nerdy!mark who loves getting to tutor you because you’re behind on work and who else could you go to other than him? you spend the time over at his place, sat comfortably on the floor together, text books spread out and notes flailed about.
nerdy!mark who hovers over you as you complain about needing a break, suggesting you two can take one for 5 minutes. you ask if he’s got anything in mind while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours and he has to hold back from kissing your lips.
nerdy!mark who gets flustered whenever your knee keeps brushing against his, when you’re sat too close to him and all he can smell is your sweet vanilla scented perfume, swallowing hard. if you ask about it, he just makes up a small excuse, his ears turning red.
nerdy!mark who tries not to look whenever your top rises up and shows your stomach, no matter if you’re stretching or just leaning over to grab a snack that’s sat on the table in front of you both. he does end up taking a peek.
nerdy!mark who keeps pushing up his glasses that fall down the bridge of his nose, zoning out as he tries to figure out an equation for you before getting knocked out of his thoughts as he feels you pushing his glasses back up. “you’ll get annoyed if it’s on the tip of your nose, i’ve seen your nose scrunching.”
nerdy!mark who tries to explain something to you but you’re looking at him with such interest, your eyes slowly moving from his eyes to his lips and his brain short circuits. you notice and let out a small giggle, “keep going markie.”
nerdy!mark who notices you had fallen asleep on your text book, watching the way your chest slowly rises up and down, hearing a soft exhale exiting you. he bites back a smile, mumbling to himself, ‘you’ll be the death of me by the end of this course..’
lyric preview ~ “same place, same time, every weekend. you’d think we figured it out by now”
pairing : collegemark!xfemreader!
synonym ~ you see him every sunday. same booth, same drink, same flutter in your chest. but when your favorite routine starts to feel like something more, what happens when the loop breaks?
౨ৎ … WC - 2.8k! ( 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐈’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐓 )
• part of the love and louder !✦ series !, (taglist is still open!!)
• warnings ~ mutual pining, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, kissing, a bit suggestive.
͏ï๑ ⠀ — reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! ✿
SUNDAY LOOP .ᐟ ✦
~ NOW PLAYING..
it’s always stated with the same corner booth.
back against he wall. two ice drinks. the music of the coffee shop that tried to hard with their playlist. and mark lee, headphones around his neck, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, tapping his pencil like he’s composing something instead of taking notes.
you met here very sunday since the start of the semester. no one ever said it out loud, it just became a thing. somewhere between midterms and early spring, you stared saving him a seat without asking. he stared buying you drinks without checking the order. and now?
now it’s may, and noting has changed. and everything has.
same time every sunday, rain or shine, exams or not, it’s a routine now.
but lately, it’s been feeling like more.
“hey” he says, soft and breathless, cheeks pink from the wind. his hoodie sleeves are pushed up, his hands are warm from the drink he bought you.
you take it, fingers brushing his. “you’re too good to me.”
mark grins, and it’s the kind that settles into your skin.
“nah” he says, gaze lingering for a moment too long. “you’re just easy to remember.”
and that’s the thing about mark
he says things that sound simple, but it sticks with you way after.
you tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. but you also know better.
-
he’s been sitting closer lately.
like closer.
his knee bumps yours and stays there. his fingers hover near yours over the table. sometimes he leans in to show you something on his screen, he could just turn it around, but he doesn’t.
“you’re not even typing” he teases, watching as you stare at the blinking cursor on your doc. “is that the same sentence from last week?”
“i’m thinking.”
“you always ‘think’ when I’m around.”
you narrow your eyes. “you’re distracting”
mark raises a brow, his voice low and soft. “good distracting?”
your eyes meet, you look away first.
but you’re smiling.
-
lunch is apart of the loop now, it didn’t even start out that way, it just happened.
now he carries your bag like he’s meant to, touches your back to guide you through doors. orders something new so you’ll try it. slides half of it your way without even looking up.
you take a bite. he watches you chew like you’re the one on his mind, not the song lyrics scribbled into his phone notes.
“you like it?” he asks, biting back a grin.
“you could’ve just ask me to try it.”
he shrugs. “where’s the fun in that?”
your knees are touching again. neither of you move this time.
-
outside the air smells like rain, you sit on the library steps, shoulder to shoulder. he pulls his hoodie sleeve over your hand without saying a word.
you let him.
“i got into the songwriting program.” he says, his voice carful.
you turn to him. “mark!, that’s huge.”
“it’s in vancouver..”
“oh..”
the silence took over both of you, before you started to speak again.
“are you going to go?”
“i should.” he looks down at his hands. “it’s a big opportunity, i’ve wanted it for a while”
you nod, even tho you can feel your chest tightening.
“but” he says, glancing sideways at you, “i keep thinking about this, thinking about us..”
you blink. “us?”
he shifts his face to you. “every sunday, the way we act like this isn’t something. like we’re just.. friends or something who accidentally touch too much and look a little to long.”
you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
mark leans in, his voice quieter now. “i didn’t want to mess up what we have, but i’d regret not saying it more.”
he takes your hand, his thumb runs slow circles against your knuckles.
“i like you.” he says. “way more than i should if this was just a routine.”
your throat feels tight. “i’ve liked you since week three”
his brows lift. “week three?”
“you wore that green hoodie and fell asleep while we studied, i was done for.”
he laughs, bright and soft, and then he looks at you differently.
softer ..
hungrier..
“can i kiss you?”
you nod once. “please.”
the kiss is everything it’s been building to.
it was gentle at first. just his mouth pressing into yours questioning first. then firmer, like now he knows the answer.
you fingers curls into his hoodie. his hands slides down your spine, you breath him in, something that’s always been just him.
his lips part slightly. the second kiss lingers, and so does the third one.
you could kiss him forever and never get bored.
and he kisses like he might feel the same.
“i’ve been dying to do this” he whispers.
you swallow hers, heart knocking into your ribs. “then do it again.”
and he does.
-
you sit there for a while. your fingers tangled in each other, as your heartbeats as well.
mark looks at you like the sun just came out.
“so what now..?” you murmur.
he squeezes your hand. “we break the loop.”
-
the next sunday, you don’t go to the booth.
you go somewhere new, more quiet, just you and him and the hum of something that feels like the start of a different story.
he gives you his hoodie again, but this time, you don’t give it back
your hands in his, as he pulls you closer as you walk, fingers sliding against your palm in lazy, knowing patterns.
“you know” mark says, his voice just above a whisper. “i still remember the first time you smiled at me.”
you glance up at him, lips tugging up. “yeah?”
he grins. “felt like my heart hit a loop right then.”
you roll your eyes, laughing softly. “your so corny”
“but you love it.”
you bump his shoulder. “i do.”
mark stops walking, as he turns towards you with that soft, sweet look that always unravels you.
“your my favorite part of the week” he says. “my favorite person, you know that right?”
you reach up, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “yeah i know..”
he smiles. “good.”
then quietly. “you’re my baby now, okay?”
you blink, as your breath catches.
“say it back” he teases, leaning down until your nose brushes. “please?”
you whisper it. “yours..”
mark hums against your mouth when he kisses you again. his hands curls around your waist, pulling you in like he doesn’t plan to let go.
⟡ 秋のメモ… ︵ ︵ ིྀ - welcome to the first fic of the love and louder series!!, i was rushing to write this so im so so sorry!!, please enjoy this!!, im gonna come back with a banger for my love renjun !😼
genre: fluff
wordcount: 559
song: i.l.y. - the rose
an: a drabble that took me a lot longer than i thought it would. got hit by quarantine exhaustion and this is what it inspired bc ive been having a lot of mark feels all of a sudden ....... this is how it starts isnt it
non-idol!au
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a third crackle of thunder rumbled through the thin walls of your house, and your eyes didn’t flutter once.
you were shattered, and after a long day of doing a grand total of nothing you expected yourself to feel more guilt. but as your eyelids sunk closed once again, with the dark and comforting veil of sleep submerging your thoughts until they disappeared entirely, you couldn’t work up the energy to.
and so the faded hues of the tv flashed across the room and you continued to doze off.
it took the clatter of keys at the front door for your eyes to open. drowsily you blinked as a yawn overtook you, a sigh breaking the applause of the rain from the other room, before it was plunged back into silence at the shut of the door. with your hands heavy, you wiped at your eyes before they immediately fell closed again.
they became stuck there as the wind howled, and as much as you wanted to greet your boyfriend, it quickly became apparent that would be an impossibility. testing your voice with a tired hum as your ears caught the tail-end of a crash—meaning his bag, stuffed with shoes and food and god alone knows what else, had been discarded by the back of the door as he always did—you found your throat thick with the cobwebs of sleep. you hoped he didn’t mind.
a few minutes passed, ones you couldn’t have counted like you used to even if you tried, your boyfriend staggered into the living room. his eyes too were narrowed above a pair of smudged crescents, scouring the room for the sign of his comfort. his fingers traced the edge of the light-switch before he struck gold in the shadows of the storm.
with your body curled and knees bunched beneath a blanket, you blended in with the sofa in the ebbs and flows of the morphing tv screen. the corners of his lips twitched as he made his way haphazardly round the room to you, flicking his fringe from his eyes with an uneasy hand. you had created a safe haven from the storm without even realising it.
you barely registered the weight that pressed upon the sofa at your side, but when a coolness trickled through the bare skin of your arm all the way to your heart, you were pulled out from your limbo briefly.
his hair was wet, tousled with a towel left to dry in the porch, and left dishevelled.
as mark shifted himself into the nook you had made that fit only him, you inhaled the scent of him. he smelt of fresh rain, the non-specific floral scent of cheap laundry detergent, his walk home through the dripping pine-lined back alley, the remnants of cherry air freshener—johnny had given him a lift.
you turned your body so he could rest his head on your chest, pulling him into your embrace to which you met little resistance. with his face shaded from the flashes of lightning that pierced through the thin curtains, you mindlessly brushed strands of hair from his forehead. you didn’t open your eyes once, but you knew his were closed too. feeling him gradually exhale while his body fell limp against yours, you settled your chin gently against his crown.
You flang the door open and you burst out of the room, heading towards the stairs.
"Mark!"
Mark was in the living room at the time, along with Youngjae and Bambam. They had the weekend off, which was really rare for JYP, so they tried to get as much relaxation as possible. Jaebum and Jinyoung had gone to the cinema together, Yugeom had gone out for a walk with BTS' Jungkook and Jackson decided to visit his family, taking an express flight back to Hong Kong.
He turned his head to face you when he heard your footsteps down the stairs.
"What is wrong?," he asked you. Only then he noticed the ripped pieces of paper you were holding in your left hand. You showed him what once was some pages of paper clipped together, your right hand resting on the corner of your hip.
"THIS is wrong! This favourite dog of yours decided it was a very good idea to play with my presentation for the semester!."
When he heard this, Youngjae nearly fell of the couch, laughing his heart out. Coco rushed onto his lap, and you gave the doggie an angry glance.
Mark was laughing as well, putting a lot of effort into not showing it. This made you frown, but seeing his smile made you smirk as well. Damn.
"You are really lucky, both of you, that I had saved it in my computer, or else...," you said, trying to seem still annoyed. But that smile on your face betrayed you. Mark bit his lip and pulled you into his lap on the couch. He kissed you on your forhead.
"I'll make her apologize to you, I promise. Coco!"
The little white ball of furr rushed near him, leaving Youngjae still laying on the floor. Bambam, still laughing, helped him up.
"Please don't ever do this again. This was very important to Y/N. Ask next time," Mark said, petting the dog's head. Coco gave herself up to his touch, making you laugh even if you wanted to maintain a straight face. He looked at you smiling.
"See? All fixed," he said, and you leaned more on him.
"Ugh, fine. But if there is a next time, and I am talking to both of you Tuan and Choi, I am gonna use Coco as a mop", you said playfully, and they both looked at you at shock, while Bambam almost cried out of laugh.
"What??? I thought you loved her!!!," Youngjae said with her eyes wide open.
"Well yeah, I love this one over here as well - you nodded at Mark by your side - but this doesn't mean I won't slap his beautiful face if he lets the love of his life use my academic researches for a toy," you said, meaning Coco.
Mark reached for your hand which was now petting the puppy and tangled his fingers with yours. He reached for your lips, taking a sweet kiss out of them.
"You won't," he said brushing his lips on yours smiling, knowing this would make you smile as well. And he was not wrong.
Did you do anything that would have upset Mark? That question alone was enough to drive you insane for the past six days. The last time you spoke to him was when he invited you over for a livestream, but you didn’t remember anything happening that would make Mark angry with you. Perhaps he was in a bad mood, or busy and forgot about staying in contact. Mark had done that to many people before, especially when working on a project or his personal life. However, he’d never gone so long without texting or calling. Knowing that made your chest tighten, but you did your best to focus on schoolwork. Just one more year and you'd be out of college. You didn't need Mark to contact you with every detail of his life like he did before.
There were two instances where you were positive Mark returned your feelings. When you first met him through Ethan, you noticed how Mark was the only one who hadn't left your side as Teamiplier recorded a video. The second occurrence was, after months of catching him looking, Mark confessed you were attractive. You don’t know why it stuck, especially when Tyler and Amy agreed and everyone moved on with their lives. It was a compliment you’ve received before, but hearing Mark say such a thing made your feelings for him even worse. For the past eleven months you had been tiptoeing around Mark and making sure you didn't look at him unless he spoke, not hugging him for a beat too long, and being careful of what you said. Because Mark had gone so long without speaking to you—especially with your birthday tomorrow—you weren’t sure what to do.
The next day you did your best to dress up nicely, especially because your college buddies encouraged you to wear a crown on your birthday. Not only did the entire campus know you aged one year, but those who had your number spammed you with birthday messages or invites to their weekend parties. Ethan offered to give you a ride home, so at least you knew he wasn’t upset with you. In the middle of one of your classes you finally received a text from Mark, the only text you were more than happy to get.
Mark: Happy bday, (Y/N)
It was a simple message that made your face warm with excitement and hands heavy with sadness. Mark hadn't called or texted all week, hadn't invite you to hang out, and no one else had either. You almost tripped over your own two feet walking off campus, so you put the phone away and looked for Ethan’s car. He pulled up a few seconds later and rolled all the windows of his car down before he waved you over. Your feet dashed across the pavement, and your mood lifted with the eagerness to talk with someone in person. Once you tossed your bag into the back seat, you buckled up and Ethan pulled away from the college. “Happy birthday, chick,” Ethan said happily. Your smile was as wide as Ethan’s, and deep down you were more than content someone wished you a happy birthday face to face.
The ride was long and filled with music from Ethan’s aux cord. Your eyes watched as trees passed, dogs ran with their owners, and couples walked hand in hand. Music blasted from the radio, so you didn't bother asking Ethan where he was taking you even if it wasn’t to your house. There were familiar landmarks that had you realize Ethan was driving toward Mark’s place, and your heart hammered due to the mere thought of being near him. Ethan didn't pick up on your uneasiness, however, as he pulled into Mark’s neighborhood and turned the radio off. “I’ve gotta pick up a camera Mark borrowed. Is that okay?” Ethan wondered as he turned a corner. You could only nod.
It didn’t take but two minutes until Ethan was parked in Mark’s driveway. The younger man left his car with ease and only stopped to wave you to follow. As you reached for the car door and hopped out, you wracked your brain for what you did that could have made Mark so indifferent to you, along with Tyler, Amy, and Kathryn. It seemed as though everyone but Ethan and Chica had forgotten you existed, but it was too late to back down. You were already watching Ethan open the unlocked door, already stepping inside after him, and already scared to death when Ethan flipped the lights on.
At least thirty people jumped out from behind the couch, corners, and doorways. Tyler did his best (and failed) to hide behind a lamp. Everyone had party whistles in their mouths that made your reaction even more bewildered. Streamers rained down, thrown from your friend’s hands. Your family was there as well, having been invited by whomever set up the surprise party. All the messages unanswered and invites to recordings were all because your people wanted to surprise you. It was relieving, heartwarming, and especially grand considering Mark smiled at you from the corner of the room. He wore a blue button down shirt, arms bare and crossed, a party hat on his head, and a smile that let you know the party was his idea. Mark was such an asshole, but you were in love with him.
You were swept up into Amy and Kathryn’s arms and cut off from Mark during most of the party. The only time you were able to talk was when you dodged your family to thank him for hosting the celebration. His cheeks went pink and you did your best not to overreact, and then your best friends took you away to gossip about things that occurred during your separation from them. Mark and you glanced at each other from across the room as you greeted those he invited. Whenever Mark rose his eyebrows toward the end of the night, you understood it was a promise to meet up and speak with you privately. It was midnight when things finally settled down, and most people had filed out and gone home.
Tyler and Kathryn had kitchen duty, and emptied bowls of chips and candy into the garbage. Ethan and Amy were in the living room, and you and Mark migrated to the swimming pool. There, you and Mark picked up Solo cups and streamers and stuffed the garbage into a black trash bag Mark held. By the time you filtered party hats from the pool, you were tired enough to sleep on one of the chairs situated at the side.
Mark joined you with a huff, and together you laid back on your respective chairs and accepted a party well done. You rolled up the sleeves of your pink sweater and gazed up at the sky, admiring the stars that appeared through the light pollution. “Thank you for this,” you told Mark once again. He tilted his head to look at you, and a hesitant smile graced his face before Mark sat up to look across the water. The pool lights caught tiny waves the filter made, and you joined Mark in pretending the sight was interesting. “At first I thought you were pissed at me or something,” you continued.
“Never. We were all super busy trying to get your family flown into L.A.” Mark’s voice had a smile in it that radiated pride, which you thought he deserved to have. “It was perfect,” you replied. Mark tilted his head to smile at you, the dimples in his cheeks more prominent when he did so. A cold wind blew and jostled you from the hypnotic waves of the pool. In a split second Mark decided to sit beside you and provide body heat. It wasn’t odd for Mark to be so close, especially since the past couple of weeks it seemed as though he got comfortable around you. If it weren’t for the darkness Mark would have been able to see your red face.
You leaned into Mark, allowing your head to rest against his shoulder. Mark let his head fall against your own, and you both sat in silence for a moment before you decided to speak up. “You know, I was scared you forgot about me.” Over your own voice you could hear the frantic beating of your heart. Mark’s close proximity made you dizzy, and speaking so quietly was all due to the feelings you had for him. Mark had to have known how you felt, or at the very least knew you wanted more than a platonic friendship. Like many awkward people, you never acted brilliantly indifferent to those you had feelings for. If Mark didn't know the fans definitely did, and it was odd Mark hadn't seen their compilations of you staring at him for too long or blushing and laughing with him.
Mark’s thumb suddenly pressed at the space between your eyebrows, and you realized your eyebrows were creased with concentration. “You think too much,” Mark muttered. There was a hint of a smile on his face that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His body was angled to face you, and your legs rubbed against each other’s because of the small cushion of the chair. The friction of Mark’s jeans against your leggings was distracting, but you did well at maintaining eye contact with the man you worked with.
“Maybe I should think less,” you dared to say.
“Maybe I know how to help you.”
It happened slowly. Mark’s eyes, as dark as the sky, blinked and focused on your bottom lip. He then looked back up at you in a silent question for permission, and when you nodded he leaned in and shut his eyes. You followed suit and reached a hand up to Mark’s cheek, feeling the angle of his jawline in your palm and the scratchiness of his stubble. His own hands held your face to guide him in the darkness, and then the warmth fluttered along your toes, your stomach, and finally your chest. Mark’s lips were soft and warm, gentle even. You opened your mouth to invite him closer—you wanted him closer. What you desired secretly for so long had finally come true, and Mark was the one to do anything about it. How long had he liked you? How long had he known about your feelings?
None of it mattered, you told yourself. All that really mattered was the fact that Mark’s breathing was as heavy as yours. The faint taste of icing from your birthday cake was on his tongue, and his eyelashes tickled your cheeks before he slowly calmed and pulled away. Your hands had gravitated down his broad chest while his own remained on your face. The pads of his thumbs traced circles beneath your eyes as Mark leaned his forehead against yours. Mark chuckled his own surprise, but neither of you dared break apart after such an important kiss. It was, undoubtedly, the first small step in a romance that would continue to grow.
annas note: part 1 | this was so fun to do!! lmk if you'd like me to do another part where theyre acc not yns ex.. (this anon gave me the idea and i think its brilliant!).
annas note: i want mark so badly why can’t he be mine :(
FLUFF :
whenever you visit mark during practice, he always comes over to you during his breaks and presses soft kisses against your lips, sighing and leaning his head into the crook of your neck, “doing so well baby, ‘m proud.” you praise him and he feels himself melt into you even more.
never lets you carry anything yourself. you’ve tried begging him countless of times so you can help because.. there’s no way he can manage the shopping himself- no, he cuts you off instantly and shakes his head, “i can manage.”
no matter how busy mark gets, he’ll always find the time to open up his packed schedule for you. whether that be just calling you late at night despite the time differences between you two while he’s on tour, pushing schedule back just two hours so he can spend more time in bed with you snuggled into his arms..
writes endless songs about you, performing them with his guitar and smiling brightly as he sees your reactions. if you start crying during one of them, he quickly drops everything and shushes you, “hey- hey, babe, what’s wrong? i didn’t mean to make you cry, i didn’t know my song was that sad.”
SMUT :
whenever mark is too tired from work, you’re quickly on your knees. “can make you feel better markie, release some of your stress from today, hm?” and god, he can’t say no when you’re looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes of yours that have a hint of desire in them. he hummed in response, leaning back against the headboard, “go on pretty..”
he always teases you for being sensitive just like you do with him. whenever you’ve got a hand on his thigh so close to his dick, he has to move your hand further down and groans, “not so close.. please..” but you never listen until marks keeping your hand there, rubbing his crotch against your hand, “k-keep it there..”
loves keeping close to you and teasing you with soft touches here and there, reminding you that you’re his in the simplest of ways. maybe if he’s too busy in the studio, you sat on his lap, his hands wander while he’s sorting out which notes to play on his guitar. “markie..” you feel him moving his hand below the waistband of your panties. he just hummed in response, tilting his head at you. “what’s wrong, babe?”
annas note : stole this idea from my wife @hyckvr
sorryyy... go check out her haechan one !! here
take a shot everytime i write photobooth.... ??? my bad >_<
you spent the day at the arcade with your boyfriend, mark, taking a break from the stress of your lives. you smile as you drag him into a photobooth there, putting money into the machine and sitting on his lap as he sits down on the singular chair that was placed inside.
you hold up the plushie he won for you, cuddling into him as it took the first photo. "what pose next?" you ask him softly as he chuckled, "heart?" he suggested as he put a hand heart on your cheek. you puffed out your cheeks as it snapped the photo. for the third photo, you did the same with him, a big grin on his face.
snap. now the last photo.. mark decided to gently take hold of your cheek, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on your lips. you blush and melt into the kiss, hearing the photobooth snap the photo of you both. you pull away, "cute." mark murmured as he saw the hint of red covering your cheeks.
you exit the booth and wait for the photo strips, picking them out as soon as they were done. you admire the photos, especially the last one, seeing the way mark had held onto you with love as he kissed you.. you smile, "this one is definitely my favourite one."
