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[honeyct]

[ 0.04 AM ]

“can’t sleep?” your best friend and roommate, mark, murmurs. he squints, bleary eyed, at the light let in through the doorway behind you. you shake your head with a small “sorry,” keeping your tone hush and quiet as it’s clear he was just getting to sleep and you feel bad for disturbing him.

he lets out a sleepy groan as he pushes himself up on his elbows, “no, don’t be sorry,” his voice gets clearer as he comes to his senses, rejoining the realm of the awake, “not your fault. come here,” he gestured to the bed beside him.

you pull your blanket closer around your shoulders and shuffle over to sit by him. he lets himself lay back down, but reaches up to rub your arm in a comforting up and down motion, his thumb occasionally brushing in circles. “what is it?” he asks, voice full of concern now that he’s awake enough to register how troubled you seem.

you bite your lip to stop yourself from pouring out your entire mind to him. you’ve been finding it difficult to sleep lately, your mind always full and buzzing with thoughts, not to mention the persistent threat of the nightmares that keep infiltrating the few hours you actually manage to rest. you’ve hardly slept in weeks.

he can tell what’s wrong just from your expression and shakes his head, “sorry, you don’t have to say anything.” he knows about your nightmares and how stressed you’ve been recently.

“i’m so tired, mark,” your whisper comes out almost like a sob, and you feel tears forming in your aching eyes.

“i know,” he hushes you as he pulls the covers back and lets you slide down and lay next to him, before he wraps them back around you, along with his arms, “i know,” he repeats as one of his hands reaches up into your hair, his fingers absent-mindedly wandering through it in a way that soothes you. you’re too tired to understand the way it sends a warm tingling feeling all the way through you.

“i know,” he whispers again. before he can think, his lips brush softly against your temple, “it’s okay,” and in that moment you know that it is. it’s okay. mark’s hold around you feels so utterly right and safe. you’re too tired to take in the fact that mark just kissed you. you just sigh deeply as you drift into dreams in your best friend’s arms, whose gentle hands wipe the tears from your cheeks.

[sxfterhearts]

66. [6:04 pm]

“Damn it,” Mark cursed under his breath as the two of you exited the restaurant and was immediately met with menacing grey clouds that threatened to spill rain droplets over the innocent people roaming the streets. “We were supposed to have a picnic by the Han River, but I guess it’s not possible now…” He trailed off, clutching the bag of takeaway dakgalbi in disappointment, his shoulders slumped and his lips forming a deep pout.

“It’s fine, Mark,” You reassured, huddling closer to him as a strong gust of wind threatened to blow you away. You locked arms with his and guided both of you towards the subway entrance.

He huffed out a huge sigh. “I had the perfect date planned, Y/N! We were gonna get dessert at that bingsu place you like, then watch the sunset from Namsan Tower.” Mark continued, his sorrow clearly written all over his face.

“Mark, baby, I don’t mind,” You tugged him along, making sure that he got out his T-money card in time and urged him towards the correct train line that would take you two back to his apartment. “As cliché as this sounds, I honestly don’t care what we’re doing on our dates, as long as I get to spend quality time with you.”

It was true, considering how both of you were final year university students and already had insufficient time on your hands due to the continuous stream of work, assignments, tests and exams. You could understand Mark’s disappointment, though. This was only your third official date after he asked you to be his girlfriend, and he had planned each date meticulously, exceeding your expectations every single time.

Unfortunately, the past few weeks have been tough. Midsemester exams were coming up and Mark was bombarded by emails from the anxious first year students he tutored for a marketing unit. You had to prepare a presentation for your research project as well, and your supervising lecturer had been far less helpful than you’d imagined. Overall, the time apart made you miss him even more. It seemed like it was harder to meet up with Mark compared to before when you were just friends. Previously, the two of you made it a point to invite each other over for dinner or grab drinks together regularly. Now, it was getting nearly impossible to clear your schedules because of the urgency of your respective deadlines. Time with each other was scarce. You found a small part of yourself wishing to go back to those simpler days filled with impromptu meetups and midnight ramen sessions.

Miraculously, the two of you boarded the train and were fortunate enough to find two seats next to each other. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” Mark whispered close to your ears and pressed his warm lips against your temple. Your eyelids fluttered shut at his soft gesture. It had been nearly two months since Mark asked you to be his girlfriend, and you still hadn’t gotten used to his kisses. They always left a tingling sensation in your stomach.

A short fifteen minutes later, you entered Mark’s apartment. Although you had visited his humble abode many times before, you couldn’t help but to linger in front of the shelf standing beside the TV while your boyfriend got out the plates and cutlery. A fond smile worked its way onto your lips as you perused the vast collection of photos he had on display. There were older, framed family photos of the young Tuan siblings standing beside their seated parents, all wearing identically radiant smiles, and another faded picture of Mark’s baby photoshoot. A polaroid photo album that consisted of more recent snaps stood proudly in the centre, opened to a page containing Mark’s favourite polaroids. They were mostly from his trips back to LA with his family and close friends, and a couple from weekend getaways with his university friends.

Your gaze fell upon a particular polaroid that caught your eye. It was a candid shot of you taken by Mark on the night he asked you out. He had sent you a text near midnight asking you to come over for ramen. You turned up shortly after in slippers and an old band t-shirt with your hair messily tied up, the novel you were engrossed in tucked under your arms. As you leaned over the counter to catch a glimpse of his signature dish, Shin Ramyun with an egg (the egg whites for him and the yolk for you), he sneakily whipped out his Polaroid Camera and took a quick shot. Later that night, you nearly choked on the semi-runny egg yolk when he suggested that the two of you should go on a movie date together.

“Babe, food’s ready. Come and eat while it’s still hot.” He called as he made his way to the living room, placing the dakgalbi on the coffee table. “Are you looking at my photo shrine again?”

“Photo shrine?” You repeated, chuckling at your boyfriend’s interesting choice of words.

Mark unveiled the tasty prized possession as you sat cross-legged on the floor, beside him. “Yeah, it’s a photo shrine because it contains pictures of people and memories that hold a special meaning in my heart.” He gave you a lopsided smile as he waved a piece of fragrant, spicy stir-fried chicken in front of your lips, beckoning you to open your mouth. You accepted gratefully. “My favourite picture of all is the one of me lying on the ground with my sister’s baby on top of me.” He continued teasingly.

“Hey!” You let out a muffled exclamation as your mouth was filled with the well-seasoned meat, feigning jealousy over the fact that your polaroid wasn’t his favourite.

Mark laughed heartily, clearly amused at your reaction. “I’m just kidding. Of course yours is my favourite. You’re my favourite human.”

You hummed happily upon hearing that. “Are you sure about that, Tuan?”

Mark’s thumb came up to the corner of your lips to wipe off the reddish stain from the sauce. “Such a messy eater.” He commented as he raised the thumb to his own lips and licked the remnants off. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. I said you’re my favourite human, not my favourite living thing. Milo still takes the top spot.”

Right on cue, the white fluffy ball of fur trotted towards Mark from his usual resting place in his bedroom, tail wagging eagerly at the attention. “Hi Mi Mi, my baby. I’ve missed you.” He picked Milo up and cradled him in his arms, giving him several loud smooches as the puppy licked his lips.

You playfully sighed in defeat at the pair’s blatant display of affection. You were about to give him a snarky retort when you were abruptly disrupted by a deafening crack of thunder.

Milo padded over to the glass door leading to the balcony, barking furiously at the dark skies. The puppy refused to calm down until Mark scooped him up, babying and distracting him by scratching his favourite spot behind his ears. “Silly baby, it’s just the rain.”

“Great…” You remarked sarcastically. The summer rain usually lasted for hours, which meant that getting back to your place would be a huge hassle. “I’m gonna have so much fun taking public transport in this weather.”

Mark placed Milo down between the two of you and the puppy cosied up next to your feet, nudging you lightly with his head. The sight warmed your heart. You’ve known Mark ever since he got Milo and you’ve basically watched him grow up, but it was always a pleasant surprise when the puppy acted so comfortably around you. “Stay over then?”

You nearly choked on the dakgalbi that was halfway down your throat. A sip of water later, a soft “What?” left your lips.

It was the first time you would be sleeping over at each other’s houses, or sharing a bed, for that matter. Your response was totally understandable. Mark could feel the tips of his ears heat up and flush dark red, somewhat embarrassed that he brought up this topic in the first place. “I mean,” He added hastily. “I don’t want you going out and getting sick. I’ve got a towel and a spare toothbrush. You can take a shower, change into my t-shirt and a smaller pair of boxers. And I can take the couch if you’re not comfortable with sharing a bed.”

It was a very tempting proposal. You nibbled on your bottom lip, silently wondering whether it was too soon for you to sleep over at Mark’s. He did make a strong argument, though, and judging by the violent whacking of raindrops against the glass doors and windows, the rain outside was relentless and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Staying dry and warm within the comforts of your boyfriend’s home definitely beats walking back in the rain. “Alright then,” You replied finally, putting a nervous and embarrassed Mark out of his misery.

“Okay.” He replied without missing a beat. “Sure, cool.” An awkward air hung above your heads at the thought of you spending the night at his place, of saying good night and good morning to each other in person. It was the next step in your relationship; yet doing domestic things like brushing your teeth next to each other and exchanging kisses filled with morning breath excited him to no end.

“But like,” You paused, uncertain. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch. If that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, totally okay with me.” Mark said quickly, barely containing his smile. He tried to feed you another piece of chicken, unable to handle the awkwardness any longer. “Here, have some more.”

//

Mark stirred awake as his mind registered a ticklish, cold sensation near the bottom of his neck. Reluctantly, he blinked away the last traces of sleep from his eyes and stole a glance towards the source of his discomfort.

His eyes laid upon your sleeping figure and your face, framed by your mildly dishevelled hair, resting upon his chest and left arm. Your mouth was agape, indicating that the wet patch close to his collarbone was a result of your drooling. A small hand was splayed possessively across his torso, while your legs did a good job of tangling themselves with his. Soft snores were released amidst the chirping of birds outside his window. Despite the fact that he had lost all sensation in his left arm and was starting to get uncomfortably warm from the body heat you were emitting, he stayed as still as possible to admire you for a little longer.

Mark couldn’t stop beaming at the sight. He wouldn’t mind waking up to this every single day for the rest of his life.

So far, he had learned three things on your third date: you brushed your teeth in the funniest and most adorable way possible, you clung to him like a teddy bear in your sleep, and you were a heavy, heavy drooler.

It was almost as if you could sense him teasing you in his head. Just as he was preoccupying himself with counting your long and plentiful eyelashes, your body shifted in search of a comfier position. Mark thought it wasn’t physically possible for two bodies to get any closer, but you somehow managed to position your entire body on top of his.

“Babe,” He croaked, his morning voice gravelly and rough.

You cracked an eyelid open slowly, trying to face him but digging your chin into his chest in the process. Mark wiggled slightly at the discomfort. “Morning.” You yawned, seemingly unaware of your current position.

“Good morning to you too. Listen, I always say that you’re the perfect size and the perfect weight for me, but right now, can you please do me a favour and roll off my body?”

You complied, landing onto the other side of Mark’s single bed with a soft groan. “Right, m’sorry. How long was I there for?” Mark noted with amusement that when you were awake, you were far less clingy in bed. It seemed like you were purposely trying to maintain a distance between the two of you by lying as far away from him as possible.

“Not long, don’t be sorry.” His arms worked its way around your upper body and pulled you closer to him, returning you to your original position. “I want cuddles. Don’t run away from me, you were so eager to get closer when you were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t…” You denied weakly, burying your face into his muscle tee. You inhaled a deep breath of his scent, a mixture of fabric softener and vanilla body wash. It was familiar and comforting, which lulled you back into your slumber.

Mark chuckled as he sensed your body relax in his arms and heard your breathing deepen once more. “C’mere, gimme my morning kiss before you fall asleep again.”

Grumbling at the thought of Mark smelling your horrible breath, you leaned upwards to give him a quick peck. He wasn’t satisfied though, and held your head close to his, deepening the kiss with an expert flick of his tongue against your chapped lips. Sleepy and defenceless, you let him have his way with you. It was a slow, lazy make out session, but it still managed to leave you breathless. The two of you smiled in bliss once you pulled away.

“Okay, satisfied. Go sleep some more, sleepyhead.”

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[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.

[tenglows]

hi there, i dunno if you still taking requests but if you are, can i ask mark + friends to lovers with the prompts 43 and 49? thank you! 🧡

[ 43: i wrote you a song ] + [ 49: you really didn't realize it was me all along? ]

playlist: 2002 - annie marie ; when you love someone - day6

the prompts

you walked down the street as you headed toward mark's house. right when you were about to cross the road, you perceived two boys jumping in thrill and into the other's arms. admiring the scene, you presumed they had most likely found out they were meant to be.

thing was, people were born into black and white lives. no one could really imagine it being any other way, at least until they met their soulmate. you wouldn't start seeing in color right when you first met them, thus you actually have no way of knowing who that person is. only will you see color when you truly accept you are in love with them. just then, would the prophecy be completed. you had heard people who had met their soulmate talk, and they always said there was no way to explain colors. the thing they do say, is that it’ll be better than anything you could ever think of.

“hi” mark smiled widely as you entered the house.

“are you ready? i really want to get there before they run out of cotton candy” you pouted. the local fair was having a grand reopening in celebration of spring, and you were really excited to go.

“i am but” he cleared his throat, eyes not meeting yours and his nose scrunching like it always did when he was anxious. “can i show you something real quick first?”

“alright” you nodded and followed him upstairs.

you noticed how he hesitated to set foot on his room, as if he was contemplating simply leaving. but he eventually took a deep breath.

“i um. i wrote you a song”

“you did?” he nodded, and his cheeks darkened a bit. “can i hear it?”

he sat down on the bed placing the guitar on his lap, you getting comfortable on the floor with your legs crossed. he started strumming the first strings, when he suddenly stopped abruptly.

“you won't think it's weird, right?” he said shyly, letting out a nervous laugh.

“why would i?”

“i don't know i mean, i wrote you a song. that's, corny or whatever”

“i think it's the cutest thing someone has ever done for me” you smiled, placing your face in your hands. “come on, sing”

you had always loved mark's voice. but now that you knew it was singing for you, it hit a different part of your heart. the lyrics were warm, like all those times you two snuggled and talked endlessly next to the fireplace. and as the song went on, you wondered if it was meant to be for a friend. if it was supposed to make you feel like this.

“mark” you said after some minutes of silence. you couldn't find the words inside you to explain your exploding emotions, not when it seemed like he had taken all the possible words from the dictionary and made every one of them poetry.

it was then, when it changed.

you had only blinked, naturally not conscious of it, and when you opened your eyes, everything was different. it took a second until you recognized where you were, all the bright tones making your head hurt. you stared at boy in front of you, who too seemed overwhelmed by all the things to focus on.

“oh my god” was the only thing you verbalized, looking through every corner of the room. admiring all the possible variations of colors. “mark, i think we're soulmates” you gazed at him.

“think?” he laughed, and you giggled before standing up from the floor and going next to him.

“this is so cool. what is this? is this how you look when you blush?” you poked his cheeks and he turned his face, chuckling.

“you really didn't realize it was me all along?”

“what? did you? i thought it only worked when both people realized”

“i think i always knew. even when i saw in black and white”

that day went even better than you had imagined. the fair and the spring flowers were more beautiful in color, and the sun was bright, making the scenery extra enthralling. and life surely seemed happier when you could finally catch the tone in mark’s cheeks when you held his hand.

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