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TIMESTAMPS

10:12 pm @daydreamingyuta

20:20 pm @mins-fins

[disclove]

[7:48pm] "it's like, if you really like a drink, would you only drink it once?" she asks rhetorically to the crowd. "no, right?"

"so what makes you think that you can just stop loving someone you once loved? just 'cause you say you don't like them anymore, you don't feel anything anymore. if you're being honest with yourself, your heart still beats for them, right?"

she sucks in a sharp breath once seeing a familiar face she didn't expect to see in the crowd.

mark lee.

she looks away, blinking away her tears, but she can feel his eyes glued onto her every move.

"like how there are two types of readers: book borrowers and bookstore regulars. after reading, the borrowers will think about it, then return it and pick out a new book to read. but the other type of person rereads it over and over again."

she lets out a bitter chuckle. "i mean, maybe you could argue that the ending will always stay the same no matter how many times you read the story. maybe i just have anxious attachment," she jokes.

the crowd boos. "me too queen!" someone yells and she laughs.

"anyways, that was a long segue... needed a really long distraction for my crew to set up the new stage. y'all are gonna love this song," she yells into the mic, and the drums intro starts fading in.

"the muse for this song is actually in the crowd," she announces, bravely locking eyes with the man of the hour, and mark stares back at her.

"this is my new unreleased song! it's called loving you on repeat!"

[lqfiles]

(15:45) bandaids.

“you know i’m not a kid anymore? i can perfectly take care of myself?” mark laughed softly as you continued to drag him into the kitchen, looking for the extra bandaids you had stored. “but i like taking care of you, and you’re quite clumsy so i’m not taking any risks with you.” you had opened the drawer to take a look at the various bandaids with different prints. opting to go with a cute cat print one, you looked up at mark to see him give you a look of disbelieve. “plus, i get to put these cute bandaids on you.” you reached up to his face, carefully removing the seal from the bandaid and placing it on the open cut on his cheek. “so in other words you’re just infantilising me.” mark chuckled and you slightly nudged him away before continuing to place the bandaids on even the littlest wounds. mark could tell you were enjoying placing them, which was why he didn’t stop you even though non of them stung that much. “maybe if you didn’t overestimate your skateboarding skills and hadn’t fell face flat onto the ground, i wouldn’t have to infantilise you? ever thought of that?”

“well not yet, and i don’t think i’ll realise that anytime soon.” mark shrugged, because maybe he had purposely hurt himself to be in this position with you, being in such close proximity. watching as you grabbed a new bandaid and handed it to him, you gestured for him to put it on your cheek and he complied, removing the seal of the bandaid that had a bear print on it. “guess you could say i’m your baby.” mark whispered as he neared your face. you felt your inside tickle at the words and had to contain the smile that was forming on your face. mark’s eyes were still stuck on placing the bandaid on your left cheek, while your own eyes stared right at him. you grinned as he finished the task and met your gaze. “guess you could say that, yeah.”

[ihaechans]

[10:37pm] || Mark Lee

PAIRING ▸ Mark Lee x fem!reader

GENRE(S) ▸ established relationship, smut, slight fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, pet names, handjob, making out, grinding, hints of oral fixation Mark, slight overstimulation

“Mark! I’m home” you chirp as you step through the door. Your eyes scan through the living room to find your boyfriend laying on the couch sleeping peacefully. The sight is too cute not to take out your phone and snap a picture to tease him with later.

He sighs and lets out a groan as his eyes peel open, slowly realizing that you’re finally home from work. “Hey princess,” he groans groggily, barely able to keep his eyes open to take in your presence.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy Mark.” You coo, making your way towards him on the couch. Finding a place next to him, you give him some space so he can sit upright and face you. 

“Don’t tell me you took a picture again,” he whines, to which you nod in response, a low curse leaving his lips at the information. “Babe, you can’t keep taking pictures of me. What if someone looks through your phone and thinks you’re a crazy stalker lady?” he mumbles, clearly still half asleep.

Giggling at his cuteness, you give Mark a quick peck to his lips. He isn’t having it and pulls you back towards him when you attempt to pull away, kissing you slow and passionately. “Love you so much,” Mark blurts. He was obviously still in a sleepy state, but you said it back anyways. 

“So pretty,” Mark peppers kisses along your neck and collarbone sloppily and you practically squirm against his side. “Wanna taste you.” His statement catches you by surprise, an audible gasp leaving your lips at Marks words.

“You always want to taste me Mark. Whether it’s kissing or eating me out.” He nods while you’re talking, fully agreeing with what you were saying. “Why don’t I just take care of you right now? Make you feel good?” Your boyfriend groans against your neck, about to protest when you move onto his lap so that you’re fully straddling him. He mentally curses at himself for losing what he was going to say.

His eyes are barely open when you press your lips against his, starting off slow and gradually licking your way into his mouth for deeper, harder, and more passionate kisses. Marks hands grip your waist softly and angle them so your core grinds down against his cock, the action slowly driving you wild.

Marks eyes are fully closed as he grinds against you, groaning at how rough your kisses are beginning to become. “Gonna take good care of you baby,” you sigh, pressing a few kisses along your boyfriends neck before fishing into his sweatpants to palm at his hard cock through his boxers.

He moans lowly at the feeling, bucking his hips up against your palm so you can feel more of him. “Touch me please, need you so bad.” He whines when you finally slip your hand into his boxers, your skin coming in contact with his dick. Your boyfriend buries his face into the crook of your neck, lazily sucking and nipping against your skin as your hand slowly starts to pump his length.

“Fuck…” he gasps, “Love it when my pretty girl plays with me.” The statement is slightly muffled against your neck and you smirk when he rolls his hips into your palm, a breathy moan leaving his throat at the sensation. 

Pressing your lips against his own once more, you silence his whines. Focusing on the head of his cock, Mark moans, the heavenly sound quickly being swallowed by your mouth against his.

Finally pulling away, you hear your boyfriend speak breathily, almost as if he was struggling to breathe. “Mm s’close,” The way Mark whines into his words has your cunt clenching around nothing. You knew once Mark started slurring his words he was already long gone. Your hand felt so magical against his cock he couldn’t handle it any longer, a higher pitched whine emitting from him this time.

You pick up speed, stroking him up and down as he nears his orgasm. Marks thighs were slightly shaking, his bottom lip tucked in his teeth and his head thrown back against the back of the couch as he got closer and closer to release. A guttural moan makes its way out of Mark before he reaches his peak, “Oh my god-” he gasps, long white spurts of cum landing all over your hand and slightly on Marks shirt.

His eyes are still shut tight in pure bliss as you continue stroking him softly, helping him ride out his orgasm. You only stop touching him when Mark removes his hand from your waist to grab your wrist and manually remove your palm from his dick with a shaky sigh.

“Was it good?” You ask, pecking Marks lips lovingly as you awaited for an answer.

“I’m definitely awake now. That was the best handjob I’ve ever gotten in my life babe, please do that more often.” Smiling, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you down for a short and sweet kiss, resting his forehead against yours when you pull away.

“So…” He pauses, “Can I eat you out now?”

You burst out laughing at Marks eagerness, pinching his cheek at how adorable he looks right now. “I already told you I wanted you to feel good Mark. Sadly I’m not on the menu today.” You tease.

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance “What!? That’s totally unfair babe I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” He sighs.

With a wink you remove yourself from on top of him, “Maybe next time.”

A/N: This is unedited so please if you see any mistakes ignore it.... Thanks for reading and I love each and every one of you so much <3

[theficblog]

[5:24 pm]

MARK LEE

Genre: Fluff + Strangers to lovers

Wordcount: 359

Warnings: None

"He's here!" Your friend whispered, naturally making you look to your side. He was here, and he was on time.

"Do it this time!" They hyped you as you merely observed him climb the wooden ladder in order to reach for the book he had been longing for.

For the last two months, you would see him every Thursday, at the same time. He was mostly quiet, sometimes he would be accompanied by a friend or two, but your eyes would only focus on him nonetheless.

In his hands he held another excellent piece of literature today. The Alchemist in yours, when you turned to check on it. 

And thanks heavens!  You just so happened to be in the library that particular day because you never found reading books to be particularly interesting.

"Okay. I will do it." You took a deep breath and patted yourself on the shoulder, this was time. 

No, you weren't going to war, you were only going to say "hi" to him for the first time. After giving your hair a few more quick fixes, you stepped forward.

The aisle was quiet and nearly empty. However, the boy was unaware of your approach until he heard a loud thud.

He turned to face you before turning to observe your figure on the ground.

"Are you alright?" He bent down quickly and extended his hand to help you stand up.

Oh fish!, You tripped over the air and landed on your bottom, and he would always remember this as his first impression of you.

He continued to reach his hand out for you to take hold of.

"Hi!" You smiled.

"H-hello!" He awkwardly reverted.

You snapped back to your senses, "Oh, thank you!", you said, expressing  gratitude after finally getting up.

"I'm Mark." He introduced himself.

"And I'm Y/N." You extended a kind smile that matched his.

"I know, I've seen you around here before." He said.

"You have?" You were in disbelief.

"Yeah, you've been reading the same book for two straight months now." He giggled. You followed suit.

The day you first met him will always be etched in your memory.

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[dont-look-down-on-me]

[1:03 pm] “What’s up babe, I thought you were working?” You said when you answered Mark’s video call.

“We need to break up.” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Okay if you say so.” You said and continued to eat your lunch.

“What do you mean ‘if you say so’?! I’m breaking up with you right now!” He exclaimed, suddenly very confused by your reaction.

“It’s like the third time this week you’ve called me like this, how many breakup songs are you writing this week?” You asked casually.

“This is the last one, but I need to feel the heartbreak! Cooperate with me!” He whined, head now laying on the table and a pout on his face.

“All right, but remember we’re going to dinner at your parents later, so don’t be too late,” you said before putting on a serious expression: “Mark Lee, I’m breaking up with you, bye.”

The video call ended with Mark’s surprised face and it didn’t take long before a text arrived from him:

‘were you serious?! Are we done?’

You sighed and shook your head before answering him:

‘you idiot, I love you! Now finish those lyrics so we can get back together❤️’

[thru-the-grapevine]

[6:57 PM] You were good with gifts, or you at least liked to think you were. You liked thinking through what might make a good gift, what would be thoughtful to someone. You liked going on a hunt for the perfect thing, or making it yourself.

But you were stumped with Mark Lee, the only public figure you’d ever dated. What did you give to someone who could get anything?

You bit your lip, watching him unwrap the gifts you’d left on his bed earlier that day. Even now, you weren’t really sure you’d gotten it right. And it had to be right; Mark had been under so much strain lately, what with comeback preparations for both 127 and Dream on top of his own solo projects. He deserved a good gift…you just hoped you’d given him one.

You didn’t know what to make of Mark’s raised eyebrows as he opened the first box.

“Is this…a puppy?”

“Kind of,” you admitted. “It’s just a stuffie. But I figured, since you don’t think you can devote the time to a real one right now, you could have the next-best thing. I remember you saying it would be nice to have one.”

You didn’t know how to read his expression as he lifted the plushie from the box and tucked it in closer to his chest. That was a good reaction, right? Snuggling the gift?

He leaned in and sniffed at the puppy. “He…smells really good?”

You felt your face warm. “That’s, um, probably because he was sitting on the other part of your gift.”

Mark lifted the tissue paper from the bottom of the box and extracted a carefully wrapped foil package. Untying the string, he folded back the foil and looked inside.

“They look like brownies.”

“They kind of are,” you explained quickly. “They’re blondies, technically. Since I know sometimes chocolate is a lot for you. I think I got them right…it’s not that fancy, but, well…”

Mark looked from the package to you.

This is a disaster, the little voice in your mind scolded you. He needs gifts that offer more maturity and class than a stuffed animal and some desserts–

The rest of your thoughts, however, abruptly cut off as Mark set the gifts aside and took your face in his hands, kissing you full on the mouth.

Your brain short-circuited the way it always did when Mark kissed you. Mark’s mouth was always so warm, and soft, and eager. Especially eager today; it felt like he was stealing your breath away with each kiss. You slowly wound your arms around him, holding on for dear life.

“I,” Mark paused to kiss you again, “love,” another pause for another kiss, “them.” Kiss “They’re” kiss “perfect.”

What was…oh, right. The gifts. You’d already forgotten about the gifts, very distracted by Mark, himself.

“Good,” you tried to mumble against Mark’s lips, but you weren’t sure he heard you, he was still kissing you so enthusiastically.

Guess you were still good at gifts, after all.

[heartcluez]

♪ : a song nobody knows - colde

— 10:39 pm ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ the cold air

“and like, she didn’t even tell me!” you exclaimed while doing some hand motions in the air. mark stayed quiet, admiring you and listening to your babbling in which he could do for hours. you furrowed your eyebrows while folding your arms. you heard mark chuckle, you turn your head to look at him and are met with him pinching your cheek. you glare at him and just when you were about to say something, he beat you to it.

“you’re so cute, did you know that?”

mark smiles at you, your gaze at him turned soft as you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

mark raised one eyebrow up, “what’s wrong?” you look at him with widened eyes, silent for a few seconds before muttering, “nothing,” your flustered self was clearly evident as you think about what he said.

you catch up to mark as you both walked together once more, as there was a hint of awkward silence before you started chattering to him again. you were glad to have someone like him, always having someone to listen to your rantings. mark sighed of relief; he didn’t know why he had abruptly said that outloud. he secretly adored you, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you more everyday. his heart thumps at the thought of you being his as his cheeks are tinted with a light shade of pink.