➺mark lee has a serious problem. his writer's block is getting the best of him and the deadline to his midterm creeps closer with each passing day which means his jam sessions get pushed to late nights.
➺y/n also has a serious problem. she can't get sleep because of the low hum of an electric guitar and faint voices coming from next door and she has an 8am chemistry lecture in the morning...
➺in which two college students and their friend groups find fun and solace in each other. no sleep is involved unfortunately…
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:
[mark lee x reader smau, including lots of humor and silliness. “dark”(?) humor and swearing, NOT A ROMANCE FIC.]
status: complete!!
❝going out almost every night, and you wonder why you feel fucked up❞
[0] apt 9301 || [00] apt 9301
season 1
[i] do your dishes ; [ii] weednesday
[iii] the dean’s list ; [iv] aye don’t flip out but
[v]double stuffed ; [vi] bros beautiful
[vii] soph on my cles okay ; [viii] tequila rose
[ix] jaemin's cowlicks ; [x] witch theme
[xi] feet plsss ; [xii] parasitic relationship
[xiii] scissoring… haircuts!! ; [xiv] biochemical engineer v musician
[xv] air fryer ; [xvi] jaem’s chronically single
[xvii] your nose looks better ; [xix] #### you
[xx] cafeteria slop ; [xxi] cinnamon crush
[xxii] obama prism ; [xxiii] bumpin that
[xxiv] baja blast ; [xxv] yearning
[xxvi] chai and chocolate milk ; [xxvii] xtra most bestest friends
[xxviii] koi ; [xxix] period cramps, leave her ALONE
[xxx] aita? ; [xxxi] walmart supercenter
[xxxii] pregame ; [xxxiii] hawaiian pizza
[xxxiv] waffles and french toast ; [xxxv] suit and tie
“hyuck please stop trying to beat mark’s ass, its literally Friendsgiving for fuck's sake." renjun chastised from the kitchen, in full mom mode.
friendsgiving was in full swing, the groups from both apartments gathering in 9301’s living room that had been converted into a dining room thanks to jeno bringing in their dining table form their own place. food had just finished being made, all set up nice and pretty on renjun’s white tablecloth from his mother. the charcuterie board, courtesy of giselle, has been picked completely clean and was just enough to quell the hunger until dinner. the warning in renjun's voice was enough to make hyuck stop attempting to kill mark for the umpteenth time.
“he is such a fucking snake, i hate you markus lee.” hyuck seethed at the aforementioned boy, huffing and puffing for breath as he sat down harshly at one of the open seats at the table.
“my name isn’t markus?”
yn pressed her lips together in a tight line, choosing to sit next to hyuck at the table and console the pouting culinary major. “hey i think it’s so cute you’re a culinary major.”
“exactly! it’s cute, not cool or smart or like you where you’re like curing cancer and shit!” he whined, throwing his head back against the seat dramatically.
“okay, i’m not curing cancer but thanks for the thought,” she said quizzically, soothingly smoothing his hair back with her palm.
“i’m gonna kill myself.” hyuck whined, hands dragging down his face with a overemphasized groan.
jeno sat across form the pair, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. he shook his head with a snort, taking a long sip of the water in front of him. “you are kind of being a little dramatic right now hyuck.”
hyuck gasped, sitting upright in his set with an open jaw and a shocked expression. he placed a hand on his chest in feign offense, “i am not! how would you feel if a secret you’ve kept for four years was suddenly outed by your bitch ass roommate!”
mark came into view, sitting next to jeno with a flat look on his face. He shook his head with a snort and mirrored jeno’s position, crossed arms and leaning back against the chair. he laughed softly to himself, “dude we all knew your major was culinary science, sorry i was apparently supposed to know you were gatekeeping!”
"maybe you should change your major to drama because that's all you know how to do." chenle chimed in from the living room.
hyuck whined again, leaning forwards and resting his head on the table with a smack. This earned a laugh from mark and a scoff from jeno who stood and left the table to help renjun with more setting up.
yn leaned forwards on the table, whispering to mark. “do you wanna run and get a drink while they’re setting up?”
mark pretended to think, leaning in to mirror her actions with his forearms on the table. “hmm, perchance. Right now?”
"you can't just say perchance, but yes."
mark nodded, slowly standing from his seat to which yn followed. the pair discreetly moved to the door, slipping on their shoes and attempted to conceal their laughter. mark put a hand on the doorknob, the unforgiving front door creaking louder than normal as if to alert everyone else of their escape. renjun’s eyes snapped up to them, realization flooding them as he looked around to make sure no one else noticed. The girl was struggling to put her boots on, curse doc martens.
“hey! Where are you guys going?” jaemin’s shrill voice suddenly rang out.
“go, go!” mark laughed, grabbing yn by the waist and throwing her like luggage over his shoulder. yn yelped, clutching her shoes as he whisked them out of 9301 and raced down the hall of the complex to the elevator.
as the pair raced down the hall the unfortunate sound of a thud made mark stop in his tracks and give a jostle to yn. she rolled her eyes, smacking his back and gave a half-hearted apology for dropping one of her boots behind them. mark begrudgingly walked back, picking up her shoe then resumed his voyage to the elevator. once inside, he pressed the button for the first floor and sighed.
“you can put me down now.”
“oh right, sorry dude.” mark nervously laughed, gently setting her back feet down on the ground.
yn laughed at his sudden awkwardness, slipping her shoes on with a bit of a struggle. Mark knelt down, tying the laces of her first shoe as he hummed a soft tune. yn froze at the action before resuming her movement, eyeing the boy before her.
he pat her ankle after tying the second one, standing upright just as the elevator doors opened. “do you want matcha?”
“huh? Oh, yeah. Yes please sorry.” she answered, coming to walk in tandem beside him. the day was cloudy and crisp in temperature, the weather a reminder of the upcoming season. the streets were busy, it was Monday which was odd but it created a sense of hustle and bustle that calmed oneself.
mark was nose deep in phone, mobile ordering their boba drinks it seemed, he failed to notice the lamppost in front of him on the sidewalk. yn sighed, moving him out of the way by the sleeve of his jacket, guiding him as he continued to type on his phone. eventually she looped their arms together, acting like a seeing dog leading her blind companion. unbeknownst to her, mark had already finished ordering a while ago.
the blind leading the blind it seems.
-
[10.14] {FUCK. sm. all my homies hate sm # justice for seunghan} {also if the taglist isn't working for you please let me know, im sorry tumblr user interface sucks}
[10.8] {okay i’m officially a tumblr writer bc i now understand taglists yas 😍 so pls lmk if you’d like to be tagged. i know i had a few people already, who i will add next part.}
