May I req for Johnny x idol!y/n and like their first public appearance at an award after being caught by dispatch... I hope it isn't too much for me to ask this~ TQ!!
Btw I LOVE your Mark and Johnny's fic
-ty sm! I hope you enjoy your request!
This was your worst nightmare. With your phone blowing up and non stop paparazzi, you didn’t know what do you. After dispatch had leaked that you and Johnny were dating, your company had contacted you about whether or not it was true. You had called Johnny asking him for advice and what you guys had to do. Johnny was tired of beating around the bush and confirmed it with SM already. You obliged, agreeing to confirm the rumors.
Later that afternoon both SM and your company released this statement.
“We have talked to both parties and they both can confirm that they are in a relationship. We ask that you ask no further questions at this time.”
Fuck, it’s in the air now I guess. Your phone was flooded with a mix of hate comments and support, not to mention your follower counts going down. You felt like it was the end of your career. You started getting flashbacks to other idols, seeing how people handled their relationships whether it was with another idols or private. They were not good.
Your manager cancelled the rest of your activities for the week, so your promotion and appearances wouldn’t be affected by this, hoping it would die down in a week. Then, you remember that the following week you had to appear at an award show Johnny was also attending. This could not get any worse. Your phone buzzed and your manager reminded you that you and NCT 127 were going to compete in a music bank award.
You could feel the world crumbling around you. You just stayed at home eating your heart away, getting takeout and watching Korean dramas on the TV. You heard your doorbell ring, assuming it was your takeout but then you opened the door to see Johnny. He was about to speak when you slammed the door in his face.
You looked at your door camera to see Johnny pout and beg into the camera for you to open the door again. You didn’t budge. He started singing your songs loudly in the hallway while dancing to your choreography and you got embarrassed, opening the door scolding him to stop and come inside. Johnny surprisingly read your mind and brought you some of your favorite foods and snacks.
“Why are you here?”
“I can’t also enjoy my week off with my pretty girlfriend?” He said innocently.
“You got bored at the dorm didn’t you?”
“You caught me, besides your place is much bigger and less noisy.”
You laughed as you hugged him and he kissed the top do your head while rubbing your back.
“How have you been holding up?”
“Not good.”
He lifted your chin up.
“I can tell, your eyes are a little puffy.”
The the door rang again, that was definitely your takeout.
Johnny stared at you shocked,
“Are you cheating on me?!“ with a dramatic voice.
“Relax you big baby, I ordered some pizza.”
“PIZZA!”
You opened the door and thanked the delivery man and handing him a tip. You placed the pizza on the counter, leaving to go wash your hands. When you came back you already saw Johnny with a slice in his hands about to eat it. You slapped his shoulder yelling at him that the pizza wasn’t for him. But you obliged to his puppy eyes begging you to let him eat some.
“So what’s going to happen next week?”
“What do you mean?”
“My manager reminded me that we’re going to be at MAMA and then music bank later on next week.”
“We just do what we normally did, ignore each other, respectfully. Also aren’t you performing at MAMA?”
“Shit, I completely forgot about that, I’m going to get a black ocean for sure.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I’m going to message nctzens to keep their light sticks on for you, so you don’t feel scared.”
“Aww thanks.”
“Anything for you, besides, your song is really good to shake a light stick to.”
You laughed as you and Johnny spent the week together like it was quarantine, you had fun playing board games, watching movies and shows, and cooking together. Maybe next week wasn’t going to be so bad.
I lied. It was bad. The moment you stepped out of your car for MAMA, billions of paparazzi was pointing their cameras as you, asking millions of questions about Johnny. You skipped the red carpet event to avoid any other paparazzis and went straight into the green room. Unfortunately, Johnny also got mobbed by paparazzi, but couldn’t skip the red carpet event because he was with NCT 127.
You were shaking in the green room nervous about the performance and the audiences reaction to you. You hadn’t performed and sang live in a while, you felt like you were debuting again. Then you get a text from Johnny,
“Go kill it out there, I’ll be there supporting you.”
That made you smile, that’s all you needed to get up from your nervous self and you walked backstage fidgeting, listening to the group performing before you. Then it was your turn. You got on your platform that was going to lift you up in a grand entrance before you started singing your song. You saw that the nctzens still had their light sticks on for you as you sang and danced. Even some of your fans also sang along and screamed the loudest, which made you feel really good. During your dance break you saw some of your idol friends cheering for you, and you felt loved again. When you were done, people were screaming and cheering. You bowed and ran back to your manager squealing and jumping. You changed out of your performance outfit and back into award show attire.
When you returned, other groups and idols stood up to bow and greet you. When you reached Johnny, he smiled at you the brightest. He saw that your seats were further down a staircase, and he grabbed your hand and helped guided you down and made sure you had a blanket for your dress and were comfortable. You thanked him and playfully shooed him away. He ran back up to his group members who were laughing at him.
You cheered for the other groups and enjoyed other performances for the rest of the night. You got back home safely and passed out from exhaustion, at least it wasn’t the worst.
The next morning, you saw billions of news articles,
“Johnny supporting y/n is the cutest thing we’ve seen this week”
“Nctzens keep their light sticks on in support of y/n”
“Johnny and y/n interactions that made us blush”
“Johnny being a gentlemen, hypeman, and fanboy at MAMA for y/n”
You laughed at all the tabloids, not seeing many being super negative. So that made you more confident throughout the week until you had to go on Music Bank.
At Music Bank you and Johnny showed up at different times, there were fans outside screaming and supporting you both as always. NCT 127 had to perform before you so you watched them practice and perform dozen of times while you were getting ready. After Johnny was done, he surprised you by stopping by your green room with the other members. He was playing with your curled hair and pretending to be your makeup artist tickling you with brushes. You also greeted the other members, catching up with them. They all said goodbye leaving you to get ready to perform.
When you got on stage for a sound check, you saw a couple of your fans in the audience cheering along to your songs. Then when you had to perform, confetti had to come out of cannons near the stage, so you walked up and warned the fans to back up a little so they won’t get hurt. You performed with dozens of cheers and excitement when the confetti blasted. When you finished you felt like you got a rush of energy, bowing dozens of times to staff and your fans in the audience.
Then came the awards, NCT 127 against you, Music Bank always made you nervous, seeing the scores and then debating if your math skills were right that day. You both stood on opposite sides of the stage as you watched the numbers be presented on the screen. You were looking and then, you won. You won?! The MCs congratulated you, walking over to hand you your award. You thanked them and you bowed to NCT 127 thanking them too. Johnny ran over to quickly hug you, and whispered,
“I’m so proud of you.”
You thanked him as he was about to run off stage, as your song started to play for you to perform for the end of the show. NCT 127 came back on and you teasingly gave them all the mic to sing the song. They also danced alongside you and you had such a fun time with them. This is the happiest you’ve been in a while. Maybe it was all worth it.
would you be so willing to write a sequel to 11:51? 🥺 i’m really curious as to what happened after jaehyun found out about y/n confession
-I’d love too, this concept has always been one of my favorites!
Jaehyun didn’t know how to feel, did he make a mistake? Is that why you painted that selfie? Jaehyun felt crushed. He didn’t know whether to chase after you while Rochelle is waiting for him in her car. He kept looking at you running away, and back at Rochelle.
“I’m sorry Rochelle.”
Jaehyun dashed after you, calling out your name, begging you to stop running before you slip and fall. Since it had just rained the rocks and grass were slippery, you didn’t watch where you were going and you tripped on a rock falling down on your knees. You heard Jaehyun screaming your name after seeing you fall.
Jaehyun caught up with you and your eyes had already been filled with tears, hopefully he just thought it was because you fell. Jaehyun suggested you go to the nurse, hoping that they are still here, you were telling him it was fine, but he kept nagging you to go. You agreed and Jaehyun picked you up, carrying you to the nurse’s office.
“You really need to be careful next time sweetie, especially when it just rained outside, the grass gets really muddy and slippery. So just be careful next time ok?” The nurse explained.
The nurse then left you and Jaehyun alone, while she went to go take a call.
“You didn’t need to take me, I could’ve gone by myself.”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothings wrong with that, besides don’t you have to do something with Rochelle later?”
“I don’t know about that, I just want to make sure you’re ok and you get home safe,”
“I don’t understand why you’re being so persistent about it.”
“I just saw someone I care about a lot almost fall face first on the ground.”
“YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME!”
The room fell silent.
“What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”
“You don’t care about me the way I care about you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what, never mind.”
You got up starting to walk out of the nurses office to go home when Jaehyun stopped you by pulling your arm.
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Do you need someone to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Are you going to walk with someone home?”
“No.”
“Great, then I’ll walk home with you.”
“Wh- oh, you suck.”
Jaehyun laughed as you looked defeated but still mad. You had a cute little pout when you were angry and Jaehyun adored that about you. How your eyebrows would get all furrowed and your ears would turn red, it was the cutest thing to him.
The whole walk back home you gave Jaehyun one word or even no answers when he tried talking to you. All you could think about was Rochelle, and how they’re going to be dating, doing cute couple things you didn’t want to imagine. When he got to your house he was about to speak but you bolted for the door before he blocked you from opening it.
“Wait! Did you really mean what you said in the nurses office?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you mean by saying that I didn’t care about you?”
“I told you Jaehyun it was nothing, I was just frustrated I got hurt now move.”
“I’m not going to move until you tell me the real reason.”
You debated whether I’d be worth it to tell Jaehyun, I mean he already has a Valentine, you should rip off the bandaid to help yourself get over it. You took one big breath and stared into his brown doe eyes,
“I like you Jaehyun, like an I love you type of like.”
Jaehyun smirked, you were puzzled.
“Finally.”
You were beyond confused at this point, what did he mean by finally? Then it connected in your brain,
“You jerk! You knew the whole time?!” You started to hit his shoulders and kick his legs.
“How did you know?”
Jaehyun pulled out the letter you were supposed to give him for Valentine’s day. Your face dropped.
“I thought- I- give it back!”
You started to reach for it but Jaehyun held it above your head and you began jumping and climbing Jaehyun for it.
“I’m sorry you had to read that, just forget it!”
“Forget it? But I haven’t even given my answer yet.”
You froze while holding onto Jaehyun, slowly climbing down and walking to face him.
“So?”
“I like you too, in a I love you type of like, stupid.”
Your eyes widened, you didn’t know what to say.
“But what about Rochelle?”
“When looking back at it Rochelle was kind of like puppy love, I didn’t really know her I just had a crush on her. But after the time I’ve spent with you, I realized that this is the kind of love I want. That a crazy, silly, clumsy, girl that would climb me for a letter is what I really love.”
You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say, so you just hugged Jaehyun, he kissed the top of your head.
hey guys, i know it’s been a while, i’m sorry for now writing I just haven’t gotten a lot of time to write some requests or series because of work and such things. But, I do have some good news, I’m going to slowly get back into writing what I can (including a new arranged marriage series, still debating on who it should be about, thinking about Taeyong, Mark, Johnny, or even Jaemin).
To answer a few questions in my dms,
Mea Bella is coming back, I have chapter three drafted, I just need to flesh it out more and add the aesthetic art and stuff
Requests will be open again! I have other requests drafted but I’d love to see some new ideas that would help me get into the flow of writing again!
Depending on Mea Bella, I’ll see if I can finish that up before starting the arranged marriage series.
I do take Male x Male requests but keep in mind that I am a heterosexual cis female, so if certain things are off or not a satisfying request, I apologize.
I take all kinds of requests, from reactions, imagines, and my speciality is angst, so please send some angst requests!
Sorry for being gone for so long, I hope you look forward to what I have in store for all of you.
[11:51] Valentine’s day is usually a day for joy, excitement, and most importantly, love in the air but today was different. You were planning on confessing to Jaehyun, a guy who’s been in your English classes who recently has been talking with you a lot. He made you feel special, every time you talked to him. You both had so much in common, bouncing off each other, it felt like you were soulmates.
Little did you know that Jaehyun had other admirers. Today, you weren’t the only one confessing to Jaehyun, by the time he got to English class, his desk and hands were filled with letters, chocolates, and other cheesy Valentines gifts.
“Jaehyun, you got so many Valentines, how are you going to carry them all?”
“Oh hey, y/n, yeah, it’s just been piling up class after class, I don’t know what to do with it all haha”
“Did you accept any Valentine’s day confessions?”
“No, most of these girls were random people who’ve never talked to me, so I don’t want to waste my time on people who only care about my appearance. Did you get any confessions y/n?”
“No, I’m not as popular as you, Jaehyun.”
“Really? I thought there’d be hundreds of guys trying to ask you out.”
Did that mean Jaehyun finds you attractive? Was he planning on asking you out before you did? Your heart was pounding. You continued on to English class and you planned on confessing to Jaehyun after school, less people and less girls coming for you in the hallways. You weren’t in the mood to beat up a girl when you told her Jaehyun accepted your confession. You told Jaehyun to meet you by the maple tree behind the school with a bench next to it before you went to your next class.
You made Jaehyun a handwritten letter along with a watercolor drawing of the both of you in the first selfie you took on your first day of English. You hoped and prayed that Jaehyun would like it. It was meaningful and sweet, what is there not to love? At the end of your last period you grabbed your things from your locker and you made your way to the back of the school. You opened the door and saw Jaehyun already at the tree, perfect.
As you were going to take your first step, you saw another girl at the corner of your eye run to Jaehyun from the parking lot. She began talking to Jaehyun and gave him a small present, it had a letter and was filled with Jaehyun’s favorite candies. You knew she was confessing to him, as you were waiting for Jaehyun to reject her, you saw her face light up as she smiled, squealed, and hugged Jaehyun. You felt your eyes start to water. He, didn’t reject her. He accepted her confession. You were too late. You saw a tear drop land on your letter, then starting to see water drops follow suit. It wasn’t raining heavily, just a light drizzle.
The raindrops mixed with your tears as you felt them trickle along your cheek. Your hair was getting wet, along with your painting and letter. You tried desperately wiping the water and your tears off the paper, only making it worse. Jaehyun then noticed you waiting by the exit of the school, fuck. Jaehyun shooed the girl away telling her something before he came running up to you. You wiped your tears and hid your letter and painting in your backpack.
“y/n! So what did you need to talk to me about?” Jaehyun asked.
The rains started to let up so you sat Jaehyun down by a bench near the exit.
“So, who’s your friend?” You asked not wanting to look at Jaehyun.
“Oh, that’s Rochelle, she asked me to be her valentine, and I said yes. I’ve had a crush on her for a while, since middle school, I think.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” Your eyes started to pool with tears again.
“Um, I have this for you.” You reached into your bag to pull out the painting. It was slightly faded but Jaehyun could make out that it was you two in English based on the colors.
“y/n! This is amazing! I’m upset it got messed up by the rain, but it’s still really detailed…”
You were blocking out all the complements Jaehyun was spewing because if you had confessed, he might love the painting even more. But he has his heart for someone else. If he loved you, he would’ve rejected her.
“So, that’s basically it Jaehyun, bye! I hope you have a nice Valentine’s Day.” You wanted to leave feeling crushed. But you were rushing and didn’t zip your backpack, and you ran off with the letter flying out of your bag unknowingly. Jaehyun tried calling out your name in case you needed the mysterious piece of paper but you kept running back into the building.
Jaehyun opened it and skimmed it realizing it was a letter for him and his eyes went wide when he saw the words,
[2:18 AM] Rain. It was raining. Most people hate rain. But you were curled up with a book on the couch with one candle lit on your mahogany coffee table.
Knock Knock
Only one person at this hour could be knocking on your door. You folded a tab into your book and put it down on the couch. You stood up and stretched as you walked to the door and opened it to find no other than mafia!johnny standing at your door. He had the usual, a black eye, a bullet in the shoulder and a scrape on his cute face.
“Again?”
Johnny chuckled.
“Just help me out doc.”
You moved to the side to let Johnny inside.
“WAIT!”
You ran to your bathroom to grab a towels and placed them on the couch, since Johnny was soaking from the rain. He looked like a cute wet dog.You grabbed your medical kit and sat down to analyze Johnny.
“Well, this isn’t the worst I’ve seen you.”
You took out a cotton pad and dabbed it in some alcohol. Johnny hissed as it made contact with his skin.
“You should be used to the pain by now baby.” You teased.
You continued the clean the wound on his face and teasingly placed a Hello Kitty band-aid to his face until you reluctantly placed a plain one on his cheek.
“Can you take off your shirt so I can dissect the bullet out?”
Johnny agreed taking his shirt off, when you were checking out his injury, when you noticed hickeys on his collarbone. Hickeys. Hickeys that reminded you that Johnny didn’t belong to you. You were just a nurse he visited when he’d get beaten up. But that couldn’t heal the amount of pain you were in because of him. As every visit occurred, the more you fell in love with Johnny. You always learned something new about him, whether it’s him taking care of stray cats or that he likes iced americanos. You froze staring at his hickeys.
“Are you? Going to start?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m just figuring out the best way to remove it.”
Lie. That was a lie, you spaced out thinking about the lucky girl that gets to kiss and touch Johnny the way you wished you always could. You kept a monotone face as you removed the bloody bullet and placed it on a cotton towel. You took another cotton pad patting on the wound and stitching it up with thread. You blanked out on any comments Johnny was making whether it was a wince or a joke. Johnny didn’t really notice, assuming you were focused on fixing his wound. You took the bullet to clean while you handed Johnny a new shirt, since Johnny made you buy extra sets of clothes for him when he visits.
Johnny loved the smell of your laundry, even if you bought it brand new, you’d still put it through the laundry, putting your signature laundry detergent scent on it. He’d never let you catch him but he take a big sniff when you hand him new warm clothes. You put the bullet into a small container and handed it to Johnny so his “company” can analyze the bullet and have them punished later.
“Thanks doc.”
“No problem, now is there anything else you need?”
“An iced americano won’t hurt…”
“Unbelievable Suh.”
You walked over to make his coffee with a brand new coffee press your sibling gave you for his birthday. You were spacing out making his coffee, who gave him that hickey? How come he never mentioned them? So, he never liked you. All those times he said he loved you were fake. When you took care of him and he said that you’re the best and irreplaceable was all a lie.
You were replaceable, just not in the manner that you hoped. Johnny always knew how to make you blush or get you flustered. Johnny’s subtle flirting and kisses on the forehead didn’t mean anything to him, ouch. You monotonously finished his coffee and handed it to him with a blank face. Johnny immediately knew something was up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Johnny asked
“Nothing. I’m just tired.” You responded.
You sat down on the couch with Johnny as you both stared off into space, with the background of Johnny sipping his americano in the background.
“Well, I should get going.” Johnny spoke.
Johnny got up and started putting on his jacket. You didn’t want Johnny to leave, not back to her, not back to her comfort and warmth. You wanted to love Johnny, not her. You made the first move.
“Wait, don’t go.”
Johnny was a little confused, he looked down at your puppy-like eyes begging him to stay. His knees almost went weak. Johnny continued putting on his jacket as he was walking away you grabbed the bottom of the jacket and you tugged on it.
“Please…don’t go…”
Johnny felt your forehead on his back.
“It’s cold and pouring out there, please don’t go. You can stay here.”
“Is that the only reason you want me to stay?” Johnny turned and placed a hand on your cheek.
You pulled away from his hand turning your back to him.
“If you want to go see her, that’s fine. I get it.”
“See who?”
“I’m not stupid Johnny.” You turned a faced him with tears about to fall from your eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
“The hickey on your neck! Did you really think I wouldn’t notice!”
Johnny walked towards a mirror to look at what you were talking about.
“This?”
“Yeah…”
Johnny laughed which confused you.
“For a doctor, I’m shocked you didn’t realize that it was a bruise from a chokehold.”
“W-well, hickeys are bruises! Why didn’t you mention anything to me!” You scolded with a a pout.
“I know you would’ve just told me to grab an ice from the freezer, so I was going to grab one on the way out.”
“Oh…”
“Unless, you don’t want me to leave.” Johnny inquired, stepping closer to you.
“You can always leave another bruise on my neck if you want.” Johnny whispered in your ear
That made you blush hard and you hit Johnny’s arm.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Johnny spoke.
Johnny bent down to look eye to eye with you.
“You’re the only one I want, ok? Why do you think I come visit you when I have my own medical staff? You think I’d do that for someone I didn’t love?”
“You’re so annoying.”
“And…you’re still short, shortie.” Johnny responded, standing up and messing up your hair.
Johnny walked past you into to your bedroom.
“Wait! Where are you going?!” You followed Johnny to your half-made bed and Johnny finding sleeping clothes.
[9:17 PM] You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a crush on Jaehyun. He looked so cute dancing around the beach like a child at this party. Unfortunately you weren’t the only one that has eyes for Jaehyun. You were planning on confessing but as you were approaching Jaehyun more girls came around him to talk to him. He looked relatively happy, enjoying the attention.
But that only made you more insecure. All these girls were wearing bikinis while you were stuck in your oversized sweater and jean shorts. You saw how beautiful and flawless they looked, Jaehyun deserved a girl like that. You, taking your thoughts into heavy consideration, walk away from the crowds and Jaehyun to go distance yourself and sit on a rock next to the waves. You’d pull up your sleeves to make sweater paws and sit with your knees up to your chest. You watched the waves move in and out, the sea foam slowly percolating into the sand. The waves reflected the moon in the distance, making the ocean give a navy glow.
You were stuck along with your self degrading thoughts, you didn’t want to admit it, but you hated seeing Jaehyun with other girls. It only proved to yourself that you had strong feelings about him, but didn’t know how to admit it to him and yourself. You felt your face fall deeper below your knees as you thought more about Jaehyun. Does he even like me? He probably likes those girls he’s dancing with. He’s way out of my league. He looks so happy, I wonder if I could ever make him this happy? He probably never noticed me anyway like everyone else. He probably doesn’t even know me. My feelings are a joke.
“Hey, what are you doing over here?” You heard a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, it was Jaehyun. He had come over to check on you? Why? “Uh, I just wanted some space from the party that’s all.” You responded. To Jaehyun, your face was monotone, and looked a little upset about something, your lips were in a slight pout which Jaehyun thought was cute. “Do you even know who I am? Why are you checking on me?” You questioned. “I’ve known you since middle school, you had that cool baking soda mountain at the science fair and won first place, you also had a piano solo during our freshman winter concert, you also broke a high school record for a 400m freestyle during a swimming competition, and you were also in my AP English class this year. I also know somethings on your mind.” Jaehyun responded. “How’d you know?” “You have a little pout in your mouth when you are focused or thinking about something, I’ve seen it when we are writing essays in class. So are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” You were contemplating whether you should tell him. How would he feel? Would he laugh in your face about it? Does he already have a girlfriend? Fuck it, tell him.
“Jaehyun?” “Yeah?” “I know this is going to be crazy to hear but. I like you. Not in like a friendly classmate way, but like I’d love to become closer with you, and maybe one day be your girlfriend? If you have a girlfriend I completely understand and we can just forget th-“ You started tearing up while trying to confess to him. “Hey, hey hey, calm down” Jaehyun rubbed your shoulder. “Let me ask you something then, why do you like me?” Jaehyun inquired. “Well, I know you care a lot for people, you’re really an encouraging team player, which is why you’re probably captain of the basketball team, I know you care about your closest friends and family, because I know you visit your dad in the hospital every week, even though you are popular and have a hot face, I know there’s a lot more to you, and I want to know who you are Jung Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun was stunned. No girl has ever given a confession or response like that. Jaehyun knew that your confession and love was authentic and that you knew who Jaehyun was on the inside, not the popular boy exterior. You looked up at Jaehyun awaiting a response. Jaehyun lifted his hand to cup your warm cheek and kissed your forehead. “I like you too, stupid.” Jaehyun responded embracing you in a warm hug. You were starstruck, did that really just happen? Jaehyun wanted to be with you? What the fuck. You pulled away from the hug, “Are you serious?” “Dead serious.” You pecked his lips. “Good, because I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” Before Jaehyun was going to kiss you back you both heard a noise in the distance.
“Jaehyun! Come over here we’re going to play beer pong!”
“C’mon Jaehyun! The party is no fun without you!”
“Jaehyun! You promised you’d be my partner!”
The Jaehyun fan club was basically screaming at him to get back. Before you were going to tell him it was fine for him to go Jaehyun shouted, “I’m fine over here! I’m making sure my girlfriend doesn’t get cold! Enjoy the party without me!” The other girls were stunned, including you. Did Jaehyun just reject other girls to spend time with you? No way. “Now where were we baby?”
[10:23 AM] “Daddy! I wanna go see y/n! She always smells like freshly baked cookies!” Single dad!Mark’s 5 year old daughter yelling and dragging him to your bakery across the street from her elementary school. Mark’s daughter loved visiting you (for the free cookies and because you were nice), which only made Mark flustered, because he also wanted to see you (but wouldn’t admit it to his daughter). Mark’s daughter eventually dragged Mark to the door, opening it to smell and see your warm, comforting presence. You looked adorable in your apron, flour covered behind the counter, smiling at Mark’s daughter.
“y/n! y/n!” Mark’s daughter ran under the counter flap to go hug your legs. Mark awkwardly followed greeting you. Your sweet smile and giggle only made Mark more shy. “Hi sweetie, I baked this one fresh just for you!” You handed Mark’s daughter a cookie and her eyes lit up in excitement giggling as you lifted her and put her onto the kitchen table to eat. You looked back at Mark who was shyly avoiding your eye contact. “S-so how’s the bakery doing?” Mark asked. “It’s going great, I hope one day to open up my own bakery when I have enough money.” You responded. You noticed Mark’s daughter got some chocolate all over her face so you immediately got a wet towel to wipe it off of her. Mark’s daughter was giggling and swinging her feet as you were cleaning her face and hands. Mark wanted that moment to last forever, your warm smile and his daughters soft giggles was all he could ask for.
“Daddy, you’ve been staring at y/n for a long time! Do you think she’s pretty?” Mark’s face immediately flushed as he was muttering a no. “So you don’t think y/n is pretty? I think she’s pretty!” Mark eventually uttered “S-she’s very pretty cupcake, ok?” You smiled at Mark thanking him for the complement. “Sweetie, I’m going to go wait outside, ok?” Mark quickly spoke before speed walking to the door. “I think you and daddy should go on a date!” Mark’s daughter eventually bursted out. “Aww honey, I’d love to but I have to ask for your daddy’s permission ok?” You lifted his daughter off the table and walked her outside to Mark holding her hand. You turned to Mark who still had a little blush on his cheeks, cute. “Hey, Mark, when you’re free do you wanna grab a coffee?” You asked. “Wh- um- I-I’d actually really like that yeah.” Mark responded. You exchanged numbers with Mark and waved goodbye to him and his daughter, maybe those free cookies were worth giving away after all.
[11:32] You arrived home late to idol!Mark who is passed out on the couch in his cute lion pajama set you bought him for his birthday. You told him not to wait up for you, but he can never sleep without you. You ruffled his hair to see Mark slowly open his eyes a rub the crust out of his eyes. “Did? I? Fall asleep?” Mark yawned. You nodded while reaching to grab his hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Mark plopped down onto your bed sitting upright as your back was facing him getting ready to shower. You felt Mark’s arms wrap around your shoulder and torso. “Can we, go to bed now? It’s late baby, you can shower in the morning.” Mark mumbled into your collar. You sighed as you smiled patting his head. “Of course honey, I’ll just change into some pajamas.” You replied. Mark removed himself from you, only to wrap his arms around your torso, making you laugh while awkwardly moving to put on shorts and one of Mark’s t-shirts. Mark didn’t let you go until you reached the bed, where Mark’s koala hugging torso collapsed onto the bed. You turned to play with his hair a little bit before Mark asked to be the little spoon. You nodded as Mark’s head collapsed into your chest while he wrapped his arms into your waist. You tangled and touched his hair until you heard Mark’s little snores against your chest. You kissed his forehead as you both drifted into a deep sleep
genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, suggestive to smut
song: dangerous woman by SuperM (Mark’s pov) or Ariana Grande (y/n’s pov)
a/n: mark’s birthday special! Mentions of drinking, rich partying, some dom!y/n and sub!mark (suggestive and smut), also some mommy!kink (please be safe!!)
SuperM was in the US again, for another round of their concerts across the nation. You were a backer behind SuperM, loving their music and overall aesthetic. You’ve never met them since you deposited your money overseas but it would be a simple hello and thank you from them via a card and that would be it. You heard from someone that Mark’s birthday was coming up, and you wanted to give SuperM a proper place to celebrate his birthday. You decided to let SuperM stay and party at one of your mansions for the weekend. Luckily they weren’t performing the day of or day after Mark’s birthday, so it was a perfect opportunity.
You reached out to their managing staff and since you were one of the top backers for them, they humbly agreed. You arranged transportation, food, decorations, drinks, and everything the boys needed for their party celebration. You arrived at their hotel in style in your white Lamborghini, accompanied by your body guards who were driving other patrolling cars, ensuring your safety. One of them opened the door of the car for you and holding your hand. You were dressed in a black Armani pantsuit, black Louboutin heels, a black Louis Vuitton clutch, and Prada sunglasses. You were a showstopper, getting honks from cars in the streets to poor bellhop looking at you in fear.
You entered the hotel to find the manager of the hotel to greet you.
“Miss y/n.” The manager spoke as she bowed.
“Hello.”
“They are on the 45th floor in the penthouse suite.”
“Thank you.”
You and your bodyguards promptly went to the elevator up to the 45th floor and walked to their suite. You ringed the doorbell and knocked on the door twice. You heard a manger franticly curse in Korean before opening the door to greet you. You and your bodyguards bowed as you greeted him in Korean, asking him where SuperM was and if they were ready to depart. He apologized saying they were still packing but that you could still come inside. Their manager was yelling in Korean about how you had arrived and they had to hurry up. You walked inside and your bodyguards helped you remove your shoes as you walked into the living room area.
You removed your sunglasses as you analyzed the room. It wasn’t super messy, just a few snacks and drinks all over the place. You picked up an empty Shin ramen cup, you smiled, these were always yummy to eat after a flight. You wondered if there was any Shin ramen laying around so you got up and found some packs in the kitchen. A member smelled the ramen and walked into the kitchen.
“Hyung? Are you cooking ramen? Can I have-”
He saw you and looked at you up and down.
“Some. “
You turned to look at him, he looked so cute. His hair was still a mess, had his glasses on and a clean shaven face.
“Wait...y-you’re...y/n! I-I’m so sorry for being informal! I-I’m M-mark from SuperM!”
He bowed down all the way down on his knees apologizing dozens of times. You turned off the stove and walked over to him to lift his chin up. Mark smelled your Valentino Donna perfume and it was intoxicating to him. You smelled and looked amazing. Your eyes met Mark’s as he innocently gazed at you, you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes.
“I know who you are cutie.” You giggled.
Mark got up after mumbling an “o-oh yeah, haha” and scratched the back of his neck. Mark kept staring at you, he had never seen anyone like you, you somehow looked like his ideal type, yet he’d never met you. Mark’s manager noticed him staring at you before he yelled at Mark to go back to his room and continue changing before he embarrasses himself in front of you. Mark apologized as he shyly left in his t shirt and pajama pants. You continued to make your ramen and ate some while you looked on your phone. You could hear the mumbling of the other members talk about you in Korean.
“Hyung, she’s really pretty.”
“I know, I wonder how old she is.”
“You never ask a woman how old she is!”
“I would kill to date a woman like her.”
“She probably had a boyfriend or even a husband!”
You sat in the living room as each member walked out one by one greeting you and getting to know you. Mark was the last one to arrive and sheepishly apologized before joining his members in the living room. You noticed how almost all the members wore designer clothing (which you complemented them on) except Mark. He wore a simple t-shirt, jeans, baseball hat, and a Jansport backpack. You hadn’t seen one of those backpacks since elementary school. He looked simplistic yet cute, you liked it.
“So, who’s the lucky birthday boy?”
All the members turned and gestured to Mark pinching his cheeks and making goo goo noises towards Mark because he was the youngest of the group.
“Oh, so how old are you turning?”
“2-22 in America but 2-23 in Korean age.”
“Oh! I just turned 21 a couple months ago! How interesting. So I guess you’re my Oppa~”
Mark’s face instantly blushed looking away from you while everyone else laughed. You escorted and assigned the guys their cars and which bodyguard they’d be accompanied by. However, everyone was confused that Mark didn’t get assigned a car, which led to you announcing that Mark would be driving with you since he was the birthday boy. Everyone teased Mark with an “Ooh” or an “Ahh” and Kai blurted out in Korean “Don’t have too much fun!” as him, Ten, and Lucas left in their car. A bodyguard took Mark’s luggage and put it in one of the other cars while he gestured Mark to follow you. A bodyguard opened the car doors for you on the driver’s side and Mark on the passenger side. Mark stayed silent when you turned on the car as you prepared to leave.
“Why so quiet birthday boy? Never been in a Lambo before?”
“Y-yeah, s-sorry that I’m being really awkward.”
“It’s alright, you ready to go?”
“Yeah!”
You and the other cars promptly left the hotel, you could see Mark’s shocked face hearing the engine and watching everyone in the streets look at you and Mark in the car. Mark looked shy and reserved keeping his hands in his lap and trying to not stare at you too much. At a stoplight you caught Mark staring at you so you turned to scare him a bit.
“You like what you see baby?”
Mark’s ears turned red and he was panicking in the passenger seat. Mark enjoyed everything about you, your smell, look, and confidence. But you were a backer, a business partner, he shouldn’t be flirting with you. But you were so intoxicating and he wanted a little taste. Mark leaned closer to you almost brushing against your lips.
“Maybe I do.”
Mark looked at you up and down which turned you on a bit. Mark bit his lip as you were about to kiss him, he turned away.
“The light is green.”
“Fuck you.”
You pulled away and stepped on the gas making Mark fall back into his seat. He could see the annoyed look in your face. He liked it, it made you look cute. You sped your way to your mansion out of frustration and anger, no man has ever left you hanging like that. You stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Your bodyguards, Mark, and the other members had no time to catch up to you or ask you what was wrong. Mark now felt bad, he didn’t want to play with your heart, especially when he has only known you for three hours. Mark took his luggage as he shyly went inside with the other members.
They were stunned by the mansion, it was shiny like a new toy to all the members. They began to hoot and holler running all over the place, looking at your giant pool, arcade room, and private spa and sauna. While they were running around wondering where they will choose to sleep, Mark wanted to find you. He kindly asked one of the body guards if they knew where your room was and they guided him into your room.
Mark knocked on your door but there was no response so he slowly opened the door to find you no where in sight. He was confused yet shocked by the volume and luxury of your room. It was huge and simplistic yet it was also refined. Everything was perfectly clean he could smell your perfume all over your room mixed with the smell of your clean sheets. He heard some rummaging from another part of your room which was your closet. There was a crack in the door so Mark slowly approached to take a little peep to see how you were doing.
He saw you looking around your giant Barbie-sized closet in your cute fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers. He noticed you pulling out a few party dresses before you settled on wearing a Versace dress with a pair of matching sandals to match. Mark watched you remove your robe to reveal your matching black lace undergarments and your almost naked body. Mark needed to look away but he couldn’t watching your hips, dips, curves and waist was making his mouth water. He watched as you put on your dress but struggled to zip it up all the way.
Mark was about to knock on the door and pretend he wasn’t looking before you caught his adorable puppy eyes looking at you through the reflection in your full length three paneled mirror. He looked like a puppy waiting patiently for his owner to come out, you couldn’t help but pout.
“You can come out Mark.”
Mark was in so much shock that he accidentally bumped into your door falling over onto the cold marble floor. He got up and brushed off himself and kept apologizing for creeping up on you. As you approached him his eyes kept looking down in shame.
“I-I am s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to look but-”
“But what?” You walked closer to him taking your finger and lifting his chin up.
“Y-you l-looked really nice.”
“Nice? Just nice?”
“Y-yeah..”
“You’re so cute. You should go get changed and go downstairs before your friends think you’ve gone missing.” You chuckled and tapped his nose.
After that Mark promptly left your room to go downstairs to join his members in picking their rooms. Taeyong suggested that they check out the upstairs for other rooms, Mark found himself a room that was right next to yours. It was a pretty sizable room, simple decor with a full sized bathroom and walk in closet. Mark got dressed into an all black suit with a black undershirt. Mark styled his hair with a little gel. All the other SuperM members were yelling at Mark to come down to celebrate, ordering limitless amounts of chicken, beer, soju, and watermelon, Mark’s favorite meal.
Mark walked out of his room to coincidentally see you also walk out of your room. You looked breathtaking, your hair, makeup, everything, everything was perfect. Mark gestured you to go downstairs first and watch you cascade down gracefully. As Mark walked down he could hear all his member’s screaming and clapping. They also invited some friends of Mark’s that were in the area to come help and celebrate.
Music was blasting, drinks, food, and games were being tossed around everywhere. It was a fun night. You allowed the guys to have their fun, dance around drunk while singing karaoke or playing another round of street fighter. You liked this. You loved that SuperM gave you a taste of what it’s like to be a normal adult in their 20s, living and enjoying their life to the fullest.
It made you ponder, you never wanted them to leave. They were a breath of fresh air, it gave you an excuse to take three vacation days from your busy schedule. It made you regret throwing yourself into a billion dollar business at 18. You just wanted to have fun, not sit and do paper work all day. But at the end of the day you felt it was worth it, because you would allow people and groups such as SuperM to thrive and bring some sort of happiness to others.
As you were reflecting you pulled yourself outside onto the pool deck sitting in a lounge chair looking up at the clear sky, listening to your infinity pool brush water off the clear edge. Mark noticed you were alone so he took this opportunity to get to know you, before he considers pulling some real moves.
“Hey, y/n? You alright?”
“Y-yeah! How’s the party?”
“It’s AMAZING, I can’t thank you enough for giving me a fun-filled and memorable birthday!”
“Of course.”
“Why are you outside, alone?”
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“What I’m going to do when you guys are gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yeah I’d have to fly back to Milan soon for fashion week, I have a fittings, approvals, and adjustments of garments to do.”
“Oh.” Mark looked slightly sad.
“I just wish you could have stayed longer with me.”
You glanced up at him.
“Us! I mean- I mean us! SuperM! haha...”
Mark scratched the back of his neck again out of nervousness. You and Mark continued to talk about various things bonding over Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood and Mark getting jealous that you met Justin Bieber once. You noticed the party was dying down so you decided to ask Mark if he wanted to talk to you somewhere more private. He agreed as you secretly dragged him up into your room, hoping his members didn’t see you.
Mark’s ears felt hot, he felt himself getting excited. He stood near your bed as you closed and locked your door. You pushed Mark down on your bed crawling on top of him. Mark’s eyes were wide in shock and excitement he was waiting in anticipation before you got off of him. Mark frowned sitting up about to stand but before he could protest you started to punish him.
“Sit.” Mark obediently sat.
“Good boy” You spoke as you pet his hair.
“Now, because of that little stunt of a tease you did earlier in the car, no touching unless I say got it?” You seductively whispered into his ear.
Mark nodded.
“Good.”
You slowly zipped down your dress as you slowly removed one sleeve from the other. You slid your dress down with your arms down to your ankles giving Mark a clear view of your ass as you bent down. You kicked the dress to the side as you walked to sit on Mark’s lap. You could already feel him getting hard,
“Aww, is my baby excited?”
“Y-yes.” Mark was about to wrap his arms around you but you stopped them.
“Nuh-uh, no touching baby.”
Mark pouted.
“Good boys get rewards, are you a good boy?”
“Y-y-yes..”
“Yes who?”
“Yes...miss, y/n.”
You slapped Mark’s cheek.
“That’s mommy to you. Again.”
“Y-yes, m-mommy.”
“Good, you’re learning. You should be rewarded.”
You shove Mark down onto his back kissing him, tasting soju and watermelon off his lips. Mark was following your rhythm, kissing you back full of passion and licking your tongue every now and then. You started to move down his neck, kissing and sucking on a soft spot. Quiet hissed and moans left Mark’s mouth as you slowly kept kissing down towards his shirt. You ripped open his shirt breaking off a few buttons. You removed his shirt and suit jacket and threw it across the room.
“My baby is a little toned now isn’t he?”
Mark has a defined six pack which only turned you on more. You kissed down his chest while trailing your fingers down tracing his abs. You pulled down his suit pants tossing them to the side, leaving Mark in his black boxers. You could see his member outlined hardened inside. You palmed his member and Mark’s face shot up to look at you and met your eyes and let out a soft moan from his lips. You pulled down his boxers and saw his member hard, leaking with precum.
“Baby I didn’t expect you do be so big. Mommy is so proud of you.”
“P-please...”
“Please who?”
“P-please m-mommy touch me.”
“As you wish baby.”
You played with is member pulling it up to watch it fall back and smack against his stomach. You reached into your side drawer and pulled out some lube, pouring some on top of his member before rubbing your hands against it. You could hear Mark cursing with his moans. You went faster and slower, picking up the pace to watch Mark go out of control with higher pitched moans. When Mark was about to climax you pulled your hand away and Mark whined.
“This is what you get for teasing me in the car.”
“I-I’m sor-rry mommy! Just please!”
“Please what?”
“P-p-please let me cum!”
“Who are you talking to?”
“P-please let me cum mommy!”
As Mark spoke you picked up the pace immediately eventually sucking onto the tip of his member for added stimulation, it didn’t take long for Mark to climax into your mouth, which was a mouthful. You swallowed it and licked the rest off of his member.
“Baby, you taste amazing.”
Mark was breathless, sweating, and seeing stars. He felt like he just did the hardest workout of his life. You climbed back on top of Mark to kiss him.
“But...m-mommy?”
“Yes baby?”
“What about you? Shouldn’t you feel good too?”
“But it’s your birthday baby.”
“And I want to make you feel good, please. Let me make you feel good mommy~”
The way Mark said mommy turned you on so much you wanted to go for a second round. He really knew how to rile you up. Plus, he looked adorable begging, so you gave him a free pass.
“Alright, since it’s your birthday, you can make mommy feel good, show mommy what you’re made of baby. You are granted permission to touch me however you like baby.”
Mark immediately flipped you over and had you against your headboard with your pillows. He started to kissed you passionately while rubbing you all over your body. He would constantly ask if he was doing good and you would agree and tell him to keep going. Mark tried to remove your bra smoothly but was having some trouble. You kissed him and reassured him it was alright and removed the bra yourself. Mark kissed down your body and pulled down your underwear and he slowly pulled away your legs before licking against your wet cunt.
“Mommy, you’re so wet...”
“All for you baby, keep going...”
Mark was surprisingly doing well making you feel really good, you were muffling your moans into your pillows before Mark finds your sweet spot which makes you jolt up to push his head down further with his hair. You were a moaning mess, Mark licked and sucked hard down on all the right places causing you to climax, almost crushing Mark’s face between your thighs. Mark smirked before kissing you, now tasting your sweet cunt in his mouth.
“Can I put it in mommy?”
“Y-yes, please, put it in!”
Mark slowly entered you as you moaned out loud, Mark grabbed your face to look at him, he wanted to see your face. He slowly thrusted into you which felt painful at first but began to feel immense pleasure. Mark was also moaning harmoniously with you, kissing your forehead every couple of thrusts.
“I-I’m close!”
“Me too!”
“Fuck!”
You both kissed each other as you both climaxed. Mark removed himself from you as he cuddled you into bed under your plush sheets.
genre: angst, pure angst (no fluff ending), college!au, fwb (hints of relationship) to strangers
song: love goes by Sam Smith & Labrinth
a/n: breakup, mentions of cheating, mixed emotions, unestablished relationships, college partying (be safe!!)
You hated this idea. Your party animal roommate wanted to go to Johnny’s fraternity’s party. He always told you not to go because of the “activities” he does while he’s there. It reminded you of the first time you hooked up with Johnny until you started to fall in love with him. Love was something that was not in Johnny’s vocabulary but he felt the connection too, you were different somehow. Johnny knew you hated parties and wouldn’t be caught dead there, so Johnny made an agreement with you. Johnny and you would have an open relationship, meaning he can go around continuing being the well-known fuck boy on campus. You could also go on dates and date around, but to you, it didn’t feel right. Why? Because you loved Johnny.
You knew he would hook up with other girls but you told him you didn’t mind because you “understood where he was coming from” he had a reputation to uphold or some thing like that. You’d always question what made you special compared to the other girls he’d hook up with. Was it the head pats? The long walks on the beach? The slow dances in your dorm room? You were unsure. As you and your roommate drove to the party, your stomach was filled with anxiety, you’ve never seen party Johnny, just, Johnny Suh, the sweetheart who ran to the store to get you medicine at 2 AM. One of Johnny’s friends recognized you and let you and your friend inside of the house.
It was just as you thought, hundreds of drunk guys and girls all over the place, colorful lights blinding your eyes, loud EDM music blasting your ears, and the smell of strawberry and piña colada vape shooting up your nose. Your roommate thanked you as she ran off into the party scene probably trying a guy to hook up with for the night. You looked around for Johnny and saw him playing beer pong in the living room area. You were about to walk up to greet him when he grabbed another girl and wrapped his arm around her. It hurt you to see Johnny like this, enjoying himself with another girl, not even giving you a second thought. He didn’t see you because you blended into the background of the crowd at the party.
Your heart was chipping every time you saw Johnny enjoy her like a new toy, kissing her, holding her, and giving her every bit of affection you wanted. You were just looking at Johnny, staring at him, he didn’t notice but the room was silent to you. You watched him be happy at these parties, laughing with that stupid cute smile on his face. It felt like a movie scene, you could hear the sad piano music in your head. This isn’t what you wanted, why did you agree to this?
Johnny and his new girl friend sat down at the couch after their round and you saw him look at her like she was the only girl in the world for him. Then, he pat her head, messing up her hair. She yelled at him about messing up her hair and he laughed and apologized kissed her forehead. You remembered the first time Johnny acted like that around you. His movements were exactly the same. You overheard a conversation from Johnny’s friends while you were getting a drink from the fridge.
“Hey Jaehyun?”
“What’s up?”
“Did you see y/n’s here? Can’t believe that dumb ass showed up?”
“Did she really think she could show up to Johnny’s party and expect him to notice her? She’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not even something sexy.”
“Johnny’s only using her for her good grades anyway, it’s not like he actually likes that nerd.”
“I heard that Johnny’s hooking up with other girls because she won’t let him hit it.”
“No fucking way, getting cock blocked by a nerd, no wonder he’s in a bad mood when he comes to the house.”
Your heart was torn, no shattered, no ran over with a bus. That was the last straw. You slammed the fridge, but no one noticed because the house was loud. You walked directly outside shoving people out of the way disrupting the harmony and flow of the party, which peaked Johnny’s interest. He couldn’t see you until he saw your hair-tie on the back of your head with a flower in it, he knew it was you. Johnny got up from the girl saying “he’s going to get a drink” to follow you outside.
No one was outside, there was a pool, so you took off your shoes, rolled up your jeans and dipped your feet in sitting on the pool ledge. You could still hear the muffled noises of the party, but at least you could hear yourself for the first time. Your eyes were pouring silent tears as you watched them drop into the pool. You stared at your reflection in the pool thinking about Johnny. Should you tell him? Is it even your place to tell him? Does he even feel the same way? It was too much.
“Hey stranger.”
It was Johnny, he sat down next to you. He noticed your monotone face looking down into the pool, the rippling water was reflecting against your face, giving you a cute moon-like glow.
“What are you doing here?”
“My friend wanted to come.”
“Oh.”
“So, how’s the party?”
“It’s going good, I missed you.”
It didn’t look like it to me, was she worth it?
“You missed me? Yeah, sure.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You turned to him with a tear streaked face.
“Look, it’s one thing to hear it from other people, but it’s another when you see the one person you love in this world...fuck around with other girls.”
“y/-”
“I’m done, Johnny.”
“W- What?”
“I’m tired of waiting around for you, I’m tired of being treated like another toy, I’m no different than those girls you see at every party. I don’t even know who or what I am to you anymore.”
“Y/n..”
“Johnny, fuck all the girls you want, just know I’m not going to be waiting for you.”
You got up from the pool and it started to thunder. Johnny knew you hated thunderstorms.
“Goodbye Johnny.”
“Wait! Can’t I drive you home? Or at least walk you home?”
“No, I think you’ve done enough. I’m tired of your games, next time to tell your friends to find someone else to do their homework for them.”
“B-But you hate walking in the rain...”
Johnny was crying giving you puppy eyes.
“I’d rather walk through rain than be seen with someone who played me like the tool he is.”
“Y/n, please don’t do this, I’m sorry but-”
“You can’t expect people to change how they feel because you want to act a certain way to make yourself feel better in that pea brain of yours.”
“I know, y/n and I’m sorry, please, don’t walk home, it’s dangerous!”
Your back was already turned to him as you were walking towards the backyard gate to leave. Johnny kept trying to grab you but you kept brushing him off. You made it to the front of the lawn before Johnny held you in a tight back hug not letting you move another step. You both were soaking wet, you couldn’t tell if they were tears or rain falling down your face. You felt Johnny’s soggy clothes squish against yours and water droplets were falling down his hair.
You knew he hated getting his clothes wet.
“Y/n! Please! Please don’t go!”
You could feel Johnny crying into your shoulder, unlike the rain, it was warm, hot tears. You kissed his temple as he loosened his grip.
“Goodbye, Johnny.”
You took that opportunity and ran, ran as fast as you could, you could hear Johnny running behind you but you slowly started to hear people from the party yelling at Johnny to come back inside.
Johnny watched you run out of his sight, then Johnny realized love comes and goes, he fucked up so bad that you had to let him go.
hey!! could you make a mark×she/her reader when during a discussion he yells at her and right after he remembers the trauma she has about "people yelling at her" sorry everytime i ask for something sad but i really like this kind of stories 😫😫 tysm don't need to do if you don't feel comfy <3
-this is an interesting concept, thanks for sending it in! (tw!! to those that have PTSD, panic attacks, specifically towards verbal abuse!)
You were over at the 127 dorm when you and Mark were yelling your heads off at each other. It started with passive aggressive mumbles from Mark that you realized you had enough. All the members coward in their respective rooms as you two were arguing in the living room.
“I just don’t understand why you can’t do the dishes or your own laundry, you’re a fucking adult, Mark.”
“I told you I’m busy so I don’t have time for it.”
“Yeah, yeah, the same bullshit excuse.”
“Bullshit excuse? What do you do around here y/n? All you do is lay around on your ass and don’t do any work!”
“I do my work! You just never see it, or bother to care to see it!”
“Yeah, I’m sure being a custom painter on Etsy is WAYYY more work than what I’m doing. Your job compared to mine is basically useless! You get to dance around and paint with pretty colors!” Mark shouted at the top of his lungs.
That statement hurt you to the core. Suddenly you felt your throat burn and your chest felt hot. Your eyes started to well up with tears. Mark said the one thing you never wanted to hear again. You wanted to pursue art as a career but your parents never wanted to support you in that endeavor. They would constantly tell you how it’s not a real job and that it won’t make you any money. You tried to impress your parents all the time with your work, but they always brushed it off or threw it in the trash. They didn’t even help you pay for art school, which burned you to the core as you cries bouts of nights in student debt. Ever since you went off to art school, you haven’t talked to your parents since, because you know they would never understand. In the moment, your mind flashed back to the last argument you had with your parents.
“y/n! Don’t you dare go to art school! It’s a waste of money and time!”
“You’ll do nothing there and learn about stupid colors!”
“You can’t get a job in painting drawings, its idiotic, y/n,”
“I don’t care if you were fucking Picasso, you’ll never be successful.”
“You are a useless daughter to me, y/n.”
“It’s such a shame when I have to tell people at work that you are going to art school, do you know how much of an embarrassment you are?”
Those thoughts flooded your head as you collapsed on the floor crying. You couldn’t breathe. You felt your whole body shaking, the room was spinning. You could barely hear Mark’s voice. Mark knew what was happening and immediately ran to hold you.
“Breathe, baby, breathe. In for four...and out...”
Mark calm you down a bit but you still were crying.
“Fuck, y/n...I’m sorry for what I said, I know it was triggering and I’m sorry. You know I love and support anything you do. You are a superstar in my eyes regardless. I didn’t mean it, I was caught up in the moment, but that’s no excuse for triggering you like that. I’m sorry.”
“I-i-it’s o-okay...”
You kissed Mark’s cheek and reassurance.
Mark just held you two as you sat in silence. Eventually Haechan peered out of his room.
“You guys done yet?”
“Y-Yeah.” You replied.
“Good because I want y/n to paint something for me.” Haechan spoke.
Haechan held up a photo of Mark in one of your dresses he wore for fun.
You giggled.
“I though I told you to never show her that photo!” Mark yelled about to snatch his phone.
Haechan blew a raspberry at his face and ran away.
“You little shit!” Mark shouted running after him.
-this is a blurb I wrote late at night, so i decided to post it, enjoy! (slow burn angst warning!!)
"Hello my love."
hey there, sexy.
Mark and your one-year old child walked up to you tirelessly with his picnic basket and blanket in hand. He laid it out for you to sit as he took out cucumber cream cheese sandwiches. He took one and placed it on a plate for you. He poured you some white wine and took in the breeze of the sunny afternoon.
"How have you been?"
good, I missed you.
"I hope you still like your favorite, cucumber cream cheese."
i do, thank you so much.
"You look so beautiful, as always."
always a charmer, Lee.
"I'm always thinking about you."
me too. thanks for taking time out of your day to see me.
"It's our anniversary, I thought, I'd come see you."
sweet as always.
“Has it really been 7 years? I can’t believe it’s been such a long time. I can’t believe it.”
me neither, I thought you would have killed me for taking the last watermelon slice.
“You know, I still haven’t forgave you for stealing that last watermelon slice on our first date, I knew you were special.”
Mark fondled with his silver wedding band, it was a bittersweet feeling to say the least.
“I still remembered how you looked on our wedding day, you were panicking about your hair, but it gave me an excuse to brush it out of your face.”
yeah, it was a pain, Lee.
“But, regardless, you were gorgeous, and I never regret any moments I have with you.”
me neither, you made my life better.
“I brought the little one, say hi to mommy.”
“M-ma...ma.” Your child stroked against your cheek
my baby, you look so happy.
“They’ve been doing well, learning their abcs and numbers, they still call your name every night.”
I know. I’m always there for them.
“I’ve been doing well at work, the job is going well, my parents watch over our kid. I’ve been happier”
good. I want you to be happier.
Mark placed his child on his lap as you all watched the sunset.
“Isn’t the view beautiful, my love?”
yes. it really is, you and my baby.
“F-fuck.” Mark was starting to cry.
please, please don’t cry.
The tears on Mark’s face kept falling.
“I know you’d be laughing at me calling me a softie while wiping my tears away...fuck, I- fuck!”
don’t curse in front of our child, honey
“I know, I know, you don’t want me to curse in front of them...I’m sorry.”
don’t apologize.
Mark pulled out a bouquet, daffodils.
“D-daffodils, you a-always said, t-they were your favorite. Just like you told me, they represent new beginnings and r-rebirth.”
you remembered. I’m flattered.
Mark handed one to your child, as he placed the flowers next to you, as your child followed, throwing one in your face.
You giggled at the sight.
Mark swore he heard your laugh but felt he was hallucinating. He could almost see you, in your beautiful sundress and hat smiling at him and your child.
“Me and y/c/n (your child’s name) should head back it’s getting dark.”
good, I want you two to get home safe.
“Say goodbye to mommy, little one.”
You child ran up and gave you a kiss, Mark lifted them up in his arms to walk over and gave you a kiss. But Mark’s forehead was stuck.
It was stuck on the cold, gray, stone that was in front of him. Mark’s eyes were full of tears.
“G-god...why did you have to go?”
“Why?”
“Why, god, why?”
“Please come back, please, I miss you so much.”
you know I can’t do that.
“I can’t do this.”
I know you can. Follow the daffodils, my love.
“Please come back to me, I want to hear your voice, kiss you, hug you, hold you.”
Mark, I’m always with you. Have faith in yourself, you are strong. I believe in you.
Mark suddenly felt warm, as if he as in you embrace. Your child giggled, as they knew you were right next to Mark holding him in a warm embrace.
“They really remind me of you. They even take after you, running away from me to tease me.”
good, it’s good to remember them through me.
“They love your stuffed bunny too, they never let it go.”
mr. rabbit, I hope he treats them well.
“I love you, y/n, I miss you so fucking much, I hate leaving you.”
you always have hated leaving me, I could never get out of the house on time.
“I will always love you.” Mark fondled with his ring again.
