he’s already breathing hard when you slide your hand down. his moans start soft, but they build with every second, low, needy, unfiltered. he hides his face in your neck like that’ll muffle the sounds, but it doesn’t.
you hear everything. the way his voice trembles, the way he gasps when your thumb brushes the tip, the way he curses under his breath like he’s about to fall apart.
the moment your fingers wrap around him, he moans. no warning, no hesitation, just this guttural sound that escapes his throat like it’s been trapped there forever.
“fuck—”
his hips jerk up, needy, desperate, he’s been waiting all day just to feel you. he can’t stop the sounds that leave him, deep, raw moans that grow louder with every stroke, every squeeze. he’s loud, almost embarrassingly so, but you don’t tell him to quiet down.
“you feel so fucking good,” he breathes, head falling back, lips parted. “please— don’t stop—”
he’s losing it, moaning without shame, the kind of sounds that make your skin burn and your thighs press together. every breath is laced with your name.
“i love it when you touch me like this,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut. “i swear— i can’t think— i just want you.”
you lean in, lips brushing his jaw.
“then let me have you,” you whisper.
and the moan he lets out at that, loud, broken, aching, makes your whole body shiver. he’s so close, so open, so undone for you. all you did was touch him, and he’s already giving you everything.
warnings !!!! : unprotected sex (please don’t) virginity loss, age gap (r is 23, mark is 27), mark is a big MEANIE !!! >:(, reader is a crybaby, size kink if you squint, sadomasochism, praise/degradation, overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia, dirty talk, verbal humiliation, risk of being caught, CNC elements, spitting, mark slapped reader, fingersucking. mean mean mean MEAN mark !!!!!!!!!
The suite was a blur of shadows and the heavy, rhythmic sound of the rain. Mark had you backed against the cold mahogany desk, his large frame acting as a cage. He looked down at you with a mix of amusement and hunger, his suit jacket discarded somewhere on the floor and his sleeves rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. His hands were possessive on your hips, his experienced touch making your breath hitch in ways you couldn’t control. Suddenly, your phone started buzzing on the desk right next to your arm. The screen lit up the dark room, the caller ID flashing: Dad.
You froze, your face flushing a deep crimson. You were twenty—legal, but still his little girl—and the four-year gap between you and Mark suddenly felt like an ocean. Your heart stopped. You reached out to silence it, a bratty huff already forming on your lips.
“I’m not answering that,” you muttered, looking up at Mark with a pout. “He’s just going to tell me to come home.”
Mark’s hand shot out, pinning your wrist to the desk before you could touch the screen. His expression shifted instantly—the teasing smirk vanished, replaced by a strict, authoritative coldness that made you want to burst into tears.
“Pick it up,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The energy he radiated was suffocating; he wasn't asking. Your jaw dropped. You looked at him in total disbelief, your eyes widening.
“What? Mark, no! I’m… we’re literally in the middle of—” “I don't care,” he cut you off, leaning over you, his shadow swallowing you whole. his grip on your waist tightening just enough to let you know he wasn't joking. He was so much bigger than you, looming over you like a predator preying on its prey; his energy made you feel completely powerless.
“Mark, please,” you whispered, your eyes welling up. “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care what you want right now,” he countered, his voice a low, gravelly warning. “I said pick it up, or I’m answering it for you and tell him exactly where you are. Let him hear the silence of this room. Let him wonder why his daughter is breathing so hard. is that what you want?”
The bratty retort died in your throat. You realized he wasn’t bluffing, and you knew him well enough to know that he would do exactly what he said he would. You let out a shaky breath, the disbelief clear on your face. He was actually doing this. With a trembling hand, you swiped ‘accept’ and brought the phone to your ear. Mark whispered, “that’s what I thought.” he didn’t move an inch. In fact, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just over the pulse point of your neck.
“Hello?” you squeaked, your voice trembling.
“Where are you?” your dad’s voice came through, sounding stern. “Your mother expected you to back an hour ago.” Mark’s hand moved from your hips to your throat, not squeezing, but lingering there as a weighted reminder. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear so he could whisper while you spoke.
“Tell him you're busy," Mark hissed in your ear, his voice a low vibration that made your skin prickle. Before you could respond, your father’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp and demanding. “You know the rules. Bring your ass home, Cinderella. I don’t care who you're with.” Mark didn’t flinch at the cold authority on the other end of the line. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hot. He was being a total tease, staying silent but making it impossible for you to focus. You could hear the lyrics of that song echoing in the back of your head— Cinderella, better get your ass home.
“I’m… I’m with a friend, Dad,” you started. Mark chose that exact moment to thrust harder into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. You couldn't help but gasp, nearly letting out a moan; you were quick to muffle the sound with your left hand, hoping it would work and he couldn’t hear how you were braced against the edge of the desk, forced open and having your virginity taken by a man whom he adores and trusts to take care of you.
“I... I can’t yet,” you managed, your voice cracking. “I’m... w-we’re working on a project. I’ll be home in a bit.” Mark chuckled and mouthed “Liar.” while locking his eyes on you, his thrusts still relentless. He was watching you with a cruel smirk now. He reached out, his fingers brushing yours as he smoothly took the phone from your hand. Instead of hanging up, he leaned back just enough to look you in the eye, his rhythm never faltering—deep, rhythmic thrusts that made your breath hitch in a way you prayed your father couldn't hear. he held the phone to his own ear, his expression shifting instantly from predatory to polite.
“Hey, sir, it’s Mark,” he said, his voice dropping into that reliable, steady tone your father trusted. He leaned in close, his free hand sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him. You watched him through a haze of shock, your eyes widening as you heard the muffled authority of your father’s voice on the other end.
“Oh? Stay the night?” Mark’s smirk widened, cruel and triumphant, even as his hips continued to ruthlessly rearrange your insides. “yeah, sure... I don't mind her staying at my place at all. It's probably safer than her driving home this late anyway.”
The betrayal stung—your father had known Mark for years, trusted him like a son, and was now handing you to the wolf, thinking he was keeping you safe.
“I’ll make sure she’s taken care of, sir. You know she’s in good hands with me," Mark promised, the lie dripping off his tongue while his body told a completely different story. “I’ll get her home first thing in the morning. Goodnight."
The moment the line went dead, the “good guy” facade evaporated. He tossed the phone aside and leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.
“Now,” Mark said, his voice dropping into that low, gritty register as he pulled you off the desk and up to your feet. He didn't let go of your arms, his grip firm enough to remind you exactly who was in control as he guided you to the sofa. “Your dad thinks he’s being protective, letting you stay here tonight. He thinks you’re in 'good hands.'”
He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered the truth that made your blood run cold. “But he doesn’t realize he just handed you over. In this house, you don’t belong to him anymore. You belong to me."
He didn't waste time with gentleness. He spun you around, shoving you facedown onto the cold leather of the sofa. The sudden shock of the freezing material against your front, contrasted with the scorching heat of his body pressing into your back, made you gasp.
He didn't let the distance last for more than a second, immediately crowding over you to reclaim the space he’d just left. His heavy frame pinned you into the cushions before you could even think about crawling away. You could feel the cool slide of the leather beneath you as he forced his way back between your thighs, his presence even more suffocating than before.
“Please, Mark,” she sobbed, the first tears leaking out and soaking into the leather.
“I love it when you cry,” he whispered, leaning down to lick a stray tear from her temple. “it makes you look as ruined as you’re about to be.”
He didn’t need to prepare; he was already slick with the evidence of what he’d been doing to you on the desk. His hands, once polite enough to shake your father’s, now dug into your hips with a bruising finality as he angled you against the leather. There was no hesitation as he guided himself back to your entrance—only the sharp, wet sound of him sliding back in, deeper and more forceful than before.
The risk of it all—the lack of protection, the terrifying proximity of your father’s trust—wasn't a mistake. It was the claim. He was marking you from the inside out, he was making sure that when you finally went home tomorrow, you’d be carrying the weight of exactly how he’d 'taken care' of you all night."
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, the words vibrating against your skin, thick with a mix of hunger and disdain. “Have you even touched yourself? Or were you waiting for me to do that, too?” every word he spoke, he hammered into you with a brutal, rhythmic finality that broke you. You let out a jagged sob, your tears soaking into the leather as the sheer weight of him and the situation became too much to bear.
When the only sound you could make was a broken, wordless gasp, Mark’s patience snapped. He reached around, his fingers hooking under your jaw to pull your head back until your eyes met his. forcing you to look at him over your shoulder. He loomed over you, The polite mask he’d used for your father was long gone, his expression now dark and predatory as he took in your flushed face and the way you were trembling under his weight. He let out a dark, low chuckle, almost cooing at how pathetic you looked—broken and small beneath him.
“Don’t go dumb on me just yet, baby," he rasped, his thumb digging into your lip to catch a stray tear. “I asked you a question, so you better fucking answer it like a good girl. Yeah?”
“I... I don’t know,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heart hammering in your chest. “Pathetic,” he murmured, but there was no pity in his voice—only a dark, mounting hunger. Instead of pulling away, he bottomed out, driving into you with a sudden, bruising force that made you arch your back and gasp for air. It wasn't the rhythmic flow from before; it was even sharper now, a deep, stretching ache that felt like he was reclaiming every inch of you. There was no more rhythm, only the overwhelming presence of him filling you completely. He stayed buried there for a moment, letting the sheer weight of his presence sink in while his fingers dug into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white.
Then, he abruptly released the grip he had on your jaw. The sudden loss of his touch made you want to look away, but he didn't give you the chance.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, unyielding tone that left no room for defiance, as he forced you to look right back at him. You tried to blink through the tears, but his eyes pinned you just as effectively as his weight. “Keep your eyes on mine while I do this, yeah? I want to see you realize that you aren’t going anywhere.”
You gave a small, shaky nod, desperate to satisfy him, you tried to comply, but your head twisted instinctively toward the cushions, another sob racking your frame. Mark didn’t hesitate; he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your cheek. It wasn't enough to cause real harm, but the shock of it made you gasp, your internal muscles clenching around him in a desperate, unintended grip.
Instead of pulling back, Mark let out a dark, breathless chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a cocky smirk twisting his lips as he felt you pulse rhythmically around him.
“Oh? Look at you,” he cooed, his voice dripping with a cruel, direct heat. “You’re a little slut, aren't you? Your dad thinks you’re his perfect little princess, but here you are, gripping me like you can't get enough. Is that it, baby? You love being treated like a whore?”
He didn’t wait for your sobbed denial. “That’s it,” he hissed, his hips snapping forward as he began a punishing, relentless pace. “Feel that? That’s me taking what your father thinks is his. You’re not a princess tonight. You’re just my sweet, greedy girl, getting used exactly how you like it.”
He began to thrust, a brutal, relentless rhythm that pushed her face further into the cushions. The sound of their bodies meeting—a wet, rhythmic squelch—filled the air. Each time he withdrew, the suction made a shlicking sound that made her toes curl in shame and pleasure.
"You like being treated like this, don't you?" Mark asked, his breath coming in ragged bursts. "You like that I don't care about your feelings. You like that I’m mean."
"Yes," you choked out, the word a confession that seemed to tear itself from your throat.Hearing you finally admit it sent a surge of heat through him. You were a total, stuttering mess beneath him now, your body arching and trembling as you hit the brink.
“M-Mark, p-please... I’m so close,” you sobbed, your hands clutching at the leather of the sofa. “I’m c-coming... please, just—”
But Mark didn't give you the satisfaction. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, he abruptly pulled out. The sudden, cold void he left behind made you let out a whimper of pure frustration.
Mark stood over you for a second, his arms crossing over his chest as he loomed oger you. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his eyes scanning your trembling form with a cold, analytical heat. “Sit up,” he commanded.
Your breath hitched as the command hit you, cold and absolute. Despite the agonizing throb between your thighs and the way your muscles screamed in protest, you forced yourself to move. Every inch of your body felt heavy, ruined by his touch, but you dragged yourself into a sitting position, your hands trembling against the sheets as you fought to keep your balance.
Mark watched your struggle with a dark, clinical satisfaction before sinking onto the sofa. He sat back, his legs spread wide, his thick, heavy length already standing tall and demanding. He looked pristine, while you were a mess of flushed skin and exhaustion. You just stared at him, your eyes glazed and brimming with tears.
A slow, cruel smirk pulled at his mouth. “Cute,” he murmured, the word sounding like a taunt. He leaned back and patted his bare lap. “Get over here. Ride me.”
A jolt of pure shock went through you. You were already so raw, the thought of having to do the work yourself felt like an impossible torture. You looked at him, pleading, hoping he’d just pull you down and take over. “M-Mark… please,” you whimpered, your voice cracking. “I’m so sore... you do it… please just take me…”
Mark remained unmoved by your whining. He didn’t say a word. He didn't move a muscle. He just leaned his head back against the sofa and leveled you with a look so cold, so unyielding, that the air left your lungs. He simply arched an eyebrow, waiting, making it clear he wouldn't lift a finger to help.
Realizing there was no mercy coming, you felt a fresh wave of despair. “But Markie… I’m so sore… please,” you sobbed, your hands trembling as they rested on his bare thighs. You were looking for a mercy that wasn't coming, your eyes wide with the disbelief that he’d expect you to do the work in this state.
“I didn't ask how you felt,” he snapped, his voice like a whip. He grabbed your waist with bruising force and hauled you up until you were hovering over his thick, waiting length. “I told you to get moving. Now sink down on my cock and take it, or I’ll make sure you’re too wrecked to walk for a week.”
You had no choice. With a shaky, pained gasp, you guided him in, sobbing as you slowly sank down onto him. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching your already sensitive, swollen walls. Every inch deeper was a struggle, but Mark just watched you with that cold, analytical heat, offering no comfort.
Barely five minutes in, your muscles gave out. Your legs were shaking so violently you could barely keep your rhythm, and the friction was pushing you past your limit. Tears streamed down your face, hot and fast, and you collapsed forward, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, your breath coming in ragged, broken hitches. “Please... I can’t... Mark, please,” you begged against his skin, your voice a ruined mess. Mark didn’t hug you back. Instead, he wound his fingers into your hair and yanked your head back, forcing your tear-stained face up so he could look down at you.
“Don’t pass out on me, baby,” he chuckled, the sound dark and devoid of any real warmth. He shoved his thumb back into your mouth, forcing you to gag on it while you continued to cry, smearing your own drool across your cheeks. “We’re just getting started. You’re going to stay awake and feel every bit of this. Now, start moving again, or I’ll slap that pretty face red.”
You nodded frantically through your tears, your mind a haze of pain and desperate obedience as you tried to find the strength to lift your heavy hips once more. You were a mess—ruined and worn out by him—and he loved every bit of it.
“You heard the man, Cinderella,” he growled, a dark, breathless chuckle vibrating against your skin. “He thinks you're in good hands; he wants me to take care of you... and I'm doing exactly that. Now, if you even break one of my rules, don’t forget we have the whole night to ourselves, and trust me, I don’t mind spending every second of my sweet time teaching you. By the time I’m done, you won't even remember how to be that ‘good girl’ your daddy's so proud of. I’m gonna break you down until you’re nothing but my sweet, breathless little pet—someone who only knows how to look at me.”
At the word "pet," your heart gives a violent, sickening lurch. You try to swallow, but your throat is bone-dry, a tiny, fractured whimper escaping your lips before you can stop it. You feel small—utterly microscopic—under the weight of his gaze, your pulse thrumming frantically against the hand he has wrapped around you.
Mark leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as his voice drops to a lethal, airy whisper. “Your dad really has no clue, does he? He trusts me so much... he’d never even dream of what I’m about to do to his precious, innocent daughter. I’m gonna go so deep I’ll literally rearrange you, stretching you out until you’re screaming my name and begging for more. And just when you think you’ve finally caught your first breath, I’m going to push you even further. By the time this night is over, you won’t even recognize the person you were before. I can't wait to see his face at dawn when I drop you back on his porch—shaking, limping, and covered in my marks—he won’t even recognize you. Every time you look at me after tonight, all you’ll ever feel is how I owned you from the inside out.”
The mention of your father made you sob uncontrollably. The truth hit you harder than any blow could—you were his now, trapped in a nightmare with no way out until he was done with you.
If only he knew. If only your father realized that the man he trusted to protect his daughter was the very one currently ruining her.
description. you are the only one in the family that hasn't settled down yet, all of them seems persistent to let you settle down, especially your mom. but you convince yourself that you are content with your work and your time for yourself. but are you really? and so, you decided to take a man only for the holidays.
content. pretend boyfriend Mark, johnny as yn's brother, angst, fluff and smut. kinda slowburn i think, oral (f receiving), dry humping, unprotected sex
words. 9k
author's note. helloooo, :3 oh my gosh, this took so long but here it is, finally! feedbacks and comments are appreciated <3 enjoy reading and happy valentine's day!
I. Winter Loner
You took a long puff of your cigarette, already nearing the front porch of your parents' house. With your other hand holding a bag full of presents, it's gonna be a long night with you and the kids on their table.
Throwing the cigar to the ground, you took a mint, taking into mind that you reek of smoke. A smile is plastered on your face as you reach the door and opens it.
"Merry Christmas!" A joyful you appeared, and your Mother frowned. "Alone again in the holidays? Why don't you just take Jay as a partner?"
Wow. What an intro. You thought. "I'm not interested, Mom." Your aunt approaches, "Hey, single! Happy Christmas!" Rolling your eyes at her remarks.
Why does everybody wants you to settle down? Damn it.
Your Mother helps you take off your jacket, and her sniffing the fabric comes along. "Have you been smoking?" She states, hanging your jacket.
"No, Mom. I have not."
"You do know that no one wants a smoker and a liar, right?" She nonchalantly says, following you to the dining area. You replied with, "No one doesn't want an in-laws who's too nosy, right, Mom?"
Smiling at your nephews, you crouched down to hug them. Your cousin steps in, "Hey, Y/N! How have you been?" She was carrying another infant in her arms.
"I'm always well. How are you?" You took a ginger bread cookie and eats it. "Yeah, I'm great! The kids missed their Auntie Y/N."
Of course they miss you, you're the one with the presents after all. You stand in front of the people opening their gifts, yours came with another set of pajamas that wasn't your size, as per usual. You're gonna sit in the kids table just as you did last christmas.
II. Heart's Day
It was dreading. Your patience were wearing thin and the office walls wasn't much of a help.
Red and pink hearts everywhere. Like fucking everywhere. People are all smiley and some forlorn souls are probably in their own work too, or apartments, drowning themselves, alone.
"Good morning, Y/N!" Ryujin enters your office, a red balloon in her hand.
"No. Don't even think about it."
"This isn't for you, duh," She rolls her eyes and she approaches on your table, "My boyfriend had this really cute guy friend and single, he's down for anything so-"
"No, Ryujin."
"Why don't we do a blind date? They're ready and so are we, we're getting off early so we're having--"
She cheerfully says everything she wants and you massaged your temple, to prevent yourself from having headache with all of what she's saying.
"Come on! It'll be fun! I'm so done with you watching Pride and Prejudice all over again on Valentine's day, or Bridget Diary or something."
"It's worth it."
"I know it is. Jane Austen, yeah, clearly your author is quite lovely and no man deserves her. But," she trails off, eyes amused. "You're not Jane so you're coming with me. You deserve to get dicked down."
"Don't do Jane Austen like that!" You yell as she turns back at you, only waving her hand.
Great. Just great.
You're in a restaurant full of people who are in love. Or are they really? You rolled your eyes as the third proposal comes in your line of sight for the night. Your view of the outside is immaculate, you can almost puke while the man kneels down.
"Where is he, Haechan?" Ryujin whispered at her boyfriend, gritting her teeth.
"He's already in the premises. Let's just wait, okay? Calm down, babe."
A guy shows up in his ripped jeans and white crisp shirt underneath his leather jacket, he was sweaty. He looked like he ran a mile just to show up here. His undercut hairstyle with his black hair complimented his entire face.
"Mark! Thank God," Haechan, Ryujin's boyfriend says as he stands up and intoduces both of you to each other.
"Y/N, this is Mark Lee, and Mark this is Y/N."
You almost rolled your eyes at Haechan, and looked at the guy in front of you catching his breath. Mark.
"Yeah. I heard you, man." Mark says as he exhales and stretches his hand, "Nice to meet you."
You looked at his hand and back to his eyes, "You too," Firmly shaking hands before all of you got seated.
The couple beside you naturally made conversation and you eventually started the first course.
"Why were you late?" Haechan asked casually.
"Taeyong got drunk."
"This early? Nasty."
Ryujin face palms as you smile at what you heard, "My friend here is single." She announces abruptly, making you almost choke on what you're eating.
"Hey!"
"Just saying."
Something clicks in Haechan's brain as he says his words, "He's an IT Professional. Y/N here is in Communications, right?"
His girlfriend nods, "Yup. Team Manager."
You wiped the side of your lips as you raised your hand, "Wait, stop."
They all waited, and Mark Lee looks at you with enthusiasm. A ghost of smile is on his lips.
"I can take care of my introduction, okay?" You looked at Mark who was lifting the side of his lips for a smile now and you continue, "We can take care of that, right?"
He nods, and agrees. "Yup."
After making eye contacts, you all burst in laughter, making the atmosphere light and comfortable as you proceed to the next course of meal.
"The moment I saw Haechan inside our dorm, damn, I think I could kill." Mark says as you laugh, amused.
"You all would never get through all of that without me." Haechan says, a smug look on his face.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, man."
You laugh again, and when you turned to look at Ryujin, she smiles. Stories after stories, the four of you dined gleefully. Never coming in mind that tonight is valentine's day. It was like a comfortable set up for a friend group of four. The night ended with you and Mark exchanging numbers.
"Thanks for tonight." He says, his hands in his pocket.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you around." You smiled at Mark as he waves and turns his back at you to walk to another direction. Mark even said his house is just blocks away, and he had something to do so walking back was the best for him. He didn't need a ride, he says after you offered him a ride.
Arriving at your home, your phone buzzed.
unknown number: hey it's mark
unknown number: did you get home safe?
you: hey mark
you: yep, did you?
mark lee: yep, have a goodnight!
you: thanks, you too
"If you still don't have any boyfriend, I'll tell Jay to come over." She says on the other line. Another phone call from your mom will drive you fucking insane.
You groan in frustration, "Mom!"
"What?! You're not getting any younger, and we're gonna die soon and see you what? Alone?"
"Don't say that! Just leave my love life alone."
The line was confusingly silent for you, and when you decided to speak, she beats you up to that first. Your mother calmly talks, "So you have a lovelife?"
You huff an air, ready to disagree.
"Oh my! I am so happy. Bring him home for our reunion, okay?"
"Mom, no-" The call drops making you bury your face in the pillow, screaming into it.
"You look stressed." Ryujin points out, "How is it going with Mark?"
You were just staring at your screen for what felt like a good hour when you heard what your friend said.
And then it hit you. Mark.
"We exchanged a few texts, that's all." You say a little too nonchalant for your friend, and she can only nod, continuing to scan her tablet for work.
You have an idea. Where it fact, it is crazy. But what else could you even do? The underlying meaning of you doing this... is what you don't want to talk about. You were contemplating to do it. But Mark gave you such an impression. He was someone who could give you a favor, he was cool with everything.
So with all your will and luck, later that day, you decided to hit him up. You didn't expect he would respond that fast, though.
4:12 pm
you: hey mark! how have you been?
4:15
mark lee: thought you'd never ask
mark lee: i'm good, you?
4:16
you: yeah, can i see you?
4:16
4:17
Perhaps you were too straightforward? Or is he busy? Or he doesn't like you? Minutes passed by painfully slow, anxiety bubbling in your stomach, ready to text him again.
4:18
4:19
4:20
That's it, you weren't getting a reply. Might as well suffer because your mom will pester you for as long as it is.
ding! your phone rings for a message notification.
4:20
mark lee: yea, i'll wait outside your building at 5
You covered your mouth as you let out a shriek. Oh my fucking gosh, you were getting out of your mom's hold! You spent the whole afternoon signing some papers and doing the necessary communication to your clients before the holidays. Also distracting yourself for the fact that you're gonna ask Mark a ridiculous idea later.
Spotting Mark Lee outside your work building in his hoodie and grey sweatpants as he casually leaned on his car.
"Hey." He greets you, smiling.
You smiled at him awkwardly, "Hi."
Damn it. Now is not the time to be nervous.
Mark is cool, he wouldn't get mad. He wouldn't get weirded out. He has a great personality, and he is comfortable to be with so it'll be easy to convince him, and tell him.
You've been trying to calm yourself down, that he'll probably understand.. and there's not turning back now.
You are inside a cafe, completely both seated down. But you were still organizing your thoughts and he noticed it. Mark was only waiting for you to say something.
"Are you alright? I didn't want to ask but," He scratches his head, "why did you asked to see me?"
Explaining all to him was easy after you took a breath and calmed your nerves and as you finished talking, you looked at him. Your last sentence, lingering on his mind.
"Please be my boyfriend on holidays."
"You want me, to be there for you on holidays?" Mark emphasizes and you nod enthusiastically.
"To be your boyfriend, on holidays?" He says again, you painfully shut your eyes at hearing him and you nodded, again.
"Look, I know all of this sounds crazy but I know you have a good personality and-"
"Well, that's one way to put it."
You pursed your lips as you look at him, his eyes has a certain gleam of playfulness.
Then after some time, he nods. "Alright! When do I start?" Mark says as he agrees cooly, and your jaw slightly slack at his opmistic nature.
III. Family Gathering (Reunion)
Briefing Mark Lee was one of the easiest thing you've done in your whole life. He was even better at receiving it than the team you manage at work.
"You didn't need to bring anything!" You told him.
He cocks his head to the side, "I wouldn't want to give a bad impression by going empty handed."
Mark Lee was nice enough. Surely, he was too nice for you.
The venue for the reunion was your ancestral house, it was an hour ride from the city. Away from the polluted and noisy streets of Seoul.
Arriving at the event is one thing, and you both sure did make an entrance.
Your mother leaps with joy as she sees you and Mark on the threshold. As if any moment, she could cry because someone finally had the guts to pursue her daughter.
"Hello, welcome!"
Mark bowed a bit, "Hello, ma'am. I'm Mark Lee. I'm sorry if it took too long for me to visit."
She only giggles this time, "Oh! It's alright. You can have all the time in the world. You're both grown-ups and so you have priorities."
Mark handed the bag that he brought, "It's lasagna, ma'am."
"You can call me Mom, okay? Thank you for this!"
And as if you disappeared in their sight and all they see is your "boyfriend".
"Give Mark a break, Mom. Please." You plead as you arrange the plates on the long table.
"I'm not doing anything!" She says cheerfully, noticing the genuine joy in her face.
Your family met Mark, they looked happier as ever for you. And Mark... well, he was too good. He was naturally a good person, so everyone around him adores him.
Sadly, Mark was just for the holidays.
IV. Halloween
Yeah. It's fucking stupid, you think. That your family is celebrating by Halloween during October--or November in All Souls Day. Yeah, what the fuck.
You rest your head on your table, groaning at the thought of contacting Mark again. But you've been keeping in touch, joking about the next holidays that he'll be your boyfriend.
"What's up?"
"I have to go home for Halloween."
Ryujin perks up, "Oh, that's nice! It'll be fun!"
Fun? You guess.
"You want me to bring a costume?" Mark says on the other line. You're calling him for a reason, which you already know.
"No, please. I don't wanna play dress up with them."
He laughs heartily, "Come on, Y/N! It will be fun. I think you'll look good as MJ."
Your face contorts, "MJ?"
"Yeah, Spider-man's partner."
"You'll be spider-man?" I say, chuckling on the phone call as he also laughs, "Hey! Why not? I look good in a spider-man suit."
Laughing at his remarks, "Okay, genius. I'll see to it."
V. Christmas
It's the most wonderful time of the year. As what the song goes. Not for you, and for every people who are drenched in work.
"It's freezing outside!" Yeji, a newcomer was saying as she clutches her furcoat. Fancy.
"Yeah, and it's slippery. Goddamn, beautiful season but disastrous as well." You say as you shook your head. You're all thankful the heater stayed intact in your office.
"Aren't you going home for Christmas?" Ryujin unconsciously asks.
"I want to. The ice just wouldn't let me. I heard it will get crazy the next days."
She sighs, "Right. But miracles do happen on Christmas so we'll never know."
Positivity at its finest.
Maybe Ryujin was right. Miracles do happen, because on the day of the Christmas, there was snow, but the roads were clear. Wasn't frozen either, it was just...beautiful.
You were packing your things for a good 1 night and 2 day stay in your hometown. It was always a habit. And you forgot that you ought to bring a boyfriend, but it was impossible of course. Mark surely has his family with him, you won't contact him for some useless act that he won't even benefit from.
"Y/N?" Mark would know your address by now, of course.
But you were there, frozen as you look at him while holding the handle of your luggage.
"Uh, hello?" He waves his hand awkwardly.
It took you a while before blinking and looking at him with a confused face, "Mark."
"Yeah, it's me. Thought you got amnesia or something." He says as he scratches the back of his head.
"Okay, funny." You paused, observing him. "Why are you here?"
"It's...Christmas? The holidays?" God, in his mind, Mark thinks he sounds pathetic for keeping the petty deal you both had.
"Oh," Tilting your head, you looked at him still confused and processing the situation. "I'm sorry but don't you have a family to go to?"
He looked flustered, "If you don't want--"
"No!--That's not what I meant. I obviously didn't contact you because I thought you were busy? And spending time with your family? Or anything!" You fumble with your words as he assess what you just said.
"Oh," Mark just nods, "Flights are cancelled. It's freezing in Canada so,"
"Oh."
"Yeah."
You both were silent for a little while, then you suggested. "Great! We can spend Christmas on my hometown. Did you bring some clothes with you?"
"No, I just bought you some gift...?"
"Well? Give that to me when we arrive! Hop in, let's stop by your place and get you some clothes."
Mark's smile widens and he obliges, getting inside your car. He did what he had to do, get some clothes for your stay.
"We're not bringing my car but I can drive yours." He says nicely.
"I'll drive then when we're in my neighborhood, we switch."
Mark laughs and agrees, "Alright."
The ride away from the city was comfortable. Last year when you were a winter loner, it was cold being alone in the car. Now, it's warm. Not overwhelming, just warm. You love that sensation.
And as per usual, you and Mark always engage in good talk. There's no awkward silence, but if there is silence, it was comfortable.
Mark was the one driving when he parked your car in front of your parent's house, your house, your childhood home.
You and Mark got out, he quickly opened the trunk and he was the one who's holding your luggage and his duffel bag stuffed with clothes.
"Y/N!" Johnny approaches, your older brother.
"Yo!"
Johnny hugs you and his eyes drifts on Mark, "You're both still at it, huh?"
"Hell yeah." Mark replies cooly as they bro-hugged.
"Well, come on in."
Johnny and Mark had known each other since the first time you brought Mark to your family gathering. They clicked, of course.
"Where's your wife?" You asked your older brother out of curiousity.
"Oh, she's arriving tomorrow. The weather's bad she's got no choice."
You stepped inside your home, and memories of you running down the stairs, even tripping made you smile. Now this was warming your heart.
Your Mom enters, "There they are! Honey, come and see Mark and Y/N!" She says a little too happy while calling your Dad out.
And per usual, Mark is good with everything. Handling your parents with discretion and humor.
"I had your room cleaned so that Mark can comfortably stay with you."
Alright...maybe your Mom was too obvious on getting you married or she's just open.
"Where's your room, baby?" Mark says casually as you almost stumble on the stairs, "Here."
The third room from the hall of rooms was yours. Opening it, you gasped at how your room was still the same way you left.
It's been years...
"Are you crying?"
"No."
Mark giggles, "It's okay. Nostalgia, huh?"
He enters your room and places your luggage in the corner while he puts his bag above it.
"Why'd you bring so much clothes though?" Mark casually trails his eyes over your room, it was neat, it had a hint of wood furniture and comfortable. He was way too comfortable when he decides to sit on your bed, his legs spreading while he leans back.
"Inside the luggage are gifts, and some pajamas."
"Oh, wow. Genius."
You laughed at his reply, "Whatever. Let's head down and help them with dinner."
You and Mark were chatting while going down the stairs, not noticing the small commotion in your living room.
You looked at the people who was there. Your eyes roamed around and you see familiar faces. Your childhood friends!
"Minjeong!" You ran to your friend, feeling emotional while you hug her.
"Of course, Minjeong's the winner." Jake groans. "Why are we betting on it, anyway?"
"Shut up, Jake. She hasn't seen me yet."
"That makes you a loser, Jay."
You open your eyes and see Jay and Jake behind Minjeong, you shriek. "Oh my gosh!"
You embraced them both with your arms and pats them, "Nah, we're even. She hugged us both." Jay says with a laugh.
"How did you know?" Breaking the hug and looking at the three of them, Minjeong decided to answer.
"Well, you come home every christmas!"
"But you weren't here when I was home,"
"Yeah. Jake always comes home but me and Jay are quite busy."
You nodded and you noticed their gaze shifted behind you, "Oh, my boyfriend."
Mark goes beside you with a smile on his face, "I'm Mark. Nice to meet you guys."
"Oh, damn. Hey." Jake says cooly as he shakes hand with Mark and Minjeong does the same.
Jay was the last to shook hands firmly with Mark. He looked quite serious, but Jay's always been that way, Mark was also staring him down, a grin on his face.
"Let's have dinner!"
It was quite a feast, indeed. Laughters after stories, reminiscing your childhood and even the most embarrassing memories you all had was brought up.
"So how long have they been seeing each other, Mom?"
It was too smooth for Jay to chime that in the conversation, his voice is relaxed. Your friends calls your Mom their mom, as you do for their mothers too.
"Oh, how long has it been sweetheart?" Your Mom looks at you, a genuine smile in her face.
"Almost a year."
Mark's arm was on your chair, he was softly caressing your shoulder while you answer the question.
"Gosh, I just thought she hates being in a relationship or men in general." Minjeong says as everyone laughs, Jay's eyes stays on you as another topic was then opened.
You would not want to assume but Mark has been touchy all night, reassuringly. That he was telling you he exists and he's there for you. Which wasn't new but it was extra fluttering with his arms around you.
Johnny calls over everyone from the outside, "The kids are sleeping so they can wake up at midnight, but I already fired up the bonfire so go on."
After you placed the canned beers and the chips, you saw them already sitting down.
You headed towards Mark, preparing to sit down beside him but he holds your wrist and he opens his legs creating a space to sit in between, "Come here,"
He wasn't the Mark who's awkward, he was gentle and he has a brand new confidence inside of him as he says the words, "Only if you want to."
"Okay," You utter as you sit in between his legs, his arms casually wrapping on your waist.
"Come on!" Jake groans as he sees the two of you and Minjeong laughs, "You wouldn't know love, Jake. You wouldn't know."
Jay's scoff can be heard as he masks it with a fake laughter, "He wouldn't fucking know."
Minutes later and you were leaning comfortably with Mark as he also converses with your friends.
Mark got up for a while, leaving you on the seat while your stomach hurts from laughing when Jay approaches you.
"Hey, can we talk?"
"Sure, Jay."
"Jay, Jake and Minjeong my dear, come here and bring this home!"
The two of your friends quickly got up from request of your mother. Even though your friends probably has a dinner on their own home, your Mom still packed something for them.
"I'll catch up!" Jay says before turning to you.
"What's up? How have you been?" You start, smiling as you look at him.
"Not him, Y/N." He says, a little too serious and straightforward for you.
Your brows meeting in confusion, "You mean not Mark? Why not?"
"Just not him, please. I'm worried about you, and this new guy of yours, I'm not taking it."
You process his words and your faces turns mellow, "Oh, Jay.. I know you're worried about me," You placed your hand on his arm, "But we're not kids anymore, okay? I can handle myself."
Jay can only sigh as he ruffles your hair, "Come here, I missed you."
You smiled as you hugged him tightly. How sweet of your friends.
"Hey! Is there a group hug that we're excluded?" You laugh again at Jake's words as they ran and hugged you. You bid goodbye to them and each one of you promised to see each other when you're back in the city.
"Mom where's Mark?" You ask as soon as you got back inside your house, she points at the backyard where the bonfire is.
"Hey."
He was pretty occupied when you got there and when he saw you, he gives you a soft smile. "Hey."
You sat down beside him. And...the silence was now deafening. Your heart was beating fast, for what reason? You don't know.
"Merry Christmas, Y/N." Mark says as he looks at you.
You smiled too and let out, "Merry Christmas, Mark."
"Are you sure you're good on the floor?"
"Yeah, no shit though I love the mattress." He says with a laugh.
The night ended and the exhaustion brought you to sleep while Mark was the opposite, he was still awake, with his thoughts clouding him. Was he really just for holidays?
You woke up with the noise from downstairs, Johnny's kids, of course. You looked at where Mark slept. It was now rolled neatly. He must've been early.
You rushed downstairs just to see Mark playing with your nieces.
The way your heart was beating faster because of how you rushed, and now it feels like your heart has stopped, seeing him happily carrying the child.
"She's whipped." Johnny points out as you break from staring at Mark, he also throws a glance at you.
"Shut up. I thought Mom made him help so I rushed."
"Too late, princess. Mom already did that."
You prepared yourself for leaving. You'll have lunch with your family and you and Mark will be going back to the city.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay." Mark says kindly.
"Of course! It's you, my dear."
"I'll contact you!" You say as you hopped in the passenger's seat.
Mark was now driving back to the city, a rush of cold wind made you shiver. He notices it and increases the volume of the heater.
You dozed off the whole ride, only waking up as you arrived at your house. Mark pulls up and gets out of the car, getting your luggage and his bag on your trunk.
Getting out and looking at Mark's car in your front.
Mark seems hesitant, but then he brushes it off as he looks at you. Seemingly bright.
"Thanks, Y/N. Your family's great."
You smiled, "Thank you, Mark! You were great too. Drive home safely!"
He nods, tearing his eyes off you as he gets in his car, maneuvering it. He beeps and he drives on his way.
Leaving you quite empty and the sinking feeling, that you can't even name.
VI. Happy (?) New Year
You couldn't go home on all of the New Years, but you tried. But now, you have to settle for a celebration in the city. It was the most anticipated part of the year, where it's ending, marking another start of something new.
You indeed met up with your friends in the city. You and Jay are sitting together while Jake and Minjeong are in front of you. In a restaurant.
"The fireworks are crazy." Minjeong comments as she chews her food.
"Don't talk when your mouth is full." Jay says, earning a laugh from you.
"Why didn't you bring Mark though? He was fun to be around." Jake says this time.
"He's busy, plus I should cut him some slack. We've always been together."
Jay hums and his eyes are in another direction, "Busy, huh?"
You looked at what Jay was looking at.
Mark was there with his friends, and he was looking in your direction too. You and Mark didn't stayed in touch after Christmas. You both were busy adults and you felt that you acted right.
"You broke up, did you?" Jay talks now, his tone harsh.
"No." You firmly said.
"Jay, leave them alone. It's their relationship." Minjeong says too, glaring at Jay now. The dinner got along rusty, Jake tried to lighten up the mood. You know Jay's just concerned and you understand.
While Mark was all in his thoughts. After having Christmas with you, there was no way he could not realize what he was feeling.
He likes you.
His affection for you did not changed even though you and Jay looked good under that moonlight together that night.
You approached him because you wanted someone only for holidays. That means you don't want anyone. Because damn, you could easily find someone to have with you but you didn't.
You chose him, and he would fuck it up if he confesses. And if he would, he can't spend his holidays with you just because he confessed and made it awkward. And so he concealed his feelings, staying true to your offer, to be your boyfried, ONLY on holidays.
But Mark thinks you found someone you would bring home not only for holidays, when he saw you now in the restaurant.
"That's her, right?" Jeno asks Mark sheepishly as he nudges his shoulder.
"Shut up." Mark only says as he drinks on his wine.
He couldn't do anything about it either. It was over. Just like that.
The streets were crowded. They were waiting for the fireworks to blow off. It would be beautiful, they said. You and your friends parted outside the restaurant. They might have someone to watch with, or someone to go home to or to simply just celebrate in their own way.
Looking at your wrist watch, 11:45 PM.
A bunch of loud men were behind you, you rolled your eyes at how annoying and loud they were. Crossing your arms, you waited for the time to pass.
"What the-?" You almost cursed when someone bumped on your back, only to turn around and see Mark Lee.
"Sorry." He apologized immediately, the smile in his face disappearing from his interaction with his friends.
"No, it's alright. We haven't gotten in touch. How have you been?"
"Fucking miserable." One of the guys from Mark's back said.
"Man, what? Stop." Mark says as he looks back to his friends who only has playful smiles on their face.
"Aren't you the girlfriend?" The blonde haired guy with dimples said.
Oh. Do...they know?
"Mark didn't tell you?" You played it safe, responding like that.
"Ah," The latter says, fixing a puzzle piece. "You said you haven't gotten in touch so ya'll broke up or something?"
Mark looked shy, or embarassed, that's why he gently asks you if you both could get away for a moment.
"I'm sorry for my friends, they're nosy."
"They look fun." You say cheerfully.
"Yeah, they do."
"I'll drag them out of your sight so you can go back and watch the fireworks peacefully," Mark says with a chuckle.
"I don't mind watching it together."
The noise in the background seemed like a blur as seconds of silence passed. Mark looks at you with a hint of emotion in his eyes, or were you just mistaken?
"Would be nice but we have to go. Stay safe though," He says cooly, brushing it off and starts to walk back to his friends direction, only for a couple of them to look at you and walked away from where you where standing earlier.
Is it just you or that kind of Mark was new to you? Is he finally seeing how absurd the holidays were?
A cracker exploded, followed by the next kind of fireworks. And you look at the sky.
Happy New Year.
VII. Heart's Day II
You wouldn't want to over analyze it but February last year was the first time you met Mark Lee, through the dinner with Ryu and Haechan.
One year.
That was fast.
Even though it was just for the holidays, you thought you knew him truly.
"Y/N! Great news. Some of Haechan's friends, or his older brother's friends hosted a party!"
Here we go again.
"I'd have to say no, Ryujin."
She notices the tone in your voice and so she lowers her head with a pout in her lips, "Alright. But call me whenever you change your mind."
Haechan's friends.
Haechan's friends.
Mark?
"Actually," You trailed over, "I'm in."
You didn't know why you agreed though. But one thing is for sure, you want to see Mark.
Any sane fucking reason would drive you insane on why you want to see him but yeah, you want to. With a cropped shirt and a skirt, you walked together with Ryujin.
"You look so cute!" She squeaks as she looks at you.
Haechan leads the both of you inside the vast house. You guess that the parties are frequent since the house is capable of that.
You looked around, some of them are familiar. You wondered where you saw them, but then again everyone looks familiar in the city.
Haechan greets them as Ryujin jokes with them, then she turns to you for introduction.
"This is my co-worker, my friend too. Y/N."
Some of them greets you pleasantly, the others were just plain nods and smiles.
Where is Mark?
Someone noticed how your eyes roamed and search for something and then the black-haird guy uttered, "You looking for Mark? He's in the kitchen, there." He points it out too.
You were going to say you weren't but that would be weird since you're sure you met the guys, the girls were just chill and singing, even starting an argument with Haechan.
You approach into the direction of where the guy pointed, you can hear voices from then.
"Mark, just one, please."
"Later. I'll give it to you, hmm?"
It was all too late when you marched in the kitchen to see a girl leaning on the counter while Mark looks like she was caging her.
Mark's eyes shifted to you. A rush of blood in his veins, he was surprised to his core, but his face says otherwise. He looked calm yet somehow familiar to you.
You were quick to blurt out your apologies. You were clearly in the wrong timing.
And when you felt like your chest is getting stabbed while you calmly got out and inhaled some air to calm yourself, that's where it hits you, you like him.
Fuck.
You like Mark Lee.
That's why you wanted to see him. That's why your heart beated like that, that's why you were comfortable even before. That's why it hurts your heart.
You needed to get away or else you'll burst. You hurriedly got inside the house again, immediately finding Ryujin. "I'll go home first."
"No, hey. Wait what? Why?"
"Don't worry, okay? Something came up. I gotta go."
You walked back outside, not noticing that Mark was catching up with you. And he speaks just behind you.
"What's up?"
His voice makes you stop from walking. No. You don't wanna face him right now.
You sighed and turned around, "Hey."
Mark just nodded, "Been good?"
"Yup. Good as usual."
He smiles and looks down, hands in his pockets. "That's nice. Leaving so soon?"
You cleared your throat, "I have to go."
He sighs this time, "Yeah. I just wanna say it's not what it looks like back there. Doesn't make sense why I'm saying it but yeah."
"It is what it looks like. I'm sorry for interrupting." Those words were like thorns in your throat.
"There's nothing to interrupt." Mark says this time, quickly. His eyes looking directly at you.
"It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't?"
Silence. There it was. The silence to hear the screams inside your head.
"Look, Mark. I said I'm sorry already."
"For what exactly?" He says, walking towards you.
"For interrupting, for meddling, for being here." You say a little too hasty.
"I told you it's nothing."
"It looks like it's not nothing!"
Why are you whining? Why are you being such a childish bitch?
Mark sighs, inching closer. He placed his hands on both of your shoulders. "She was asking for another drink and I just told her that so they can take her home."
You didn't speak, you only looked at him. Mark can hear his heart beating so fast, despite the noise inside the house. All blurred out now.
"I wanna tell you something,"
"No."
That word came out of your mouth quickly, and you were surprised with yourself too.
And Mark's face was filled with an agonizing look, his eyes is painfully bloodshot.
He nodded, taking his hands off your shoulder. "I get it. I know you don't want anything more than the holidays. I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me."
He steps back, his knees weak from what he's feeling. Then he turns back, and your eyes blurs from the tears brimming in your eyes.
VIII. Party
You haven't had a proper sleep since that night. You are upset with yourself on how you responded to Mark like that. How dumb could you fucking get?
And now that you have another chance, you'll shoot your shot this time. Tell Mark that you didn't mean it, and that you like him too.
"Ryu, I'll join."
Ryujin haven't informed you about the upcoming party yet but she looks shocked as you decided to go on your own.
"Oh...alright! Happy to see you...socializing?" Your co-worker says, suspicious of you.
You did. You dressed up accordingly and gorgeously at that fact.
Mark has been glancing at you from time to time, seemingly can't to take his eyes off you. You also do the same for the rest of the night.
A cheer erupts from their side, a girl was in their circle, she was dancing in front of Mark.
What the fuck?
Your blood boiled, you could see red from your eyes. Mark smirks playfully and his friends guides his hand to put it on the girl's waist. Another cheer erupts.
You stood up, marching into their circle, and they stop, Mark's eyes was keen on yours. And you take his hand away from the girl and dragged him outside.
The party continues inside, Taeyong boosting the speakers. As you got on the far side of their frontyard, you let go of his hand.
Mark only looks at you, waiting for you to speak.
"What do you think you're doing?" You say a little insane and out of mind.
He tilts his head, "I'm fucking partying."
"After you pulled that stunt on me last time? Really?"
"You fucking said no, Y/N." Mark says with restraint.
"I was just shocked--- surprised! It was not what I expected."
He only looks at you and he sighs, "Okay. Now what?"
And you sigh now, collecting yourself some words to say. "First off, I'm so sorry that I responded like that. I-- I wasn't ready." Mark only nods, urging your next words, "I was so thankful for you, to all those holidays. And--- fuck,"
You pause as you look down, cursing yourself. You only look up when you heard Mark chuckle, "You look really fucking cute like this. All shy for me."
Glaring at him, he only laughs more. "You can continue. We have all the time in the world."
"I fucking like you, Mark."
You finally said it. Fucking finally.
Mark looks relieved as he exhales. "Alright."
Were you too late?
No fucking way.
And if he doesn't want me then, it's fine. I could go on. But could I?
You looked at him, no hint of joy in his face. And you nod, "Got it."
Mark's brows raises, "What'd you get?"
"That you don't like me anymore." You reply instantly.
"You think my feelings are that shallow?" He says as he steps forward, inching closer until you can almost feel him breathing against your lips.
"I like you too, baby. More than you know." Mark says it as a whisper as he cradles your cheek with his palm, lips inching closer to yours until you can feel his soft lips capturing yours. It was a feathery kiss, a gentle one. Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him. Then he has a satisfied look on his face before crouching and passionately kisses you.
Mark can't get his hands off of you. You were both dragged back inside the house, people are still partying while you and Mark were in the couch with his friends.
His friends were talking about something and laughing, but you can't even process what it's all about when you're in Mark's lap, his lips grazing on your neck while his hands are around your waist.
"Wanna go somewhere quiet?" He whispers in your ear, making your spine tingle and you nodded in response.
Mark smiles as you stood up from his lap and he never lets go of your hand as he tugged you towards the stairs, passing the people who are probably too knocked out to remember what they were up to.
Walking in the hall, Mark finally stopped at the third door, recognizing that it's his.
"What? You're drunk?" You say as you let out a laugh.
He shakes his head, "Not on the alcohol, though."
He twists the knob open and you got inside of his room. His room was neat, as expected. There were plenty of books on his shelves, there were also CDs and vinyls as you look at it.
"It's been a while. I crash here when I feel like it. We can have dinner in my house tomorrow," Mark says, your back is facing him as you take in the books in his shelves.
"Only if you want." He adds.
You turn yourself to face him, not noticing he was also stepping towards you. "I'd like to, Mark." He smirks sexily as he steps closer, his hands on your waist, massaging on each side. His eyes glancing at your lips.
"Can I kiss you?" You chuckled at his question and tilted your head, teasing him, "Just a kiss?"
Mark clicks his tongue, eyes looking at your lips like a starved man, "You're gonna let me have more than just a kiss?"
"Mm-hmm," You nodded, your lashes fluttering.
Mark takes that as your word and he immediately captures your lips in a kiss. He tugs your lower lip and his other hand rakes on your hair, gently tugging it.
You gasp at the force and he slips his tongue inside your mouth, exploring and savouring you. He groans at your warm mouth, imagining how warm it would be if it was his cock on your throat.
Mark's kisses moved lower, and all you can do was fist on his hair as he licks and bites on your neck.
You pushed Mark until he was on the edge of the bed, now sitting down. It feels like all of the air in his lungs got out when you straddled him, his crotch makes contact with your soaked thong.
"You're so fucking hot," Mark hisses as he glides his hand from your back down to your ass, kneading it.
You hum in response as he pushes your hips more on his crotch, making you grind on his hard denim jeans. Quickly discarding your top, Mark works on your brassiere and unhooks it easily.
Mark didn't waste time as he dives in to capture your perked nipple in his warm mouth, sucking on it. "Oh my god, Mark,"
You were grinding on him like a woman lost in lust, your skirt was now lifting and the thin layer of fabric is exposed making him even more dizzy at the contact.
"You wanna cum like this?" Mark whispers as he controls your hips for a more precise grind, you nodded, chasing the high and the delicious sensation of his hard cock beneath his denim jeans.
"I need it, I fucking need it, Mark, please..." You pant, holding on to him as you grind on him harder, your clit already sensitive from his clothed crotch.
You're making a mess of his jeans but you don't have to think too much about it when you're at your peak, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. A loud whine escaping from your lips, your thong are now definitely and visibly soaked, staining his jeans.
"Damn." He says as you cling on to him, Mark takes the initiative to turn your positions, carrying you and lying you down on the bed.
"Look at the mess you made, baby." Mark's voice an octave lower as he holds your legs. Taking your skirt off and slowly admires how your thong sticks to your wet pussy as he slowly takes it off as well.
You were still in daze of how it feels when you felt the same lips that kissed your lips now peppering on your inner thigh.
Biting your lower lip as you look at Mark closing his eyes while kissing your milky thighs, murmuring sweet things that you were unable to hear.
"Can't wait for me to fuck you that you came with just that, hmm?" Mark whispers, his hot breath on your folds. And when you only responded with bucking your hips, letting the tip of his nose hit your clit, you moaned.
"Oh, she likes that." Mark licks a stripe of your folds, humming at the taste with the essence of your cum.
Then without warning, he laps on to it wetly. The sound of his tongue lapping on your folds was sinful, that you seek purchase in his hair, gripping it as you chant his name over and over again.
"Oh fuck, yes mark, mark, baby,"
He groans and says loud enough for you to hear, "Yes, baby. That's my name."
Jaw slack and eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hip bucks, marking Mark grunt and use force to push your hips down as he eats you as he pleases.
He was ruthless. He was sucking, licking and teasing your folds like he was meant for it. Mark loved every time you whine and moan when he sucks a part of you that you liked a little too much.
"I can't----fuck, I'm coming!" You moan loudly as your hips desperately bucks upward on his mouth, Mark lets you ride on his tongue as your legs shake, your orgasm making you see stars. Groaning and sucking, he waits until you come down from your high as you pant, his hands gently soothing your thighs.
"You good, baby?" Mark whispers sexily as he pushes himself up, his eyes gentle with a hint of desire, "I'm not done with you yet,"
Licking your lips, still lost in pleasure, you look up to him. "Mark." As you say it in a breathy tone, as if you're pleading.
He smirks sexily, looking at your state. "I haven't fucked you yet, sweet girl." You see him stand up as he unzips his jeans, tugging it down and taking off his shirt, his erection evident on his boxers as he climbs up on top of you again.
Mark lets out a hum as he settles in between your legs, "I'll make you feel so good." He whispers as he kisses the crook of your neck, your hands sliding down on his boxers, palming him as he lets out a groan. "Fuck.."
"Mark, please.. I need you inside me." You plead as you palm his cock over his boxers.
Mark wastes no time in denying what you want as he tugs his boxers down, his cock springing free as he leans closer to your face, feeling his hardness below your stomach.
"You want this?" Mark says with a gravelly voice, his hand stroking his cock, looking at you.
You nod desperately and bite your lips, "Yes, yes... please, fuck me." You say as you wrap your arms on his neck, and your eyes rolls to the back of your head when he aligns his tip on your entrance, slowly sinking inch by inch.
"Oh my god... so, fucking..." Jaw slack and eyes closed, feeling the pleasure of feeling full, "big.."
Mark lets out a teasing laugh as he sinks in you fully, "Look at me while I'm fucking you, baby."
With all your strength, you opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, all sweaty and muscles flexing on his stomach as he bottoms out, earning another moan from you, almost closing your eyes.
"That's my good girl, taking it all in for me." Mark says as he places a hand on your neck, his fingers putting pressure on it as he starts to thrusts in and out, feeling your tight cunt would rightly wrap his cock.
You mindlessly roll your eyes to the back of your head as Mark lets out a deep groan from his chest, "Can't talk now, huh?" He does another precise thrust making you gasp and arch your back.
"Mark, please... baby..." You whisper as you wrap your arms on his neck, pulling him closer as he moves in and out of you in a rhythmic move.
He kisses your cheek, letting his lips linger as he lets out his groans, whispering in your ear. "What is it, baby? Tell me what you want."
"Harder." You say firmly, holding on to him as he wastes no time in hammering inside of you, making you scream as he hits your spot. Mark looking down at you as he looks at your pleasured face, his own release chasing over him.
The bed creaking with his hard movements as you chant his name all over again, tipping over the edge. Legs shaking and back arching, your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you cum, crying in the pleasure.
"Fuck, yes.. good girl.." Mark moans as he still moves inside you, feeling you clench on him as he finds leverage on your hips, impaling you on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm.
Panting and spent, Mark both prolongs your high as he moves sloppily before he detaches with you completely, falling down on the bed beside you.
After a long comfortable silence, with only your breaths and the satisfying feeling in your chest as Mark continues to stare at you, his fingers ghosting on your shoulders as he breaks the silence.
"I still can't believe you have feelings for me.."
You meet his gaze, his disheveled hair and his handsome face in front of you, his palm resting on his head as he looks at you like he can't believe you're real and what happened between the two of you just earlier. You chuckle as you face him, “Mark..”
“Mmm, baby?” Mark says as he cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin, soothing.
“Why didn’t we keep in touch?” You say softly, asking about the days where your casual texts stopped after the last holiday. Even though you meet up only on holidays, you and Mark engage in texts almost everyday, without no malice and just pure vibes.. and you wondered why it stopped, causing a rift between the two of you.
He chuckles lowly, “Well.. if you’re talking about the days after last years Christmas.. I’m sorry if I purposely avoided you. It’s because I thought you and… Jay were together. I saw you two that night.”
Your forehead creases in confusion as he talks and then you let out a harsh laughter, “Are you serious? Jay’s my friend!”
Mark laughs as he buries his face on the pillow, groaning in slight embarrassment. You continue to chuckle at him, holding his shoulder as you try to make him face you again. “Mark. Look at me, baby.”
“No,” He murmurs on the pillow as you giggle, as you use your strength to make him lay on his back again, and this time, he lets you. You quickly got up and straddle his now clothed lap, which you didn’t know when he had the time to wear that.
Mark groans and his hands automatically placing on each side of your waist, “Well, hello there.”
Smiling down, your body all bare for him to see as his eyes change into something deep, raw admiration and love. Resting your palms on his chest, you lean down, his eyes gazing on your chest before meeting your eyes.
“How ‘bout we attend this year’s reunion as an official couple?” You say, grinning as your fingers draw circles on his bare chest and Mark can only let a husky laugh as he pulls you down, whispering, “Anything you want, baby.” before he leans in to kiss you hungrily.
When you actually realize that having a boyfriend in holidays was an excuse… to get to know Mark Lee. Deep inside you, you knew it was alright for you to show up on holidays alone, you knew you could bear all their laments about your life. But when Mark came into the picture, when you met Mark at the restaurant that night, you knew you had to be with him, even with your silly excuse.
Now you don’t only have him over for holidays, but every day in your life, you always wanted him to be in, and luckily, he feels the same way.
summary. after getting kicked out of your apartment unit due to ‘noise’ complaints, you find yourself a new set of roomates: your bff, a fashion blogger, and one beautiful musician. Welcome to room 402, please abide by the house rules!
↳ in which the calm, slightly awkward producer who built his own company from the ground up is secretly the most downbad, in-love boyfriend ever.
an established relationship between a former idol turned producer who spends his nights in the studio and the soft-hearted teacher he’s been in love with for years.
late-night calls, long distance, quiet fights, louder love, and a future they keep choosing—again and again.
the only problem?
the world is always watching, and loving him has never been simple.
but mark has always been sure about one thing.
┃ he’s not going anywhere.
genre — smau, established relationship, humor, angst, long distance, soft intimacy, chaotic friendgroups, producer mark, teacher yn
status — ongoing
part 1 — here
part 2 — here
part 3 — coming soon
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author’s note ♡
i started thinking about this smau a while ago, just small moments at first—late night texts, quiet reassurance, the kind of love that feels steady even when everything else isn’t. i didn’t expect to finally sit down and write it now, but somehow it felt like the right time.
to everyone who’s been feeling a little heavy lately, especially markfs… i hope this can be a small comfort. i know things have felt uncertain and a bit overwhelming, and it’s okay to sit with that. this story isn’t meant to fix anything, but maybe it can feel like a warm place to come back to for a little while. let’s all try to stay strong and continue supporting dreamies and mark even as an individual🥹
thank you for being here, always ♡
cmt to be on taglist! might be my last work for sometime </3
