INCLUDES ! — non idol!bf mark x fem!reader, just straight fluff because i miss mark and i see him on sunday, lmk if i've missed anything else
AUTHORS NOTE ! — my friend helped me with writing this one, she doesn't have tumblr though so heartbreak, not proofread!
the sun was beginning its descent behind the sleek modern architecture of the Starfield Library in Seoul, casting long golden rays through the massive glass windows. Inside, rows upon rows of bookshelves stretched like endless towers of knowledge, the quiet hum of soft footsteps echoing in the air. It was a typical late afternoon, but for mark and y/n, this moment felt anything but ordinary.
mark was lounging in one of the cozy chairs near the top floor’s balcony. His legs were crossed, a book propped up in one hand, but his attention was on y/n. his eyes were drawn to y/n, who was skimming through a shelf of romance books on the shelf in front of him
she didn’t know he was watching her. she rarely did, and that was just one of the many things he loved about her. y/n had this quiet, unassuming way of being like she was always in her own world, focused, intent on whatever she was doing, but completely present in the moment.
y/n had this gentle grace when she moved, and as she reached up to pull a thick book off the shelf, mark couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly to himself. y/n's hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few strands escaping to frame her face. she looked effortlessly beautiful, she always did.
it's been three years since they'd met, since they'd walked into this very library for the first time, two nervous 21-year-olds both obsessed with books, one obsessed with manga or anything spider-man related and the other with romance. it was there, amid the stacks of poetry, that they'd found each other.
he first noticed her when she bumped into him in the crime section, her book flying out of her hands and landing right at his feet. she apologised over and over, a deep pink blush colouring her cheeks. they laughed it off, and after a while, their shared love of books drew them back to the library every week. they studied together, talked about dreams, books, and everything in between. eventually, that awkward friendship blossomed into something more.
y/n glanced up from her book and caught his gaze. her face lit up instantly, that warm smile spreading across her lips, making his heart stutter in his chest.
she made her way over to him, the sound of her soft footsteps making him feel like he was living in a dream.
“are you going to keep reading that book, or should we go grab a drink?” she asked, her voice as soft and soothing.
mark slowly set the book down with a soft grin. “i’d rather have you in my arms.” he said and gently pulled her closer to him.
y/n rolled her eyes playfully, but mark could see the blush creeping up her neck. she always did that, pretending to be embarrassed by his cheesy lines, but he knew better than anyone that she liked it. he had a way of making her heart flutter, just like she did to him.
“i should have known you'd say something like that,” she teased, sitting down next to him on the plush chair. her scent, a mixture of rose and strawberry, wrapped around him like a warm hug. he promised to breathe her in forever.
mark leans closer to her and places his hand on her thigh, his thumb gently stroking the fabric of her jeans. he smiles up at her and places a soft kiss on her neck.
they sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the quiet and each other’s presence. it wasn’t often they had moments like this just the two of them, surrounded by books, a world of possibilities and quiet joy.
“so, what’s next for us?” mark asked softly, his voice almost a whisper as he glanced at the horizon through the window, his hand never leaving her thigh. the sky was streaked with pink and orange as the sun set, and for a moment, the entire world felt still.
y/n's smile softened, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. “what do you mean, markie?”
he turned to look at her, his hand instinctively brushing her hair back. “i mean… we’re 25 now. we’re no longer in school anymore. what do we do now? what’s our next chapter?”
y/n smiled, her eyes closing as she savoured the quiet moment. “i think we’re already writing it. this is our next chapter.”
her words brought a contented sigh from him. of course, they were already living it. their life, right here, right now, together, was perfect. they didn’t need to have all the answers right now. all that mattered was that they had each other.
“do you ever think about the future?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as if he was revealing a hidden vulnerability.
“most of the time,” y/n said, her voice steady and reassuring. “but i think... i think the future will always be uncertain. the important part is that we’re in it together. i’m happy with you, mark. wherever we go, whatever we do... as long as you’re by my side.”
he reached over to take her hand in his, his fingers threading through hers. there was a sense of peace in that touch, a promise that no matter where life took them, they would always be together.
“i’m happy with you too, baby” he whispered. “More than I’ve ever been with anything or anyone else in my life.”
y/n smiled softly, her eyes shining with the kind of love that made mark feel like the luckiest man alive.
the library around them continued to hum with soft conversations and the rustling of pages, but to them, the world seemed to stop. there was no rush, no pressing need to be anywhere else. they were in this moment, wrapped up in the quiet, safe in their love.
“so, baby,” mark said after a moment, letting her hand go and squeezing her thigh lightly. “how about that drink, hmm?”
“hmm,” y/n hummed, looking up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “only if you promise not to say any more cheesy things for the rest of the day.”
he laughed softly. “i can’t make that promise, but i can promise to make you laugh.”
her eyes twinkled as she leaned in and kissed him gently making him smile against her lips. “deal.”
together, they stood, hands still intertwined, and made their way toward the elevator, leaving the serenity of the library behind them for a while. but as they stepped into the bustling streets of Seoul, surrounded by the noise and energy of the city, they both knew they had everything they needed.
they had each other, and that was more than enough.
the warmth of the coffee shop was a welcoming relief from the cold winter outside. mark and y/n settled into a corner booth, their mugs of coffee steaming between them. y/n curled her hands around her cup, her fingers gently tracing the edge as she gazed at mark, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“do you ever think about the past?” she asked, her voice contemplative.
mark raises an eyebrow. “the past?”
“yeah,” she says, her eyes softening. “like… when we first met. back in the library.”
mark leans back in his chair, taking a long sip from his mug. the memory felt like it belonged to another lifetime. “i think about it all the time. how nervous i was to even talk to you. how much i wanted to ask you out but didn’t have the courage to do so.”
y/n laughs softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “i was so nervous too. i thought you were way out of my league.”
“out of your league? me?” mark babbles surprised. “i was a mess. you have this way of making everything seem so effortless.”
they both fell into a quiet moment, reminiscing about the small, awkward beginnings of their relationship. from that first, fumbled encounter in the library to the late-night study sessions, their connection had grown with each passing day. what had started as friendship had blossomed into something deeper, something unspoken but undeniably strong.
“i think we’ve come a long way since then” y/n says softly, her voice full of affection for the man in front of her.
“yeah,” mark hums, his eyes locking with hers. “and i can’t wait for what’s to come.”
mark reaches across the table, placing his hand in hers. “we’ll write it together. just like we’ve been doing all along. the story of y/n and mark”
and in that moment, as they sat together in the coffee shop, mark knew that no matter where their lives led them, they would always have each other. their love, like the books in the library, would continue to fill the pages of their story, one chapter at a time.
INCLUDES ! — vice president!jeno x fem!reader, swearing, suggestive, lmk if i've missed anything else
AUTHORS NOTE ! — this one-shot is based on a tiktok imagine i saw ages ago and just decided to write it in my writing style whirl adding a little something to it🙂↕️ also if yous happen to want me to make the fic longer, don't be scared to ask me to!
sitting on your boyfriend's lap, a soft-cover copy of die for you in hand. you can feel jeno's hands sliding up and down your thigh gently.
he’s in an important meeting and you were asked to keep him company through an online meeting as he listens to men drone on and on about the fact that the CEO of the company does "nothing" for them.
you hear complaint after complaint but pay no attention to what's actually being said. every few minutes you hear jeno scoff as he rolls his neck to crack it with a grunt.
you lean your forehead against the side of his neck as you turn the page only to come across a smut scene.
shifting in jeno's lap with an awkward cough thinking jeno wouldn’t be reading along with you, which he indeed was doing but he won't ever admit to that, you feel his arm snake around your waist and pull you closer to him if it was even possible.
now you're trying your hardest to focus on the words, all you could think and feel was the fact that your boyfriend had his hands on your thighs, gripping them softly.
feeling him place a kiss on your temple, you feel his hot breath on the side of my neck before he finally speaks, lowly.
“baby, calm down, i can feel you throbbing on my thigh.” he says before turning his attention back to the conversation.
jeno's hands knead your thighs softly, slowly dragging them higher up your inner thigh. your eyebrows furrow as you try harder to concentrate on the book in your hands and not jeno's hands.
his hands leave your thighs quick enough to turn his camera off. "jeno? where did you go?" a female's voice whines leading you to snap your eyes up to jeno's laptop to see a blonde girl pouting her red-stained lips.
jeno chuckles at you. "i'm still here, i just have to do something and i don't need you all seeing what i do in my personal time." is all he states before muting himself.
jeno’s hands return to your thighs, gripping the flesh harder as they travel dangerously closer to your core.
“jeno?” you whisper out. jeno smirks and takes the book from your hands, putting it down with the page you were reading still open.
“baby.” jeno hums, his lips tracing the side of your neck, his tongue peeking through his lips as he reaches your jaw.
he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your lime basil & mandarin perfume. "you always smell so good." he mumbles into your skin.
your friends were all you needed, they were your brothers from another mother they loved to say. but that all went to shit after ricky dragged you to one of his motorbike sprints.
who are you to say no when ricky's opponent claws his way into your inner circle and present himself as your dream man?
biker!chenle x fem!reader
INCLUDES — fluff, crack, bickering between y/n & chenle, smut (eventual), a slow(ish)burn, swearing
AUTHORS NOTE — this is my first time writing a smau, but i'm saur excited !! i’m also VERY bad at spelling lol
STATUS — ongoing
PLAYLIST — spotify
TAGLIST — open !
SCHEDULE - i'll try to post at least once or twice a week, but there's no promises as i'm currently studying and working sigh.
INCLUDES ! — me being delusional over chan yet again (it's been a PHAT minute since i've posted him on here)
AUTHORS NOTE ! — i need to start taking my meds after seeing skz live again recently, they've started creeping back up to my top 3 ult groups now. especially with chan hop, skipping and jumping straight into my top 3 ult biases (he's never been in my top 3 until now), y/n is depicted as a maori (polynesian) afab.
