a/n: okay yall ik im inactive af but i have a 4.5 gpa rn and thats worth it to me so ill be updating a lot less n e way heres something for my sweetheart
okay so you kinda know jaemin
for the sake of this au youre both freshmen in college
you both go to nyu new york university in new york city for those of you that dont know
ik thats not accurate but LISTEN UP YALL thats what were doing
n e way
you kinda know jaemin bc you have one class together
math
he sleeps through it always
also you work at this coffee shop in the mornings
and everyday he comes in
and orders like 13047093252 coffees
like jeez how much caffeine does this boy need
and he always has lil scratches on him,, sometimes hes bruised
and youre like hey!!!1!! r u okay
and hes like yeah i work at a dog shelter and sometimes they get rly scared and lash out :/
youre like thats so cute uWu!! ofc sweetie pie jaemin would work at a dog shelter
he doesnt
okay so heres the tea
you kinda like jaemin
i mean how could you not
he always tips you
ALWAYS
and hes soooo sweet,, and he tries rly hard
but hes always half dead half asleep
the caffeine doesnt do that much
which is probably why he gets so much
no one knows about ur tiny crush bc like you dont even know him thats kinda embaRRASSING
but one day you stayed wayyyy late in the library
it was about to close when you left
and it was dark outside
if any of you have been to nyu you know that the campus is way spread out
so it was quite a little walk from the library to ur dorm
and it was dark
and ur alone in nyc
like thats scary b
so ur walking home and you keep looking over your shoulder bc u feel like ur being followed
like u know that feeling of being watched??? thats u
and then u see him!!!
creepy dude following you
so youre like omg hello 911
jk youre like GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FASTER
and the guy just speeds up too nd ur like dude i havent run since the sixth grade can u pls not chase me also i kinda dont want to die
never fear!!
spiderman is here!!
and so there comes spiderman,,,
like where tf did he come from
but hes there and youre like omg ur real
and hes like yeah dummy did u think the news was FAKE gotta go beat up this guy for u real quick
and then he turns to look for the guy and he was SPRINTING the other way
“well thats taken care of”
and he just flashes this smile that you ADORE
“thanks for that”
“here, let me walk you home”
thats the cutest shit lemme wipe these tears real quick
and so he just walks next to you
youre just talking
mainly asking for his identity that he wont reveal
but his smile and voice are vaguely familiar??
hes so sweet and funny and nice,, a lil bit dramatic
and he walks you to your door
and ur like bro youre in a spiderman outfit you might need to change before you come into the dorms
and hes like oh crap!!!1! but im not letting you go in alone
“... swear you wont tell anyone”
“yeah broski”
he deadass pushes a button and the entire suit just disappears.
like what kinda wizard voodoo magic
and who is standing in front of you!!
NA JAEMIN
ur just like huh
not surprised
it would require someone as nice as him...
and he was always dead tired
hes just standing there waiting for ur reaction
“im not surprised” you say
“wait what?”
“i mean i didnt know but now that i know it makes sense”
“so you dont care?”
“why would i?”
“idk”
so bb nana walks u to ur dorm room door
and youre like empowered or something idk
maybe its that u know his secret
so ur like you can know my secret
“hey i have a secret too”
“what”
and you just KISS HIM
i mean its lie .002 seconds long bc then u realize what you just did and ur like oh my god is this even okay he literally never talks to me hes nice but yeah omg what did i just do!!! hes spiderman for crying out loud i cant date SPIDERMAN does he even like me -
and he just leans in and kisses you again
hes such a smiley kisser :( so cute
“thats a thank you” he says
“for what?”
“not freaking out about me being spiderman”
“mine was a thank you for you being spiderman”
“oh really?”
“yeah u kinda saved my booty back there”
“hmmm... I feel like I need more repayment”
“free coffee?”
“and kisses!!!”
“okay fine”
hes so happy :))
and then he asks one more thing of u before he leaves
other than not telling people hes spiderman
“can I tell everyone you’re mine?”
and ur heart just melts
OFC YOU CAN TELL EVERYONE WERE TOGETHER NANA!!
everyone is kinda shocked at first but they see you two together and theyre like awe:,) so cute
warning: nudity but NOT SEXUAL!!! NOTHING SEXUAL FOR MY BABY SON MARK LEE!!
synopsis: (drabble) in which you’re pretty sure you hate Mark Lee, but a skinny dipping incident may change your mind.
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you decided you hated Mark Lee. Really, you thought he was annoyingly attractive. One moment he’d be the cutest giggling boy you’d ever seen and the next his brows were furrowed and his face stern and you thought no one could be hotter. But then he opened up his mouth and you were sure that no one could be stupider.
You truly could not stand him. Your friends told you it was because you were just like him in so many ways: a bit goofy, friendly, loud, and always in precarious (and stupid) situations. They also never failed to mention the fact that, despite Mark’s apparent insincerity about day to day life, he was one of the most hardworking and diligent people in your high school. But of course, you chose to ignore these facts. In your mind, Mark Lee was not your equal. He was dumb, and he was loud, and you were infinitely better than he could ever be.
It was this pretentiousness got in the way of many possible relationships. No boy was good enough for you. Hyunwoo who wasn’t attractive enough, Yoonoh who wasn’t smart enough, Minseok who wasn’t stern enough, Eunwoo who wasn’t outgoing enough. Each boy who had ever shown the slightest interest in you was not enough. Your friends tried their best to suggest that perhaps it wasn’t any of their faults, perhaps you were too picky. But you were adamant in explaining that you were a person who knew their standards, who knew what they deserved, and that you deserved more than any of those boys could offer. You always believed that, at the end of the day, nobody had your back like you had your back. You simply didn’t have the time for relationships built on false pretenses, especially not in high school. Your busy schedule made your life difficult enough, and you had no desire to make it any harder.
Despite your best efforts to hate Mark Lee, he made it near impossible. Most girls feigned death at the sight of his smile or his dumb freestyle raps or the crappy poetry he wrote during advanced English. He was your class president, star of the track team, writer extraordinaire, social butterfly, and to your dismay, the school’s renowned Soundcloud rapper. He was also a bit of a daredevil, and that was how the two of you ended up in the situation you were currently in.
You were known for keeping your word and Mark was known for accepting any challenge that came his way. So when you said that you’d go skinny dipping at the end-of-the-summer pool party, everyone was sure you would.
“______, are you sure you want to do this?” your best friend asked.
“I said I would, so I will,” you swore up and down.
“I know, but like, what if videos get out?”
You hadn’t thought that far in advance. It was true; you didn’t need videos of your naked body circulating the internet. That was how you and Mark got into this ridiculous situation.
You had decided that one person, a person of the class’s choosing, could witness your skinny dipping and verify to the rest of the school that you had kept your word. They couldn’t film, they couldn’t even look at you, but they could look at your distorted body through the water and know that you had done what you said you would do. In all truth, you regretted saying you would go skinny dipping more than you regretted befriending the school fuckboy, Nakamoto Yuta. It would only illicit more drama, but you would keep your word. And that was how you ended up naked in a pool with Mark Lee.
Those who attended the party chose Mark. They thought it would be funny, especially since everyone knew of your painfully obvious disdain for Mark. They also knew Mark wouldn’t say no, as long as you were comfortable with it. So you told Mark to turn around and shut his eyes while the rest of the party headed elsewhere, and you shimmied out of your clothing and dived into the pool.
“Okay, you can look now,” you said. Mark turned and saw only your head and bare shoulders, but through the water he saw the distorted shape of your naked body. Both of you were comfortable with the situation. You both knew everyone had a body and it was nothing to be ashamed of. It was other people who liked to make every bit of nudity about sexuality.
“This is kinda weird,” he said.
“It’s actually sort of... freeing,” you offered.
“Do you mind if I try?” he asked.
“Why would I care?”
Mark nodded quickly and then, without warning, ripped his board shorts from his body and jumped in, splashing and flashing you.
As he came up gasping for air, you screeched, “Mark Lee, I think I hate you!”
He let out a little giggle and smiled at you. “I feel quite the opposite,” he said as he pushed your bare shoulder, causing your body to float up to the water. And that was when the both of you became very uncomfortable.
You told him to close his eyes as you swam to the edge and scrambled out of the pool, wrapping yourself in a towel as quickly as possible. Through laughter and with the angriest voice you could muster, you muttered, “Mark Lee, I know I hate you.”
He turned to look at you with those doe eyes of his and quietly asked you to throw him his shorts. Awkwardly, he put them back on and allowed you privacy to put your clothes back on. You shot a text to your friends, letting them know that the dare had been completed, that Mark had witnessed you, and somehow he fell into the pool. People began swarming back to the center of the party, jumping into the pool and congratulating you on your bravery. You, on the other hand, had become mortified by the events that had taken place with Mark only minutes earlier.
You managed to slip away from the party and into a small group of trees that littered the outline of whoever’s backyard. Your body was your body. Everyone else had a body too. Bodies weren’t anything to be ashamed of, yet something about Mark seeing you, about you seeing Mark, made you shudder. As you contemplated the previous events, you felt a hand lightly tap your shoulder and legs swing over the bench you were seated on. Mark Lee was next to you.
“Do you really hate me?” he asked with concern in his voice. “I don’t want to be hated by anyone. Especially not you.”
You laughed. “No, I don’t hate you.” Biting your lip, you looked at him. He was cute when he was concerned. Ridiculously so. “I don’t think I’ve ever hated you.”
“Then why do you always ignore me at school? Make fun of my writing, my raps, my everything? Why’d you say you hated me?” he questioned.
You knew the answer. Your friends knew the answer. It was just that you were too afraid to admit the truth.
“Mark, haven’t you ever noticed that we’re like the exact same person? You’re just a way more attractive and talented version? Like, our personalities are the exact same. Yours is just better. I don’t like feeling second best and I especially don’t like seeing someone who is just as dumb as me.” You pushed him with his shoulder lightly. It was teasing, really, but Mark seemed a little offended.
“You think I’m dumb?”
“Oh my god,” you breathed. “Well, now I do. Can’t you tell I’m joking?”
“Oh.” He looked at the ground. “Sorry. I’m just... I’m just not good at this stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Feelings stuff.”
“Feelings?”
He continued to not say anything, just sat in silence. Your thighs brushed as you heard the laughter and shouts just across the yard, even though you were relatively secluded. Thinking of what he could possibly mean, your mind raced. Did Mark Lee like you? Did you like Mark Lee? It was the perfect moment for introspection, and in your self analysis, you realized that you never did hate him. Perhaps you liked him this whole time and were just too afraid of looking inferior.
You looked over at him, grabbed his hand, and smiled. His head shot up at the sudden contact. It was awkward, like most things were with him. You were holding his hand as if you were ready to give him a handshake, and you were only using it as leverage so that he couldn’t get away from you.
“Mark, I’m pretty sure I like you. Like, in the I-want-to-date-you kind of way,” you said. “And I think I only acted like I hated you so much because really, I didn’t want to look inferior because you’re so you. You really are the better version of me.”
“Oh, shut up,” Mark laughed. “I’m not better than you. We’re equals. You’ve got more actual friends. Mine all left me when they graduated. And Jeno, Hyuck, Jaemin, and all them? They’re not even my friends. They’re like my baby brothers. Plus, you’re the best without being the center of attention. I’m only the best because I am the center of attention. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“No, but I don’t want to fight with you,” you said. Letting go of his hand, you placed yours on your thigh and looked up at the stars peeking out between the tree branches. With fumbling hands, Mark looked up too while his hand tried to grasp yours. Your fingers intertwined, and your heart soared. You couldn’t bear to look at him. Because after all these years, you never truly hated him. You just thought you did, and boy, were you wrong.
going to start a fic recs list when I have more time but for the time being, I just wanted to tell you all to check out @softestscoups !! every one of their fics is amazing!! most of them are mature so if that’s not your thing then I wouldn’t recommend it to you but their stuff is so well written with great plot lines
tl;dr: basically i’m not writing about everyone in the groups I write about bc some people I see as friends and not in a romantic light but I can write a best friends scenario if u want (more below)
so i’ve gained a lot of “fans” or whatever u wanna call them so I wanted to say something!! there are some people in the groups that I absolutely love that I won’t write fanfics about. not because I love them less, but because I don’t view them in that way. for example, one of my all time favs is hoshi (soonyoung) from seventeen and I see him as a best friend, not like a relationship. if y’all want me to write a best friend scenario I would be more than happy!! but don’t expect me to write a relationship scenario for each member of every group bc it simply makes me uncomfortable as I don’t view them in this light. also, as strange as it sounds, I probably will never write about bts. I respect and admire them very much and don’t feel adequate or comfortable writing about them. and for the two main groups i write about (nct and seventeen) I will probably never write about jeonghan, jihoon, soonyoung, and seungkwan or ten and donghyuck bc I don’t see them in that light!! but I love them just as much as everyone else!! and sorry about my inactivity, school is kicking my ass
synopsis: in which taeyong is overworked, tired, and too selfless and all you want is for him to learn to love himself
You’d been in love with Taeyong for as long as you could remember. He’d been there at your first dance, watched you get rejected by your crush, and swoop in and save the day when tens of other girls and boys were waiting for their chance to ask him. He was there to stand next to you during your first day of high school, to comfort you during your first breakup. He was there through it all, so your relationship didn’t surprise anyone. In fact, it didn’t surprise him. But it did surprise you.
You loved Taeyong. You really, truly loved him, but he had one fatal flaw, one hamartia that truly bothered you: his selflessness.
Now, you weren’t an evil person who wanted him to be self indulging and only care about himself, but you did notice how often he placed his own needs below the needs of those around him, and you truly wished you could give him a way for him to learn to love himself before loving everyone else. It was a pointless effort, though, because he told you time and time again that he felt loved when you felt loved.
You’d been pushed to your breaking point. You loved Taeyong, and all you wanted was to see him take care of himself first. And when you finally truly voiced that, not in your late night conversations in bed or over text or at the end of a short phone call, when you voiced it in person clearly, it came out nothing like you had meant it to.
“Taeyong, don’t you ever care about yourself?” you nearly screamed at him. “All you do is put everyone else first, and I know that deep down inside of you, you’re dying for a break. So stop lying to yourself and everyone around you and take care of yourself.”
“_______, I’m-” he began.
“Taeyong, save it. I can’t handle watching you stress yourself out nearly everyday. I can’t be happy when you don’t do anything for yourself.”
“Do you want to break up? Because if that’ll make you happy, I’ll do it,” he said.
“Will it make you happy?” you questioned him.
“Of course not,” he said, “but if that’s what you want, I will do it.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” you sighed. It was at this exact moment that his phone rang. You knew that ringtone anywhere: his baby brother Jisung.
“Go to him,” you said softly. “We’ll finish this later.”
Taeyong nodded and exited your apartment, saddened but worried about what his brother could possibly need. He knew you were right: he never put himself first. He needed to love himself. But it was his natural instinct to take care of everyone else first and foremost, and it wasn’t a habit he could easily give up. He thought of losing you because of this, and while he knew it was a problem, he truly didn’t think it was that bad. Perhaps it had just finally bubbled up to the surface and exploded, but you would cool down soon. He assured himself that the next chance he had, he would work on himself.
Meanwhile, you were trying your best not to cry while crumpled up into a ball on your bedroom floor. Did you want to break up with him? It was one less person for him to worry about if you did. But you loved him, and you desperately yearned for him to love himself the way you did. Your phone buzzed: a message from Doyoung, his long time best friend.
DY: Please come see Taeyong. He can’t even help Jisung with his math homework because he’s so upset. You always make him better.
YN: Be right over.
It was futile to try to stop liking Taeyong. He was the love of your life, and as you started your car to head to his apartment, you nearly burst into tears at the thought of your fight. It was stupid. Taeyong’s selflessness was one of the reasons you loved him, and you never wanted him to lose that aspect of himself. But you did want him to learn to take better care of himself. As you neared his home, you hardly stopped the car before jumping out to see him. Doyoung quickly let you in, and you slowly padded down the hallway and into Taeyong’s room where he was holding back tears. He saw you enter the room and a tear promptly rolled down his cheek.
“I don’t ever want to lose you, you know that right?” he said softly as he climbed into your arms. “And I know I never take care of myself, but there’s a million people who need to be taken care of, too. I want to be the one that helps them.”
“But who helps you?” you asked. “I want you to love yourself. You can’t truly help anyone else before you help yourself.”
“I promise you, I will love myself soon. Just don’t break up with me. Not over this. I can’t help but be like this.”
“Oh, shut up,” you laughed before placing a kiss on his forehead. “I know I got mad, but I hate seeing you overwork yourself. Love yourself sometimes, Tae. It’s hard at first, but I promise you, it’ll make your life so much better.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” he asked as he sat up to lean in for a chaste kiss.
“You did everything you could for everyone you could,” you said softly, “and now it’s your turn to do whatever you can for yourself.”
synopsis: in which Johnny Seo is your best friend, and you really can’t tell how he feels about you
He’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember, but the friendship always seemed a little bit different than everyone else’s. Theirs were simple, entirely platonic, but yours and Johnny’s was different.
Johnny was a physical person. He showed that he cared through touch, and it never seemed to leave you alone. It was hands intertwined, fingertips brushing thighs, a long hug, cuddles after a stressful week, his arm around you while you walked. Most people assumed you were a couple by the way the two of you behaved, but you were sure to quell their suspicions with the truth: you and Johnny were best friends. A strange sort of best friends, but best friends nonetheless.
It had crossed your mind, though. What it would be like if you and Johnny were a couple. It didn’t seem like anything would change. Yes, you’d probably throw in kisses and kinder words, but you already behaved like a couple. The only thing stopping you from truly being a couple was if Johnny thought of you the way you thought of him.
The words spilled out one night. The two of you were tangled up on his couch, your head on his chest, his arm around your torso, your legs mingling together. It was normal to the both of you, but it wasn’t what best friends did.
“Do you ever think about it?” you asked.
“About what?”
“Everyone already assumes we’re in a relationship,” you said quietly. “What if we actually were? Would anything change?”
Johnny was quiet. You knew what you said was too forward, too brash. You pried yourself off of him and sat up straight. He turned to face you, wide eyed and confused.
“Is that really how you feel?” he questioned. “You know you can tell me the truth; nothing can ruin our friendship.”
“Yeah, it is,” you mumbled.
Johnny laughed and pulled you back into him. “Well, good. Because I wouldn’t touch you so much if I didn’t like you the way couples like one another.”
a/n: I need to write more :( this isn’t good and I’m so sorry! my junior year just started up and I’m incredibly busy and stressed.
synopsis: in which you and renjun are planning a dance and he really couldn’t have a bigger crush on you.
Really, Renjun wasn’t sure how he ended up on student council. He thought maybe it was his intelligence or his artistic skills, but it was most likely because Jeno and Jaemin were his best friends and two of the most popular boys in school. But there he was, at the first meeting, where you were clad in nice clothing and stood up to address the group of students and few teachers.
He knew you from around school. You were the one to watch. From difficult classes to clubs to sports, you did it all. You took charge wherever you went, and nobody questioned your authority. Despite your so-called bossiness, you were loved by the entire school, but the teachers had their issues with you. They, of course, did not appreciate being called out on their mistakes or errors. And you didn’t mind pointing them out.
Renjun was the slightest bit afraid of you. You were so comfortable with yourself and those around you that it nearly intimidated him. He was still a little shy and a bit more than awkward, and you were the exact opposite. He admired you though, but always from afar. He wanted to be like you, so hardworking, dedicated, persistent. And he also didn’t think you looked all that bad, but he’d never admit it.
And maybe he was meant to end up on student council after all. Maybe it was his chance to finally get to know you. And of course, as fate would have it, the student council advisor quickly divided the large group of students into pairs, and he found himself partnered up with you. The two of you were supposed to come up with the best possible theme for the formal dance in six weeks, and having never gone to a dance, Renjun was of no help.
You were quick to guide him though, and he latched onto your idea like a fish and bait. He quickly sketched ideas for how the dance could be set up and various areas that could be included in the dance, from a photobooth to a candy bar. Of course, in your flamboyance and extroversion, you wanted the sparkliest, flashiest dance possible. Your eyes lit up with so much excitement when you spoke of it that Renjun couldn’t help but agree. And you quickly discovered that most of the students in class felt the same way, as well. So the preparations for the glitteriest night to ever occur in the entire history of your school began.
You and Renjun were in charge, and found yourselves partners and equals, but he couldn’t help but feel inferior when next to you. You were everything he wasn’t.
“Those sketches look amazing, Jun!” you exclaimed one day. “I swear, if you keep this up, I might just fall in love.”
He knew that you were joking. It was in your nature. But the flirtatious tone of your voice made him more than uncomfortable. His thoughts raced at the idea of you liking him, and he couldn’t fathom someone like you being interested in someone like him. You, on the other hand, thought that he was your equal, your partner. And as you witnessed him distance himself from you, you were certain to reach out. There were only two more weeks until the dance, and he was more distant than ever. You knew he was shy and not one to express his true feelings, and he seemed to balance you out. While you were irrational, open, and sometimes ditzy, he was calm, composed, and aware. The two of you were like day and night, and his differences attracted you. It didn’t hurt that he was a good looking guy, as well. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had a slight crush on him, and his constant distancing himself from you only disappointed you more and more.
“The dance is coming up soon,” you said excitedly. “Who are you taking?”
“I, uh, don’t think I’m going to go,” he replied softly. “Dances aren’t my scene.”
“You literally helped me plan this whole thing. You’re going! Do you not have a date? Is that the problem?” you rapidly questioned. “You always do this. C’mon, just answer me. I don’t bite.”
Renjun awkwardly scratched his head and smiled at you. “I don’t have a date,” he said softly.
“Would you like to go with me?” you questioned.
Renjun’s cheeks flushed red as a small smile crossed his face. He quickly nodded. On the inside, your heart twisted and burst. He was sweet, too sweet even. And he was definitely smart, kind, and caring. You knew you liked him a lot, but you thought his disdain for you was pretty obvious. You often found yourself wondering if you were too much, too loud. And you hoped he didn’t look at you that way. You hoped he liked you for you.
You laughed with excitement before pulling him in for a hug. Both of your cheeks flushed red as you hugged him tightly, your hair tickling his nose.
And that was how Renjun ended up making what seemed like the biggest mistake of his life. Instead of keeping his mouth shut, he somehow was taking his crush to a dance that both him and his crush had planned and built from the ground up. To say he was nervous was an underestimation of the entire situation.
Having just received his drivers license, he pulled up to your house in his mom’s old car, a hand me down and a congratulations gift of sorts for finally learning to drive. You ran out of the house, too happy to finish getting ready. There Renjun stood, clad in a button down shirt and some slacks. Your outfit was equally as simple but just as elegant, if not more. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of you, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Hey, let’s go,” he said as he grabbed your hand softly and led you to his car. When you were both seated, you found your hand moving of its own accord while he drove. It reached for his hand attached to the steering wheel and you laced your fingers with his. His heart sped up while he drove, and he desperately needed to be at the dance sooner than expected. He couldn’t handle another moment with only you in his car. He might do something irrational or even crash. And Renjun was not someone who was uncaredul.
When you arrived, the theater was sparkling. The theme truly was what you were imagining, just not as nearly as much as you originally thought they had planned for. Every table was covered in sequins and the disco ball glittered as light danced around the room. Your glitter night was a dream come true.
Renjun was incredibly awkward. With clammy hands and a pounding heart, he asked you to dance with him. The song was almost painfully slow, so you pulled him into you and rested your head on his chest while you swayed together.
It was dreamily comfortable and probably the calmest you had ever been. You felt his heart pound through his chest and detached an arm from around his neck to place your palm over his heartbeat. It sped up, and you looked up at him and smiled.
“Don’t be nervous,” you said reassuringly. “It’s just me.”
Renjun bit his lip. He didn’t want to say something he regretted, but the night was going swimminglg well already. Instead, he spoke the words that had been on his mind: “I know it’s just you. That’s why I’m nervous. I like you.”
You pulled yourself off of him and began to cough uncontrollably. His eyes widened with fear while you contained yourself.
“Maybe I should go home,” he said.
“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed. A million thoughts flitted through your head. It was just school. The two of you would be at separate colleges soon enough. But he was Renjun, and he was there, and he liked you. “I just... I like you, too, okay? And I kinda think you’re really dumb for liking me and it totally won’t work out because we’re going to graduate and never see each other again and you probably don’t even like me because I’m incredibly crazy and-”
Renjun pressed his lips to yours in a swift, chaste kiss. It was over as soon as it started, but you still felt your heart pounding insanely quickly in your chest.
“That’s one way to shut me up,” you said quietly.
“I like you, okay?” he replied softly. “And I don’t care if it all comes to an end, I like you. And I want to be with you.”
You burst into one more fit of laughter, and again he quieted you with a kiss. He pulled away and the reflection of sparkles danced across his face. Your thumb brushed his cheekbone and the two of you giggled.
a/n: ik that he said he’ll never date his fans but I love to write svt and I love hao so I wrote this. even tho I’m a fanfic writer I want to make something clear! I do not have any desire to be with my idols. if they have a girlfriend/boyfriend, I’m so happy! idc,, if they loved me that would be COOL but ik it’s not gonna happen and I want them to be happy first and foremost. I wrote this bc I love svt and I love minghao and I love writing!
synopsis: in which you need some cuddles with your boyfriend minghao
“Hao, can you please scoot over?” you asked as you watched him lay dead center in the middle of his bed.
“Why?” he replied with a wink before rolling over to make room for you.
Instead of saying anything, you laid down right next to him and turned to look at him. He propped himself up on his elbow to face you, and you simply laughed when he leaned in for a kiss.
“What?” he questioned.
“I love your kisses, but I don’t want any right now,” you answered. “Can we just... cuddle?”
“Not without a kiss first!”
“Fine.”
You leaned in and pecked his lips. When you pulled away, he was already pulling you into his chest, your legs tangled together and his arms around your torso. You let your cheek rest against his heart and felt the rise and fall of his breathing. He was comfort, he was home.
His hands searched for yours, and you felt your fingers intertwine. It was a sweet, simple gesture that made your heart race faster than any kiss could. With Minghao, it was always the sweet, little things.
You nestled yourself into the crook of him neck and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Conversation was unnecessary while your bodies were pressed together so chastely but so intimately at the same time. You noticed how his heart sped up and slowed down when you moved closer or further from him.
You truly couldn’t believe you had gotten lucky enough to be with Minghao. It had taken so much for the two of you to finally be yourselves together. You both held back, not wanting to be a burden to one another. But the truth was, the moments when you were intimate, vulnerable, and open, were the moments where you were closest. The moments where you felt the safest.
would you be interested in a fic recs list? I’m going to have less time to write since the school year is about to start, so I’m considering compiling a list of my fav fics (mainly nct and svt since those are my top two groups)! let me know:)
so you and changbin were in a few of the same classes but you didn’t know him too well
you’d seen him around school
heard that he was AMAZING at the school talent show
all you knew about him was that he always wore black
also had a soundcloud with his friends akskfks
you thought that was kinda cringey
like yeah u heard he was good at the talent show but... soundcloud?
n e way
u honestly didnt care bout him,,, u had ur own things to do
that was until the two of u were partnered up in class
and u were just chillen with him working on ur project after school one day
and then he fell asleep
you could tell he was tired but... when he fell asleep u were like wtf do u do
i mean... it was just the two of u at his house
his parents were working so u were like... do i let him sleep or??
but you just decided to ignore it and kept working on ur project
then his mom came home
“omg sweetie you must be ______! it’s nice to meet you,, he’s been telling us about u for months!”
months??!? yall had had this assignment for like two days
maybe she was confused
then she saw that changbin was asleep
“oh, he stays up all night writing lyrics for his rap group. they work very hard.”
you just nodded and smiled while she shook him awake
after you told him that his mom had told u about his rap group,, he offered to show u his music
and u were like god how great can this be??
but it was super good??
and he was super nice and his voice was nice and he was clearly very talented!!
were you catching feelings?? i think yes.
his mom asked u to stay for dinner of course
and when u were eating she asked why changbin hadnt brought you around sooner
and you were like... well we’ve only had this project for a few days idk him all that well like this is the first time weve really interacted
and his mom was like “ohh,, but he makes it seem like you guys are very close?”
and he was like “MOM SHUT UP PLS”
so she stopped talking lol
after dinner the two of you went up to his room to keep working on the project
“ur mom seems nice”
“yeah... about that,, um she might or might not know about you bc um I like you”
“yeah I know”
“what?”
“she made it pretty obvious”
“you know you don’t have to like me back or anything i was just putting it out there,, plus high school relationships don’t even work out anyway”
“i’m willing to give it a shot”
“really?”
“i mean you don’t think it’ll work out anyway”
“UH that’s not what I meant”
“ik ik im just teasing!!1!”
after that yall were dating
ur friends were surprised af
but not as surprised as his friends
ur relationship didnt move very fast
there were times when you wouldnt even sit next to him lol
like youd be watching a movie and youd push yourself against the side of the couch and hed be on the other side
hed get all sad and pouty but wouldnt say anything until you noticed
so youd move over and curl up next to him
hed wrap an arm around you and pull you even closer to him
at school yall werent about pda
youd just walk together to classes and would eat lunch without each other
after school tho... thats when it was your time to be a stereotypical couple
youd go get food after school
walk around town holding hands
your first kiss didnt happen until a few months in
it just wasnt ur style to move fast,, changbin wanted to make sure everything was going to last
the two of you were at his house again doing homework
nd you were sitting next to each other on his bed and he just turned his head rapidly to you
“can i kiss you?”
“um”
“i can wait”
“well yeah I just didnt expect you to ask”
and then he kissed you quickly
v v chaste and sweet
he wasnt about that making out life,, not until youd been together even longer
he didnt want to tell you but he was highkey in love with you
you just made him so happy and he made you so happy and it didnt matter that it was only high school and could end very soon,, as long as you were happy:))
synopsis: a week in a beach house leads you to meet your new neighbors: mark and johnny. one week in santa monica with mark lee teaches you more than you thought about cliches, love, and friendship
pairing: mark lee x original female character ft. johnny seo and momo hirai (but they are not a thing, just friends)
a/n: funnily enough this is something that happened to me/my cousin/her friend! they met some boys while they were staying in a beach house and they were staying a few houses down and they spent the week together! no one fell in love (although I developed a huge crush) but i got inspired to write this
You couldn’t remember a year that you didn’t spend a week at a beach house in Santa Monica. You couldn’t remember a year when you made friends while you were there, too. You stayed to yourself, and typically with your cousin Momo who had accompanied you since you were twelve years old, but one summer when you were seventeen changed it all.
Momo had always been outgoing for as long as you had known her. In certain situations, like school and with your parents, she seemed shy, but the moment the two of you were by yourself, she was happy to make friends with just about anyone. And that was probably why you met Mark and Johnny, who were writing in the sand across the street from your beach house. You and Momo were people watching from the balcony, and you saw two young men writing “HI” in the sand.
“Hey, look!” Momo squealed. “The tall one’s a hottie.”
You let out a sigh before looking out at the balcony. “He’s attractive, I guess,” you replied. “I don’t know, I like the shorter one better.”
“C’mon, let’s go down there and talk to them!” Momo tugged on your arm. “If they’re weird, I promise you that I won’t talk to another stranger this whole trip.”
Momo was a woman of her word, so you followed her down the stairs of your beach house and quickly darted across the street. As you ran onto the beach, the sand burned your feet as you ran down to where the water licked the sand. There they were, the two boys that had been trying to grab your attention. One towered over the other, and Momo went directly up to him. You hid behind her as you shyly made eye contact with the other who was kicking quietly at the sand.
“Hi,” Momo said bluntly. “Were you writing to us?”
“Yeah,” the young man said quietly. “Didn’t think you’d actually come down though.”
“Well, we’re here now, and if you don’t secretly have a foot fetish or anything, we’d love to hang out with you,” she quipped. The boy let out a little laugh and gave Momo a smile.
“I’m Johnny,” he said, “and this is my brother, Mark.” Mark looked up and gave a small wave before returning to stare at the ocean. “We’ve come here every summer that I can remember. I’m twenty-three, he’s nineteen.”
“Nice to meet you,” Mark said with a blush.
“He doesn’t talk much to people he doesn’t know,” explained Johnny. “Anyway, what about you?”
“Oh, I’m Momo!” your cousin exclaimed happily. “I’m twenty-one, and I’ve only been coming a few years. Since I can drive, really. That’s why ______ invited me, so I can tote her around. Take her wherever she wants. She’s eighteen.”
“We’ve been coming since I was born, too,” you said.
“Can’t believe we’ve never seen you before,” Johnny laughed. “I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
The two of them hit it off, talking about anything and everything. That left you and Mark to your own devices and, to your dismay, an uncomfortable and awkwardly forced silence. Every few minutes, either one of you would look up at the other or clear your throat, but nothing seemed to be progressing. That was until Mark spoke up.
“I really don’t know why he’s flirting with your cousin so much,” he said. “He has some college girlfriend. I mean, he’s graduated and all, so they’re long distance now, but he swears on his life he’d never cheat on her.”
“It’s just harmless flirting. We’ll be back home in a week and this will probably all be forgotten in a month. Momo’s a ditz, really,” you said.
“You two seem like polar opposites to be best friends,” he said, making eye contact with you. It was almost harsh, like he was trying to read into your soul.
“Cousins are built in best friends. Haven’t you ever heard that before?”
“No, but most of my family doesn’t live near me either. They’re back in Korea,” he said. “With my dad, too.”
“What about your dad?” you asked gently.
“I’d rather not talk about it,” Mark said. “But we’re from Vancouver. In Canada. And Johnny went to college in Chicago, where his girlfriend is.” The two of you looked over to Momo and Johnny sitting on the sand rather close to each other. “She’s a psychopath. If she finds out, she’s gonna freak. I think it’s because Johnny’s such a catch.”
“Not gonna lie, I would never have come spoken to you on my own,” you laughed. “Johnny scares me a bit. This is all Momo’s doing.”
“Trust me, I’m completely fine alone, too.”
“But now that they’re going to be together, we might as well make the most of it,” you offered. “I mean, I don’t want to go hang out at the pier alone.”
“Me neither,” Mark laughed. “C’mon, let’s go get in the water!”
He started running down the beach, jumping from side to side to avoid burning his feet too badly. Momo and Johnny watched as the two of you ran down.
“I think they’ve hit it off,” laughed Johnny. “Should we follow them?”
“No, we should leave them alone,” she replied. “She’s never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anybody.”
“Same with Mark.” Johnny watched the two of you slowly tiptoe into the water. “Maybe this is his chance.”
While Momo and Johnny continued to flirt while you got to know Mark a bit better. Once Mark had opened up, you realized he was an excited, happy, and outgoing young man. He raced you into the water, his nose scrunching up as he smiled. You stood at the edge of the water, the waves lapping at your feet.
“_____, get in!” Mark called. “The water isn’t even cold!”
You wrapped your arms around yourself and gave him a shy smile. “I don’t know. I don’t like getting wet.” Mark ran up to you and grabbed your wrist before you could protest. He dragged you into the warm water and splashed you. Once you were partially wet, you decided to get in.
“There you go!” Mark laughed.
“What’s it like in Canada?” you asked as the two of you swam further into the ocean.
“Nothing like this,” he replied. “It doesn’t get very warm. The ocean’s not like this, the people aren’t like this. It’s different. I like the winter, anyway.”
“Winter?”
“Snow, mainly.” Mark ran his hands over the water. “It gets so snowy you can’t even go to school, so my mom would let us stay up late and Skype our dad. He works in Korea for half of the year, so the timezones get us messed up. And once Johnny left, I could stay up late talking to him, even though he didn’t want to talk to me most of the time.”
“He didn’t want to talk to you? He seems like he loves you?”
“He does, but I embarrass him. I don’t think before I speak.”
“You seem to be doing fine,” you teased. You started heading back towards the shore, knowing what Momo would tell you if you got out too far. “Hey, Mark, race you back?”
He laughed and started chasing after you. Within seconds, the two of you were laying on the sand, breathing heavily, and trying your best to laugh.
“You totally cheated,” he said, “but that was fun. Johnny usually gets mad at me when I do things like that.”
“Why?”
“He says I’m too childish,” sighed Mark. “I don’t know.”
You propped yourself on your elbow to face Mark. He was cute, an unconventional cute. The kind of cute that made you want to wrap him up and kiss his forehead, but he was also attractive in a way you’d never experienced before. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and there was sand on his cheek from lying on the ground. You desperately wanted to reach out and brush it off, but you found yourself staring at him instead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Uh, there’s some sand on your face,” you said. “I was contemplating whether I should tell you and just let you walk around like an idiot all day. But I guess now you know.”
“Aw, thanks,” Mark said as he brushed it off. He leaned in closer to you. “You’ve got a little something right there.” Instead of brushing off sand like you thought, he flicked you in the forehead.
“What the heck?” you yelped as you felt your forehead burn. Mark felt his face burn.
“Was I super hard?” he asked. “I’m sorry, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, don’t worry about,” you reassured him. “The problem at the moment is where Momo and Johnny went.”
Mark let out a deep sigh. “I swear, if he cheats on her.”
“Momo is better than that. She just gets bored. Likes to make friends. Even with fuckboys,” you explained.
“I don’t think he knows that.” Mark stood up and brushed himself off before putting out a hand. “C’mon, let’s go find them.”
You took his hand and got up before laughing at him. Although you were thoroughly caked in sand, only his bottom was.
“Oh my god, Mark,” you laughed. “Don’t freak.” You began brushing the sand off of him, eliciting an eruption of giggles.
“Sorry,” he squeaked.
“You’re like twelve,” you replied before realizing that your hands were still intertwined. You dropped his quickly and felt a blush bloom across your cheeks.
“I think Johnny and Momo went to our beach house,” Mark sighed. “I can’t find them anyway.”
“Oh, okay,” you said softly. “We can go back to mine? We have watermelon!”
“That’s my favorite fruit,” Mark replied.
You began running down the beach in an attempt to avoid burning your feet on the hot sand. The wind blew your hair into your face, and you had no idea where Mark was, but quite honestly, you didn’t mind. You felt alive, and that was what mattered. As you climbed up the stairs to the street, you turned to search for him. He was a few feet behind you and laughing like an idiot.
“You run funny,” he said through wheezes.
“Everyone runs funny on the sand, dummy,” you quipped. “C’mon, my parents are gonna want to meet you.”
“Parents?” Mark asked with wide eyes.
“I had to come from somewhere, didn’t I?”
“But what if they don’t like me?”
“Trust me, they won’t care. They’ll just want to know who I spent time with today.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Mark followed you as you darted across the street and into the garage of a large beach house, far bigger than the one he, his parents, and Johnny shared. You made him rinse his feet off, and then the two of you were bounding up the stairs and into the living space where your parents were talking to the next door neighbors.
“Hey, Mom, Dad,” you said. “Momo’s still out. She made a friend.”
“Great,” your father replied monotonously without looking up. Your mother gave a small wave until she truly gaged the situation.
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“I’m Mark Lee,” Mark said, stepping forward to shake her hand. “I’m staying a few houses down. ______ and I just met.”
“Okay, well, stay safe,” your mom said. “Let me know before you go anywhere. And be back by one am always. Momo, I don’t care what she does. She’s a grown woman.”
You pulled Mark into the kitchen and handed him a slice of watermelon. “I told you that they wouldn’t care.”
“I know, but I’m an older boy. And they have no idea who I am. It seems kinda weird.”
“They trust me.”
“Okay.” Mark downed piece after piece of watermelon, and you sat at the kitchen table watching him scarf down more and more. He stopped once to sneeze, after which he cheered “Yes!”
“Did you just say yes because you sneezed?” you laughed.
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s cute.”
Mark started to choke on his watermelon. “You think I’m cute?”
Instead of replying, you simply blushed and looked down. Mark smiled into his watermelon and set down the umpteenth rind. “Wanna head back down to the beach?”
“Yeah,” you replied.
When you were back at the beach, you both scanned the area for Johnny and Momo who were still nowhere to be found. You decided not to worry because Momo was older and intelligent, and Johnny swore up and down he would never cheat. Instead, you turned to Mark and suggested probably what was the stupidest thing you could’ve come up with.
“Let’s play a game of Truth,” you said. “And there will be no chickens.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No,” you paused, “well, if you want to pass, then you have to go skinny dipping tonight. And I have to be there to witness it.”
“Same for you?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“That’s a deal.”
“Well, you’re not about to see me go skinny dipping, so you better ask some good questions while you can, Mark Lee.”
“Fine then. I’ll start.” He let the sand he was playing with run through his fingers. You stared at him, his stained lips, his rosy cheeks from the sun, his big eyes, the way his hair moved with the slight breeze. His brows furrowed while he thought of a good question to ask, and you desperately yearned to get closer to him. While you considered moving closer, his head snapped up and he let his gigantic smile take over his face once again. “If we were going to be best friends, what is the one thing you’d need me to know? Something you wouldn’t tell me if we weren’t best friends?”
You looked out at the horizon, where the ocean drifted into the sunlight. You knew the answer, but you also knew you didn’t want Mark to know. But there was no way in the world he was going to see you skinny dip, so you decided to answer truthfully. “I guess I’d want you to know that I’m not confident. That I don’t like who I am, how I look. That I think I need a lot of work. That I’m probably not good enough to be your best friend.” You looked back down at the sand.
“Oh, shut up!” Mark exclaimed. “You’re like, the prettiest person ever. And maybe I don’t know much about you, but you’re cool. If I were lucky enough to be your best friend, I’d tell you you don’t need any work at all.”
It was Mark’s constant optimism that kept you asking and answering questions. He found out about your insecurities, your relationship with Momo, your hopes and dreams, and just about every important thing that had ever happened to you. You found out about his dream of being a writer of anything, a poem, a short story, a book, a song. About his life long goal of becoming a rapper or his hatred of living in Johnny’s shadow. You found out you weren’t alone in your struggle for confidence, and most importantly, you found out that you surely had a crush on Mark Lee.
“What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?” asked Mark, intoxicated by the stars and salty water. His laugh was infectious and his giddiness seemed fake. You turned to him with eyes squinted and hit his shoulder.
“The farthest I’ve been? Well, once I swam out in the ocean with this guy,” you teased.
“No, stupid, like kissing and stuff!”
“Oh.” You bit your lip. “I’ve never kissed anybody. Never even had a boyfriend.”
“Me neither. And I’m desperate to get some experience before college this fall.”
You both turned to each other at the same time. Mark’s eyes were wide and he was fighting a laugh. You felt your brain go a million miles an hour as it tried to figure out what was happening.
“You’re not thinking that we… kiss?” he asked.
“If I am, how would you react?”
“I would say no because you deserve a way better first kiss than me,” Mark replied honestly.
“Stop! You’re way better than you think you are. I’d totally kiss you if we weren’t on our way to becoming best friends,” you explained. “And also if my cousin and your brother probably weren’t banging right now. Because that’s just fucked up.”
“Well, I hate to crush your dreams, but we’re not kissing,” laughed Mark.
“How will I ever live?” you gasped. Mark laughed and looked from you to the ocean and back to you again. He hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet, but when he looked at you, he knew that you were going to be his first. He didn’t know how many of his firsts, but he realized that this week in Santa Monica would most likely change his life forever, if and only if he allowed it to.
The weather had changed and was getting cooler by the minute. You shivered slightly, and Mark took notice. In your fantasies, he’d wrap an arm around you, but in reality, he stood up and towered over you, putting a hand out to pull you up with him.
“It’s getting late. We should head back. My parents are probably wondering where I am,” he said as he checked the time. “Yeah, it’s past midnight. They might actually freak.”
“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go.”
He walked you back to your beach house, but he didn’t kiss you at the door like you hoped he would. Of course, he wasn’t a romantic person. You could tell that from a mile away, but a part of you hoped that he would be a little different for you. It was stupid, wishful thinking because soon your week in Los Angeles would come to an end and Mark would be gone. Before he left to his own home, he promised that he’d be back at eleven in the morning so the both of you could go to the pier. You hoped that this would be another opportunity for your friendship to bloom into something more, but you didn’t expect much of Mark. He was far too shy and reserved to let himself do such a thing, and he seemed too smart to allow himself to develop feelings when he knew it would come to an end.
You entered your bedroom and saw Momo sitting on your bed. She was rapidly typing on her phone and when you entered the room, she quickly shut it off and smiled at you.
“Where have you been all night?” she asked.
“The beach. With Mark,” you added. Momo quirked an eyebrow. “Where have you been? With Johnny?”
“Yeah! I helped him pick out some souvenirs for his girlfriend,” Momo exclaimed loudly. “She’s absolutely gorgeous, just like Johnny.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush,” you teased.
“Crush or no crush, I am not going to sleep with someone who has a girlfriend. I have more decency than that.”
“I know, I know.”
“Well, I just wanted to make sure nothing happened between you and Mark,” Momo said. “And it sounds like nothing did happen, so goodnight, _______. See you in the morning.”
“Actually, Mark and I are going to the pier in the morning,” you said. Momo pivoted to face you.
“Like a date?” she asked.
“No, as friends!” you reassured her. “He’s not like that.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she teased.
“It’s been one day!”
“Uh huh.” Momo left your room and closed your door, leaving you to toss and turn about what tomorrow’s events could bring.
Before you knew it, Momo was barging into your room and opening up the windows. “It’s nine-thirty! What time are you meeting with Mark?”
“Eleven,” you replied groggily before rolling over. “I’ll get ready at ten.”
“Well, your mom already made breakfast, so maybe you should eat,” she suggested. “I’m going down to the beach to meet Johnny. And before you say anything, just know that I am not interested in him.”
“Why?” you asked.
“Because I can live vicariously through you and Mark!” she squealed before jumping on top of you. “And also because we are just friends.”
“Fine, fine, I believe you!” You pushed her onto the floor and began getting up. “I’m hungry and need to figure out what to wear. Help me?”
“Anything for my baby cousin!” she laughed.
And that was how you ended up in Momo’s clothing, and most importantly, in one of her bikinis that you never would’ve dreamed of putting on. She stepped back and scanned you up in down, clearly proud of her work. You, on the other hand, were slightly terrified of Mark’s reaction.
“I don’t like this,” you grumbled.
“Then change and ignore all of my hardwork,” she laughed. “It’s fine. Wear whatever you want. Just be yourself, ______. If he doesn’t like who you are, then fuck him.”
“Fuck him?”
“No, like fuck him. Forget about him. My god, why are you like this?” She sighed and gave you a half smile. “I’m hungry. Make Momo proud today.”
“I’ll try.”
A few minutes before eleven, you decided to sit out on your balcony as an easy way of keeping an eye out for Mark. Eleven came and went, and you feared the worst: Mark was standing you up. Around fifteen minutes past the time he promised to be at your beach house, a brown haired boy was waving at you rather excitedly from the road. It was Mark.
You rushed down to greet him, grabbing only your bag and phone before almost running into the middle of a busy street. Mark laughed when you appeared next to him, and didn’t stop laughing for another five minutes.
“You… almost… got hit…” he breathed.
“That’s not funny, you know?”
“I know, but why would you get hit for me? That’s what’s funny.”
“Because I’m desperate to be away from my parents. They’re quite possibly the most boring people alive.” You paused before saying what was truly on your mind. “Also, you’re late.”
“I know, I know,” Mark apologized, “and I’m sorry. I’m bad with time. Anyway, what up, B?”
“B?” you choked. “Why are you talking like that?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of it before?”
“Yeah, B can mean anything. Bitch, baby, brat, butthole.”
“I’ll leave that up to you to decide.” He broke into a fit of laughter once more before he began walking down the road towards the pier. “Are you coming?”
You smiled and ran to catch up with him.
The pier with Mark was everything you expected it to be. There were no romantic advances, hardly even any platonic touching. He kept to himself, but he made sure the two of you were seated together on every ride. You heard him scream until his lungs gave out, him laugh for no apparent reason, and watched him get ridiculously excited over stupid arcade games. He was lovable, fun, and unpredictable. There was no rhyme or reason to what he said; it simply spilled out of his mouth. You witnessed him inhale pizza and ice cream cones like it was nothing, and you felt yourself fall a little bit more with every moment. Your crush on Mark Lee was undeniable by now, and it was getting more and more severe with every moment.
Before you knew it, the day was coming to a close. It was already evening time, and the two of you were seated on the sand, letting the salty breeze nip at your face and the warm sand burn your feet. It was silence, both of you listening to everything around you, watching the sunset on the sea. And of course, Mark had to interrupt with another fit of laughter.
“What is it now?” you feigned in a sarcastically exasperated tone.
Mark continued laughing a little while longer before containing himself. “It’s just… I’m not a romantic person, you know? And here I am, sitting on the beach with a girl that I just spent the whole day at the pier with, and we’re watching the sunset. And I kinda want to ride the ferris wheel once it gets dark, but that’s too cheesy and I hate romance and it’s so funny because I’m Mark Lee and I don’t do things like this, I live in Johnny’s shadow and watch him bring home girl after girl while my parents wonder if I’m gay but here I am with a girl and I am definitely not gay,” he spat out all at once. You slowly processed his ramblings. It didn’t make much sense; it was far too rushed and spoken without thought, but a small sliver of hope blossomed in your chest. Mark Lee liked you back.
You laughed and pushed his shoulder. “I knew you weren’t gay from the moment I met you, dummy!” you said. “C’mon, let’s go ride the ferris wheel. We can make fun of the people who make out on them and watch parents try to get their kids to leave.”
Mark flashed a huge smile. “Race you there!”
You stumbled up the sand as quickly as you could before you reached the pier and watched Mark continue sprinting to the ferris wheel. You chased after him, a wide smile spreading across your face as your hair whipped behind you. People dodged you left and right, and once you caught up to Mark, he stood triumphantly with his hands on hips.
“Loser has to pay for the ride,” he said.
“You cheated!” you argued. “Cheaters have to pay for the ride.”
“What if I pay for your ticket and you pay for mine,” he offered.
“That’s stupid. Why don’t we just pay for our own?”
“Because it’s funner when you’re being stupid.”
“Funner isn’t a word.”
“I don’t care.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
Mark bumped into your body, knocking you slightly. And before you knew it, the both of you were on the ferris wheel, shoulder to shoulder, thighs brushing. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour.
“If you try to kiss me at the top, I’m pushing you off,” Mark said.
“Why would I try to kiss you at the top?” you laughed. “When I could kiss you right now!”
You puckered your lips and leaned in close to Mark. You felt his hot breath fanning across your face before you pulled back quickly.
“Sike!” you exclaimed. Mark’s eyes were wide and you noticed a significant rise and fall in his chest as he breathed. “Oh my god, you totally thought I was going to kiss you!”
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“No!”
“Yes, you did! Does Mark Lee have a crush on me?” you asked with a raise of an eyebrow.
“W-what?” he stuttered. It was your turn to be surprised. You had only been joking until now, but you realized that perhaps he did have feelings for you.
“Wait, do you like me?” you asked.
“Um… yeah. I do,” he said, “but it’s stupid because in three days we’re both leaving and we’ll probably never see each other again.”
You bit your lip and looked down at the people milling around the pier. You couldn’t deny the truth of his words. He’d be back in Canada, you’d still be in the US. And besides, he’d probably make a million friends in college, and they’d be ten times cooler than you and he would never contact you ever again. But another part of you, a bigger part of you, wanted to let things take their course. Majority rules, so you sighed and looked back up to Mark.
“I ruined everything, didn’t I?” he asked.
“No, of course not.” You shook your head. “I like you, too, and I want whatever is going to happen between us to happen.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to kiss you on the ferris wheel,” Mark laughed. “I am definitely not. No kissing in public, ever.”
You laughed. “We just confessed and now you’re already talking about kissing me. What is on your mind, Mark Lee?”
Mark grasped your innuendo and his eyes went wide. “I swear, _____, I’m not like that!” he shouted.
“I know, I know,” you replied. You bit your lip before deciding to hold your tongue as you looked out at the ocean. The sky was slowly becoming dotted with stars, and you noticed Mark fall increasingly quiet as well, a rarity in the two days you’d known him. You expected him to make a move and to reach for your hand or wrap an arm around you, but instead only your thighs brushed as you sat shoulder to shoulder. His chest swelled with each breath and the breeze tousled his hair. When it was your turn to get off, you jumped off before him and watched him shyly catch up to you. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you reached for it.
“Are you finally going to ask for my number?” giggled Mark.
“No,” you deadpanned as you read the message. “But apparently our parents, Momo, and Johnny went out drinking tonight. And they’re not going to be home until late.”
“Since when do our parents know each other?” he asked.
“I have no idea but I don’t doubt that it had something to do with Momo and Johnny.”
“Yeah…” Mark trailed off. “So what do you want to do?”
“We could go watch a movie at mine?” you offered.
“Sounds good to me!” Mark replied excitedly. “Race you there?”
You laughed. Mark was like a twelve-year-old boy, always wanting to race places, constantly laughing, and incredibly shy in awkward situations. Yet here you were, almost completely whipped for him. When you both arrived in front of your beach house, he was breathing heavily as he waited for you to appear. You jumped on his back and the both of you tumbled onto the ground.
His face was dangerously close to yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening again as you felt him lean into you. And then, of course, he whipped his head back quickly.
“This time I got you!” he laughed.
“Mark!” you yelled as you chased him into your home. He had already dashed up the stairs and was laughing to himself while he sat on your couch. His eyes were almost nonexistent with his uncontrollable laughter, and he placed his head between his legs while he tried to regain himself.
“You’re going to pay for that,” you said.
“Okay,” he said nonchalantly. “C’mon, come sit. What movies do you have?”
“Whatever my parents want to watch. Momo and I are usually too busy doing dumb things to sit down and watch a movie,” you explained as you searched through the cabinet of movies you had. “Oh, do you want to watch Forrest Gump?”
“I haven’t seen that in forever,” Mark said softly.
“Then we’ll watch it,” you replied.
You popped the movie into the DVD player and queued it up. Settling down next to Mark, you felt a hand move towards yours. When you looked up at him, his eyes grew wide and he pulled his hand back quickly. Both of your inexperience shined through, but you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. There was an awkwardly large gap between the two of you, and your intertwined hands made it seem even more prominent, so you scooted in closer to him.
“What are you doing?” he blurted.
“I like you, so I’m trying to get closer to you,” you laughed.
“Oh, okay,” he stuttered.
And before you knew it, Mark was closer to you than he had ever been before. As every minute passed, you felt him get closer and closer until eventually, he let go of your hand so he could hold you. Your head was pressed against his chest, and you could feel how quickly his heart was beating. With a laugh, you pulled yourself off of him and smiled.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Stop being so nervous,” you said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Mark licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. “Can I ask you something?” he said.
“Of course.”
“Do you actually like me?”
“Why would you think I don’t like you?”
“Because… well… I’m not particularly confident either. And I’m very immature. It doesn’t make sense that you would like me.”
“I like you.” You turned to face him better. “I like you a lot more than I should.”
“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asked timidly.
You nodded shyly, and within seconds, Mark was basically attacking your face. You pushed him off of you quickly and laughed.
“Uh, what was that?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” he laughed. “I’ve never kissed someone before.”
You nodded slowly before leaning into Mark once more. This time, it was slow, languid, smooth. His lips slanted across yours and you pressed into him further, seeking friction. His hands were on your shoulders, and then they were on your neck, and then they were on your face. He cradled your face in a way that made you get even closer to him, a task you didn’t even deem possible. Your bodies were flush, chest to chest, and you could feel him breathing as his hands stayed firm on your face. Your hands were wrapped around his neck and then he pulled away, out of breath.
“That was-,” he said, unable to complete his sentence.
“Wow,” you finished for him.
“Yeah, wow,” he laughed as he leaned in for another kiss.
Mark quickly learned that he would rather kiss you than watch the movie, so the rest of your time together was spent pressed up against one another, kissing until your lungs yearned for oxygen. When the movie was close to ending, you heard the doorknob rattle, and you quickly pushed him off of you and scampered to the other side of the couch. It was to no avail, really, because you both had swollen lips, messy hair, and flushed cheeks. It had only been kissing, though, so your clothes were still on correctly since no hands had roamed too far. You tried your best to make it seem as though you had been intently watching the movie when your and Mark’s parents entered the room, Momo and Johnny right behind them.
Luckily enough, your parents were thoroughly intoxicated, so they simply waved at the both of you before heading out to the balcony for the fresh air. Momo and Johnny, however, were not even the slightest bit tipsy, but their reddish cheeks gave away the fact that they had had something to drink. They eyed you, and when they realized what you had been doing, Momo dragged you and Mark into her room, Johnny trailing behind.
“You spend one day alone and now you’re boning?” gasped Momo as she slammed the door shut. “What the hell?”
“No, it wasn’t like that!” you protested. Mark nodded silently.
Momo gave Mark a dirty look. “Get away from her. Move to the other side of the bed.”
The four of you sat on Momo’s bed while she and Johnny tried to come up with something to say, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, Johnny opened up his wallet to pull out a condom.
“If you’re gonna be like this, at least be safe,” he said as he handed it to Mark.
Mark began giggling and shook his head. “We didn’t have sex!”
“I doubt that,” scoffed Momo. “Messy hair, slightly sweaty, swollen lips, flushed faces. That’s an after sex look if I know it.”
“Oh my god, we were just kissing!” you swore. “I promise you, nothing else happened.”
“Yeah!” agreed Mark. “I didn’t even get to touch her boobs! Not even over the shirt.”
You threw a pillow at Mark before becoming so embarrassed you couldn’t show your face. Momo and Johnny looked at one another and back at you and Mark.
“Okay, fine,” Johnny said. “I believe you. But Mark, stop laughing!”
Mark’s face fell and he tried to stifle his laughter. You sat there with red cheeks and wide eyes, waiting for one of your seniors to say something, anything. Instead, Momo sat down next to you and put an arm around you.
“______, Mark, please listen to what I’m about to say,” she said softly. “I don’t care if you have sex. Just not on the couch. I don’t care if you kiss, just not in front of me. But I do care if one of you gets heartbroken, and at this rate, it seems almost inevitable. We’re both leaving on Friday morning, and it’s already Tuesday night. So think about what’s going to happen in the end. Think about it.”
Johnny nodded in agreement. “C’mon, Mark, let’s go home.” Mark got up quietly and refused to look you in the eye. He followed Johnny out of the door, and never turned around to say goodbye.
“Wait!” you called. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“We’ll see,” Johnny spoke for him. “My parents wanted us to go do things as a family tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” you said softly as the left your house. Once you were certainly alone, you turned to Momo. “What have I done?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I shouldn’t have let myself catch feelings. And especially not make out with him, because now I can’t stop thinking about him!” you cried out as you flopped onto Momo’s bed. “And I’m not going to see him tomorrow?”
“It’ll be fine,” Momo assured you. “Just go to your room and go to sleep. We’ll worry about it when it’s time to worry about it. And that time is not right now. Anyway, I’m hungry so get out.”
You left her room quietly to go fall asleep in your room, shooting Mark a text before you fell asleep.
I don’t care if I don’t see you tomorrow. Thursday we’ll do something fun.
Okay :)
Johnny really upset?
No i dont think he cares rly what about momo?
She’s worried
Oh
Well goodnight Mark
Goodnight ugly
The next day Momo was sure to take you out in order to get your mind off of Mark. She even confiscated your phone so you wouldn’t be tempted to contact him in the slightest. You spent all day at the pier or at the beach. And even when you thought you were starting to forget about the previous day’s events, everything would come flooding back to you. Especially the kissing.
At night, you couldn’t sleep knowing that you had been forced to ignore Mark all day. Of course, the boy was so easily distracted that he probably didn’t even realize that you hadn’t been contacting him. But he was all you could think of once you were bundled up in bed, and it was really quite cliche. Mark knew you probably just as well as Momo did, and probably even better than you did. In two days, he’d become your best friend, and possibly your first boyfriend. You weren’t sure about the latter, but it seemed as though the two of you were a couple. Midnight came and went, and before you knew it, it was four in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep.
Instead of trying your best to sleep, you slipped into Momo’s room to steal your phone back. Sitting on the balcony while the sky turned from dark to light, you sent Mark a text.
You’re probably asleep but I can’t so I’m texting you
His reply was much faster than you expected, and within thirty minutes, your phone beeped.
Im watching the sunrise
Me too
Did u sleep
No
Oh… come over and sleep with me
What?
NO NOT LIK ETHAT like we can sleep together in my bed or on the couch or sumn
Okay I’ll be there in thirty minutes
Yay
You dressed quickly and sent Momo and your parents a text letting them know you were going to watch the sunrise at the Lee’s, which wasn’t exactly true or false. By this time, it was five-thirty in the morning, and it’d been almost twenty four hours since you last slept. You arrived at the Lee’s beach house to see Mark beaming at you from the balcony. He ran down to greet you, and being that there were no people around, kissed you. He inhaled instead of exhaled, making the kiss messy but very Mark-esque. You laughed into this kiss and he pulled you away and into his bedroom.
“I’m not so sleepy, but you need to sleep,” he giggled. “Take whatever side you want. I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep.”
You blushed before slipping under his covers. He sat beside you and stared at you when you weren’t paying attention, but every time you caught his eye he turned his head, giggled, and blushed.
“Mark?” you whispered.
“Yep,” he replied.
“Do you want to cuddle?” you asked.
His eyes grew wide and his mouth spread into a smile. Within seconds, he had his arms around you, and you were being lulled to sleep, intoxicated by Mark’s warmth. You felt him press his lips against your shoulder before you finally dozed off.
When you awoke, Mark was nowhere to be found. You were confused as to how you had ended up in his bed, but the previous morning’s events flooded into your mind. You checked your phone, and it was already afternoon. Since Mark was out, you let your curiosity get the better of you and began checking out his room.
There was a red notebook on his nightstand, one that was perfect for copying down your lab partner’s notes, but this one wasn’t for school. Instead, it was a journal of Mark’s stories, songs, poems, and raps. You leafed through the pages, your heart leaping when you found his most recent entries, especially the ones regarding you. There was an entry from only a few hours ago, and despite your better judgment, you decided to read it.
She’s sleeping right next to me and I don’t even know how I feel. I honestly think I’m in love. It’s only been three days but I think I love her and am in love with her. God, I can’t even process what has happened these past few days. She doesn’t even think I’m super immature or annoying or tells me to stop laughing or to be more touchy or to do anything. She just likes me for me and I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I know it’s all coming to an end tomorrow morning.
You shut the notebook before your eyes continued on. It was a good thing you did because minutes later, Mark entered the room to find you bright eyed and sitting up.
“Good morning.” He sat down next to you and pulled you in for a kiss that was interrupted by his giggles.
“It’s afternoon,” you said. You looked down at the ground and Mark nudged you.
“Did I do something?” he asked.
“No, not at all!” you assured him. “It’s just… tonight’s our last night. We’re leaving in the morning tomorrow. So I was thinking we do something memorable tonight.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, his face falling as he became serious. “It is our last night.”
“We should camp out on the beach!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn’t that be amazing?”
“Actually, yeah!” Mark yelled in reply. The two of you couldn’t contain your laughter and shouts, so Johnny came in to see what the fuss was. Unsurprisingly, his new best friend Momo trailed right behind him.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“We’re going to camp out on the beach,” you explained. “I’ve always wanted to.”
“Me too!” Mark agreed.
“Well, we’ll help you,” Momo offered. “We better start finding things now. And if either of you get kidnapped or murdered, I’m going to be very, very upset.”
So that was how you ended up on a sleeping bag on top of a bunch of beach towels. It was ten o’clock at night, and while you were dying for some physical affection from Mark, he made it painstakingly clear that he was not comfortable with any public displays of affection. It had taken a ridiculously long time to find whatever you might need for a beach camp out, and even longer to convince Mark’s parents that there would be no funny business while you two were spending the night together. Mark had become increasingly awkward the more time you spent together, and you turned to him, getting sand in your hair.
He was staring up at the sky and listening to the waves crash. Thoughts of leaving tomorrow raced through his head, and when he felt your eyes on him, he turned to face you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I need to tell you something,” you said.
Mark licked his lips once more, a habit of his you had noticed. He leaned towards you even more and kissed your forehead, a surprise after he had made his disdain for PDA clear.
“I have to tell you something first,” Mark said. “I love you.”
You were already aware of the fact that Mark loved you, but hearing the words from him stole your breath away. Tears welled up in your eyes, and not wanting him to see you cry, you looked away from him. The crying was obvious, though, and Mark jumped out of his sleeping bag to hold you.
“Am I really that bad?” he asked with genuine concern. For the first time, you saw a serious side of Mark, and your crying worsened.
“No, you’re really that great,” you choked out through tears. “I love you, too.”
It was Mark’s turn to cry, and there the both of you were, sitting on the beach, holding onto each other, and crying. You pulled away from him and placed your hands on his shoulder to look him in the eye.
“Stop crying, dummy,” you said. “Save that for tomorrow. Let’s be happy tonight.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” he laughed. “I’m generally very happy.”
“I know,” you replied. “C’mon, bring back the Mark I know.”
Once you both contained your tears, Mark began peppering your face with kisses. It was strange, especially since he was so afraid of PDA. You pushed him off of you.
“Salty,” he laughed.
“Hey, let’s go to sleep,” you said as you rolled over with your back to Mark. He scooted next to you, his chest pressed against your back as he cuddled you.
“Your hair stinks,” he whispered against your neck.
“Then why don’t you go home,” you replied.
“Don’t say things like that,” he said seriously. “You know I don’t want to go home.”
“I know,” you said. “Let’s go to sleep, please. I’m tired.”
“Okay,” he said. “But can I hold you?” His voice was full of nervousness, and you felt his uncomfortableness permeate the air.
“You don’t have to ask,” you said, “just go ahead.”
Mark let out a little smile and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. You could hear his steady breathing in your ear. You fell asleep to the lull of the ocean waves and Mark’s calm breathing.
You felt someone’s arms around you, their breathing in your ear, sand pressed against your face, and the hot sun beating down in you. It was morning, and you slid your hands into your sleeping bag to find your phone. It was eight in the morning, and tourists were already starting to spill on the beach. You woke up Mark, reminding him that you could be in a good amount of trouble if you got caught sleeping on the beach. You both grabbed your sleeping bags and the bamboo mat that was supposed to keep you both out of the sand, but it was to no avail.
Your beach house was closer to the place you had slept than his, so after sprinting to your home, the two of you collapsed on your front porch. After a few minutes of uncontrollable giggles, Momo ran outside, nearly hitting the both of you with the door in the process.
“We’re leaving in an hour, _____!” Momo said. “They’ve already packed up most everything.”
“Oh,” you whispered.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Momo said. “Your mom hired that lady to clean up so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Okay,” you replied. “Mark, when’s your flight?”
“It’s not until nine o’clock tonight,” he said. “God, I wish you could stay here just a little longer.”
“I know, I know,” you said. “C’mon, we’ve got an hour. Let’s go to my room.”
“Okay,” Mark said with a questionable tone in his voice.
When the two of you were safely in the private confines of your room, he moved in to kiss you. Instead of responding, you pushed him off of you.
“Mark, what are you doing?” you asked.
“I thought…” his voice trailed off.
“If you bought we’re having sex, you thought wrong,” you laughed.
Mark’s face turned bright red. “You know I love you, right?” he said seriously.
“Yes, but I know if we do that, I’ll never be able to let you go,” you said.
“Oh.”
“Let’s just spend some time together,” you offered.
In the next thirty minutes, your conversations went everywhere. It was now just you and Mark, looking at each other. It was five minutes of just staring at one another, no talking, no touching. It was probably the most intimate thing you’d ever done with anyone. Finally, Mark bit his lip and leaned in to kiss you. When he pulled away from the short but sweet kiss, there were tears spilling down your face.
“I have to leave in ten minutes,” you said.
“I know,” he replied in a seriousness you’d never seen in him. His lighthearted cheerfulness was gone, and heartbreak was imminent.
“You should go,” you said. “It’ll just be easier.”
Mark nodded but pulled you into one last long kiss. “I love you and I already miss you.”
You bit your lip hard, trying everything in your power to keep you from crying even more. You watched Mark leave you for what seemed like forever, and you wondered if you would ever meet again. But you knew that the memories you made with him would never disappear. They said that first loves never worked out, but you both fervently prayed that one day, you would meet again.
a/n: absolutely OBSESSED with I am who! skz never disappoints so here’s a little something for our leader channie.
synopsis: (drabble) in which four kisses lead up to you coming clean to your roommate and crush, Chan
You swore on your life that Chan was your roommate for one reason, and one reason only: you needed a roommate. No, you hadn’t let him move in simply because he was cute and was paying a bit more than necessary. You need a roommate, and Chan was your roommate. And you constantly reassured yourself that that was all he would ever be.
Of course, you were wrong.
It happened first when the two of you were getting ready one morning. Shuffling around in your already too tiny kitchen, you turned around to smack into Chan, faces bumping and mouths colliding. It wasn’t a real kiss, but it felt like a kiss nonetheless. You didn’t think twice about what had just happened. In your mind, it was an accident. In Chan’s, it was more than he ever expected.
“I think I’ll just wait until you’re done in here,” he spluttered before going back to his room. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”
It happened second when his friends and younger brothers came around. You weren’t sure which were his brothers and which were his friends, but it didn’t particularly concern you. While the nine of them made more noise than you believed humanly possible, you hid out in your room. Finally, the youngest, Jeongin, tapped on your door and begged for you to join them in a game of truth or dare. He flashed a braces-clad smile and asked once more, and you didn’t dare deny him anything he asked.
That’s how you ended up in a circle of young men and teenage boys chanting for you to kiss Chan. Felix, one of the younger ones, had a smile too bright to just be entertained by what was going on. You felt that the boys had ulterior motives, but if you chose to pass, you knew your punishment: kissing the person on your right, who, of course, was Chan. Declining was futile, so you puckered your lips and leaned into Chan.
He was warm, soft, and sweet. He was like coming home and going to a beautiful place for the first time all in one. It was seconds long, and it ended before you realized it. As you pulled away, you knew things would never be the same. And the smile in Chan’s eyes said the same thing.
The boys erupted in cheers but claimed that the kiss was far too short. You laughed, and Chan placed a hand on your knee while they all exploded. Inside, your heart burst a little bit too.
It happened third when you were completely and utterly drunk. You weren’t really sure how you had gotten drunk, but you were at home, and you couldn’t stop drinking. After more drinks than you could count, you laid yourself down on the couch, trying your best not to vomit.
It just so happened that Chan had to walk out at that exact moment, and he saw you in your current state and let out a small laugh. You groaned and closed your eyes. Feelings you had suppressed for too long were bubbling up, and you knew that if you spoke in your current state you would ruin everything between you and Chan.
A few minutes later, Chan was at your side with an advil and a glass of water. He smiled as he watched you down it all, and propped you up so he could sit next to you.
“What’s got you down?” he asked.
You mumbled an incoherent answer, so he leaned in closer. Dangerously close. And you couldn’t quite take it anymore.
You pulled him into you and planted your lips on his. It was messy, rushed, sloppy. But a few seconds in, and his hand was on your face, and yours were in his hair. He had angled himself to gain better access to your lips, and then, he stopped. He ripped himself away from you.
“You’re drunk,” he said before leaving you alone. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
But the truth was, you knew exactly what you were doing.
It happened fourth when you simply couldn’t contain your excitement. Your grades had been fluctuating throughout the semester, and you prayed to every god imaginable that you would pass with above average grades all around. When your transcript came in the mail with your grades, you hurriedly ripped open the package to reveal that you had succeeded your goal.
Chan was sitting at the kitchen table and noticed your little happy dance. He got up to peer behind your shoulder at the paper you were holding. When he saw how well you had done, he pulled you into a hug.
“What’s that for?” you asked.
“A congratulations of sorts,” he smirked.
“Okay,” you said slowly before leaning in closer to his face. You felt his breathing speed up as his hot breath fanned across your face. And then, you were kissing.
It was the first real kiss, where you were alone, sober, and consenting without the pressure of younger boys. It was sweet and slow and so utterly Chan that you almost couldn’t stand it. It was everything you’d thought about him since he’d moved in in one kiss. And when you pulled away, you were too upset to bask in the glory of your perfect kiss. Too upset of what it might entitle for your future.
But Chan simply smiled and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to properly kiss you.”
You blushed and bit your lip before pecking his lips once more.
“I think you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to properly kiss you.”
not a fic but one of my favorite accounts just liked my fic and then posted about the member it was about!! literally can’t believe this just happened :,)
not overly bad or anything like that,, but we can say he didn’t have the best reputation
apparently he’d slept with many girls, was a kinky lil bitch
always late to school,, talked back to all the teachers,, showed up stoned,, ditched,, basically gave no fucks
you didn’t mind him
I mean it’s not like anything he was doing was directly affecting you
but ppl still didn’t like him,, they don’t like what’s different
especially not different flamboyant AND arrogant
but u decided that u didn’t care it wasn’t worth it to you
but theN,, one day
he actually showed up to class on time
and so he was actually put into a group for an assignment
usually the teacher made him do them alone since he was late
and you knew what this meant
SomeONE was bound to be his partner
and ofc ur teacher assigned the two of you together :)
so he slid u his number on a piece of paper
actually offered to do his work which surprised u
and then said he’d meet up with you later
and you were like okay sure
and then after school around 4:30??? you hear ur phone ding
and it’s him!!!1!
saying that he didn’t feel like going to school anymore but he’d get it done if you didn’t mind presenting/turning in the final product
and u were like wtf no um u are presenting too ya lil bitch
and he agreed bc he DID NOT like being called a lil bitch
so that’s how the two of you ended up lying on ur living room floor fighting over the assignment
and it was actually kinda nice??
jun was just a normal dude
he quickly put the rumors about him being a hoe to rest
“yeah I joke about some kinky shit but I’m not into it”
“oh well is it true you do drugs?”
“marijuana is hardly considered a drug in my book”
and so u found out who he really was
and lemme just say
he was attractive while still being a dick
but he was even more attractive when he was being real
so the meetings continued every night
jun kept skipping class to the teachers dismay
u just watched him leave the class:)
it turned out the two of u were really good friends
you made a good pair,, jun thought you were hella cool and you just didn’t care what he did
you continued hanging out even after the project was done
you’d just drive around town,, maybe pull over and drink a lil to get buzzed
listen to music and talk about conspiracy theories
one day you were both chillen at his house since his parents were out
and he smirked and pulled out a baggie of weed
you’d never tried but wtf why not
you didn’t get high and jun didn’t want to be high without u so you both stopped
“it’s normal not to get high the first time. we’ll try again if you want”
so a few days later you both ditched school
just walked out of class and didn’t look back
and you were back in his bedroom
he was sitting on the floor while u were sprawled out on his bed
and then he asked you if you wanted to get high
and you were like I don’t have to be home for like 5 hours why not
and boy did u get high
now u weren’t trippin but you weren’t ur normal self
you and jun were staring in the mirror
“this room is fucking beautiful”
“yeah I know like me”
“jun why are you so self centered”
“bc im beautiful. oh don’t worry you are too”
“nah I’m not beautiful. you’re beautiful”
“shut up _______ we’re both hot as fuck”
“fine,, but we’re not as hot as this room it’s like 3792848192 degrees”
“yeah but like,, is this what hell would be like?”
“nah,, hell wouldn’t hell if you were next to me”
“damn _______ you know I like you a whole fucking lot”
“oh cool”
“like if I wasn’t high i’d make out with you right now”
“okay cool”
from there the conversation just went everywhere
but it stayed on aliens. always on aliens
and then the high faded and you realized what jun had said to you
and you zooted out of there lmao
you both knew what had happened,, it wasn’t like you were on an acid trip
it was just a nice lil high
you didn’t go to school the next day,, faked that you were sick
so in the middle of the day,, jun showed up at your house
“wtf are you doing here why aren’t you in school”
“why aren’t you in school?”
“bc im sick”
“I call bull shit”
“shut up”
“nah, you’re not sick. ur scared of me”
“uhhh why would I be scared of you”
“bc I like you”
u just stared at him and he stared at you and you were like what have I gotten myself into I CANT LIKE HIM we’re just friends and also he does a ton of illegal stuff and could very possibly go to jail anytime soon
but a bigger part of you was like lol fuck it
and you just grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to ur lips
homeboy was actually a kinky lil shit and had been LYING TO YOU and immediately his hand went to your throat
he made sure the kiss was wet and hot and one you would definitely not forget
when you pulled away you just laughed
“I just made out with you and ur laughing?? what will happen when we fuck??”
a/n: lil something for our precious lee seokmin! working on a full length mark lee fic so sorry for the inactiveness! i’m in los angeles at the moment and very busy so here’s a lil drabble for ya:)
synopsis: in which you and seokmin are already living together, but you cant help but wonder about marriage
Everyone was very surprised to discover that you and Seokmin had bought a house together, especially when you weren’t engaged and had no intention of being married anytime soon. Your parents, traditionalists, were shocked by the fact that the two of you were cohabitating before marrying, but you didn’t let that bother you. Your cozy home with Seokmin made you much happier than when you had lived alone or with random roommates, and you felt no reason to apologize for your happiness.
Living with him had been a breeze, and almost one year into your newfound domestic life, you realized that you had to marry him soon. You had seen the videos of him talking about marrying as soon as possible, and you wondered if you were the reason he hadn’t married yet. Was it because he had no intention of marrying you? Were you just a stop on the ultimate destination of finding a partner? And most importantly, if you weren’t a permanent fixture in his life, what would you do without him?
When you finally brought up those worries while lying next to him in bed early in the AM, he laughed. He couldn’t fathom you worrying about his sincerity in your relationship. After all, the two of you had purchased a home together. A home with an extra room, he added, a room he intended to use for your future children. The mention of children surprised you even further, given that it was something that you had never even discussed. But of course, he was made to be a father.
Every night that passed after that early morning conversation was much more comfortable. You no longer worried about the uncertain future because one thing was certain: you were going to be with him no matter what. Marriage was going to happen, you just didn’t know when.
Then one night, when the two of you were singing to your heart’s content, he ran out of the room. Coming back when his song, the song he was so proud of, came on, he jumped on your kitchen table and began belting it out. You laughed, but deep down your heart worried. Mainly because he could fall off the table, or the table would break.
Of course, he didn’t care, so he continued belting out the song while you clapped down below him. Your cheers were probably loud enough to wake the neighbors, but you didn’t mind. You loved the ache in your cheeks from smiling so widely and your loss of breath from laughing too hard. As the song came to a close, you witnessed something unbelievable.
“You say, you say,” he breathed out slowly, “I love you. Say yes.”
And then he was on one knee, beaming up at you with the best smile you’d ever seen. And you were crying, laughing, but crying. He got down from the table and grabbed your hands quickly.
“Say yes?” he asked gently.
You couldn’t respond through your tears. Overwhelm with emotion, you nodded quickly and leaped up to hug him tightly. He smiled into your neck as you embraced, and when you pulled away, he kissed you quickly.
“I thought this day might never come,” you said breathily.
