#mark fluff imagines

[hyucksong]

[8:42pm]

   Scars and bruises littered his body, black run-down vans with the signatures of his friends scribbled in sharpie on the side, loose-fitting brown cargo pants that had snacks for later in them, a long-sleeved thrashers shirt with their signature flames on the side, and finally, a single black beanie that covered his poorly-taken-care-of black and blonde hair. 

   He’d skate around the city with his friends, periodically falling and laughing, and finally breaking out into the most beautiful smile when he landed a trick, exclaiming ‘yes!’ as he jumped around, getting up to do it again. His board was filled with scuffs and the wheels were near time to replace, but nevertheless, it had a nostalgic charm. On the underside of his favorites skateboard, was a lion that you drew for him when he first met you. Sometimes you’d catch him staring at it, wiping the dirt off of it with his sleeves. 

   Mark was rough around the edges, never without a bandaid, never without his board, and never without his signature breathtaking smile. Mark was shy, choosing to scratch his neck in awkwardness rather than talk to the new people his friends invited out. Mark was perseverant, and no matter the number of times he fell down and nearly broke his neck, sprained his ankle, or otherwise, he always got up again, and again, and again. You couldn’t help but watch him from the tattoo studio you apprenticed at, he was always in the park in front of it. 

   The first time he came in and saw you, it only took a few minutes of conversation to convince him to let you draw something on the back of his beloved board. “It’s a lion! Doesn’t it look like you?” Mark scratched the back of his neck, as usual, “I guess it kinda does...thanks.”  And the next day, he came back, inviting you out to watch him skate with his friends. Of course, you’d accepted. 

   Mark’s heart was on his sleeve, but he was strong. And luckily, he presented the sleeve of his forearm to you so you could sketch your love onto him. And of course, you first tattoo was a simple one.

   A black and blonde lion with a beanie. He loved it, but mostly, he loved you. 

[nctzenina]

[6:17 P.M.] you're in your apartment, nextdoor to mark, when you hear him practicing guitar again. you secretly listen every time you hear the soft tunes of his guitar. since the walls are thin, you also hope he doesn't hear you singing in the shower everyday. it's embarrassing but that doesn't make you stop. mark figures out you listen to him in secret one day when he's about to take a shower and he hears you humming his guitar melody from earlier in the day. (mark also hears you singing in the shower and he imagines you two in a duo together but at the same time is suppressing the loudest laughter ever.)

[alltimeblurbs-blog]

[07:43] you woke up looking at your phone seeing an unread text on your phone from your boyfriend, mark with a video message attached to it the text read, ‘happy birthday, baby, remember that I’ll always love you.’ you opened the video and started listening to it, when the video was over you started getting ready for school, feeling happy that you had the best boyfriend.

[nctzenina]

[12:00 A.M.] you're on your way home, overthinking about your break-up with mark for the hundredth time. it was a year ago and you haven't seen him since, but you always wished you could see him just one more time. and then god answers your prayers.

"[name]?"

you turn around at the sound of your name, and you see mark. he's wearing a black hoodie, a pretty boring outfit overall but he looks good in just about anything. you wished you could melt into a puddle right there on the sidewalk but you take a deep breath and talk to him.

"haven't seen you in a... while, mark."

you gulp and start to overthink once again. and then, oh god, it starts to rain out of nowhere. you curse under your breath and try to find a cab. you eventually do find a cab, but then mark also climbs in the car.

"i'm tired, i'm soaked, i have zero money on me." was his answer to the question you were about to ask him, "what the actual fuck are you doing?"

he sighs and he looks so angelic in that moment. you feel all these feelings rush into you. you feel a stab in your heart when he holds your hand when he's asleep in the backseat. the stab in your heart started to hurt, and you wondered if this strange, sweet pain was love.

[hyucksong]

[6:43am]

   Prince!Mark gazes out the castle window from the security of his room. The winds are chilly in the morning without the sun, and with that, he decided to stay inside, for the time being, the chilly air from outside biting at his soft skin. Mark finds that sitting on the window sill with his back resting on a pillow and gazing out his grand window into the vast city below him is the perfect way to spend his free time. He’s watching his people, analyzing their daily tasks and observing the way the city runs; but most importantly, he gets to watch you.

   You, the gardener the castle hired to come in once a day and tend to the greenery surrounding the stony building. Mark wakes up every day, extra early, before the sun makes its full appearance over the horizon, to watch you joyfully walk up the hill towards the heavy hickory doors of the toolshed. Truthfully, Mark didn’t know why he was so infatuated with you. You were a simple commoner girl with a renowned green thumb. All you did was skip into the rose garden and play music for the flowers every day, because they, “needed to enjoy the wonders of music, too.” 

   Maybe it was because every day you’d look up into the Prince’s room and wave with a smile so bright and beautiful sunflowers couldn’t help but take their attention from the sun and place it on you. Maybe it was because every day, Mark would shyly wave back, and in response, you’d leave a flower for him hidden in the bushes on the first floor, underneath his quarters. 

   Mark has no idea why he’s so in love with you, but if he had to guess, it was probably because the mere sight of you caused his heart to beat so fast, his face turn so red, that the Royal Doctor, Jaehyun, had to make him lay down. 

   Mark has absolutely no idea why he’s in love with you, but he guesses that it has something to do with you being you.