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fratboy!mark spots you before you even get the chance to pretend you don’t see him.
you barely make it to the kitchen when he’s there, leaning against the counter like he’s been waiting for you, solo cup in hand, that signature smirk already in place. he tips his head slightly, eyes dragging over you with blatant interest before locking onto yours.
“didn’t take you for the party type, pretty girl.”
you huff, grabbing a drink without sparing him a real look. “i’m not.”
mark just grins, shifting so he’s a little closer, just enough to make you aware of him. “then why are you here? could’ve just texted me if you wanted to see me that bad.”
you shoot him a look. “you wish.”
he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “see, you keep saying stuff like that, but here we are, talking. again.” he takes a sip from his drink, smirking over the rim. “starting to think you might actually like me.”
you scoff, crossing your arms. “you think every girl likes you.”
“not every girl,” he corrects smoothly, eyes flicking to your lips for half a second before meeting your gaze again. “just the ones that i know do.”
you inhale sharply, forcing yourself not to react. “you’re insufferable.”
“and yet, you’re still here.” he shifts even closer, his voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch. “how about this—let me take you out. just one date. if you don’t have a good time, i’ll stop bothering you.”
you narrow your eyes. “…and if i somehow do?”
his smirk deepens, teasing and entirely too smug. “then you admit you like me.”
you roll your eyes, turning away, but not before he chuckles, tapping his cup against yours. “think about it, pretty girl. i’ll be waiting.”
genre : another silly drabble i CANNOT stop thinking abt !
summary : you weren't always in marks life, but from the start of your relationship, you knew there was something special about him. whether it be his handsome face, his calm demeanor, his silly jokes, or his love for his son, it made you all the more fall head over heels with the boy.
a/n : this in no way represents any of these idols ! this is purely for fun and just a headcanon i have personally! ♡ gender-neutral reader by referenced as "mommy"
mark looks over the sunset on the horizon, "min- ill race you to the water!" he smiles, the pair trying (and struggling) to remove their shoes and socks, both desperate to run to the edge of the sand where the water met the sand like a couple in love. you chuckle softly to yourself, watching the pair run, their laughs carrying in the wind and making you feel warm.
after carefully removing your shoes, you step into the warm sand, letting your toes sink in as you curl and uncurl them, normally you hated sand between your toes. but you took the time to enjoy this warm feeling, the slightly salty wind on your face. youre brought back to reality when you hear the little boy softly call out to you
"mommy! come play with daddy and i!" the young boy squeals happily, currently being "airplaned" through the air in marks arms.
you cant help the smile that etches its way onto your lips, setting the bag of the dinner you packed down and padding over, barely having time to roll your pants up before mark is splashing water at you.
"mark!" you squeal, splashing him back and lifting minjun into your arms, spinning around with him. "hi sweet boy.." you coo, gently nuzzling your nose against the little boys face, letting him down when he squeals to play again, watching him run up and "tackle" mark down into the water.
after heading back up to the sand to set your towels out and unpack the food, you watch fondly as the two loves of your life play in the water.
a/n : a short one but i absolutely love this idea ;")
style: coffee shop au, non-idol au wc:861 cw: fluff
calla's note: sorry if there are any inaccuracies, i haven't written a coffee shop au before.
Mark's eyes darted between the clock and the door of the coffee shop as he sprayed the worktop with disinfectant. It was eleven o'clock, almost time for his first break of the day, but that's not what he was excited for. No, eleven was when you, y/n would come into the shop for your daily refreshment. The feelings that arose when he thought about you were somewhat bittersweet. You were extremely pretty, you dressed well, and you were very polite, leading to Mark catching feelings (though he was too embarrassed to admit it to himself); however, your order was a constant reminder to Mark that he was out of your league- a hot chocolate with a crema topper and syrup in the shape of a heart.
Every day, you had the same order. It would have been cute if it was for you, but yesterday, Mark had been bold enough to make a remark on it. He shuddered as he recalled the memory.
“It's not for me,” you had smiled, looking down at the counter. “It's for someone special.” “Who might that special person be?” Mark had said in reply. You had avoided the question, tapping your card on the reader to pay and leaving the shop immediately. Mark felt humiliated with himself for being overfamliar with you, but he still wondered who the mystery individual was.
If the syrup was in the shape of a heart, he thought, wiping down the worktops, then it was for a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Definitely a romantic relationship, either way. Some men were douchebags, and would keep on pestering even if there was romance on the scene. It was possible that you'd assumed that he was one of those types of people. He wrung out the cloth in the sink. Did he really give off the air of an obsessed alpha wannabe?
Mark looked up at the clock again. It was five past eleven. You were always in at eleven on the dot. Maybe you had decided to go to another coffee shop, intimidated by yesterday's question. Mark shook his head as he threw the cloth in the laundry box. He wished that he hadn't been so keen on you. Now he'd managed to chase you away.
The door to the coffee shop opened and two people shuffled in- an elderly lady with a long coat and scarf holding tight onto the arm of a younger lady with nice clothes…
Y/n.
“Hi, Mark,” you giggled nervously, cheeks pink as you and the elder approached the counter. “Sorry it took us so long to come in today. My grandmother really wanted to see you.” The elderly lady peered at Mark, and a grin brightened her lined face. “So this is the one who's been making my daily hot chocolates! What a handsome young man!” You nodded in agreement. “I suppose that this was the perfect time to introduce you guys to each other. Mark, this is my grandmother. She's…she's been ill for a long time, so I buy her a hot chocolate from here every morning to make her day. Gran, this is Mark. He's the nice man who makes your hot chocolate for you.”
Your grandmother winked at you. “The one you talk about every time you get the chance? How he smiles at you, how he takes extra time making the drink, how you think you might be in-”
“GRAN! Please don't!” You put your finger to your lips to silence her, but she wasn't fazed. “Our y/n is obsessed with you, Mark,” she said. “Thank you for making a positive change for both of us. I love your hot chocolate, and y/n loves talking to you.”
Mark breathed a sigh of relief. So it was just a misunderstanding, on his part, simple as. And there was the added joy of you feeling the same way as he did towards you. “Obsessed” was the word that your grandmother had used. “The drinks are on me today,” he smiled. “We only came in for my grandmother's drink,” you piped up. Your grandmother budged you hard in the ribs. “Y/n! Take a hint!”
Once the drinks were done, Mark slid them towards you. “Don't tell anyone about this,” he whispered, looking over his back quickly at the other staff and then whipping out his own card to pay for the beverages. To his delight, you and your grandmother stayed inside to drink that day. Mark continued to work, but every time he looked at you, he was delighted to find you staring right back at him, eyes sparkling with reverence.
At last, it was quarter past eleven- time for his break. Mark paused, but then grabbed the business card from the holder on the counter. His cheeks reddened as he scribbled his phone number on the back of it, and he wasn't able to look you in the eyes as he passed it to you, mumbling, “just in case you forget the name of the coffee shop.” As he left the shop, he saw you and your grandmother gushing over the business card excitedly.
A/n: Alright, Here is the cute and flirty aftercare, I know I posted this before the Seggs part. Yeah sorry, I want it to be spicy 🤧 Anyway enjoy! I also Use Mark's Korean name 'Minhyung' and shorten it to 'Min' so no confusion.
Wordcount: 800
Part One: Baby Dont Like it
Part Two: Highway to Heaven
Part Three: Here
Light giggles heard into the wee hours of the morning. Your legs around your Valentine's waist, straddling him. You looked down at him from above. Holding his hands down at his side. The both of you, naked and fresh out of the shower.
Tiredness washing over him,"I take it..I did a well?" Mark asked looking up at you. Seeing you in nothing but his T-shirt was something he'd never imagine would come true.
"Mark, Kitten– you did an amazing job."
Your boyfriend, sliding his warm hands along your thighs. His thumbs gently rubbing your skin in tiny cirles. "I know you already answered me the first time...but are you sure you're okay Y/n?"
A smile spreading across your face as you leaned down. Your hands cupping Marks cute face a such, topping it off with a little kiss to his nose. "I'm alright Mark. I promise."
"Good, I just wanted to make sure." You're boyfriend smiles sitting up straight with you still straddling him. His hands slowly creeping up from your thigh, under your shirt and to your waist. The sudden and swift feeling of Mark's hot hands sending shivers up your spine.
"I like this..", Mark says looking up at you.
Your hands resting on your boyfriend's shoulders. "Like what?" Tugging on the shirt you're wearing, messing with you a little. "You in nothing but my shirt", he admits.
"Ooh, I see. What about when I take It off?"
Mark wrinkles his nose, "There should be no suprise on how I feel about seeing you naked. You felt it all night, didn't you?"
You smiled, recalling the events, then about how hard you'd been clinging to your boyfriend.
"Speaking of which– I'm err..Sorry about those scratches Kitten", you apologize.
Mark laughes paying them no mind. Looking at the now inflamed scratchs on his biceps, feeling the burning sensation from the ones on his back.
"Oh please, I like them. They're like my little trophy scars."
"They don't hurt?"
"No, just burn a little–", he pauses, lowering his voice just a little. "It's nothing to worry about, I should get used to it."
"Huh? Why? How come?"
"Well..I do plan on getting more. A collection of these beautiful scars hm? What do you think Y/n?"
Suddenly, being lifted and put on your back. Mark now on top of you, catching you by surprise. You attempt to hide your face with your hand but fail because of Mark locking fingers with yours.
That coy smile as he looked down at your restricted form. "You're incredibly shy whenever I do something you seem to really love, hm?" Your breath hitched, heart racing, now your eyes avoiding his contact; this boyfriend of yours was catching on to your little habits.
"M-Min, you're...I-"
Interupted by a kiss of his, embraced by his plump cushions. Almost like silk, so smooth, your heart began to melt all over again. Mark pulls away, his hands release yours; his thumb now grazing your bottom lip.
"It's okay to be shy Y/n. Besides, I know what you like now, so I can help you get un-shy."
You push up at Mark's chest, shocked by the sudden confession. "You pervert", you said flustered. Meanwhile, Mark chuckles finding your little conversation amusing.
"Oh? I wasn't a pervert an hour ago–" Your boyfriend said, kissing your jawline. Flushed face and hiding your face in your hands. "Okay, Okay. I'll stop Y/n." Mark said, plopping to the side of you.
Naturally, you get close to him. "Good kitten...otherwise I'd have to punish you."
"Not Against it", He remarks. Mark's arms weave around you, his hand now softly rubbing your lower back. "Of course you aren't", you say jokingly rolling your eyes.
His fingers gently tracing lines and patterns as he looked down at you. "By the way, Y/n? Are you free tomorrow or..later today?" Mark asks.
You yawn as you answered,"Of course, what did you have in mind?"
Mark chuckles at your little yawn, smiling wryly afterwards. "Eh..well, I'll let you in on the full details tomorrow, okay? Lets get you some sleep beautiful."
"That sounds delightful." You said with a smiled. Mark slings his arm around you, pulling you close. There was no need for covers, seemed like Mark was warmer. Though, you didn't complain, you loved it.
"I love you Minhyung."
Sweet lips place a kiss upon you forehead then your nose, then with his thumb underneath your chin, your lips. A cute, meaningful peck..
Your hands mold into mine so effortlessly, your heat moving into my cold. Every bit of you seemed to welcome every inch of me and to be honest, I’m not complaining. I want to hide under a thick blanket with you, nose touching, breathing in each other's mouth and legs tangled comfortably.
This was the very first time I’ve ever cuddled with a boy. It felt so right; kind of like putting your playlist on shuffle and your favourite song comes on.
Mark’s heart was racing, to the point where I could hear and feel it vibrating against me. Was he nervous? I didn’t have the courage to ask. His arm wraps around me tighter, pulling me close enough to leave me breathless for a few seconds.
Then I feel his soft lips on my forehead...kissing the bad nightmares away.
I calmed myself before I snuggled closer into his chest.
His hands slowly moved down from my arm to my waist, encircling the exposed skin from my raised white shirt. I shut my eyes tighter, memorising the feeling of comfort in a human's hand.
He didn’t know I could feel everything he’s doing, I’m fast asleep in his head, in a state where he could be vulnerable and give me affection without being scared.
Mark is never affectionate when I’m awake, instead he settles for soft hugs and sometimes a single peck on the lip when he feels like it. He didn’t want to show a lot ‘cause he was scared that if he started, he won’t be able to stop.
He was scared of loving, of giving and not getting anything back, to be taken advantage of.
So while he learns and gets used to the way our fingers interlock effortlessly and the way I hug him a second longer every single day, I’ll wait in my sleep, secretly pushing his nightmares away.
