#lee mark fluff

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[floraljae]

NOSE KISSES AND KITTY SNEEZES -> Lee Mark

PAIRING : Mark Lee X gn!reader | GENRE : fluff | AU : established relationship

WARNINGS : none

Word count : 0.5k

TAGLIST : @jenophilia @sassyong @tenhyuckie @moanwalk @sicluvz @yutaalove @bluejaem @fullsunfluff @a10vely-yutazen @hhyungsuk @mirohtron @heephorria

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A/N: This is dedicated to ie (@nakamotocore ) . Thank you very much for giving me the wild idea (please do not block me afterwards jxhebxy). And it’s not my best, writer’s block is a pain in the ass so bear with me <33 feedbacks are very much appreciated!

Mark had an odd habit of scrunching his nose whenever you'd place a kiss on it.

It was very much habitual, and absolutely cute. Whenever he did that, it would be accompanied by an idiotic grin and slight hues of red playing across his face. It was infectious, thus you too, would find yourself indulging in a smile that stretched from one ear to another.

Soft nose kisses were your love language. It was something none of you would get tired of. Ever.

But it wasn't for just anyone, though. These kisses were a special language you'd tucked away for Mark.

Kisses on noses were special. They felt warmer, more intimate and calming. You loved how his eyes would sparkle with excitement when your hands would reach out to cup his face, how he'd almost instinctively snake an arm around your waist and timidly pull your torso closer; all with a small smile playing on his lips- just like right now. 

You shifted on the couch, smiling as he did the same.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Your boyfriend inquires, his eyes glinting with amusement. 

You let out a low chuckle, your hot breath brushing against his face. Acting brave for once, your boyfriend pulls you closer to himself.

"You're going to kiss me," he answers his own question and you can't help but laugh at how nervous he suddenly sounded. 

"I am, Mark."

"O-okay," the brunet stutters, earning yet another giggle from you.

You lean in slowly, as if you had all the time in the world (which you did, as a matter of fact, it was a warm Sunday), mentally contemplating whether you should just change your mind at the last second and kiss his lips- just to catch the brunet off guard. But you decide to go with the original plan anyway. 

Leaning in, you brought his face closer to your own-- before placing a soft kiss right on his nose. It was like a small boop, but it was your lips instead of an index finger.

Almost instinctively after you did so, Mark did his old routine. His nose scrunched up as a muffled sound that was something in between a chuckle and wheeze escaped his lips. 

Your eyes widened in surprise, making your body freeze in its spot. It wasn't what he'd usually do. You worriedly see Mark lean back and bury his face in his elbow- and sneeze!

"Dude!" You heard him laugh, eyes open wider than saucers, "what...was THAT."

The breath you had been holding in for so long exasperatedly leaves your mouth, and you can't but slap your own forehead. As much as you wanted to push him off the couch for sending you into a cardiac arrest for a good few seconds, you couldn't help but laugh at him for being this amused and fascinated by a post-kiss-on-the-nose kitty sneeze. 

But how could you blame him? For he was Mark, everything was fascinating for him.

© FLORALJAE, 2021

[1-800-seo]

1-800-SEO presents: — What a Heavenly Way to Die

genre: fluff/royal au/arranged marriage/fantasy

song: what a heavenly way to die by troye sivan

pairing: Mark Lee/Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: descriptions of anxiety, nightmares

word count: 2140

in affiliation with: @treasuretaeil ‘s

strawberries and cigarettes collaboration

Mark turns the page of the crisp newspaper, opening it onto his desired page. He knows what article he is looking for, it’s on the first page, the headliner, of course it is. Those bold letters read: “Prince to Marry Southwestern Sovereign on Saturday!” He didn’t need reminding though, the tendrils of anxiety whipping away in his stomach. His eyes scanned the page for their name, his mind whirling when he saw those damned words once again. “Sovereign __ __ of the Southwestern Territory has been betrothed to Prince Minhyung ‘Mark’ Lee since their birth at the dawn of the century, now that many years have passed and the fledgling monarchs are of age to marry, the pair will unite this weekend. The union will follow the usual customs and traditions that are typical in the Northern Territory, and only the ceremony will be televised, the following honeymoon and greeting ritual will not be reported on as is customary.”

Ah, those familiar ‘customs.’ He’d learnt the ways of Northern marriage before he could even understand love as a concept. As far as he knew, a normal wedding ceremony will take place at the palace he calls home on the morning of Saturday, and he will meet his betrothed for the first time. He always thought it was weird that he never got to meet the person he would be spending his life with until the day of the wedding, but his life is full of following rules, and this was just another tradition one must abide by.

Deciding to push away his anxiety and get ample rest for the next day, he sets aside the newspaper and settles down for the night, thoughts swimming around in his brain like a goldfish in a small bowl.

Mark steps out into the enclosed room, the abundance of windows is the first thing he notices upon entering; tall floor-to-ceiling glass panels enclose the room, and Mark immediately feels like he’s stuck in a tank, an enclosure. He looks below to see swarms of the public, reporters and civilians alike all clamouring below.

Across from him, in the center of the room, is a long skinny table. Sat on the farthest chair is a shrouded figure, their face completely covered by a light blue almost translucent veil. His own veil only covers his eyes, but he can easily see through it since it’s made of ancient gold. He knows the family heirloom well, the same metallic veil being used through the generations.

Mark gathers up his strength as his heart beats in his chest rapidly, he motivates himself to move, and sits down in the chair closest to him - one directly across from the other figure. Once situated in his chair, he neatly folds his hands in his lap to avoid nervous movement and formulates a sentence as best as he can. “My grace, it is an honour to meet you. Did you arrive here smoothly?” He asks, wary of the tremor in his voice. The moments stretch out as he patiently waits for an answer, each second piling up, the silence uncomfortable.

“My betrothed?” He delicately asks, waiting for a word, anything, even a gesture. But yet, the figure stays eerily still, paused in the very same position he first witnessed it in. Mark recognises no motion in the veil, not even the small movements that would occur if someone was to breathe near the light and airy fabric. At that realisation, Mark rises and crosses the room, walking as he was taught in etiquette class all those years ago. He approaches the figure, but no gaze turns to meet his own; and to cure the stammer of his heart he emboldens himself and lifts the veil with a shaky hand.

He is not met with fair skin, or tanned skin, or dark skin; in fact, he’s not met with any skin at all. The sight he sees when lifting up the wispy veil is not what Mark expected in any circumstance. Ivory coloured bone displayed in front of his eyes, that’s what he sees. Twisted roots and dagger-like thorns all around the bare skull, no sign of life bar the nettles. Dark leaves make their way out of the eye sockets, and ropes of vines encircle the skeleton. The exhale Mark lets out is like something leaves him, a part of him, perhaps his sanity. He can’t bear it for not a moment longer, that violent sight in his mind, and so he turns and bolts out the door.

When Mark wakes, he feels sweat on his brow and the dampness of tears on his cheeks. His sheets are balled at the foot of his bed, his body must’ve thrashed some in the night. The previous eve of restless sleep and nightmares left him with an anxious stomach, and Mark sat up straight to find some relief from the churning. Leaning over to his bedside table, he pours himself a glass of water from the crystal decanter, and downs it. The old ticking clock across the room makes itself known, and Mark sees the hands read 7am. Thankfully, he hadn’t overslept, he doesn’t think he’d get over the embarrassment of being late to his own wedding.

After many attempts in self-motivation, Mark manages to pull himself out of bed, and crosses the room to the pull cord, the signal notifying his staff that he is awake and ready for them to perform their duties. Within a minute of him pulling the cord, staff begin to whirl around him, fulfilling their roles in a blur that Mark lets cloud his mind. His technique for pushing down nerves is purely just not thinking. He lets the maids ready him in his suit, lets the butler feed him pieces of toast as the makeup artist pats his cheeks with powder. Before he knows it, it’s time to make his way over to the chapel housed inside the grand palace, and he lets his mind wander as his ears focus on the clack of dress shoes against marble.

Some would be excited on a day like this, but Mark doesn’t know what to feel. A foolish person would get jittery at the thought of the ceremony, but Mark knows better, he knows that he won’t get to see his liege until his arrival at the honeymoon sector. And so, he turns off his brain, and lets himself flow with the programming he’s always known; the pleasant greetings, the tucked away hands and shallow bows.

By the time he is situated at the altar, on his allocated spot (the perfect camera angle), his palms are sweaty and his gaze is affixed on the shrouded figure directly adjacent to him. Just like his dream depicted, the person is covered by a light blue veil, the floaty fabric reaching almost to the floor. His own veil only slightly obscures his vision, so he can fully see his betrothed in all their glory. The figure carries a certain power in their stance, an aura of confidence. He can’t even see their face, but Mark feels it exude through their resolute being.

The entire ceremony is spent distanced from each other, not coming within 20 feet of the other, even when the vows are all over, even when departing the chapel. Mark and his grace are whisked away into seperate cars, the whole ride passing by in a blur. They don’t transport Mark home though, his bags are already packed and at his accommodation. They take him directly to the port, and shuffle him onto the grand boat waiting there for him. The boat is bigger than any boat he’d ever seen before. It’s practically a floating palace, large towers rising up and looming over him. Once aboard, he makes his way to his fitted out cabin, everything already there laid out for him, and the maids change his outfit again. Mark feels them tidy up his makeup, but the metal that wraps around his head doesn’t move once. It was the duty of his betrothed to remove that now.

Once everything was over, he was ushered into a room, the door shut immediately behind him, he’s left wiping the palms of his hands over the crisp material of his slacks and turning his whole body in the direction of what he knows awaits him.

His eyes meet the same skinny table from his dreams last night, the very same figure sitting awaiting him on the opposite end and already seated. This time he can see the tell tale sign of life, that being the way the veil moves as the person takes each breath. Just this information alone comforts Mark in some way, he’s praying this doesn’t go like his nightmare. The room he’s in is just like his dream though, large rising panels of glass surround him on one side, the other side is a wall painted in a pattern to imitate fluffy clouds.

Mark strides his way over to the figure now, a burst of confidence, he needs to come across strong - even if it’s just for his nation. The person’s head follows his course of direction, and meets him when he has reached his destination. The prince kneels into a deep bow, he outstretches a hand in the direction of the other and utters the words: “my betrothed.” He doesn’t actually expect the figure to giggle at him, even if he may be a little stiff in his actions.

“You’re so formal, my Prince.” The other says, now grasping his hand and gently tugging on it so he rises. “I’m ___ ___, but I’m sure you already know that. It’s a pleasure to meet you in the flesh at last.” The figure’s voice is even, no wavering at all. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, ___. I’m Minhyung, but you can call me Mark. I’m sure you knew that already too.” He says, a laugh bubbling up at the end of his sentence, his anxiousness slowly dissipating. He doesn’t know why he thought this would be so hard, but conversation is already flowing naturally enough.

“You can unveil me now if you wish.” His betrothed says, a hand toying with the translucent fabric. “Of course, my liege.” He reaches out his hand and slowly raises it, bit by bit features are revealed as he goes. Once the material is fully off, he sees the slightly messy hair underneath from the fabric, and he finds it oh so endearing, it’s a little tug at his heart.

Piercing eyes look back at him then, making his heart feel like it has stopped in his chest. He sucks in a breath, stunned beyond never before. “You are glowing, my dear.” He blurts out, he probably wouldn’t have said that if he had a strong grip on his mouth, but he’s running on pure adrenaline. They reach out a hand towards him, gently lifting off the twisted metal veiled crown and setting it on the table. “And so are you, dear one.” Those words, he did not expect them at all, he feels his eyes widen and goosebumps raise on his skin. “You don’t have to be so kind. Thank you though.” He replies.

“Shall we go find somewhere less stuffy? I heard there is a marvellous indoor beach here.” His spouse now says. They offer a hand to him, and as he takes it they leave the chair and make their way to the door. Mark is dragged along with them, and he supposes accepting their hand was as good to them as verbally agreeing.

Despite the ‘beach’ actually just being an extremely large room filled with exotic plants and real sand, flowing water and glowing heat, it is enjoyable nonetheless when Mark registers all of these features upon entering the room.

Mark takes off his socks and shoes as he gets to the sand and his liege does the same too. They’re braver than him though, and immediately run to the water to have a dip, uncaring of the long marriage garment that still hangs off of them. The water rushes around them and the light fabric floats on top of it before becoming saturated, flowing and moving with the liquid.

Despite his best instincts, Mark says to hell with them and runs into the water too, a coolness lapping at his calves as he enters. “Isn’t this great!” They exclaim, splashing about now. “I feel so free.” He says, half to himself, before sitting down in the water and enjoying its mental healing properties. He could easily spend eternity just letting all of his problems float away here. He could spend ample time getting to know his new spouse, finding out how they tick and all of their little intricacies. He might just do that, he thinks.

As he sits in the water that sways back and forth with the artificial tide, he lets his mind empty and prepares himself for the new chapter ahead.

hi guys!! thank you for reading :)) I’m sorry this fic is kinda short, I had so many ideas for endings but none of them I could execute correctly, and I’d rather deliver a finished fic than an unfinished one so I left the ending somewhat open. i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!! sending love <333

[pyox1]

Night Light - Mark Lee

When your night light goes out, you have no other option but to find comfort in your cute and awkward roommate, Mark Lee.

!This is a bit all over the place, please bear with me!

Genre: Fluff and awkwardness hihi

Pairing: Mark Lee x reader

Word count: 1,3k

Holding a blanket tightly against your shoulders, you tried making your way through the dark halls of your apartment, desperately trying not to walk into a wall. Some people might be asking, what were you doing tiptoeing at 2 a.m? Well, that could easily be explained by your night light burning out a few minutes prior. It would also be important to add that you were scared of the dark, deathly- scared of the dark. Your fear could be seen as ridiculous and you knew that. Rare were the people who were still scared of staying in a dark room alone pass the age of 8. Nevertheless, you had never gone over that phase.

If there were one person to be awake at these ungodly hours, it would have to be your roommate Mark. He was the definition of a night owl. Always hanging in the kitchen in the middle of the night eating cereal, or simply chilling in his room lightly strumming his guitar. Usually, he fell asleep around the time you woke up, making it almost impossible to see him before the afternoon.

Still, you didn't mind since both of you could catch up during the evening. Being the awkward boy he is, Mark wasn't the most talkative around you. However, that didn't stop him from wanting to spend some time with his roommate. That's how both of you started watching movies together. That way, Mark didn't seem as stuck up and he could easily slide a joke or two in between scenes. Each time you would laugh at one of his cheesy comments, he'd try to hide his growing smile. It was always moments like these that you shared. Shy glances, accompanied by small giggles. You wondered if it would always be like that with him. Maybe your relationship wasn't destined to go further than an awkward friendship.

Softly knocking on the wooden door, you carefully twisted its knob before peering inside the cluttered room. You were met with Mark's sprawled body on his bed, the blue light of his laptop illuminating his face. His eyes were wide, just like his mouth. Instantly, he propped himself up, shuffling through his hair and wiping away the crumbs that laid on the corner of his lips.

"Oh- hey, good morning- I mean- goodnight, uh, yeah." Swallowing thickly, Mark cursed himself mentally. Allowing yourself to step closer to his bed, your fists bundled up in the cover that was still set on your shoulders.

"My night light went out... and I absolutely can't sleep in the dark... Could I maybe stay here?"  Your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper, you wondered if the boy had even heard you. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very aware of how silly your request was, your face fell while your teeth nibbled with your bottom lip.

''Well, Uhm, I didn't want to intrude or anything- I'll just head back to my room,"

"No, no- don't go. You can stay here all you want."

"Oh okay. Thank you." Mark continued staring at you, your figure standing still.

"Right," Collecting his thoughts, Mark patted the space next to him on his bed. He briefly rearranged his sheets while grabbing a spare pillow from the ground. "Here, almost good as new." You giggled at his attempt to lighten up the mood. Careful not to step on any of his belongings on the floor, you swiftly made your way to your side of the bed.

"You're not going to go under the covers?" Mark asked, bringing to your attention that you were laying on top of his sheets.

"I'm fine, I've got this." You proudly, but a bit shamefully, showed him the large quilt that engulfed your body. His eyebrows furrowed.

"No way you're only sleeping with that. You're going to freeze to death."

"Mark, I'm fine-"

"I insist. I won't be doing any funny business under there if that's what you're scared about." You chocked when you heard him say those words so bluntly. You hadn't even noticed the blush that had appeared on the boy's face.

"I'm kidding (Y/n), just so you know." Nodding a bit too quickly, you slid yourself under the pile on his blankets. The warmth that they trapped washed over you like a huge wave. You wondered if the heat came from his duvets or his body.

"So... Should we watch a movie?" Mark felt his heart swell as your eyes brightened up at his proposition. He let out a small laugh, before installing a movie on his computer that was laying on his lap.

While you both watched the film, your mind couldn't help but wander to other places. Like the proximity between you and the brown-haired boy. Damn him for owning a twin size mattress. Your thighs brushing against each other, you felt every move and twitch the twenty-year-old made. It was an immense source of distraction, to say the least. Mark had seemed to notice, his attention diverting to you.

"Is everything fine?"

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired that's all." Taking a sneak peek at the digital clock of his electronic device, he realized that it was almost 4 a.m.

"We should probably sleep then." He carefully shut his laptop, the room plunged into total darkness. Instantly, your throat tightened itself, making air impossible to get to your lungs. It was an unavoidable situation, and you dreaded it,

"Mark, mark, mark," You urgently hushed at him, eyes closed.

"What?" You were too scared to notice the worry that lingered in his voice.

"I can't deal with the dark. Please do something." Not knowing what to think or how to react, Mark did the first thing that came up to his mind. He carefully wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him. Your previous suspicions were now confirmed, He was the one producing the heat. Boy was he a real furnace.

"Concentrate on me." If only he knew. There was no way you weren't concentrating on anything else but him at the moment. His hand passing through your hair, your stomach churned at his touch. "Everything will be alright, I'm here with you. Nothing can hurt you." His other hand had found its way to your face, soothingly caressing it. Your eyes finally met his.

"Breath with me." He took a big inspiration and you copied his actions. The air now filling you felt sweet like sugar. You followed him by holding it in for a few seconds before releasing your breath completely. Still holding eye contact, you continued this process for the next minutes. Engrossed in his stare, you felt almost hypnotized. Slowly but surely, your eyes got used to the luminosity. You could now even distinguish Mark's features. The moon shone in his pupils, while his skin glowed in the star illuminated room. Never had someone looked as breathtaking.

So caught up in his beauty, you hadn't even noticed he was approaching you before his lips were on yours. His nose bumped into yours at first but he quickly angled himself to avoid making that mistake again. Melting into his grip, you pressed yourself closer to him, arms snaking around his back. He hummed at your touch.

Pulling away from him, his lips continued to lay gentle pecks all around your face, before setting themselves one last time on your forehead.

"Better?" He stared at you, watching your reaction intently.

"Very." You went and delicately kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Mark." Snuggling closer to his chest, Mark held you tightly against him. He still couldn't realize that he had finally kissed you. He smiled so hard that it hurt, but he enjoyed it. If he had known that this was the price he had to pay to be this close to you, he would've done it way sooner.

Before dozing off, Mark made a promise to himself to never let you buy a new night light.

[darkrenjun]

Nct Dream finding out you have a crush on them

Chenle and Jisung coming soon!!

Also, so sorry I haven’t been here a lot!! Started school and it has been taking my time but I love you all!! 🥰

Mark

When Jaemin came up to tell Mark he had heard you say you had the biggest crush on him, he turned into such a shy baby. He wouldn’t even believe him at first, until he finally noticed how differently you treated them from the others. Eventually he would gather up the courage to tell you the feeling was mutual though.

Haechan

This boy would be sooooo cocky right from the start, assuring you would get a crush on him eventually. So when he found out you did by accidentally reading one of your texts, he wouldn’t stop teasing you about it. But when he finally had you alone, he would turn into the cutest, admitting his crush back.

Renjun

I feel like at first he would act a little distant, studying the best way to tell you and that would in my opinion be what drawn you more towards him. But when every other member noticed the way you got shy around him, they would almost force him to confess.

Jaemin

I feel like just like Haechan, this boy would be really cocky but only once he found out you had a huge crush on him! But when he was finally alone with you, he would confess that he liked you back and would turn into a little fluff ball.

Jeno

Jeno already didn’t know how to act around you so when Jisung and Chenle tried to play matchmaker and tell him about your crush, he’d get embarrassed specially because he felt the same way. So one day the two little mischiefs would lock you two in a room until one of you confessed.

[strayneoculturekids]

[12:56]

Mark freezes up and blushes as he comes around the corner and sees you talking to your friend.

“Mark!” You turn around and spot the boy “Hey”

“Oh- hi, Y/N” He regains his composure and smiles

Immediately, without saying another word, he turns on his heel and retreats. Maybe someday he'll have the guts to ask you out.

[kihuis]

[12:13am]: even in deep slumber, mark wraps his arms tighter around you, snuggling further into your back.

[maknaes-and-hyungs]

When You’re Play Fighting and Accidentally Kiss {NCT U (Boss Era)+Kun}

Note: I know it says play fighting, but a few may be just like arguing while playing a game, but like same thing am I right????? Also can I just say that a lot of people see Jungwoo as really shy rather then Kun, but I see it the other way around with Jungwoo being a really smug ass(loveable although). Just wanted to say that alright enjoy and request (also sorry if you don’t follow IP since thats all i’ve been posting)~Rin

Taeyong

“Give me the remote Taeyong!” Instead of complying Taeyong stood up and held the remote above his head.

“Come and get it then Y/N.” He may have been your best friend but he could honestly be a dick a lot of the time. Although a lovable dick so you humored him and got off of the couch in an attempt to jump for it. Of course his arms reached too high and you failed miserably.

“Damn you Tae.” Rather than try a hundred times you got up on the couch and leapt for it. In hindsight it might not have been your best idea and instead of grabbing the remote you knocked him to the ground. You two then proceeded to push and pull trying to get the remote from the other. It was with a particularly hard tug from Taeyong that your lips ended up on his.

Separating at the speed of lightning you sat with your back against the couch and he sat opposite you against the wall. All that was heard for the next few moments was the heavy breathing that came from the pair of you. Taeyong was looking everywhere but you and his cheeks matched the red of his tee shirt. You on the other hand reached up in shock to touch where his lips had been. If you were tell the truth you had been wanting that for months and as you were about to spit it up he sprang to his feet.

“I am so sorry. I should’ve just given you the remote instead of being ass. Just know I didn’t mean for that to happen. I would never-never- kiss you without your permission or if I knew you wanted it or-”

“I did...want it that is.” Silence once again grew and now both of you were blushing profusely unsure of what to do next.

“Good... good to know. I’m just gonna go ask Taeil something.”

Dongyoung/Doyoung

(You’re Yuta)

“Oh? Then how do you explain the fact that cheese is one of the most popular ramen toppings? Hm...HMMMM.” You raised your fork at dongyoung and waved it around vigorously. He wiped the liquid that hit him and shook his head at your behavior.

“I don’t know where you’re getting your information, but false.” You stopped in your tracks and stared opened mouth at Dongyoung. It was a look he had seen many times before and always hoped that it would never return. It was a look that said you were about to start yelling which was never ideal. but especially not in this particular moment. You happened to be walking through a very crowded fairground in the middle of the night.

“HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A LIAR?” That was all you could get out before dongyoung grappled you to the ground. You however weren’t one to stop fighting and you rolled across the grass trying to throw the boy off of you. It was during on of these spins that you hit the ground and he rolled on top only to plant his lips on yours.

“I didn-” Before he could apologize you pushed him off and scrambled to your feet. He yelled after you, but you were already gone and driving away in your car. It wasn’t until you were well on your way that you remembered that you had driven him there.

As much as you didn’t want to see him and probably accidentally reveal your crush you had to go back. When you got back into the field that was being used as a parking lot you saw him standing at the entrance to the fair trying to get a signal on his phone. He didn’t even notice as you slowly drove in front of him and called his name, headphones.

You left the car running and walked around to tap him on his shoulder. All you saw was his feet since you didn’t have it in you to see his face. You just assumed he was getting in the car and turned around when you where pushed forward. Dongyoung was giving you a back hug and laughing.

“You are so cute sometimes Y/N.”

Yukhei/Lucas

“Oh yeah Y/N. I bet I can get closer before breaking then you can.”

“You’re on Yukhei.” When you weren’t with Yukhei you had no drive to compete. It was just something about his smug face that suddenly lit the fire within you. That’s why you two were sitting on his bed slowly bringing your faces closer together.

“You suck.”

“Wow. Good one Y/N, but I’m pretty sure you’re the one more proficient in sucking.” Yukhei winked at you and if it wasn’t for your stupid little game you would’ve hit him and turned away in anger (really just to blush.) Instead you stuck out your tongue and got a little bit closer.

Not one to be beat, Yukhei followed suit and you furrowed you eyebrows in frustration. The boy always new all the right ways to push your buttons in order to gain a win, but you were determined to not let this be one of those times. So, you got closer, but he decided to do so at the same time. The simultaneous shifting of your weights caused you to lurch forward and before you knew it your lips were connected.

An attempt was made, on your part, to separate but Yukhei pulled you back in and deepened the kiss. To say you were surprised was an understatement since you always thought your feelings weren't reciprocated. His persistence, however, proved you wrong and you were pushed back into the softness of the pillows and mattress. Yukhei’s hands started to wander under your shirt but before they could get anywhere Yuta opened the door to the room.

“I was just leaving!” You pushed Yukhei to the floor, grabbed your jacket from the desk chair, and headed for the door. Before you could Yukhei grabbed the jacket effectively stopping you.

“When we get a chance later, we should do this again.” You nearly choked at his words and stumbled out of the room without looking at Yuta. It wasn’t until they heard the front door shut that either of them moved. Yukhei threw his hands in the hair and squealed in joy.

“Dork.” Yuta shook his head and left Yukhei to his fanboying.

Yoon Oh/ Jaehyun

"Yoon I have a date to get to stop." Upon hearing this news Yoon Oh only doubled his efforts to tickle you. What had started as an innocent fight between friends turned for him into a fight to make you stay. Or at least for you to be late enough so as to dash your chances of the date going well or going at all.

"I'm sorry I cant hear you through all that laughing Y/N!" Yoon Oh pulled you back down to the floor where he was laying and continued his assault. This encouraged you to attempt one of those death rolls you had seen those alligators, or was it crocodiles, doing on animal planet. Considering you were next to the coffee table one of you was bound to get hurt and it happened to be Yoon Oh who smacked his head against the wood causing him to release his grip.

"Sorry! Still like I said I have to go on that da-YOON OH!" Before you could say the horrid word again, Yoon Oh recovered and once again pulled you into his arms. Except this time you tripped over your feet and your lips ended up on his. Yoon Oh was in heaven and went to deepen the accidental kiss, but you pulled away.

You stay still with your hair falling in front of your face and your cheeks on fire. You couldn't believe that you had just kissed your best friend and before a date at that. What were you going to say to your date...what were you going to say to Yoon Oh?

"You are so cute Y/N.(Picture the gif)Come here and forget that date of yours. I'll make it up by taking you on a date of our own."

Mark

“Get together already!” Yukhei yelled back at you and Mark as Jeno pushed him out of the dorm in order to give you two time alone.

“The last thing I want is to have to kiss him.” You joked to Yukhei not noticing how Mark winced slightly at your words. He knew you were joking around, but if he asked you seriously he doubted he would get a different answer. In order to hide his disappointment he decided to join in.

“I’ll have you know my lips are perfect for kissing. However, yours...” Mark raised his hand as if to touch your lips, but pulled away at the last second, “are not good enough for me.”

You gasped and he assumed it was you playing like a hurt damsel. It was really the breath you had held in while hoping that he would actually touch you. The tension that was between you was only ever felt by everyone else in the room so of course you too thought he would never change his answer.

“How dare you Mork!” You pushed him back as you held in laughter at the disgust on his face at the mention of his nickname. He caught you off guard when he grasped your wrist to stop himself from falling to the floor. Since you weren’t paying attention you were pulled along with him and both of you fell to the floor. For a split second you lips touched and the two of you scrambled back. Mark said nothing but you, in your surprise, blurted out the worst thing possible.

“Oh God.” It came out sounding like you were disgusted by the moment and it hit Mark straight in the heart. Unable to explain yourself he got up off the floor and ran into his room. His head fell into his hands and he tried to hold in his tears.

“Idiot. Stupid. Dumb Mark. Of course kissing you is disgusting to her. How could she ever like you? W-”

“I do like you. I was just surpised Marky.” To absorbed in his self loathing, he had let you enter the room undetected and climb on the bed behind him. Your arms wrap around him and you rested your head against his (You’re Doyoung in the GIF). That was how the members found you when they returned an hour later except the both of you were now slumped backwards and taking a nap.

Sicheng/WinWin

Dread spread through your body like the caramel settling down to the bottom of your iced coffee. It wasn’t instantly felt all over, but rather something that slowly went through your body before settling in as something real. You were reeling from the spark of confidence you had felt earlier and wished that you had never felt.

Sicheng and you had been arguing over the last popsicle in your freezer. The weather had finally warmed up (thank the gods that it is finally true for where I live) and you had promised, at the beginning of winter, that you would treat the boy to a cold treat. The thing was that he had been busy with promotions so by the time he had come over you had already consumed nearly the entire box.

And even though you had promised him the treat, you were really hot and craving it. He wasn’t having it and he grabbed your wrist to pull the treat to his mouth. Not one to give in, even if he was your crush, you pulled it right on back to you. Sicheng then gave a mighty yank and caused you to trip into his chest. More accurately you “accidentally” crashed your lips into his.

Rather he thought it was an accident and you had actually stepped forward when he pulled your wrist. You had been waiting for something to happen for a year now and in the moment and the heat your frustration was at its peak. Wanting to kiss him, but afraid of rejection you had planned to somehow accidentally do it. Afterwards, however, you were mortified at the look of surprise on his face and you shoved the popsicle into his hands and fled the house.

Now you found yourself at NCT’s fansign with your coffee since you promised some of the boys that you would show up. Even if you didn’t want to see Sicheng yet you couldn’t let the others down. So in the back behind all the fans you stood with the rest of the staff who knew you. Things were going better then expected, but then sicheng picked up his mic and spoke.

“I have someone I like-”insert fans awwing in disappointment and support,”and I think they feel the same way. So I wanted to show them my heart.” Sicheng put up his hand and gave a heart to his fans that all laughed as they realized he meant them. Except he hadn’t, while he was sitting there he had finally spotted you and as he spoke and gave the heart and looked right into your eyes. Maybe confidence was a good thing after all.

Jungwoo

(Has to go but is a super flirt)

You weren’t all that fond of following your best friend, Jungwoo, to his Hi-touch events with the rest of NCT. You only got to talk to him in the few mintues before things were set up and then you stood behind the scenes doing nothing but watching. So, finding your planned hang out once again sabotaged by the event you took your precious few minutes to jokingly argue.

“Jung~~~! How could you do this to us again? You are ruining this relationship.”

“Y/N~~~! You know you love me and any time you get to spend and look at me. I am really handsome after all.” He brought his hand up to frame his face and you flicked his forehead in annoyance.

“Boi. Just cause you have these girls brainwashed does not mean I am. No way would I use my precious money to buy into that bull.” You rolled your eyes and started turn away from Jungwoo. He reached out and turned you back while getting right in your face.

“I bet you would love to get a kiss from me Y/N. I can see it.”

“Your dreams are the only place I would ever be willing to kiss you.” You provoked him by getting even closer not expecting for him to do anything. Except as he leaned ever closer, which was nearly impossible, Donghyuck took his foot and tripped his older member. There went your first kiss to your best friend and huge crush Jungwoo.

Although surprised Jungwoo managed to pull out his classic smug look. The announcer then called his name and he left you nearly hyperventilating. But he couldn’t leave things be the way they were, no. He had to walk out on stage throwing signs and hearts at you in the guise of doing it to a camera (GIFFFF which I loooovvveee). Effectively striking you dead.

Kun

(yells thank you and is embarassed)

“So this was like our first date... right Kun?”

“Wh-w-what nonsense are you spouting right now?” The blush that adorned his cheeks was adorable and you wished he wouldn’t brush off what you said as a joke. You were after all walking next to the Han river in the moonlight after eating dinner together. While you lived in a world where the two of you were dating Kun lived in a world where you two were nothing, but friends hanging out on a typical Saturday night.

“Kun. Buddy ol’pal ol’boyfriend of mine,” Kun choked on his ice cream, oh right and you got ice cream, “Don’t try to deny the love that is between us.” You brought your hand up to your chest and looked mildly offended as you brought tears to your eyes.

“Please keep your acting to the stage Y/N. Why can’t we ever hang out without you trying to seduce me.”

“I am not seducing you! Was I the one who bought this ice cream?”

“N-”

“Exactly so sir, I am simply saying that if you are seducing me the least you could do is own up to it.” Instead of fighting back like usual Kun grew quiet and looked away from you. The tiled path couldn’t be that interesting so you got close to his cheek before he turned back. When he did you didn’t think you were as close as you were and so your lips brushed each other. The shock that went through you both caused you to drop your cone and widened your eyes.

“THANK YOU!”Kun practically screamed in your ears and the both of you stood in silence after that for a few minutes. When Kun finally moved his arm you jumped and he stopped. “I was just gonna give you my ice cream since you dropped yours.” Kun visibly gulped and you decided to suck it up and grow some balls.

“Well of course you are. What kind of date wouldn’t.” When you said this, rather then argue, you grabbed his hand while taking the ice cream and continuing to walk while the both of you blushed.