Iminlove

Max || minor || bi and queer || any pronouns || Mangers of @bumbookitten

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Me!!!!

Hi my names max

I’m a minor so no nsfw

“How old am I” 100

I’m bisexual and queer

I use any pronouns

Favorite animes?: Chainsawman, Demon slayer, wonder egg priority 

(If you couldn’t tell) I write for games and anime

My request box is open, if you want to request anything

I have two lovely girlfriends @bumbookitten @lovserbrixd

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Kill bill || Nihachu x gn!reader

“I might kill my ex, not the best idea”

Summary:You and Niki do a cooking stream

Proofread: No

A/N: Bro I can not stop listening to kill bill it’s so good, if you haven’t listened to it wtf is wrong with you 🤨

“Hi chat” Niki greeted chat, you were out of camera view checking your phone “today we have a special guest”.

Niki gestured for you to come here ‘ready?” She mouthed ‘ready’ “Hi chat!” You said waving your hand.

@Imasimpfory/n: OMG Y/N

@User 2: Y/N

@NihachuandY/nsimp:OMF OMG OMG

@Imasimp: OMG ITS (duo name)

Laughing at everyone being excited that their favorite duo is here.

“We’re going to do a cooking stream,” Niki said looking at chat, you get some more ingredients ”Yes we have the Beautiful amazing y/n” she muttered face slightly red.

You heard what she said but decided not to tease her “Chat I got something,” You said grabbing your phone “Q&A?” You mouthed, and she nodded.

@User 4: What’s your favorite song?

@Imasimp: Favorite show / favorite anime?

“Umm... Favorite song?” You paused, what is your favorite song? “My favorite song is kill bill by sza” You looked back at chat.

Everyone spamming some more questions “Thank for the 5 (duo name) My favorite color is (F/C)”.

*Timeskip*

You and Niki got done with making the cake, and it turned out great “See” Niki showed the camera “Beautiful” You chuckled “It turn out great” “It did”.

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@bumbookitten @lovserbrixd

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Late-Night Study Sessions

Jeno x reader

College au!

Arthur note: Wrote this while watching all of us are dead, you should watch it

The library was nearly empty, the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages the only sounds filling the space. Most students had left hours ago, but you and Jeno remained, illuminated by the dim glow of the overhead lights.

You weren’t sure how long he had been watching you struggle with the same problem, but when he slid his coffee toward you, his eyes flickering with amusement, you realized he had been there longer than you thought.

“Still struggling?” His voice was quiet, but there was a teasing lilt to it.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I think math was created just to ruin my life.”

Jeno chuckled, pulling out the chair beside you. “You’re just overthinking it.” He took your pen without asking, leaning in as he flipped your notebook to a fresh page. “Here, look.”

You should’ve been paying attention to his explanation, but it was impossible when he was this close. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins on his forearms, and the way his glasses slid slightly down his nose only made him look more effortlessly cool.

“This makes way more sense,” he said, tapping the equation. “Try it.”

You took the pen, but your brain was too fogged up to focus—whether it was from exhaustion or Jeno’s presence, you weren’t sure. Your fingers brushed against his as you took the pen, and you swore you saw his lips twitch into a small smile.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Totally. Just… processing.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, watching you as you tried (and failed) to focus. “You’re not even looking at the numbers,” he teased.

Heat crept up your neck as you turned back to your notebook. “Shut up,” you muttered, making him laugh.

For the next hour, Jeno stayed by your side, his voice patient as he explained each problem. At some point, he stretched his arms behind his head and glanced at the time. “It’s late. You should get some sleep.”

You sighed, shutting your textbook. “Yeah, I guess.”

Jeno stood up, grabbing his bag before glancing back at you. “I’ll walk you home.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, his expression unreadable. But the way his hand hovered slightly near yours, as if debating whether to take it, told you everything.

As you stepped out of the library together, the night air cool against your skin, you realized something—maybe math wasn’t the only thing making your heart race tonight.

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New feelings….

Mark x reader

Part 1 part 2

As the days passed after your coffee date with Mark, your conversations became more frequent and personal. Late-night texts turned into phone calls, and you found yourself looking forward to each interaction more than the last.

One evening, as you were lounging on your couch, your phone buzzed with a new message.

Mark: “Hey, there’s this art exhibit opening tomorrow evening. I’ve heard it’s amazing. Would you like to go with me?”

Your heart skipped a beat. An art exhibit sounded intimate and different from your previous meet-ups. You quickly typed back.

You: “I’d love to! What time?”

Mark: “How about I pick you up at 6? We can grab a bite first.”

The next evening, right on time, Mark arrived at your place. He looked effortlessly stylish, his smile brightening up the dimming day.

“Ready for our adventure?” he asked, offering his hand.

You nodded, taking his hand and feeling a warmth spread through you.

Dinner was at a quaint little bistro, where the conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine. Mark shared stories from his trainee days, and you opened up about your passions and dreams. There was a comfort between you two, a sense of familiarity that felt both surprising and natural.

At the art exhibit, you wandered through the galleries, discussing interpretations and sharing thoughts. At one point, you both stood before a vibrant painting, the colors swirling in a chaotic yet harmonious dance.

“It’s like life,” Mark mused. “Messy, unpredictable, but somehow it all comes together.”

You looked at him, admiring the depth in his words. “I couldn’t agree more.”

As the evening drew to a close, Mark walked you back to your door. There was a moment of hesitation, a shared silence filled with unspoken words.

“I had an amazing time tonight,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

“Me too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He blinked in surprise, a blush creeping up his neck, but then his hand found yours, fingers intertwining.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, hope evident in his tone.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

As you watched him walk away, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you. This was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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New beginnings?…

Mark Lee x Reader

Part 1

The next morning, your phone lights up with a string of notifications. Group chats are exploding with your friends reliving every moment from the previous day, sharing blurry candid photos, and gushing about how cool the guys were. But amidst all the chaos, one notification stands out: an unknown number.

“Good morning :) It’s Mark. Hope it’s okay I got your number from Jaemin. Yesterday was awesome—I really wasn’t ready to leave. Maybe we can all meet up again soon? Or just the two of us?”

Your heart races. Is this really happening? For a moment, you just stare at the message, wondering if your friends somehow managed to set this up as a prank. But before you can overthink it, a follow-up text arrives.

“By the way, don’t tell Jaemin I gave him a shoutout, or he’ll never let me live it down lol.”

You smile at the thought, warmth blooming in your chest. Your friends may never let you live this down, but as you quickly type back a reply, you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You take a deep breath and type back, your fingers slightly trembling as you hit send.

“Good morning! It’s totally fine, and yeah, yesterday was amazing. I think my friends are still in shock they met you guys. I’d definitely be up for meeting again.”

It doesn’t take long for your phone to buzz again.

“Great! I was thinking maybe something more chill next time, like grabbing coffee or going to a quiet park? You know, away from the cameras.”

Your stomach flips. Was he really suggesting meeting one-on-one? You glance at the group chat notifications still flooding in and quickly weigh your options. You didn’t want your friends to feel left out, but at the same time, the idea of spending more time with Mark—just the two of you—was almost too good to pass up.

After a moment of debating, you reply:

“That sounds perfect. Let me know when you’re free!”

The conversation flows naturally, with Mark suggesting a small coffee shop not too far from your area. You agree on a time and spend the rest of the day half-excited, half-nervous about what it all meant.

When the day arrives, you find yourself at the coffee shop early, fidgeting with your phone. The door jingles as it opens, and there he is—Mark, wearing a beanie and oversized hoodie, blending in effortlessly. His smile is easy and genuine as he waves and walks over.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you. “Glad you came.”

The conversation flows effortlessly, his nervous chuckles matching your own. He talks about the group, his hectic schedule, and how rare it is to find someone who just sees him as Mark, not “Mark from NCT Dream.” You feel the walls between idol and fan crumble as you exchange stories about your life, too.

As the sun begins to set, the moment feels bittersweet, knowing it has to come to an end. But just before you leave, he pauses.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck. “I know this is kind of bold, but… would you want to hang out again? I mean, just us. No group this time.”

Your heart flutters as you nod, the promise of something special lingering in the air.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling. “I’d like that.”

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Part 2

As the day progresses, you realize how natural it feels to have NCT Dream around. Jaemin cracks endless jokes with your best friend, who matches his energy perfectly. Jeno challenges one of your friends to a playful arm-wrestling match, and they both act like it’s the Olympics. Meanwhile, Renjun gets into a hilarious debate with your other friend over the best bubble tea flavor, with everyone chiming in to take sides.

But the most surprising part is how one specific member—Mark, for example—seems to gravitate toward you. Whether it’s sitting beside you during lunch or casually offering you his jacket when the weather turns chilly, the little moments don’t go unnoticed. Your friends start whispering and throwing knowing glances, making you feel both shy and excited.

As the day winds down, someone suggests taking a group photo to remember this spontaneous adventure. While everyone is posing and laughing, Mark leans in slightly closer to you, saying quietly, “Today’s been one of the best. Let’s do this again sometime.”

The ride home is full of teasing from your friends, who can’t stop talking about how well you got along with NCT Dream. You can’t help but wonder—was today just a lucky encounter, or the beginning of something even more special?

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The little things

Jungwoo x reader

The city lights shimmered through the glass panes of the café as Y/N wrapped their fingers around a warm cup of tea. The faint sound of holiday music played in the background as she watched snowflakes gently fall outside.

“Here.” A soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Jungwoo appeared by their side, placing a perfectly folded napkin on the table before sitting across from them. His scarf was slightly crooked, cheeks dusted pink from the cold.

Reader tilted their head, a smile tugging at their lips. “You walked all the way over there just for a napkin?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy smile. “You always complain about the little things, remember? I couldn’t let you suffer through another messy moment.”

Their laugh was soft, their heart warmer than their tea. He always remembered the smallest details—how they hated sticky hands or how their favorite holiday drink was a(drink of your choice)

“You’re impossible,” Y/N said with mock exasperation, but their grin gave her away.

Jungwoo leaned forward, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he rested his chin in his hand. “And yet you keep me around.”

It was true—she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bumbookitten]

Title: “Peach Sangria & Cigarettes”

Yuta x Reader | Not!fic-style prose

Now playing:Salvatore by Lana Del Ray

We met in late July, when the heat was still syrupy and thick, and everything felt like it was melting—my lip gloss, my morals, my ability to say no.

Yuta came in like an old movie. Leather jacket, cigarette tucked behind his ear, smile like he already knew your secrets and didn’t mind them. Everyone wanted to be around him, but he never looked at anyone twice.

Except me.

(And I should’ve known then—danger always comes dressed in charm.)

We drank sangria from a chipped teacup in his rooftop apartment with the broken AC and French film posters peeling off the walls. He talked about Tokyo and Tuscany in the same breath. Said he missed the ocean. Said he missed a girl who wore silver hoops and never said goodbye.

I was the replacement. I didn’t mind.

He kissed like a promise and pulled away like a curse.

We never went on dates. Just nights that blurred into mornings—his perfume on my collar, ash in my lungs, legs tangled in sheets that smelled like summer and sin.

“You’re like a prayer,” he whispered once, tracing my shoulder with a single ringed finger. “Pretty, but too easy to forget.”

I laughed. I always did. It was easier that way.

By mid-August, I stopped asking where he went when he disappeared for days. Stopped checking my phone. Stopped waiting.

Yuta was never mine. He was a fire escape kind of love—only there when things were burning.

Now it’s September, and I still wear his chain around my neck like it means something. I sit in cafés alone and order peach sangria and pretend I don’t expect him to walk in.

He won’t.

But the ghosts he left behind still do.

End.

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In Another Life

Xiaojun x Reader

Words:680

The rain was relentless, soaking through the city streets as you curled up on your couch, the dim glow of your lamp barely illuminating the living room. Outside, the world was quiet—except for the occasional rumble of thunder and the soft tapping of raindrops against your window.

You weren’t expecting anyone.

Which is why the sudden, hesitant knock at your door made your heart stop.

When you opened it, your breath caught in your throat.

Xiaojun stood there, drenched from head to toe, his hair clinging to his forehead, his black hoodie sagging under the weight of the rain. His chest rose and fell as if he had run the entire way here. And maybe he had.

“Xiaojun…” you whispered, but he only gave you a tired, broken smile.

“Hey,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Can I come in?”

You stepped aside wordlessly, watching as he peeled off his wet hoodie, leaving him in just a fitted black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the way he was shivering. You handed him a towel, and he took it with a quiet “thanks” before running it through his damp hair.

For a while, there was only silence.

Then, finally—

“I saw you in the crowd tonight.”

Your heart clenched.

You had gone to the concert, standing among thousands of fans who cheered for him, for all of WayV. But unlike them, you weren’t there just to support an idol. You were there for Xiaojun—your childhood best friend, the boy who used to dream with you under the night sky, the boy who used to sing for you before the world knew his voice.

The boy who, at some point, had drifted so far from you that you weren’t sure if you were even part of his world anymore.

“You didn’t come backstage,” he continued softly, his gaze flickering to yours. “Why?”

You exhaled shakily. “Would it have made a difference?”

His jaw tightened. “Of course, it would’ve.”

“Would it?” You let out a hollow laugh. “Jun, you’re Xiaojun now. You belong to millions of people. I’m just…” You swallowed. “I’m just someone you used to know.”

His eyes darkened, and before you could react, he stepped forward, closing the space between you. “Don’t say that.” His voice was rough, desperate. “You’re not just someone I used to know.”

You forced yourself to hold his gaze. “Then what am I?”

For a moment, Xiaojun didn’t answer. He just looked at you, his expression unreadable—like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face, as if he knew he was running out of time.

Then, softly, almost brokenly—

“You’re the one I was supposed to love.”

The words hit you harder than you expected.

“Supposed to?” Your voice wavered.

He laughed bitterly, raking a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah. Because I was too much of a coward to tell you back then. Because I let life pull us in different directions, and now…” He let out a shaky breath. “Now, I don’t know if it’s too late.”

The confession settled between you like an open wound—aching, raw, irreversible.

You could’ve said it back. Could’ve told him that you had loved him too, that maybe some part of you still did.

But what good would it do now?

So instead, you smiled—a sad, knowing smile.

“In another life, maybe,” you whispered.

Xiaojun’s lips parted, as if he wanted to argue, to beg time for one more chance. But he knew. He had always known.

That love, no matter how deep, sometimes just wasn’t enough.

So he nodded.

“In another life.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, Xiaojun stood in your doorway for what felt like both an eternity and a second—before he finally turned and walked away.

And this time, you let him go.

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The One That Got Away

Johnny x reader

A/N:This might or might not happened me 🫢

The café smelled like coffee and vanilla, the scent wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. You traced the rim of your cup absentmindedly, letting the soft hum of conversation blend into the background. It was just another quiet afternoon—until the bell above the door chimed.

You barely noticed at first. People came and went all the time. But then, the world around you seemed to pause.

“[Y/N]?”

The voice was soft, hesitant. But it cut through the air like a knife.

Your fingers tightened around your cup. That voice. You hadn’t heard it in years, but you would’ve recognized it anywhere.

Slowly, you looked up. And there he was.

Johnny.

He stood just a few feet away, the afternoon light casting a golden glow over him. He looked… different. His features were sharper now, more refined, the kind of beauty that made cameras fall in love with him. But his eyes—the way they flickered with something unreadable—felt achingly familiar.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

He took a tentative step closer, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I—wow. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You forced a smile, though it felt wrong on your lips. “Yeah. Same.”

It was a lie. You had seen his name on billboards, on posters, on the covers of magazines. You had watched his performances from the glow of your phone screen, fingers hovering over the like button but never pressing it. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

And now, he was standing in front of you, real in a way that made your chest ache.

He glanced around, as if searching for something to say. “Do you… mind if I sit?”

You hesitated for a second too long, but then you nodded. “Sure.”

The chair scraped against the floor as he sat across from you. The silence between you felt heavier than it should have.

“How have you been?” he asked, voice softer now.

You shrugged, stirring your coffee even though you weren’t planning to drink it. “Good. Just… the usual.”

He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “You always said that.”

Your chest tightened. You always said that. As if he still remembered the little things about you. As if those years of silence hadn’t changed everything.

“What about you?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit you hadn’t seen in years. “Busy, I guess.”

You nodded. Of course he was. That was why he had disappeared, why the texts had slowed, why the late-night calls had turned into radio silence. He had been busy.

For years, you had tried to convince yourself that it was just that. That he hadn’t forgotten you. That he hadn’t chosen a world where you no longer fit.

But sitting here now, you weren’t sure if you still believed that.

“Why did we stop talking?” he asked suddenly.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You met his gaze, but it was hard to hold. There was something raw in his expression, something almost desperate.

You wanted to laugh. Why did we stop talking? He really didn’t know?

Or maybe he did. Maybe he just wanted you to say it out loud.

“I don’t know,” you lied, gripping your cup a little tighter. “People just… drift apart, I guess.”

He exhaled through his nose, nodding slowly. “Right.”

Silence.

Outside, cars passed by, the city moving on like nothing had changed. But here, in this tiny café, time felt like it had frozen.

There was so much you could say. So much you wanted to say.

You could tell him about the nights you stayed up staring at your phone, waiting for a message that never came. You could tell him about the way your heart had shattered the first time you saw him on stage, looking like he belonged to the world—and not to you. You could tell him that even after all this time, after all the pretending, you still weren’t sure if you had ever really let him go.

But you didn’t say any of that.

Instead, you forced another smile and said, “It’s nice seeing you again.”

It was a goodbye, wrapped in polite words.

And he knew it.

His fingers curled slightly against the table. He looked like he wanted to say something—like he was on the verge of saying something. But then, the barista called his name.

His order was ready.

His gaze lingered on you for a second longer. Then he stood up.

You watched as he walked to the counter, as he took his cup with a small nod of thanks.

And then, just like that, he was heading for the door.

Your stomach twisted.

Say something. Stop him. Ask him if he ever missed you, too

But you didn’t.

You just sat there, gripping your cup like it was the only thing keeping you steady.

As the door swung open, you saw him hesitate. His fingers clenched around his cup, his head tilting slightly—like he was waiting for something.

Like he was waiting for you.

For a second, you thought he might turn around. That he might look at you with that same soft expression from all those years ago and ask you if you wanted to start over. If you wanted to try again.

But he didn’t.

He stepped outside, disappearing into the city, into the life that had taken him away from you once before.

You exhaled, staring at the empty chair across from you.

And then, you noticed it.

Something small. Left on the table.

Your heart stuttered.

It was a bracelet. Your bracelet. The one you had given him years ago, when you were still teenagers, when you still believed in forever. It was a little worn, a little faded, but still intact. Still something he had kept.

Your fingers trembled as you picked it up, feeling the weight of it, the memories stitched into the fabric.

Johnny had left it behind.

Or maybe—just maybe—he had left it for you.

A quiet part of you wanted to chase after him, to ask him why he still had it, why he had carried it all these years.

But you didn’t.

You just sat there, staring down at the past resting in your palm.

You had spent years telling yourself you had moved on. That you were okay.

But as you traced the worn edges of that old bracelet, you realized—

Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life.

Some people are just memories, lingering like a whisper of a song you once loved.

And maybe, just maybe, Johnny would always be the one that got away.

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Yesss part 2 for the jeno late night study session it was so cute!!!

Late-Night Study Sessions (Part 2)

Jeno x Reader | College AU

A/u: Im so glad that you like it!

Part 1!

The library is unusually quiet tonight, the usual rustling of papers and faint whispers replaced by the steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. You and Jeno sit in your usual spot, books spread out across the table, coffee cups long since emptied.

It’s peaceful—until you notice that Jeno hasn’t said a word in the past ten minutes.

Normally, he’d be teasing you about your lack of focus or nudging your arm to point out some random doodle he made in the margins of his notes. But tonight, he’s silent.

Too silent.

You glance at him over the rim of your pen, watching as he stares down at his notebook, pen tapping mindlessly against the page. His brows are slightly furrowed, his jaw tense.

Something’s off.

You rewind the past half hour in your head, trying to figure out what changed. Then it clicks.

“Yeah, Jaemin helped me out with the last assignment. He’s really good at explaining things.”

The moment you said it, Jeno’s mood shifted—barely noticeable, but now that you think about it, the signs were all there.

Oh.

You bite back a smile. “Jeno.”

No response.

“Lee Jeno.”

He blinks, finally looking up. “Huh?”

“You’ve been acting weird.”

He scoffs. “I don’t act weird.”

You tilt your head, leaning forward slightly. “You do when you’re jealous.”

His ears turn pink instantly. “What—

“You heard me.”

Jeno leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, pretending to be unbothered. But the way he avoids your gaze tells you everything.

“I just don’t get why you needed his help,” he mutters after a beat, voice quieter now.

His words make your heart do something funny in your chest. He’s not teasing anymore—this is real.

Soft.

You rest your chin on your hand, watching him closely. “You know you’re my favorite study partner, right?”

Jeno finally looks at you then, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “…Yeah?”

You nod, offering a small smile. “Yeah. No one explains things the way you do. Plus, you bring me coffee. That alone makes you the best.”

Jeno exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You only keep me around for the coffee, huh?”

“Obviously.”

A pause. Then—

“You’re really bad at lying,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, something softer laced between the words.

Your breath catches slightly, warmth creeping up your neck. You’re not sure when the teasing turned into something more, but suddenly, the library feels smaller, quieter, like it’s just the two of you in your own little world.

Jeno’s fingers drum lightly against the table, before—hesitantly, almost unsure—he reaches forward and nudges your pinky with his.

It’s nothing. Barely even a touch. But it’s enough to make your pulse stutter.

You could pull away. Or you could move closer.

You don’t pull away.

Jeno watches you carefully, searching for something in your expression. Whatever he finds there must be enough, because his lips curve into the softest, most lopsided smile you’ve ever seen.

“Alright,” he says, nudging your pinky again. “As long as you remember who your real study partner is.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart is still racing.

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur, bumping your knee against his under the table. “It’s you.”

Jeno doesn’t reply, but the way his smile lingers tells you everything.

And for the first time all night, the silence between you feels warm.

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New feelings….

Mark x reader

Part 1 part 2

As the days passed after your coffee date with Mark, your conversations became more frequent and personal. Late-night texts turned into phone calls, and you found yourself looking forward to each interaction more than the last.

One evening, as you were lounging on your couch, your phone buzzed with a new message.

Mark: “Hey, there’s this art exhibit opening tomorrow evening. I’ve heard it’s amazing. Would you like to go with me?”

Your heart skipped a beat. An art exhibit sounded intimate and different from your previous meet-ups. You quickly typed back.

You: “I’d love to! What time?”

Mark: “How about I pick you up at 6? We can grab a bite first.”

The next evening, right on time, Mark arrived at your place. He looked effortlessly stylish, his smile brightening up the dimming day.

“Ready for our adventure?” he asked, offering his hand.

You nodded, taking his hand and feeling a warmth spread through you.

Dinner was at a quaint little bistro, where the conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine. Mark shared stories from his trainee days, and you opened up about your passions and dreams. There was a comfort between you two, a sense of familiarity that felt both surprising and natural.

At the art exhibit, you wandered through the galleries, discussing interpretations and sharing thoughts. At one point, you both stood before a vibrant painting, the colors swirling in a chaotic yet harmonious dance.

“It’s like life,” Mark mused. “Messy, unpredictable, but somehow it all comes together.”

You looked at him, admiring the depth in his words. “I couldn’t agree more.”

As the evening drew to a close, Mark walked you back to your door. There was a moment of hesitation, a shared silence filled with unspoken words.

“I had an amazing time tonight,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

“Me too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He blinked in surprise, a blush creeping up his neck, but then his hand found yours, fingers intertwining.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, hope evident in his tone.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

As you watched him walk away, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you. This was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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“It is 2 in the morning and the only thing you can hear is buttons, you and leviathan decide to pull a allnight. First it was anime night which lasted for 2 hours then it’s game night which lasted forever”

Im never finishing this, and your never going to get me to 

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Y’all still remember this ?!!!!

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Steps to Something New

Mark Lee x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

It’s been a week since your unexpected coffee date with Mark, and life feels… different. Not drastically so—just brighter. Your mind often drifts to the memory of his shy but steady smile, the easy flow of your conversation, and the faint blush that dusted his cheeks whenever you teased him.

Late one Friday evening, as you sit on your bed catching up on a Netflix series, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Mark.

Mark: “Hey, would you be interested in coming to one of my rehearsals tomorrow? No pressure! Just thought you might want to see us in action. :)”

You stare at the text for a moment, your heart doing a small somersault. Spending more time with Mark? And seeing him in his element? You quickly type out a response.

You: “I’d love to! Thanks for inviting me!”

The next day, you arrive at the rehearsal venue, clutching your bag tightly. The sound of muffled beats filters through the walls, and you take a deep breath before stepping in. Mark meets you at the door, his grin wide and infectious.

“Hey! You made it,” he says, his voice light but warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you reply with a smile, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach.

He leads you to the studio, where the rest of the group is stretching and joking around. Mark introduces you to them one by one, his tone fond as he speaks about each member. They’re welcoming—playfully teasing Mark about how he’s “brought a guest.”

When rehearsal begins, you sit off to the side, watching in awe as the team dives into intricate choreography. Mark stands out, his movements precise but effortless, his focus unwavering. It’s mesmerizing to see him so immersed in something he loves. Occasionally, he sneaks a glance your way, a small smile tugging at his lips when your eyes meet.

During a break, Mark plops down next to you, breathless and slightly sweaty but undeniably radiant.

“What do you think?” he asks, wiping his forehead with a towel.

“They’re amazing. You’re amazing,” you admit honestly.

He chuckles softly, ducking his head. “Thanks. It means a lot to hear that from you.”

The rehearsal wraps up, and soon, it’s just you and Mark lingering in the quiet studio. The air is charged, though neither of you speaks right away. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“I’m really glad you came,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “Spending time with you has been… easy. Comfortable. I don’t know. I just—” He stops, letting out a shy laugh.

“You just what?” you prompt, a teasing smile on your lips, though your chest feels tight with anticipation.

“I like being around you,” he admits, meeting your eyes. “I like you.”

Your breath hitches at his confession. For a moment, all you can do is blink at him. But then you smile, the warmth in his words filling every corner of your heart.

“I like you too, Mark.”

[corpsebridxalt]

New beginnings?…

Mark Lee x Reader

Part 1

The next morning, your phone lights up with a string of notifications. Group chats are exploding with your friends reliving every moment from the previous day, sharing blurry candid photos, and gushing about how cool the guys were. But amidst all the chaos, one notification stands out: an unknown number.

“Good morning :) It’s Mark. Hope it’s okay I got your number from Jaemin. Yesterday was awesome—I really wasn’t ready to leave. Maybe we can all meet up again soon? Or just the two of us?”

Your heart races. Is this really happening? For a moment, you just stare at the message, wondering if your friends somehow managed to set this up as a prank. But before you can overthink it, a follow-up text arrives.

“By the way, don’t tell Jaemin I gave him a shoutout, or he’ll never let me live it down lol.”

You smile at the thought, warmth blooming in your chest. Your friends may never let you live this down, but as you quickly type back a reply, you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You take a deep breath and type back, your fingers slightly trembling as you hit send.

“Good morning! It’s totally fine, and yeah, yesterday was amazing. I think my friends are still in shock they met you guys. I’d definitely be up for meeting again.”

It doesn’t take long for your phone to buzz again.

“Great! I was thinking maybe something more chill next time, like grabbing coffee or going to a quiet park? You know, away from the cameras.”

Your stomach flips. Was he really suggesting meeting one-on-one? You glance at the group chat notifications still flooding in and quickly weigh your options. You didn’t want your friends to feel left out, but at the same time, the idea of spending more time with Mark—just the two of you—was almost too good to pass up.

After a moment of debating, you reply:

“That sounds perfect. Let me know when you’re free!”

The conversation flows naturally, with Mark suggesting a small coffee shop not too far from your area. You agree on a time and spend the rest of the day half-excited, half-nervous about what it all meant.

When the day arrives, you find yourself at the coffee shop early, fidgeting with your phone. The door jingles as it opens, and there he is—Mark, wearing a beanie and oversized hoodie, blending in effortlessly. His smile is easy and genuine as he waves and walks over.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you. “Glad you came.”

The conversation flows effortlessly, his nervous chuckles matching your own. He talks about the group, his hectic schedule, and how rare it is to find someone who just sees him as Mark, not “Mark from NCT Dream.” You feel the walls between idol and fan crumble as you exchange stories about your life, too.

As the sun begins to set, the moment feels bittersweet, knowing it has to come to an end. But just before you leave, he pauses.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck. “I know this is kind of bold, but… would you want to hang out again? I mean, just us. No group this time.”

Your heart flutters as you nod, the promise of something special lingering in the air.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling. “I’d like that.”

[corpsebridxalt]

The little things

Jungwoo x reader

The city lights shimmered through the glass panes of the café as Y/N wrapped their fingers around a warm cup of tea. The faint sound of holiday music played in the background as she watched snowflakes gently fall outside.

“Here.” A soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Jungwoo appeared by their side, placing a perfectly folded napkin on the table before sitting across from them. His scarf was slightly crooked, cheeks dusted pink from the cold.

Reader tilted their head, a smile tugging at their lips. “You walked all the way over there just for a napkin?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy smile. “You always complain about the little things, remember? I couldn’t let you suffer through another messy moment.”

Their laugh was soft, their heart warmer than their tea. He always remembered the smallest details—how they hated sticky hands or how their favorite holiday drink was a(drink of your choice)

“You’re impossible,” Y/N said with mock exasperation, but their grin gave her away.

Jungwoo leaned forward, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he rested his chin in his hand. “And yet you keep me around.”

It was true—she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[corpsebridxalt]

request: ten and y/n go to the club to dance the night away but while ten goes to refill their drinks a stranger starts flirting with y/n

Boyfriend…?

Ten Lee x reader

a/n-I love the idea!!!

Ten and you had decided tonight was for dancing away all stress, after being on tour and everything

“I’m going to grab us some refills,” Ten said, flashing a smile before disappearing into the crowd.

You swayed to the music, caught in its energy when suddenly someone you didn’t know stepped into your space. “Hey there,” they said, a little too close for comfort. “You’ve got some moves. Want to show me a few?”

You gave them a polite smile, trying to inch away, but they seemed insistent. “I saw you dancing with that guy earlier, but I bet I’m better company,” the stranger added with a smirk, leaning closer.

Before you could respond, a familiar hand slipped around your waist. Ten had returned, a drink in each hand and his gaze sharp as he assessed the situation.

“ they’re taken,” he said casually but firmly, handing you your drink “Who are you?”

“ their boyfriend, now if you excuse us”

With a quick but not-so-subtle glance of disinterest at the stranger, Ten guided you back into the crowd. “You okay?” he asked softly, his playful vibe giving way to concern.

You nodded, relieved to have him back. “Thanks. That was… uncomfortable.”

“No problem” he smiles, you look up at him “Did you tell him you’re my boyfriend?” “What did you say? I can’t hear you”

“Ten!” Ten smiles and grabs your hand “Come on! Let’s have some fun”

a/n:😭😭 im really bad at this