a marathon all at once. the feeling traveled from haechan’s head to his toes, making his heart overflow with bubbling emotions that were going to spill over any minute now.
haechan mirrored your smile and started taking shaky but determined steps towards you. he had decided. the truth was that he wouldn’t mind all the pain in the world if it meant he could see you smile at him like that just one more time.
“hi,” he breathed, standing close enough to smell your shampoo, paying no attention to the rest of your friends. “can we go outside for a second? i have something i really want to tell you.”
ok but: private messaging zoom crush mark by accident and him playfully acting hurt but actually getting excited to finally talk to you;;
yo what is the prof on about rn i haven’t been paying attention
SORRY SORRY i meant to send that to my friend pls ignore me
mark: haha it’s okay
mark: am i not your friend :-(
mark: sorry that was weird idk why i said that hahahha
you can’t help the big smile forming on your face as you read his messages. glancing over at him you almost mistake the blush on his face for bad camera quality, and you’d tell your heart to slow down its furious beating if it weren’t for the shy grin creeping up on mark’s face as he reads the chat in front of him.
well in that case
hello friend :]
[7:36pm]
“hey johnny! guess what.”
you’re sat on the sofa with best friend!mark, your legs draped over his lap, nintendo switches in both of your hands.
“what?”
johnny, who had just walked through the front door, asks as he takes off his shoes and jacket, slumping down on the couch opposite yours.
“mark confessed to his crush via animal crossing. like in a postcard in new horizons!! how funny is that?!” you giggle, teasing the poor boy who tries to hide his face in his hoodie, mumbling something about regretting telling you about it.
johnny’s eyes flick from you to mark and back, his face a mix of confusion and amusement. “is that so,” he muses, raising an eyebrow at mark who only squirms in his seat in reply.
you giggle again, at last turning on your console and starting your own software absentmindedly. the room is silent save for the low clicking sound coming from your consoles.
“mark, did you send me mail?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion as you click to open the virtual envelope.