#mark lee cute

[wishiberry]

you look good in red

fluff . no warnings!

pairings mark x gn!reader

read pt 2 ➪ here !

{7:45pm} ﹋ ֪֢ ♡︩ ·

you lied on your bestfriend!mark’s bed as he was humming and looking at his phone simultaneously. neither of you said anything, you just kept each other company while you were in your own worlds.

you admired the boy, tracing an imaginary outline of his soft features. you giggled at his subtle reactions to whatever he came across on that screen.

you couldn’t help but notice how the color of his shirt complimented his skin tone and features so well.

“you look good in red.”

mark looks up from his screen

“me?.. oh thanks”

“yeah…you should wear red more often..” you yawned as you flipped over to lie on your other side, hoping to seem collected through your embarrassment.

now you and mark were facing away from each other.

“what about you?” mark breaks the brief silence.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean do you look good in red?”

“oh uh i don’t know…”

“well then let’s see.”

mark grabs a hoodie, nearly the same color as his shirt, from his closet and tosses it to you.

“here, put this on.”

you slip his hoodie on.

mark takes a step back and pretends to contemplate how you look, although he already knew.

“hmmmmm…. maybe red isn’t your color..” mark teased.

you scoffed, and turned around to lie facing away from him.

“i’m kidding!!!!!” he giggled.

“y/n”

you felt the bed sink in slightly as mark lied down next to you.

“turn around”

you shifted over to lay on your other side to be faced with mark looking at you with fixed, careful eyes.

“y/n.”

“yeah?..”

“you do look good in red.”

read pt 2 ➪ here !

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[jaecrivaine]

A Gentle (and Much Needed) Reminder

Hello friends, Jae here with an exciting post, my first request!! 

can i request smtng about the fem reader had insecurities and in the end mark reassured her that shes the one that he only had eyes on,, hehehe ill leave it up to you to make your own story plot n twist!

Thank you @mellowvoidexpertfriend​ for your request! I hope you like this <333 Also if anyone is ever feeling insecure, let me be your personal Mark & remind you that you are beautiful, talented, and worthy of so much love <3 

Pairing: NCT Mark x Fem!Reader

Fluff <33 TW: Insecurities(?) 

You groaned, looking in the mirror for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Mark had planned a special day for you two after his practice, but you couldn’t find anything to wear. Sighing, you pulled on a simple dress, it was casual enough for a nice summer date but nice enough that it made you feel pretty in it. 

Or, it used to. 

You sat on the bed of your shared apartment in distress. You used to love this dress, but it seems like it had been too long since you’ve last worn it and it didn’t fit the way it used to. Looking up, you caught sight of yourself. You noticed all the little things about yourself- your makeup didn’t look quite right, and your hair wasn’t laying the way you wanted it to. 

Normally, things like this wouldn’t bother you, but lately you haven't been feeling your best. It didn’t help that Mark had been preparing for another comeback, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t be worried about him surrounded by his female staff members, or by female idols and trainees, it still got to you sometimes. 

You lost track of time, pouting at your reflection in the mirror, sitting there with thoughts of Mark and his female colleagues, colleagues that were definitely prettier than you, more fun to be around, more talented, dressed better- 

“Baby?” Mark pulled you out of your thoughts, entering the apartment. You heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom, peeking into the door and spotting you sitting at your vanity, sat in the dress you had put on a couple of hours ago. A smile appeared on his face, but it left just quickly when you made eye contact through your mirror. “What’s wrong?” He rushed over, still looking at you through the mirror and pulling your back into his chest, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. “Are you okay? Did something happen??” 

You shook your head, finally turning around to calm him, “Nothing happened, everything is fine-” 

“No, something is bothering you, I can tell. Just tell me what it is, baby,” he pulled his computer chair over to sit near you, grabbing your hand and rubbing circles lightly with his thumb. You sighed, knowing there was no way he would let this go. 

“I just-” you pouted, not knowing how to explain how you were feeling. “I was just thinking about you at work, and how you work with so many girls who must be a lot prettier and a lot more talented than me, and-” you paused, looking for the right words. “-and I was having trouble getting dressed and my makeup isn’t right and my hair is messed up-” 

“Oh, baby,” Mark pulled you to sit in his lap, brushing your hair out of your face lightly before wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady. “You look beautiful. You always look beautiful, okay?” One of his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head down to kiss your forehead, nose, and lips lightly. “Way more beautiful than any other girl I see. I promise, you have nothing to worry about.” 

You just nuzzled into his neck, you knew there was nothing to worry about but you were grateful for the reminder. He rubbed soothing circles into your back before picking you up and laying both of you under the covers in bed. 

“How about we just stay in and order take out today?” He suggested after he pulled away from you. You pouted again, brows furrowed in confusion since you knew he had wanted to go to the new restaurant down the block for a date. He noticed your expression, giggling and kissing the spot between your brows. “I know we were supposed to go out, but I think we should stay in so I can remind you how much I love you. We can go to that restaurant another day.” 

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, “You always know how to make me feel better. Thank you, Mark.” 

“Anything for you, baby. I love you so so so much,” he pulled you close to him by your waist, peppering kisses all over your face and commenting softly about how beautiful and talented and fun you were in between all the kisses, making you giggle. 

“I love you too,” you leaned in to return all the kisses. 

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[dreamark127]

[hyucksong]

[3:00am]

   You sped down the empty streets, the sound of your engine revving occupying your mind. The buildings and lampposts turned into blurs as you raced past them. Your arms were tense, sitting on the wheel at ten and two as your knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. 

   As you whipped around corners and u-turns, you heard the familiar sound of someone else’s engine behind you. Your eyes didn’t even need to flick to your rear view mirror to see the all-too-well-known and hated white Toyota Supra tailing you. A groan left your lips, and you rolled down your window and slowed down barely three miles. Streetracer!Mark pulled up next to you, glancing between you and the road ahead with a smirk on his face.

   “Y/n.” He made eye contact with you, sending adrenaline rushing through your body. A sour sneer graced over your features; this was the man that beat you every other race, always by a little margin. You were a reigning champion in racing, except for when you raced with Mark. It was always a 50/50 chance who would win -- and you hated it. 

   “Mark.” You mocked, your words sharp and fierce. “This is my race. Beat it.” He laughed at your words, shaking his head before adjusting his grip on the white-leather decorated wheel. “I’d never let you win, Princess.” His nickname made you wince and turn forward in your car, speeding up. The distant cheers of car enthusiasts kicking you back to your senses. 

   “How about this,” He started, speeding up along with you. “If I win this race, you got out with me. If you win this race, you’ll never see me or my Toyota Supra again.” You exasperatedly chuckled and shook your head, rolling up your window without a response to his teasing words. 

   You grinned when you heard the engine beside you get louder, if that was possible. You did the same, stepping on the gas so hard you were sure you almost broke the pedal. You took off, tunneling your vision on the finish line that had girls in bikinis and men in speedos waving large flags around. A part of you wondered how the police never stopped the wild competitions, yet the far-away sounds of sirens reminded you to never speak too soon. 

   “Shit.” You muttered, the flashing lights glaring at you from all your mirrors. You made eye contact with Mark, a look of panic coming over you both. Suddenly, Mark waved his hand for you to follow him, speeding past the race line and turning right, the screech of his tires leaving physical evidence on the street pavement. 

   You followed his car, the sirens greeting more and more silent; even the loud sounds of the crowd zoning out the further away you got. Though, you were sure it was because they all scrambled at the sound of the encroaching police. You let out a breath you were holding, turning into Mark’s car garage. It was blended in with the Seoul city-scape on the outside, but the inside was luxurious; no doubt from the money he won with racing. You took the key out of the ignition, and stepped out of the car feeling sweaty from nerves. Police chases always did this to you, and you cursed as you realized you’d have to change the exterior of your car again to make sure they couldn’t track you down. 

   “So,” You looked at Mark, who was walking towards your car with an unusual nervous aura. He leaned on the hood of your car, facing you. “I made it across the finish line first.”

   “We were being chased by the police, Mark.”

   “But I still beat you?” He retorted, his face scrunching. Despite his funny face, you felt yourself get lost in him. His cologne smelled of wet roses with a blend of his own musk, which was weirdly attractive to you. His brow was lightly lined with sweat, and his face was flushed just like yours. His close-ness made you uncharacteristically submissive, which you liked in his presence, but it also pissed you off a little. 

   You silenced yourself and any snarky remarks and thought about it for a second. Mark was a cocky racer, he knew he was good and used it to intimidate other racers into submission. He was gifted and continuously used his skills to flirt with you, despite your constant rejection. Despite those traits, he was goofy. He made you laugh when you weren’t going head-to-head, and he listened to some of your concerns when you were drunk off your ass. Mark...wasn’t that bad of a guy. An ass, yeah -- but a good buy nonetheless. 

   You frowned and sighed. “If you promise to not be an asshole about winning,” You shrugged, “Then sure, why not.”

   The answer seemed to surprise him, as he let out a cry of victory(?). His fists went up into the air, an almost child-like expression came over him. It was oddly endearing, and as you watched as he bit his lip to hide his smile, his cheeks turning redder than before, you thought that maybe he wasn’t as big of an ass as you thought. 

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