mark doesn’t like arguments, but he does defend what he believes in. passionately. almost to a fault. he’ll start out calm, hands up, saying, “okay, okay, i’m listening,” — but the second you challenge something he’s sure he’s right about, his eyebrows knit and he starts pacing lightly or shake his head unconsciously “i’m not trying to fight,” he insists, “i’m just saying, like, that’s not what happened.” he’s not raising his voice. he’s just stubborn. that earnest, frustrating kind of stubborn that comes from being too honest and too sure of what he remembers. and you’re tired. he can tell, but he’s still trying to finish his point, because in his mind, clearing it up will make things better. then he sees your lip tremble. everything in him deflates. he goes quiet, chewing his lip, shoulders lowering. “wait—wait, i’m sorry. i didn’t realize i was doing that,” he says softly. he sits beside you, leaning forward with his hands clasped. “explain it to me one more time, baby. i'm not gonna cut you off, i swear.” and when you finally let out what’s really bothering you, he listens for real.
—huang renjun
renjun’s biggest problem? he thinks rationality fixes everything. so when the argument begins, he goes straight into explanation mode, arms crossed, voice even, expression unreadable. “i’m not attacking you. i’m just explaining why it doesn’t make sense,” he says, which somehow makes it worse. you’re emotional. he’s logical. it’s oil and water.
the more upset you get, the more confusion flickers across his face, like he genuinely can’t grasp why you’re reacting that way. but then he sees it: the way you look away, shoulders tightening, eyes glossy. and something in him stops cold. his expression softens instantly. he uncrosses his arms, takes a step closer, voice dropping to something fragile. “hey… don’t cry. i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. he pulls you into a quiet hug, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair. “i wasn’t trying to belittle you. i just… talk stupid when i care too much.” and he holds you until your breathing steadies.
—lee jeno
jeno is a logical-first, feelings-second kind of guy. and when you argue, you feel it more than ever. you’ll raise your concern and he’ll immediately respond with something like, “okay, but objectively—” and you want to scream. he doesn’t mean to be cold. he thinks offering solutions is being caring. but sometimes his explanations sound like he’s dismissing your feelings, even when he isn’t. when you snap, “can you stop being a robot for one second?” jeno shuts down. not angrily, just internalizing. his jaw tightens, and he looks away for a moment like he’s recalibrating. when he finally speaks again, his voice is quiet, almost careful: “i’m not trying to invalidate you. i just don’t know how to handle it when you’re upset. i’m trying.” he sits next to you, hands clasped because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. “tell me what you need from me,” he says honestly. and once you explain it, he really listens and his whole demeanor shifts. “okay,” he says softly. “i can do that. i want to do that.” his effort is clumsy but genuine… and it melts you every time.
—lee haechan
haechan jokes when he’s nervous. which is the worst combination during an argument.
you’re upset, and he keeps trying to lighten the mood, tossing out comments like, “okay grumpy, relax,” not realizing he’s pouring gasoline on fire. when you finally snap, his face falls — like he genuinely didn’t expect it. around the boys he stays composed, pretending it’s fine, but the second you’re alone, he’s unusually quiet. he keeps glancing at you, eyes softening with every second. “what did i do?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. and when you tell him he hurt your feelings, his entire expression shifts — guilt taking over everything. he moves closer, tucking himself into your space, arms wrapping around your waist from the side. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “i should’ve read the room.” he kisses your cheek, nose, temple — tiny apologies scattered across your skin. “don’t shut me out, okay? i hate when you’re upset and i can’t fix it.” and he doesn’t let go until you melt into him.
—na jaemin
jaemin gets quiet. painfully quiet. he isn’t cold, he isn’t annoyed — he’s hurt. he sits still, eyes lowered, thinking too much all at once. when you snap at him, he absorbs it silently, nodding once like he deserves it. “i didn’t know i made you feel like that,” he says softly, which somehow breaks you more. he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t defend himself. he just retreats inward, processing. you move away and he follows a few steps, not suffocating, but close enough to show he cares. “i don’t want us to fight,” he murmurs. “tell me how to fix this.” and when you do, he listens like you’re giving him sacred instructions. he reaches for your hand slowly, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. “come here,” he whispers, pulling you into a slow, grounding hug. his chin rests on your head, and he holds you like he’s trying to calm both your hearts. “i’m not going anywhere,” he adds quietly. “even when we’re like this.”
—zhong chenle
chenle reacts fast. talks fast. argues fast. he’ll notice something tiny, as trivial as your mismatched socks, or your forgotten umbrella. he'll comment immediately without thinking. on a good day, you laugh it off. on a bad one, like today, it grates. when you tell him to stop nagging, he scoffs, “i’m not nagging, i’m helping,” without realizing how sharp it sounds. but the moment he notices you shivering in the cold, or your eyes watering, or your silence stretching too long — he stops mid-sentence. “wait. are you actually upset?” his voice softens in a way it rarely does. he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, his hands lingering on your shoulders. “i’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes darting away shyly. “i didn’t mean to be annoying.” he holds your hand as you walk, thumb rubbing circles apologetically. “i just worry about you. too much, probably.” and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart wobble.
—park jisung
jisung panics during arguments. he hates raised voices, even slightly sharp tones. the second he feels tension, he starts stumbling over his words, eyes widening in confusion and concern. “wait—what did i do? i swear i didn’t mean—” he keeps reaching toward you and pulling back, unsure if touching you will make it worse. when you look away, his whole face crumples. “don’t… don’t be mad at me,” he says quietly, almost pleading. he sits in front of you, knees drawn in, trying so hard to understand. “just tell me,” he begs softly. “i’ll fix it, i promise.” and as soon as you explain, he exhales shakily and scoots closer, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “i’m really sorry,” he clings to you while he whispers. “i don’t want to lose you.”
pairing: ot7 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver . . . wayv ver
genre: fluff, headcanons
a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 8th member and only girl in dream! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not! ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
mark
he'll get so flustered after ur compliments, saying something like "yo, stop... seriously!" while literally smiling
writes sooo! many! lyrics about u, he'd ask for ur opinion on them without finding out theyre rlly abt you..
loves walking with u after practice chatting, you guys always end up at his place, or getting food at a local restaurant
a date? a hangout? who knows at this point..
gets shy when the members tease him from how much he pays attention to u, "she's my friend, okay?"
expect to always be cuddled up to him during every movie night
he'd always jokingly ask u to put on spiderman. EVERY TIME.
asks for ur feedback on everything he does, secretly wanting to impress u ...🤫
calls u late at night just to talk abt random things that pop up in his mind
yap sessions galore with this man
never expect the room to be dim with his presence. especially with u around, he loves to talk
i feel like you and mark would talk in english the most too
renjun
starting off, he'd be adorably protective, scolding u if u overwork yourself, but softening with a worried smile
sings softly to u during quiet moments (his voiceee i can't)
teach u mandarin calling u beautiful just to see u blush
king of handmade gifts
omgg, the amount of snacks u guys would sneak each other so the members don't see and steal!
would send u songs that u might like, saying they reminded him of u
his gaze would just linger on u tbh!
jeno
BLUSHING GALOREEE
ok. you guys are just working out but then when he GUIDES u
like hands on hips sorta thing, he pretends it's "for safety"
that was enough to get ur legs weak more than the actual workout
he'd give u piggybacks during practice just to be silly
loves seeing u in his hoodies, pls steal them more often
yea he'd catch you if you stumble saying something like "careful, princess" HELLLOOO???
i think he'd take that as a perfect chance to steal a kiss from u
he's a smiley boy, pls compliment him to earn more smiles!
the members would tease him for how much he looks out for u but doesn't deny it at all
haechan
he'd always notice when ur tired, letting u lean ur head on his shoulder
he'd like steal ur phone to make u chase him around the practice room??
then you'd find a few selfies of himself in ur camera roll
randomly dramatically serenades u during practice breaks
if you'd go thru a haunted house, do NOT expect him to let go of ur hand. he wants u to be safe and comfortable at all times!
if ur bored u would cuddle with him and play with his hand and fingers
he'll get surprisingly jealous if u hang around another member for a while, he'd be pouting or just staring at u until u notice
expect him to be feeding u snacks, and vice versa
he actually visibly lights up after u laugh at his jokes
ohhh don't even get me started on his silliness. you'd be constantly telling him how much u love his goofiness
lowkey brags about how close u two are to the others, he acts like it's such a big achievement
jaemin
sooo sooo sooo effortlessly romantic 🫠
literally telling u "you're beautiful" as if it's the most natural thing ever
u guys would have SO many pics together
he'd always find a way to make u laugh! funny story or just jokes, as long as it means he'll be able to see u smile
he'd brush ur hair out of ur face during practice
his touch lingering just a little longer
lord the way he's just so CHARMING
plans cute outings for the two of u
yall know that vid of him and mark patting the seat in between them??
yea, when he wants u to sit next to him he WILL do that
ur insta would have candid pics of him everywhere
chenle
personal mandarin tutor
makes fun of u for pronounciation mistakes but is rlly considerate in making sure you'll get it perfect
there'd practically never be a silent moment with yall
one of u HAS to be yapping
he'd show u off
make u laugh nonstoppp his goofiness comes out more when he's with u
gets jealous if other members tease u, "only i'm allowed to do that!"
when u catch him singing he'll go "i'm practicing for you" then it ends up in a serenade
for some reason the song that pops up in my head when i wrote that hc is 'when i'm with you'
he wants to watch basketball with u just so he can spend time with the 2 things he loves
even if u hate basketball bc cmon.. u cant resist chenle
you'd jokingly get jealous about his obsession with stephen curry LMAO
when ur yapping, or he's yapping, he'd tuck a piece of ur hair behind ur ear idk
if he has like a solo schedule somewhere that requires u guys to be away for so long, expect 5 minute long videos he sends u of his day
OR just hours long facetime calls
jisung
one day he'd be shy when complimenting u, the other he'd be bold af
he just ends up zoning out looking at u thru the mirror during practice
yall would just have lots of duo dance sessions, he's like ur private teacher
king of back hugs, his arms go around ur waist
he'd always find a way to be around you so subtlety it's like he's lurking
not in a creepy way he just rlly likes u idk 🙁
ok enough of soft jisung
seeing him out of breath with messed up hair after dancing is a DIFFERENT feeling
kisses like everywhere bro
he'd like to kiss u trapping u between him and the wall
- thinks you're his best friend, his gf, his bbg, his everything
- makes you pinky promise him and takes that shit to heart
- thinks you're the funniest person alive
- is always touching you in some form, especially in front of other people
- the type to embarrass you in public and think it's really funny
- sends you every tiktok he sees that he thinks you would even vaguely like
- main form of physical affection: his arm around your shoulder with his arm hanging off of your shoulder and he expects you to hold his hand
- extremely clingy when he's drunk (canonically a lightweight) and if he's out without you he's texting you the entire night
- if you leave the room to get something rq, he just stares at the door until you come back
- biggest yes-man in the world
- if you asked for his opinion on choosing between outfits he would be so stressed cause "babe you look too good in both of them :/"
- if you showed him your eyelash curler and fake lashes he would physically flinch and be so so concerned
- asks you to use them on him so he can experience "the same pain"
- matching social media pfps
- you would catch him thanking god that you're his girl
- likes writing music with you in his lap (says he needs his muse with him all the time)
- starts fantasizing about a future with you on the second date
- go to cuddling: he's on his back and you're on your side using his arm as a pillow
- but he moves around too much in his sleep so you never wake up like that
- HES the rapper gf
- spontaneously starts beatboxing and rapping about how hot you are and sometimes goes “dude wait… this one’s kinda good i need to write this one down”
- backhugs all the time and cages his arms around you esp when you’re talking to someone else so that he can get your attention
- paints your nails for you with the utmost concentration (his tongues sticking out and everything) but it’s still messy asf
- gets flustered when you make sex jokes
nsfw under the cut !! mdni
- also backhugs and starts kissing your neck when he’s horny (it’s his signature move)
- has a sex playlist that consists of solely the weeknd and chase atlantic and plays it religiously when you're fucking
- pleasure dom - gets off on how well you're getting off
- esp the first few times he'd be super stressed about how good he is at giving you head
- when you try to give head the first time he panics and keeps saying you don't have to and asking if you're sure
- finishes in 25 seconds cause he says you just feel too good
- tries to dirty talk once but he starts mumbling it and gives up (never does it again)
- he has such a tiny waist, he's super into it when you grab his waist or back when he's on top of you
- loves it when you put his arms around his neck
- he's really into putting you in odd positions, loves it when your legs are around his waist/shoulders
- mating press
- whiner over groaner
- really into riding, especially when he doesn't have to do too much of the work (he's a busy guy)
- if you came out of the shower and dropped your towel in front of him to walk to the bedroom he's tripping over himself to follow you
- very obvious afterglow, everyone can tell when he's just fucked
- makes really distinct faces when he's fucking
- would try to convince you to let him record your moans to use in the back of his songs (he's half-joking)
- trails kisses down you and is super into eye contact when he does it too
- always needs to see your face when you're fucking
- starts begging way too early when you even think about edging him
- loves when there’s visible scratches on his back so that it’s just a little secret between the two of you
- every time he tries to edge you and you start whining or getting a little upset he gives in super easily cause he just loves you too much
- carries you to the shower to clean the both of you off but he never tries anything in there, it's only about you
a/n יִ،⠀i've had this prompt for a few weeks already, and im proud to say im making it a series! i hope you'll enjoy the series first starting off with mark ^^
prompt יִ،⠀"having a bf is like having a misbehaved child." and you think about it a lot when you see bf!mark running towards the white sand with his shovel and bucket in hand.
as a child, mark only experienced the coldness of winter
the city that he lived in, the country, canada, boasts a cold temperature every winter season
and when he had the chance to experience summer in his country, his summer break usually consisted of him going back to seoul with his parents
a city full of skyscrapers—opposite to what he wanted to see in his summers
everywhere he looked from social media, pictures sent by his friends
and even his parent’s pictures of going to the beach without him as he was already, what they liked to call him, "a fully-fledged adult"—he would be envious of them
he only experienced summer in the confines of the pool
he wanted sand
he wanted to dig in anything that was sand
mark was getting tired of thinking of snow as sand
it was cold, it melts, and is annoying to get rid of
but sand?
sand, for him, was a privilege
it was that serious for him
so when you invited your bf!mark for a summer beach getaway this summer break
his eyes sparkled in delight
he took you in a tight embrace, carrying you and swirling you and him around the room as he repeated a bunch of thank you's
and you giggled, happy to see him in this state
as soon as he saw the view of the beach, the smell of salt air, the crashing waves, and the white sand, he wasted no time
he got his sand-digging supplies on the backseat of the car when you were done parking the car
then ran giddily barefooted on the soft and warm ground of sand
“mark! wear your sunscreen first!” you yelled at him, and he immediately ran over to you, his feet running in place as he stood in front of you
“hot! hot! hot!” he complained
the sand wasn't warm. it was scorching hot with the sun confidently glaring from the skies
“you should've worn your slippers before going out to the sand.” you nagged at him as he patiently waited for you to apply sunscreen all over his face, neck, and arms
at this point, you're already asking yourself if this was a date or if you were just treating his inner child
“go get your slippers in the car.” you said to him
“on it!” mark went back to your car parked behind you
you chuckled, finding his enthusiasm adorable, and walked to the car, applying your sunscreen on the car's side mirror
the noise on the trunk of the car filled with shuffling and displacing of things, mark humming to himself a made-up tune
“where art thou thine slippers?” the lyrics went on, and you giggled
it took a while before mark called you out
“babe?”
“yeah?” you answered, now applying sunscreen on your neck
“i think i forgot to pack my slippers…”
that's why you had an ominous feeling ever since you saw him filling up his things
he prioritized his shovel and sand bucket first, after all
“that's because you're too busy packing your shoveling supplies.” you replied
“sorry.” he apologized, a bit down that he couldn't play peacefully on sand
“just use my slippers.” you suggested, wiping evenly the white cast of the sunscreen on your neck. “i'll be staying in the shade, so i don't really need them.”
mark then ran towards you
stopped, as he stood beside you
and you're startled
you turned to look at him, seeing him smiling ear to ear
“what?” you asked with suspicion
he was saying nothing and had only been looking at you silently with a big smirk on his face for a few seconds already
he then wrapped his arms around your waist and showered kisses all over your face
you giggled at this, gently pushing him away since you had just applied your sunscreen
“i just finished wearing my sunscreen, you dummy!” you complained
but he knew you loved it
because despite you pushing him away,
you were smiling and laughing
he tightened his embrace, pulling you in closer and gave a final peck on your lips, leaving you stunned
and flushed
“i love you, babe. thank you for lending me your slippers.” he grinned
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to call you 'dude' in a playful way but gets sulky when you call him anything else other than 'baby' or 'sweetheart'
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to bring you little souvenirs from around the world after his tour and while giving them to you he would say "saw this and thought of you" or "saw it and thought you would like it"
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to play the guitar for you if you can't sleep and refuses to go to sleep if he doesn't make sure that you are sleeping
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to lay on your stomach while you are on your phone just so he can be closer to you
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to be so obsessed with your thighs that he physically can't keep his hands off of them. You would be sitting on the couch watching tv or reading a book and he would just come and lay on your lap or sit next to you placing his hand on your thigh giving slight squeezes every now and then
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to see you in a more formal attire and not be able to take his eyes off you. He would stare all the time with those sparkly eyes of him and if you ask if you look weird he would smile and kiss your lips whispering in between kisses telling you how you are the prettiest person he has ever met
Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to send you good morning and good night texts everytime he is on tour just to check on you even if you have a huge time difference, you know you will always cute texts from him
ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.
✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au
life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.
✰ JENO — coffee shop!au
it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"
✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au
lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?
✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au
when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.
✰ CHENLE — blind date!au
you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.
✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au
you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?
perv!mark who steals panties every time he’s over or takes them off of you he has a growing collection in his car and his room
perv!mark who can’t get enough of your chest his lips constantly finding your nipples licking and sucking
perv!mark who sends you videos of him getting off moaning your name while he shakily films himself in front of the mirror groaning as he coats his reflection in cum
perv!mark who likes to drag cold popsicles over your skin creating goosebumps that he chases with his tongue
perv!mark who loves when you play with his hair but pulls your hands away before he can get hard
perv!mark who records your whines and whimpers and moans and then puts them in a song and he can’t help but touch himself while he’s working on it
perv!mark who blushes when anyone talks about sex but his brain is full of the dirtiest fantasies
perv!mark who accidentally calls you mommy
perv!mark who lays beneath you with your ass is in his face he has his laptop sitting on your back while you play on your phone and he secretly opens his albums flipping through your pictures and videos getting hard beneath you he toys with your cheeks pulling them apart to stare at your cunt up close dragging his fingers from your clit to your rim
perv!mark who would pay you to mail him your panties if you were going to be away from each other for a long time
perv!mark who “accidentally” catches you touching yourself but of course he doesn’t announce himself just watches in the shadows
perv!mark who leaves his shirt on you while he sucks on your nipples getting the white fabric sticky and wet
