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[ohmyuqi]

𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚?” (Mark lee x reader)

𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚?(Mark Lee x Reader)

Rating: PG

Warnings: highschool! au ; movie theater worker! mark au

Loosely based of real life events. (Not including mark lee of course)

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It was a Sunday evening, you were being lazy at home like you always did.

You were a homebody. Not really interested in partying or going out. Why’d would you go out when you could be binging your favorite movies on Disney Plus? As you were doing right now.

You’re phone buzzed with a text. It was your older sister, reminding you you had agreed to go watch a movie with her best friends.

“Fuck,” you were half way through Bambi and did not feel like going out with a bunch of strangers your sister was close to.

You brushed it off and unpaused the movie.

“Bzz,” you phone went off again.

2 unread messages

Bijou (big sis): Remeber our plans?

Bijou (big sis): meet me @ the movie theater in 10

‘Ten minutes??’ You looked at the time on your phone. Wasn’t it 4:00 like a minutes ago?

Ten minutes, ten minutes! How were you supposed to get ready in ten minutes?

You were surely going to look terrible, you thought. Not to mention you were going to see people you didn’t know. Important ones, your sisters best friends.

Instead of freaking out you decided it was enough time wasted and you had to get ready.

You left your hair as it was and slipped in some skinny jeans and an Iron Maiden band tee. You put on some concealer under your eyes and did your eyeliner. You decided you looked fine and it was time to go.

You drove to the movie theater and looked inside. There was your sister and her two best friends. Haylee and Cole. You saw them once in drivers Ed but never paid them any attention.

You really didn’t want to go in there alone so you decided to text your sister.

Y/n: Bijouuuuu

Y/n: Meet me outside please 🥺

You leaned on the wall of the theater, waiting. You hear her footsteps, and each foot step brought a new wave of anxiety.

“Hey baby sis, come in!” You sister looked great. She had cute mini skirt on and bomb ass makeup, you felt a little outshined by her. She always looked great.

“I’m not a baby.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your sister pinched your cheeks. “You clearly are if you want me to walk you inside!” She teased, and it made you feel a little better.

“Does my eyeliner look okay?” Bijou took your hands in her and looked you in your big, starry eyes.

“You look great, n/n, don’t worry. They’ll love you.” She said it with the most sincerity in the world. And that in itself meant the world to you.

“Now come on, let’s go make new friends!”

You were at the counter and remembered.. Mark.

Fuck, it’s Mark.

Mark was a cute guy who worked at the movie theater. You had seen him a couple times when going but had never talked to him.

He went to school with your older sis and was friends with her.

The first time you saw him you immediately commented on how cute he was.

“Did you see the guy at the cashier? He was so cute!”

“I know! He goes to my school, his name is Mark and he’s a junior. He’s a good friend of mine, you know,” Bijou smirked

Now you both meet again, and there he was. In all his cute cashier glory.

“Two tickets to jumanji please,” your sister handed him a couple dollars.

“Hey, Jou. Uh, I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yep, she’s my baby sis!” She smiled warmly at Mark.

You awkwardly glance and try not to meet eyes with him, which inevitably fails.

He hands you both your tickets. “Enjoy the show.”

You got and meet Haylee and Cole. The more you talk to them, the more you realize it was nothing to worry about. They were super friendly and were very easy to get along with. You knew they would soon become good friends of yours.

Cole bent over and gave Haylee a quick peck, “I’m going to get snacks, you guys want anything?” You all kindly rejected the offer and went to the go see the movie.

It came time that the movie ended and you all had a good time. The movie was great and you would make benign comments here and there making your new friends laugh.

“Ugh, I’m so hungry!” You complained, putting your head on your new friends shoulder. “Agreed,” Haylee chimed while walking with you to a bench.

You walked to the food court area and met eye to eye with Mark. Your sister Bijou walking closely behind you.

“Hey, Bijou! And ugh, hey Y/n,” Mark greeted you and your sister.

“Hey Mark, this is Y/n, as you now know, my baby sis,”

Mark looked you up and down and glanced at you Dark clothes and reserved demeanor.

Mark scrunched his nose, “EW! She’s emo!” Mark goes on and makes a big scene, pretending to be disgusted by your “emo” look.

Bijou laughed along with him and went along with the act. “Yeah, she’s totally emo. She listens to mcr or some shit.

Another worker friend of Bijou chimes in, “Holy shit, she looks like an e girl!”

“Holy shit, you’re right.” Cole joins the conversation and adds to the huge amount of clowning you were getting.

“.. it’s just the shirt,” you say awkwardly while glancing at the popcorn kernel by your foot.

Well more like intensely staring through the kernel at this point.

They all laugh at your response, “she’s so cute,” Haylee says.

“Can I have my drink now?” You say, slightly irratated by the fact that you were being clowned AND were slightly hangry.

He hands you the drink, your hands brushing in the process. You look at Mark and blush a little. As he looks away, you could tell if he was embarrassed or scared. Probably the latter but the looks of it.

You’re sister and you bid farewell to your now friends.

On the ride home you look all over Instagram for his account. You had attempted to do it before but had no idea what his last name was or anything.

You knew he went to school with your sister and was a junior. And his name was Mark.

Even with this information you couldn’t find his account anywhere, you were a little discouraged.

As you kept searching you got a notification.

mark.lee01 has started following you. 1m

You heart starts to race. Mark is following me? Did he look for me too? What?

“Mark followed me?” You told bijou. She seemed as confused as you.

“Really, Mark? That’s so not fair!”

“You have a gf, shut up Jou.”

You got another notification.

(Y/n instagram): you got a message from mark.lee01

‘He dmed me too? What the fuck? Is this some kind is cruel joke?’

“HE JUST DMED ME AHSJAJSHAK,” you informed your sister while also making incomprehensible noises. You just liked him that much.

“I wonder what he said...,”

“Well, there’s ink one way to find out.”

[ohmyuqi]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐀 ✰

⁽ʰʸᵘⁿʲⁱⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⁾

[ found this in my drafts, unfinished. I’ll try to post a pt 3 to the bad boy series today~ enjoy :) ]

You stared down at your phone, waiting for the long awaited text. You hated the fact that you were starting to appreciate this snide comments and the stupid jokes he would tell here and there. 

You hated the fact that you were a fool for the Eskimo kisses and late night visits. 

You hated the fact that you were a fool for him. 

“No, this isn’t happening.” 

It never dawned on you that you actually start to develop feelings for him, this wasn’t part of the plan. 

Him actually turning out to be a great guy wasn’t part of the plan either. 

You couldn’t tell if he was growing onto you or if these feelings were lingering in you this whole time. Waiting for that little sprout of hope to flourish onto full on love. 

You wanted to tell Nayeon and Yeri but you couldn’t now, you had gotten so far. 

In their eyes he was still a garbage human. 

If they experienced what I have would they think the same as I do? 

That’s when an avalanche of questions comes crashing down on you. Crushing the little fantasy that Hyunjin slowly rebuilds every time he flashes you that damn smile. 

What if he does this to every girl and I’m just another idiot who will fall on his exes list?

What was going on? He said he would text you some time in the afternoon and make the plans then. Vague as “hanging out”.

What do you wear when “hanging out”? 

Jeans? Skirt? Dress? 

You settled for a pair of black shorts with an over sized black and blue striped collard shirt, simple black thigh high socks and chunky tennis shoes.

Hopefully it didn’t scream try hard or anything, even though if you had to be honest to yourself you were trying hard.

You styled your hair in loose curls, nothing too crazy. 

You weren’t too sure what to do for makeup so you just went for a natural look.

You made sure you looked top notch then laid on your made bed, waiting for at least a sign he’s alive and waiting to make plans.  

You didn’t want to seem desperate so you just waited, and waited, and waited. 

Your older sister even came in the room and asked if you wanted dinner. 

“No, I’m waiting for someone.”

You took a nap to pass time and eventually felt a tap on your shoulder.

‘Hyunjin?’

No, it was your sister again. 

How embarrassing.

How depressing. 

“You sure you don’t want any leftovers? It’s lasagna.” 

“I’m fine, just waiting.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Starving, actually. I’ll be fine though.” 

You flashed her a reassuring smile then gave her two thumbs up. 

“You look really cute by the way.” She gave you one last smile and then exited the room. 

That relighted the fire in you, excited once again you checked the time. 

The clock read 10:24 p.m

‘I’m such an idiot. I’ve been waiting for this stupid “date” all afternoon while you’re probably having the time of your life with girls 100% hotter and more interesting then me.’

That was the last straw, the once thriving feeling for Hyunjin had wilted. 

You pulled out your phone. 

‘I hate you.’

‘Fuck you, Hyunjin.’

I need space.

I think I’m better off alone tonight.

Read 10:25 p.m 

There he was, driving over to your place at almost midnight. 

Sleep was a very important thing for Hyunjin but he didn’t care today. He had prepared this for many weeks. 

He wanted to take you out to do something different, something where he could actually cherish the time he would spend with you. 

There was going to be a meteor shower that night and he wanted to see it with you. He loved the starts and he loved you.

At least that’s what he thought this new feeling in his chest was. 

Even though he was coming to see the night sky, he knew the real sight was going to be you. 

It was always you. 

He felt like a child again, no other girl person did him like you do.

He was smiling to himself the way there, he had never felt anything like this before and he for sure was not going to mess up what you and him had. 

No one had captivated his heart like you did. 

You stole his heart and he did not care. 

He would willing give it to you if he could. 

He had his heart on his sleeve, some flowers and comfy blankets to surprise. He wanted to surprise you, something that guys didn’t really do nowadays. 

He loved your surprised smile and he would love it even more knowing he would spend the rest of the night seeing it. 

Hyunjin strayed his eyes off the road for a second to take a peak at his phone. 

Y/n♡ : I need space.

Y/n♡ : I think I’m better off alone tonight. 

[ohmyuqi]

guys,,, just look at him 

[ohmyuqi]

♡ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ (ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)♡

Series: Bad Boy (Hyunjin x Reader) ♡

Part: pt.2

Pairings: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Humou, Fluff, Angst, Highschool AU,

Rating: 14+

An: this is based of the song Bad Boy by Red Velvet. It’s so good and you’ve probably already heard it, if you haven’t, listen to it before you read the fic. ♡

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“Cause I, I know how to make the devil cry

Break ‘em down, looking in my eyes

That’s what I’m doing here tonight”

“달라 도도한 날 웃게 하잖아

알잖아 요즘 내가 Hot

날 보는 시선 너도 느껴봐”

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desc: started with a bet, ended with a broken heart. ♡

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You’re hands we balled into uncomfortable fists, sweaty with nervousness and anticipation. You didn’t know if this was the way to go about it, but you didn’t care. What happened, happened. 

That’s the spirit.

As soon as your index finger made contact with the doorbell you hid behind your abnormally clammy hands. 

You heard heavy and brisk steps to the front door, everything going as planned. 

“The the hell are you doing at my house?” 

You looked around in the dark surrounding you to make sure you were the person he was yelling at, and to your dismay, yes, it was you he was yelling at. 

You let out a nervous laugh. 

“You know, a simple ‘What do you need?’ would’ve sufficed.” 

He stepped out of the doorway and into his front porch, pointing an angry, slender finger in your direction. 

“I don’t give a damn,’what would’ve sufficed’. You don’t come to my house in 3:00 in the fucking morning and tell me what would’ve “sufficed”.

You looked to his left and into his house and clear as day their was another girl sprawled over his huge leather couch, who for sure was not Jennie Kim.

So that’s why Hwang Hyunjin had a leather couch. 

 Actually, ew, no, let’s not think about that. 

“You know, for guy that has had so many girlfriends, you are terrible with girls.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, it was three am and it was pretty chilly. 

The frigid air  was giving you a cold slap in the face and pricking at your bare legs. You honestly didn’t mind, anything felt better then the little indirects Hyunjin was throwing at you. 

Throwing at you faster than he cheated on his girlfriend, may I add.

“If I was really terrible with girls and treated them like shit, why would so many of them fall for me?” 

He looked as if he was really proud of that one, which honestly wasn’t a surprise. Most thinking he’s done in a couple days.

“Maybe all the girls after you are just brain dead.” 

“Is that why you’re here?”

He got you there. 

You hated this stupid bet. Why were you here again? Oh yeah, cause you’re a little loser who doesn’t like feeling like a little loser and apparently is very susceptible to peer pressure and dumb bets.

“OH MY GOD, I MIGHT ACTUALLY BE BRAIN DEAD-” 

You said this out loud but you were NOT going to let him win. Not after all he said. 

You pushed past him to enter his home, pointing a accusing finger at the body laying on his couch. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s not your girlfriend.” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s none of your fucking business.” 

You couldn’t tell if he was mad or he just always sprinkled his speech with profanities, either way you didn’t like it. 

His tone made you were really mad, maybe you were dumb but you were certainly not a pushover. 

“I’M GONNA LET EVERYONE KNOW YOU’RE A CHEATER ~ “ 

But you were a child. 

“A DIRTY LITTLE LIAR ~ “

You ran around his large living room and skillfully slipped out your phone from your skirt pocket. 

Opening up snapchat you started recording, you had everyone in your school added, so everyone would know. 

It’s not like everyone didn’t know of his repulsive cheating ways, they did, they just dismissed it. 

Plus Jennie always denied any allegations and claimed everyone was just jealous of her and were trying to ruin her perfect relationship. 

When clearly the only person trying to her ruin her relationship was her own boyfriend. 

“Hey everyone, It’s Y/n letting you know that Hwang Hyunjin is a literal piece of garbage.” 

You ran over to the girl topless on the black couch. Making sure her face was crystal clear. 

“And here is his ugly, cheap, whor-” 

Hyunjin ran over to you and jumped over the couch to get you and your phone in reaching (and harming) distance. 

Next thing you knew, your phone was gone. 

It wasn’t the pretty little iPhone X you once knew, loved, and cherished. 

It was just a mess on his expensive rug. 

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” 

“What do you mean “What he fuck?” Do you realize what you were doing?”

“I was very aware of what I was doing, yes, thank you very much.” 

Yes, I know, you know, we know what you were doing was messed up in so many ways but who cares, it was Hwang Hyunjin? 

It was like stealing from the rich, or offing a murder. At least that’s how you rationalized it. 

He had it coming. 

He scoffed under his breath and slightly shook his head. 

“God, you are such a bitch.” 

You sat yourself down and put your face in your hands. Purposefully sighing loud enough for Hyunjin to hear. 

“Fuck, what do I do now?” You looked at the sleeping girl beside you. 

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

“Shit, I don’t know. I’ve never had a girl show up at my house at 3:00 am, let herself in, record the girl I was with and then had me have to break her phone so she doesn’t do anymore stupid shit.” 

“You didn’t have to break my phone, you asshat.”

“Now I can’t call Yeri to pick me up. And I sure as hell am not calling my parents.” 

How were you going to explain to your parents how you got here, for gods sake you sometimes even can’t process how you got here.

“Um. hey mom, hey dad, could you get me from this fuckboy’s house? Oh no, we didn’t do anything. Why am I here? Oh yeah, I was just trying to prove my friends I was ‘naughty’ and could get this guy if I wanted. Thanks, love you,bye ~”

Hyunjin walked over to you and sat beside where you were sitting, making sure to stay at a distance. 

                       “Why did you come to my house anyways?”

[ohmyuqi]

Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｍａｎ

 When I was you man (Lucas x Reader)

genre: Angst, sad fluff

summary: “I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”

an: im so sorry.

playlist: “when I was your man” - bruno mars

“y si fuera ella?” - alejandro sanz

“it will rain” - bruno mars

“talking to the moon” - bruno mars 

“photograph” - ed sheeran 

“chasing cars” - snow patrol

“cuando me enamoro” - enrique iglesias y juan luis guerra

“just give me a reason” - pink 

(order doesn’t matter)

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While lucas is moving out your shared apartment he finds a polaroid of you two and decides to write you a letter.

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Empty, desolate, different.

Lucas couldn’t believe his eyes, once an apartment full of life, love and a promising future turned into well, this. 

He started wistfully at the leather couch he would have to call Mark to help him move. The same couch where you guys had you first kiss.

The same couch you guys would spend hours cuddling and watching tv together, enjoying life for what it was. What you made it to be. 

The same couch where you would discuss how you guys would spend the rest of your lives together. Where you lay when your future kids frolicked in your future house. 

What you and Lucas had was ethereal, special. Unlike anything either of you had felt before. 

His love felt new and exciting but comforting and familiar. 

He felt different and new, albeit it also felt you knew him all your life. 

You both used to spend every living moment with each other. You could never get tired of him just like he could never get tired of you. At least that’s what you thought up until a couple months ago. 

When you realized that his smile didn’t light up when he saw you like it used to. He didn’t hold you like he used to, things were shifting. 

The dawn would flow into your room through your windows and he wasn’t there. 

When you talked you didn’t talk, just reassurances of love. 

Friday nights you would end up all alone, talking to the moon and your bedroom walls. The ones where you hung pictures of both of you actually in love. 

Friday nights where Lucas was hanging out with his “friends”, then later coming home smelling like a French Whore. 

You felt like were going mad without him, life felt so dull and different. You were alone. At times it felt like Lucas was all you had, now even he was slipping through your frail hands. 

You would spend nights on end wondering what you were doing wrong. 

You tried so hard to satisfy him. You loved him unconditionally, you tried to make him feel better on the days when life would beat him up. You supported him through all his decisions, whether you agreed or not. You even dressed yourself up to try to impress him. 

After a while you knew it was useless, in the beginning you could be in a stained hoodie with your hair a mess and he wouldn’t care. All he could see was that blinding smile and those charming eyes. 

One day you decided to let all trust out the window and test him, to this day a little part of you wishes you hadn’t. 

You shoved your keys in your purse making sure everything you needed was there. Your eyes trailed to Lucas, standing at the door. A juicebox and a pb and j sandwich in a paper bag securely held by his sure hands. 

You walked over to him and gave him a big great hug. It was painful, you knew this would be the last one. You stayed in his comforting arms for longer than usual, relishing its bitter sweetness. 

He handed you the small bag and took your crumbling face in his hands. “Don’t cry, princess. Your interview will be fine. If they reject you they don’t deserve the little jem they let slip through their hands.” He placed a light kiss on your head. 

How hypocritical of you, Lucas. 

You told him the interview would be very tedious process and you would probably be home very late. Late enough for him to speak his truths.

You waited a couple hours, oh how long those hours. Waited ‘till it felt right. 

You left your car as quietly as possible, opening the door knob, fingers trembling. 

All you could hear were your painful heart beats and lingering doubts troubling your heart. 

You looked around in the messy apartment, its appearance reflecting your peace of mind. 

You kept looking, nothing seemed out of place. Not a sound was heard either. 

A little bud of hope flourished in your tearing heart, just waiting to put you back together. 

You walked to the room that you and Lucas shared, once a place of love corrupted by ignorance. 

You stopped, fingers inches away at the knob. You were itching to know the truth, but at the same time you knew your ignorance was bliss. 

But you couldn’t live on like this, your heart wouldn’t be able to take it. 

You pulled open the door and their it was, the truth was staring blankly back at you. Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to. 

In that second in time, Lucas didn’t break your heart. He took it, crushed it, stepped on it and spit on it. 

Dark oceans of regret stared back you, not a word. 

The silence was deafening, you wished he said something. Anything, any excuse to keep you. 

The part that truly broke you was the fact that he didn’t even try. He didn’t try to keep you, he didn’t do anything. 

Your eyes brimming with tears, you yelled at the top of your lungs. 

“SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING.”  You grabbed him by his broad shoulders, waking up the woman laying soundly next to him. 

You yelled at him until your voice broke and your throat burned with all the truths you wished you spoken earlier. You pushed and slapped him weakly. 

You went crazy, you quite literally snapped. 

You stared at the woman next to him, she watched you both with guilty eyes. You didn’t know who she was and you didn’t care. 

“Get out of my house.” 

She stared at you for a second, clearing her throat and her eyes trailing to her bare body covered by sin and a thin, white sheet. 

“I said get out of my house.” This time you made sure you put all the pain and hatred in your command. Poison seething through your trembling lips. 

She took the sheet and made sure she was covered. Taking her purse and her last sliver of dignity out the door. 

You picked a red thong from the floor. Making sure you didn’t actually touch the filthy garment. 

“Is this some kind of cruel joke?” Unlike the unknown mistress, he had no dignity to spare. There was quite literally nothing he could say to fix this. 

He couldn’t lie his way out of this one, he couldn’t kiss it and make it better. 

You threw the dirty thing at him. “You’re a piece of literal dog shit, rot in hell.” 

That’s when he burst at the seams, all this wrongdoing and guilt getting to his decrepit mind. 

He watched as you rushed out the door, hair trailing like the fiery burning in your heart. 

He knew in him what he did was wrong, but he was blinded by lust and lies. 

How utterly cruel of you to blame him for his big heart. How absolutely wicked of you to hate him for blaming him for something he can’t control. How terrible of you for leaving him and not accepting that he is human and makes mistakes.

Anything, he clawed for reasons to hate you. He had all these ‘reasons’, yet he couldn’t find it in him to hate you. 

Walking into the room everything came back to him. It wreaked of alcohol and regret. 

The bed was bare and the old bed sheets were ashes in a near by forest. 

He looked around in the vacant shell of a home. He looked to his left and there it was, just like he remembered. It was a Polaroid of your first date at the amusement park. Even if it was your first date both of you knew it was love. But just like anything, love dies in negligence. 

He had a big cheesy smile, oozing with love. While you were lightly pecking his sun kissed cheek. A small droplet landed on the picture, rubbing salt in the wound. 

He picked a pen of your coffee table and took out a sheet of paper.  

 Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now.

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name 

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made.  And it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Although it hurts

I'll be the first to say that I was wrong. 

I know I'm probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know, 

hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man. 

Ps. I don’t deserve you, don’t come back to me. 

Attaching the picture to the letter after snapping a picture of it on his phone, signing off the past to you. Letting go and accepting his mistakes. 

“I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”  

[ohmyuqi]

✰ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ✰

Two sizes too big (mark x reader)

Genre: 100% fluff

summary: “um, I know this is a bit sudden but, can I wear your hoodie?”

an: just a lil short story cause i got bored and love mark, enjoy ! 

ps: surprisingly enough, mark is not my bias.

pps: merry christmas, this is my gift to you.♡ 

ppps(last one, I swear): chubbs (bad boy too) will hopefully be updated tomorrow. :)

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Mark Lee. Amazing, supportive, shy, talented, great, the love of your life but also the best friend you couldn’t seem to find the courage to confess to. 

Mark Lee was a lot of things, your boyfriend not being one of these things. 

You thought about the fact specifically on a lonely Friday night, in quite possibly your ugliest pair of sweats. 

Your parents were out on a date and your little siblings were having sleepovers. 

‘Wow, your younger siblings have a more active social life than you. Nice job, Y/n.’

It’s not that you didn’t have friends, it was more like you constantly made excuses to not have to interact with other human beings. God knows how stressful that was. 

‘Oh, sorry, I’m really close to finishing this book I’ve really been into! Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll make it there.’

‘I have plans already....What plans? Oh you know, the usual...”

‘I actually have to plant-sit for my neighbor, sorry.’

You were fine living like this until a couple months ago, when you realized youth is fleeting and you only live once.

Only a fucking loser would use it to binge watch Grey’s Anatomy while stuffing their face with a family size bag of Cheetos.

You actively tried to make a change the week before tonight but all your friends who usually asked you to go out with them said they had to study for end of year exams. 

This meaning you had to wait until summer to actually begin living and not being a hermit. 

You liked to switch between thinking about this and Mark. If you thought of one it would distract you of the other. How depressing.

Sometimes it wasn’t so depressing though, many people talked about how you guys were made for each other and it was stupid that you didn’t just confess to each other. 

If only it was like that.

 While you were blankly staring at the succulent in the corner of your living room, your phone buzzed. 

♡Mark♡: Open your front door. :)

Well, shit. What now?

You looked like a mess and a half, sweats, big shirt and a bun quirky college girl style. He can’t see you like this.

♡Mark♡: Is there something wrong?

Yes. You look like a troll.

“I don’t care!”

You said out loud, didn’t you? 

 You could hear Mark laughing at how much of girl you were being. Then you could feel Mark laughing at you when your face became as red and hot as Mars.

You lamely opened the door for your lifelong best friend as if this wasn’t a usual occurrence. 

He was dressed in a hoodie and a denim jacket layered on top of it, matching that with a pair of Adidas Joggers. 

You looked down at your fuzzy panda socks shamefully. 

“You could’ve said something, you know.” You mumbled under your breath, which Mark still heard. Either way he didn’t care that you looked a mess.

He though it was rather charming. 

“I’m sorry I look like this.” 

Mark scratched the back of his neck shyly, a cute little habit you loved of his.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just a try hard.” You looked up to meet eyes, you weren’t sure but you thought you saw the trace of a blush. 

“That you are, Lee.” 

You playfully punched his shoulder, earning a couple insults from the Canadian.

“Shut up, Quasimodo.” I mean he wasn’t far off. At least that’s what you though. Not what he thought though. 

He thought you looked most beautiful now, laughing and a mischievous little glint in your eye

You were enjoying Mark’s company so much you almost forgot to ask why he was even here.

“So, could you tell me why you’re here, basking in my company at 10:30 pm on a Friday night?” You motioned him to sit.

Mark shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the either. He couldn’t seem to sit still. 

H turned away to look at anywhere but your eyes, “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I, I like you.” 

You were shocked. The lifelong best friend you were crazy in love with liked you back. 

No way, this only happens in Netflix movies and the cheesy teen novels.

You went to pinch your forearm and closed your eyes, when you opened them back up again Mark was still there. 

After that you tried your cheek and gave yourself a light slap. He was still there, in your house, confessing to you.

“What are you doing?” Besides realizing that you weren’t dreaming and your crush was actually confessing to you, you also realized that Mark watched you make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“Did you really just-,” 

“Not a word, Mark Lee. Not. A. Word.” 

“You are such a dork.” You went to hug Mark, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder. 

You felt Mark smile against your shoulder. 

“But you’re my dork, nonetheless.” 

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The next day you went to school with one of Mark’s sweaters, it wasn’t even close to fitting you but you didn’t care. 

That day you guys could not be separated, giving each other a hug or a peck, here and there

As you walked in your science classroom holding hands with Mark you heard your friends cheer for you.

Your close friend, Rose tugged at the grey hoodie. Rose gave Lucas, another close friend of yours, a nudge.

“I have a feeling Y/n’s not single anymore.” 

Lucas, being a witness of all the PDA he saw that morning, chuckled and raised a thick eyebrow at the redhead. 

“So that’s what gave her away?” 

[ohmyuqi]

About the Mark Chubbs story [important psa/ please read]

Okay, so at first I thought about her( you/ main character) anorexic and then Mark helping her through everything and making her realize that she doesn’t need to change herself to be loved. Then I realized I don’t wanna get that dark right now. I might right something like that (I will put warning and all that so don’t worry!)

Then I wanted to write about her getting thin in the story, getting the guy, getting the last laugh and all that.

Then I realized that I haven’t read many stories with a chubby main character and an idol loving her even if she was chubby.

Here’s a fact that authors need to realize: fat/ chubby/ overweight people exist

Another fact: Fat/chubby/overweight people find love. And it isn’t just with “fat lovers”.

This is coming former overweight/obese person. I was obese and some guys still liked people.

Not many but the ones who aren’t superficial and look deeper into a person.

Another truth: Not everyone will like you.

Like I said, I used to be obese. Like for a majority of my life. I was plus size up until middle school and a year into middle school I lost some weight and all of a sudden I wasn’t invisible and people liked me. A lot.

But people are shitty, even when we’re really young.

Chubby people do find love. I realized how much better I can make the story if I make the main character chubby and the guy likes her, AND she stays chubby through the whole story.

I’m still deciding what route I’m gonna take with this story but I think I’m leaning more towards something that could happen (like someone falling for you even when you aren’t conventionally attractive). So that’s all I had to say!

Stay safe and always love yourself. ❥

[ohmyuqi]

ｃｈｕｂｂｓ | Ｍａｒｋ Ｌｅｅ

Series: chubbs (Mark Lee x Reader)

Part: pt.1/?

Pairings: Mark x Reader, Nct x others

Genre: Fluff, angst, another highschool au

Rating: 14+

An: I was reading something and just thought of this, also this is the third series I’ve put out oops?

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 300lbs. The number flashed on the scale and lingered, hauntingly.

Just like the Chinese food you have last night, lingering on your everything. You wanted to say you were shocked but the truth was you weren’t, that didn’t make the number any less painful though.

You relived that moment in your head while you ate your strawberry pop tart, which everyone knows is the superior flavor.

It was truly surprising how numbing a pop tart could be, you made a mental note to give Yuqi the little tidbit. 

Pop Tarts, a breakfast for champions and land whales who like to forget how massive they are while simultaneously reminding them how massive they are! ™

Another fun fact, school life is hell when you are fat! 

You were hyper aware of the fact when Hyunjin, your oh so lovely classmate would call you every name in the book. 

So you were hyper aware all the time. 

“Hey, Fatso, could you stop breathing so loudly? I don’t like the sound of you being alive.” 

You breathed heavily in her direction. Bitch.

She never misses a beat, this time hitting it a little to hard. 

But Yuqi and Chuu never miss a beat either, so just like that, they were right beside you.

They were the best friends you could ever ask for, sometimes you even forgot why they kept you around.

Then it hits you, ‘they need someone to make them look even better in photos’.

You glared down at the delicious, pain numbing, pastry. 

Chuu’s bright voice rang through the cafeteria. “Don’t worry, N/n. Hyunjin is just a bitch.” 

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In the morning you had gym class first. Yeah I know, crazy. 

As you slid off your too tight jeans, one of Hyunjin’s friends, Jinsoul felt like commenting on your chubby legs. 

“Woah, since when did the michelin man go to our highschool?”

You weren’t even gonna lie, that almost got a chuckle from you. It did successfully get a laugh from your peers.

You fully took of your sweatpants, legs bare, you walked over to her. 

“Aw, is someone jealous they get cold in the summer and I don’t?” You pulled a pop tart out of your hoodie pocket. 

“Lighten up, twig.” Then you passed her the pastry. 

Sure, you were fat, but that didn’t mean you were gonna get bullied and be passive. What is this? Insatiable?

And everybody clapped. 

Just kidding, everybody stayed silent, you were glad. You nearly had an aneurysm back there. 

You went back to your locker and bench to change into your regular clothes.

Since Jinsoul made a scene she decided to be the one to change the subject.

“Hey, Jinnie, you here about the new guy?” 

You opened your ears and put your thinking cap on. 

“No! Who? Is he cute? What’s his name?”

“Yes and I’m not sure. I just saw him the other day getting registered at the office, aparrantly his first day is today.” 

“Man, must feel bad to be a fatty with a cute new guy...” 

Finished putting on your clothes and about to put up your hair you turned violently towards the girls.

“Y’all got a crush on me or something?” Your scowl matching your tone.

Jinsoul squirmed in her mini skirt, as so did Hyunjin.

“Ew no, you lesbian. Diabetes isn’t cute.” 

You turned to leave, but not before saying one thing.

“Then why am I always on your mind, Jinnie?” You angrily stormed out of the stuffy locker room.

One second you were mad and on a mission and the next you were on the floor under some strange guy.

                                                      Shit.

[ohmyuqi]

♡ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ (ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)♡

Series: Bad Boy (Hyunjin x Reader) ♡

Part: pt.1

Pairings: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Highschool AU,

Rating: 14+

An: this is based of the song Bad Boy by Red Velvet. It’s so good and you’ve probably already heard it, if you haven’t, listen to it before you read the fic. ♡

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“Cause I, I know how to make the devil cry

Break 'em down, looking in my eyes

That’s what I’m doing here tonight”

“달라 도도한 날 웃게 하잖아

알잖아 요즘 내가 Hot

날 보는 시선 너도 느껴봐”

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desc: started with a bet, ended with a broken heart. ♡

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High school was hard, especially when all people tried to shove in your face was the fact that you were single.

You would know, but you had your reasons.

People pinned you as a ‘good girl’ and a ‘goodie two shoes’, you know, the usual.

Your close friends would actually the ones who used those words the most.

It didn’t really bother you at first, being good wasn’t bad. Was it?

At least that’s what you thought up until a couple weeks ago.

At 16, you had an epiphany.

Being good wasn’t all that good, and being bad wasn’t all that bad.

An awakening had occurred. You became a bad girl, at least that’s what you thought.

What else would explain you staying up past 9:30 and not wearing a seat belt?

“You, Y/n L/n, are not a bad girl.”

This upsetting comment came from your best friend Yeri Kim.

As you, Yeri, and your other best friend Nayeon we’re having lunch on that eventful summers day. You had a realization, you, Y/n L/n, were not a bad girl.

“And why’s that?” You answered defensively, taking a bite of your school food and nearly gagging.

How do you ruin chicken nuggets?

“Let’s start on your clothes,”

Yeri processed to point at your oversized, old sweater.

“‘Bad girl’ isn’t a look, it’s an attitude.”

Nayeon picked at her salad, looking at both of you.

“You both have a point.” Nayeon glanced at Jennie Kim, giving her a resentful smile.

“Now that’s a bad girl.”

Jennie Kim. Where do I even start? Jennie Kim was at the top of high school hierarchy. Many might deny there is such a thing, but we all know there is.

Being Queen Bee was a tough job, so Jennie had minion-,I mean best friends to help her out.

There was Nancy Mcdonie and Soojin Seo, both just as frightening as their leader.

Yeri took a sip of her boba. “Yeah, and last time I remembered, you weren’t Jennie.”

“Yeah, you don’t even have a Hyunjin.”

Nayeon’s doe eyes left Jennie and strayed to Hyunjin.

Jennie wasn’t alone at the top, she shared her thrown with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was her boyfriend, just as powerful as her. He was the star basketball player, captain of the football team, also amazing at baseball.

He was also a renowned bad boy. Not to mention a heartbreaker.

Every girl desperately wished they could call him theirs. But every girl also knew that was never going to happen.

“I could if I wanted to...” You mumbled quietly under your breath, cheeks ablaze.

If you could burrow yourself in your hoodie any deeper you would. Sadly that was physically impossible.

“Oh please, you couldn’t even get a Lucas if you wanted to.”

Lucas was Hyunjin’s closest friend, besides Jaemin. And just like Hyunjin, he was a dick.

He was captain of the baseball team, single and a fuckboy.

Lucas was a model too. Super tall and was hot as hell. That’s probably why he did as he pleased.

Lastly, there was Jaemin. He was the youngest of the group and was probably a little less of human garbage than the rest of them.

He was the lead dancer of 1MILLION dance group, a korean based dance group that was currently taking over the urban dance scene.

He had a girlfriend which he met in through his dance group and was very loyal to her.

He was a pretty great guy before he became popular and affiliated with Hyunjin and Lucas. After that he changed for the worse, and as the days pass he becomes more corrupted by his seniors.

You looked at the it crowd regretfully as they passed your table.

“Don’t underestimate me. I definitely could.”

Yeri looked up from her phone. “Are you 100% confident in what you just said?”

You shimmied uncomfortably in your oversized hoodie. Tugging on the strings.

You took a shaky breathe before answering.

“1000% even.”

Yeri’s phone screen went black before she set it down. A Cheshire Cat smile made its way to her usually sweet face.

“I bet you couldn’t get Hyunjin to fall in love with you.”

Nayeon burst out laughing at your reaction, winking at Yeri. “Good one, Kim.”

You nodded your head hesitantly. She can’t be serious, right?

“Okay, let me take it a step further. I bet you can’t break Hyunjin’s heart.”

She was dead serious.

Your heart stopped. What did you get yourself into?

Better question, how were you going to get yourself out of this mess?

[obsessionicons]

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[idramaaddict]

The first spring I spend with you was really precious. When the winter comes, could I stay by your side

[ohmyuqi]

♡ sʜɪɴᴇ ♡

series: shine ♡ (kim jungwoo x reader) 

pairings: kim jungwoo x reader  ♡

genre: fluff  ☼

rating: g for great 

an: while you read, you should listen to shine(빛나리) by pentagon ! , 

(I listened non stop while writing this, also where I got my idea ♡)

desc: you loved him for years, known him for even longer, but you just start to realize your actual feelings for him?

You were wrapped in Jungwoo’s strong arms,the same arms that comforted you that time Goldie, your pet goldfish died. And the same arms that still held you at night when you guys argued. 

But tonight you guys weren’t arguing, but rather relishing in each other’s company. 

It was rare that you guys got to spend time like this, specially with your hectic college schedules. 

But it was Spring Break and you both cleared up your schedules for each other. Celebrating your third anniversary together. Thinking on it now, you could remember Jungwoo declaring to you, clear as day. Heart open and wallet empty. 

You didn’t care though, love doesn’t cost a dime. 

You also remember that day, when he gave you his heart. All of it, the entirety of his love, to cherish or to trash. 

Everything was in your hands now. Everything up to you. The rest of his life and the rest of us.

And that day, that smile, was the start of forever. 

And the start of forever was actually the start of you waking up...

Your eyes open slowly, almost too slowly, as if you were scared to let go. As your vision starts to clear you realize you’re staring at a ceiling. Jungwoo’s living room cieling, one you would often times stare at when sleeping over. 

Then it all starts coming back, in beautiful broken fragments. 

The dream. 

Where you were his and he was all yours. 

Why were you here anyways? You look around to find that it is 3:20am, and you had stayed over to study  

You looked to your right, there he was. On the loveseat, sprawled like the math notes on the floor. 

So, it was all a dream? 

That’s when you realized, you had never thought of Jungwoo like that.

Jungwoo was Jungwoo, your best friend. 

You’re partner in crime, not your lover. 

You didn’t think of him like that, well at least you didn’t think so?

And even if you did, you wouldn’t blame yourself. He was a beautiful person, inside and out. 

The way he would always care for you when you were sick. And every morning you would wake to a bright message from him. 

Then you looked over at his sleeping figure, thinking more on physical things.

Your eyes landed on his hair first. It was fluffy and vibrant shade of hazelnut. 

Then his closed, slightly puffy eyes. Gorgeous eyes that often times showed you the universe, you just rather remain oblivious.

Then there was his nose, many said it was perfect, and you had to agree with many.

Lastly, your eyes landed on his lips. Those damn lips. You always wondered what they felt like. They already did wonders on you, those smiles could cure cancer.

You stepped closer, right in front of the loveseat.

You could hear his little breaths, quiet and shallow.It alarmed you slightly but you decided to just brush it off.

You inched closer, inches away from his face. Those lips looking ever so inviting. 

You could feel his warm breath on your lips, shallow as ever. You tilted your head ever so slightly, lips a hairs width from touching. You could practically feel them on yours.

That’s when his eyes fluttered open.