#mark ff

[theficblog]

[5:24 pm]

MARK LEE

Genre: Fluff + Strangers to lovers

Wordcount: 359

Warnings: None

"He's here!" Your friend whispered, naturally making you look to your side. He was here, and he was on time.

"Do it this time!" They hyped you as you merely observed him climb the wooden ladder in order to reach for the book he had been longing for.

For the last two months, you would see him every Thursday, at the same time. He was mostly quiet, sometimes he would be accompanied by a friend or two, but your eyes would only focus on him nonetheless.

In his hands he held another excellent piece of literature today. The Alchemist in yours, when you turned to check on it. 

And thanks heavens!  You just so happened to be in the library that particular day because you never found reading books to be particularly interesting.

"Okay. I will do it." You took a deep breath and patted yourself on the shoulder, this was time. 

No, you weren't going to war, you were only going to say "hi" to him for the first time. After giving your hair a few more quick fixes, you stepped forward.

The aisle was quiet and nearly empty. However, the boy was unaware of your approach until he heard a loud thud.

He turned to face you before turning to observe your figure on the ground.

"Are you alright?" He bent down quickly and extended his hand to help you stand up.

Oh fish!, You tripped over the air and landed on your bottom, and he would always remember this as his first impression of you.

He continued to reach his hand out for you to take hold of.

"Hi!" You smiled.

"H-hello!" He awkwardly reverted.

You snapped back to your senses, "Oh, thank you!", you said, expressing  gratitude after finally getting up.

"I'm Mark." He introduced himself.

"And I'm Y/N." You extended a kind smile that matched his.

"I know, I've seen you around here before." He said.

"You have?" You were in disbelief.

"Yeah, you've been reading the same book for two straight months now." He giggled. You followed suit.

The day you first met him will always be etched in your memory.

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[theficblog]

LITTLE LADY

LEE MINHYUNG

Prologue: Taking your grandma’s old car to the mechanic can offer you some fun, all you have to do is to just drop hints

Genre: Suggestive + Car mechanic Mark

Wordcount: 951

Prompt: "All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that."

Warnings: Suggestive content [ body descriptions ]

"I recall going to the movies with your grandfather every Saturday night back in our younger days. This car has witnessed all our good and bad times." Your grandmother gushed about the old, red convertible. It sure would have been opulent in its day, but it now only qualified as vintage.

You entered it and examined its state; some pieces were rusty, while others were dusty. All you could hope for was for this vehicle to function at all until it arrived at the mechanic. It would not have been pleasant to be stranded on the streets of this small town with a car that had broken down.

It took you a decent amount of time to reach the only garage in this little town. It wasn't too fancy, standing right at the corner of a street, with a few men working with greased tools, sweating, dressed in grey overalls. This place oddly smelled of gasoline and oil, rather musty. 

One of the guys approached you and your vintage red convertible, 'Little Lady', the way your grandparents preferred it. But it seemed as if it was not the time to be focusing on the Little Lady, but on the man that stood right in front of you.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and his sweat-soaked hair was held back by a black headband to keep it from streaming over his face. His clothing, an overall with no shirt inside, was the only thing that covered his torso. His arms were already toned, and the mechanical activities he did here simply added to that. It was not the right time to be thinking about a silly automobile.

"How can I help you?" He asked, his gaze piercing straight into yours, a little smile taking over his face. "Excuse me?" He waved his hand on receiving no response from you. 

"Umm. Yeah. Hello. I need you to, this Little Lady, fix it." Words undoubtedly came out of your mouth, but perhaps the brain was not involved, because you blurted them out without thinking, leading the guy to smile, which he concealed with a pursed mouth.

"This car." You drew a nod from him by pointing. He took a step forward and bent to inspect the vehicle. It was deep enough for your sight to peep under his baggy clothing. He was sweating till as far as your eyes could reach. His abdomen muscles were impressive, and so was his chest. The belt of his Calvin Kleins acted like the icing on the cake.

"Thirty minutes." He got back up. "You could leave it here and collect it back, or you could-" 

"I'll wait, yeah." You spoke before he finished his sentence. This man was driving you crazy.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on the chair, the only one in the garage that seemed decent enough to place your butt on. Maybe it was not often that the customers stopped by and waited. But you had to wait because, firstly, there was no way you could drive back and secondly, and more importantly, you were not by any chance going to miss this eye candy.

It was not your fault entirely. You could not even remember the last time you got decently laid, and certainly not ever since you had been in your grandma's town. "When possibilities present themselves, seize them." That's what everyone teaches, and you were preaching it right here.

When your attention returned to the man, he was absorbed in his work, completely oblivious to how desperate he was making you feel. If it had been up to you, you would have rushed towards him, ripped his clothes to shreds, and dragged him closer. However, you were never in charge of your own life.

"Mark, pass me the air jack, mate." Someone voiced from the other side. Mark. His name was Mark. 

It was manageable right before he started working on the other side, bending again, as if simply standing was not enough, this time giving you the view from the back. Maybe you were jealous, his ass game was way better than yours, you were too engrossed in staring at it, taking no notice of the time. 

Shit! You mentally cursed yourself, there he caught you. He looked at you with a questionable eye and his mouth was left open. On the other hand, you had an inexplicable expression on your face.

-

The garage was empty now, all the other men that had been working had left for their meals already, leaving only the Mark guy working alone. 

You reached back to the car, where Mark was working. "You promised me this car in about thirty minutes." You inquired as you leaned against the Little Lady. The query was more of a pretext to speak with him.

"All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that." Mark reverted back, with a smirk on his face. Was he flirting right now? Or was he just making fun of you for acting so needy and dropping all the hints?

"There you go." He handed the keys back to you. Grabbing your wrist and placing the metal keys onto your palm.

Normally, it would have taken less than five seconds for this act, but Mark was deliberately slower, brushing his fingers, tracing them from all the way to your palm to the tip of your fingers, maintaining incessant eye contact. His eyes were dark, and they were filled with lust, much like yours. 

Little Lady must have seen the highs and lows of life and romantic movie dates, but there was still some filthy experience it lacked. You and Mark fulfilled it that afternoon. 

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[theficblog]

Genre: suggestive/smut Suggested prompt for this story 🤍: 3) “All you get is me. I can’t promise you more than that.

hi, can i request a mark drabble where mc sent her car for a carwash and she saw mark the hot carwasher/mechanic wearing nothing underneath his overalls 🤤 and he caught mc staring at him bending down when he was working (can't blame her, we all know mark has a juicy butt 😍💋)

"All you get is me, I can't promise you more than that."

MARK AS A CAR WASH GUY IS HOT. THIS ONE IS GONNA BE JUICY!

@tyong-blr Thanks again for another request! Ps. Your way of requesting is so neat

[theficblog]

Hii may i request a fic with mark? Prompt 33 please! I feel like he's the type to panic lol.

“It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out”

I CAN FEEL HIM PANICKING WITH THE DUDE'S AND THE YO'S ALREADY! HE WOULD ASK YOU TO CHILL BUT IS HIMSELF SHOUTING.

Many thanks for the request, stay tuned! <3

[jaedreaminn]

I'll wait for you to like me

Pairings: Mark x Reader «past» Jeno x reader.

Characters: Mark, Jeno, Donghyuck (Haechan), Ten «hinted» Jisung, Chenle, Jaemin.

Theme: fluff, confusion, angst(but not really), open ending, happy, playful.

Word count: 1.6k

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Mark knew he was the wallflower among his brothers. While his brothers played with people's hearts he studied. While his brothers fooled around he worked hard. While his brothers stole people's hearts to only break them he broke hearts through rejections.

He never messed around, always had good grades and his only friend was his half brother Donghyuck but not by choice, the youger just latched himself onto Mark the first time Mark spoke.

Mark liked his reputation of the heartless and cold brother. He liked being the most mysterious among his brothers. He liked keeping to himself. He liked his personal space. He looed music. He like how he was very sure of what he liked. And he knew for sure that he liked you.

But you liked Jeno....

So he kept his distance and watched from the side lines. He watched how Jeno tried to gain your trust and felt a pang in his heart when you trusted the boy. He watched how you agreed to dating Jeno and he watched how you slowly fell in love with his brother. His gut twisting in longing and jealousy.

He watched sadly the day Jeno broke your heart. And never in his life did he want to punch someone so bad, let alone the person he wanted to punch being his own brother but yet he didn't because he watched how Jeno loved you back but the moment things got a bit to real for his liking he spiralled and hurt you in the process.

He watched how Jeno would look at you so fondly and after you broke up he would secretly stare at you longingly when no one was watching. How he would constantly deny his feelings for you because his friends thought that it was uncool. How he said awful things about you to his awful friends that led him astray. He hated that he had to watch Jeno lose himself.

...

"You're the only other person here?" You had startled him one day as you leaned over his desk in the news room.

He blinked once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating before nodding, "Yes I run the school news paper"

You tilted you head to the side face scrunching cutely in confusion.

"I get the work done and quite perfectly at that so the school allows me to run it alone." Mark explained and felt lighthead when you smiled at him.

"Why are you here" he blurted out coldly before you could notice the change in his face from how much blood was travelling to it.

"Well I'm going to run the newspaper with you." You casually said. Cultural shock. That's what he went through that day.

And so before he knew it, it became a new norm to spend his afternoons with you in that small cramped up room with two desks and a printer.

And for once he wasn't just watching you, he was talking to you, laughing with you, working with you and getting into petty arguments with you which would just end with Mark being all red and flustered and you giggling away. And suddenly he knew he liked you even more. And maybe he wasn't the only one that knew that little fact. And that was a problem.

It happened on one of the monthly Sunday morning family breakfasts when Mr.Lee kept picking at Tens choice for the next step in the family business which included his lover so Ten, much to Mark's dismay changed the topic, "So Mark I heard you've been having fun at school these days?" His second eldest brother teased, wiggling his brows.

Mr. Lee's cocked an eyebrow at that piece of information but Mark simply hummed and got back to eating, enjoying his peace.

But when your brother's with Lee Donhyuck peace didn't come easy.

"Oh yes he has" the boy said and Mark looked at him confused, "He's been enjoying his time with y/n working for the school newspaper together"

Mark cursed in his head, side eyeing Jeno who seemed to freeze at your name expression cold.

"Yes it's nice to have company" Mark mumbled as the topic changed yet again to something about the trouble Haechans been causing.

...

Mark watched how Jeno distanced himself from him and how his brother who was usually sweet eye smiles and mischievous laughs was now curt nodds and cold eyes.

The one thing he knew he hated was fighting with his brothers. And even though him and Jeno weren't really fighting they weren't talking to eachother either.

His mood changed drastically, sullen at the change in attitude from his younger brother but he doubts anybody would have noticed.

That's why he was shocked when you placed a cup of boba milk tea on his desk saying "because you were sad and needed cheering up" before scrunching your nose cutely and adding "and because you're the only weirdo that doesn't like coffee"

And he looked at you in awe, mouth sliglty agape and you chuckled leaning down and closing it for him as he startled at the contact recalling behind a bit.

"So Markie boy what's got you so worried" you asked sitting yourself down on his desk as he flushed over the nickname.

"My brother" he said hesitantly and saw your face harden, he knew you knew of his relation to your ex but you guys never spoke about it.

"What happened" you still asked him, expression neutral.

"Just a little confusing times between us so there's a cold war going on" he said with a defeated sigh and your lips curved downwards.

"I've see how close you are to your brothers' and how much you care for them" you said and Mark was surprised you knew that, "Whatever it is it's going to pass. After all you guys are the infamous Lee brother's. A family of old money where the brothers dont hate eachother" you joked without knowing how true and rare that was and how much he cherished that fact. Especially since all his father wanted them to do was to get 'ambitious' and steal the buisness back from Ten.

So Mark had decided that very day to confront Jeno after school, waiting patiently at his brothers car.

"You're here to talk I'm guessing?" Jeno voice called out and Mark turned around to see him walking towards the car with a friend's Mark didn't recognise, a really tall boy with pink hair, a short one with orange hair and one Jenos height with blond hair and a blue fringe.

Jeno waved goodbye to the boys as he seperated ways from them and approached Mark.

"Who are they?" Mark couldn't help but ask.

"They're from the dance team." Jeno replied not looking at his brother at all.

"You've been avoiding me" Mark accused angry that the boy coildnt even look at him now and Jeno nodded, "You're right"

"Why" Mark asked with a frown.

"Well..."

"It's because of y/n isn't it?" Mark cut Jeno off, "If your uncomfortable with me working on the newspaper with y/n then I can-"

"Can what?" Jeno laughed catching Mark off guard, "Can quit? And then what let the newspaper die with you? I actually enjoy reading those." Jeno smiled at Mark who just stood there dumbfounded.

"Look I was being petty, I broke up with y/n ages ago. If you have feelings for y/n then go for it, I shouldn't hold you back" Jeno said with a sad smile.

"But don't you like..."

"I do. But I was dumb and now I'm too late so go shoot your shot" Jeno said with a pat on Marks back and smiled sadly as he watched his brother run off to meet you. Maybe he'll get over you if dating you makes his quite and overworking brother happy and atleast a little carefree.

"Y/N!" Mark called out as he ran towards you, starteling you.

"Go out with me" he blurted as soon as he was infront of you and your eyes widened but a frown made its way to your face soon after.

"Is this some joke?" You asked angrily and Mark seemed genuinely confused.

"Look I thought you were nice but now you're trying to pull the same stunt Jeno did?" You yelled and Mark looked taken back.

"W-what no. I would never!" he replied immediately.

"I want to believe that's true but it probably isn't" you said as your eyes slowly started to glisten. "Is this funny to you Mark?"

"What? No! No y/n I really like you, have liked you way before Jeno did I swear this isn't a game" he said quickly, holding onto your hand in hopes of conveying his sincerity. But it only made you more doubtful.

"Even if it was true Mark I d-dont want to like anyone again for a while" you said tone sad and Mark felt bad, maybe he didn't think this through.

"I'll wait then" it was your turn to look confused

"Then I'll wait for you to be ready to like someone again."

You sighed but the gesture seemed so sweet and from what you knew from the little time you spent with him in that small room daily was that Mark wasn't a good liar, "It may take a long while and I might not even end up liking you. You think you're okay with that?"

Mark eyes sparkled with something unreadable but it was definitely something good. He nodded his head, determined, "No matter how long and with how little hope I have, I'll wait for you to like me."

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Lee brother's- A mini series

Previous part: Lee Taeyong

Next part: Ten Lee

[jaeminscoffee]

i'm the same anon who requested the thing abt Mark catching you getting off while you were camping w Nct 127 n i actually have another idea 🥺 imagine being camp monitors n there's a sexual tension between you n him. You share a tent n one night you wake up bc you keep hearing groans coming from his side, you try to ignore it bc like you want to give him some privacy? until you hear him groan ur name so you decide to react for real bc it's kinda obvious he's thinking abt you

Oml that's such a good thought.

you know what's another good thought?

You, my anon, should start a writinf blog of your own because you're a genius!

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

JULY | MARK LEE

Content x Trigger Warning: Mention of a panic attack, a toxic relationship, mention of death, mention of Anger issues. Angst.

Summary: You’ve been in a fight with your boyfriend and everyday just seems to get worse, so you decide to leave but not leave this way.

Note: Don’t read if you feel sensitive about any of the topics written on the content section or anything similar to it.

Inspiration from July by Noah Cyrus

“Just stop being so needy!” Mark exclaims in annoyance.

His brows furrowed and red showed in his eyes. 

“You’re just tired Mark, let me help” you reply calmly and as you walk towards him, he gently pushes you back but even in that gentleness you feel the strong grip he placed on your shirt, a grip meant for your skin.

You gulp with panic rushing down your body. “Mark, please” you try to help him. He was tired physically and mentally, you wanted to be there for him but he’s not letting you in when you thought you’ve been inside his walls for years now.

“Y/n...please stop! I don’t need your care, just stop” he screams, his voice faltering in the end. The beating of your heart fastens, is it really time to leave? you thought to yourself.

 You couldn’t handle the pain he’s been giving.

He’s been doing this for a month now and you weren’t just leaving a five-year relationship because of one fight but turns out, this wasn’t just a fight between the two of you.

 It’s a fight between yourselves, your minds.

 You feel the way the air in your lungs seem to disappear, your face turns colourless. You try to calm yourself but your breathing turns faster. You shake your head trying to fight the feeling. 

Slowly, you drop down the ground. You were having a panic attack. 

“This again!” Mark exclaims and even when he saw the way your eyes watered and your hands shook, he continued to get angry. “Stop being so needy! Stop being such a cry baby! Crying isn’t getting you anywhere!” 

Mark had anger issues, he blanks out and anger takes over him. 

He doesn’t notice how your hands fall on your sides.

“You know what?” He screams more. “Leave!”

As he said that word, you fainted. You’re head falling impact-fully on the hard floor and your skin getting scratched by it’s texture. Mark snaps back to reality and the worry in his eyes appears.

He kneels down and shakes you but no response, he places two of his fingers on the pulse near your neck. 

He waits but nothing.

When he asked you to leave, you did.

You left.

[milkeyyjaes]

LULLABY

ONE SHOT MARK BF AU

Genre: Fluff

Word Count:308

Notes: just soft things. Im writting in 1st person.

Synopsis:Mark getting off work late and etc. 

It is 1am. I have been trying to go to sleep for the past 2 hours but I still wasn't able. I stared blankly at the ceiling as I heard the door open. Mark's back. He had already come out of the shower. He smelt like fresh lavender and look extremely fluffy with his wet hair. He proceeds to seat beside where I was laying.

"Why are you still up?hmm" he hummed as he gently caress my head. His eyes were filled with concern but in a good way. He was worried about me. 

I continue to lay there. I took his hand from my head and put it where my heart is. I looked at him in the eyes. 

"Mark there is no need for you to be worried. I'm just having a lil trouble with falling asleep" I told him. I hoped that I have successfully reassured him and made him stopped worrying about me. 

He then looked straight in my eyes. It stayed like this for 3 minutes or so. He then got up and said. 

" I know what can help you sleep! I sweet lullaby could hopefully make you fall asleep." He then takes the guitar that he plays with in his free time. He starts playing John Mayer's edge of desire. I looked at his back profile. I am pretty sure he was back facing me because he was embarrassed or smth. I could see that little flush in his cheeks. As he strum the chords, I could feel a little sleepy. I love hearing his voice, even when its not warmed up. It made me feel safe. I closed my eyes and focused on his voice and my breathing. I was then slipped into the dream

world. I vaguely heard Mark said I love you. And then everything faded into black.