go ahead and flake on me, flaker.
spiderman!mark lee x f!reader
a/n; this is low-key inspired by my crush augustinthewinter oops
cw: curse words, kissing, nomin
summary: markie’s acting so strange lately… he keeps flaking out on me
you stared at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go. yanking a long sleeved t-shirt over your head and being sure to smooth your hair down after. you pushed out a heavy exhale. today was hyuck’s birthday party, that you had organised, and it had to be perfect.
your attention was dragged away from figuring out whether one of your eyes is bigger than the other by the buzz of your phone against the nightstand.
markly is calling
you pressed accept and put it on speaker before making your way to your dressing table. “what is upp?” you dragged out the last letter before, slathering your face in some spf moisturiser.
“hey, y/n. you almost ready to go?”
“yup, i’m coming down soon.”
“bet, i’m outside.”
after quickly doing your lip combo and sliding on your converse, you made your way down to mark’s car. though you liked to consider yourself an overly organised person, there were still a few things that you guys needed to pick up before the party, which was now in 2 hours. basically 5 minutes by party prep logic.
mark was silent pretty much the whole ride. which would’ve been relatively normal if he wasn’t literally mark lee.
you gently poked his thigh over the console. “you good?”
he just nodded, “mhm.” never taking his eyes off the road.
when you pulled into the target parking lot, mark looked around, hesitating to get out of the car, like he was waiting for you to leave first.
“uhh, are we not going in?” your brows furrowed.
mark’s pupils darted around awkwardly, “oh, uh, you go ahead. i kinda wanted to stay and listen to the radio. i'm really into the news lately.. yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck.
you squinted your eyes at him for a second, “yeahh, okay. well, i'm only getting candles so hang in there until then. i won’t be long.” he shot you an awkward smile before you got out of the car, heading towards the store.
mark had been acting super.. odd, lately. he could hardly ever hang out anymore, and when he finally could, he would always make up some dumb excuse for why he had to dip out early. it was starting to become pretty obvious that something was going on.
after your little target run and a 15 second staring contest after mark frantically turned off the radio, he drove you back to his apartment where you found hyuck waiting on the couch.
“haechannie!” you ran to the couch, damn near jumping into his arms and wrapping him in a bear hug, “happy birthday, cutie.”
hyuck let out an excited noise muffled by your arm around him. you pulled away from him, “oh, sorry dude.”
he spat out some of the fluff from your sweater, “it’s cool. it’s my birthday, so! literally nothing could annoy me today.”
you smiled widely at his excitement. seeing him happy brought a great deal of warmth to your heart. you sat down next to him on the couch and the two of you started to talk about the party and how excited you both were while mark busied himself in the kitchen, unpacking your target haul which turned out to be way more than just candles.
you stayed on the couch with hyuck, listening to his joyful musings in regards to the party. “i can't wait for everyone to get here,” he moved his hand to rest on your arm, “especially since jaem texted me that he and jeno are bringing me something ‘special’.”
you raised an eyebrow at him, “hello? special like what?”
“mm, special like expensive..” he flopped back dramatically against the couch cushions, “they both work at that fancy place in manhattan now, so they can afford to spoil me properly.”
“jesus, haechan.” you laughed at him.
you heard the sound of mark dropping something followed by a quiet curse from the kitchen and whipped your head in his direction but hyuck just waved his hand dismissively. “he's fine, he's fine. hey, did you call everyone to remind them about presents? because I swear if johnny shows up empty handed again-“
“uh no, no, not yet.” you scrunched your brows over at the kitchen before turning back to hyuck and lowering your voice slightly. “hey, is it just me or is mark being kind of... weird today? and like, every day this week.”
hyuck peeked over the couch at mark pacing for a moment before he shrugged, “um. no. don’t worry about it, though, party’s in like 40 minutes. get excited again!”
you pushed yourself off the couch, ignoring hyuck's dramatic protests for you to stay as you made your way to the kitchen. mark was hunched over his phone, seemingly studying apple maps with intense focus. you leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment.
“you good? you seem off.”
mark jolted up, “shit— oh, hey,” he straightened his posture, rubbing the back of his head. his eyes looked around the kitchen, not quite meeting yours. “just, uh, making sure everything's organised. you know how hyuck gets about this stuff.”
you squinted at him. that was definitely a lie — hyuck couldn't care less about party organization as long as there’s booze and gifts. before you could call him out on it, mark's phone buzzed. he grabbed it so quickly he almost dropped it, glancing at the screen with an expression you couldn't quite read.
“i gotta- there's something i need to...” he gestured vaguely towards the door, already backing towards it.
“mark!”
“gimme 10 minutes.” he pleaded, and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the kitchen surrounded by half-unpacked target bags. “fuck me, dude.”
you sighed, turning your attention to the scattered grocery bags. whatever was going on with mark had to wait — you had a party to set up. you pulled out the some fairy lights, arranging them strategically around the living room while hyuck provided unhelpful commentary from his spot on the couch.
“a little to the left— no, no, my left— no, wait, the first spot was better...”
“aye, cut it out, haechan. it's your birthday, not your interior design debut,” you teased and he just pouted in response.
as much as you tried to occupy yourself, you couldn't help but be painfully aware of mark's absence. usually he'd be right there with you, probably tangling up the lights or making terrible puns about the party supplies.
“y/nnie, the streamers are crooked!”
“dude.” you turned to face him, you placed a hand on your hip, “since you're such an expert on crooked streamers, why don't you get off your ass and come help me?”
he clutched his pearls, “but i’m the birthday boy.. i'm supposed to be lounging and being waited on.”
“you can lounge at your birthday party.” you grabbed a pack of balloons and tossed them at him. he caught them with a whine but finally got up from the couch.
as you worked together, hyuck's presence made it easier to ignore the nagging worry about mark's disappearance. the two of you fell into an easy rhythm; you hanging decorations while hyuck attempted — and mostly failed — to blow up balloons without getting light-headed.
"haechan, your face is turning the same color as those balloons." you laughed out.
“bro, i swear there’s something wrong with them.” he huffed, out of breath.
“out of breath from blowing balloons is crazy, actually.” you laughed out.
you pulled out your phone while hyuck continued his dramatic balloon-related suffering on the floor. scrolling through your recent calls, you hit renjun's number.
“hello?” renjun's voice crackled through the speaker.
“hii, just checking you guys are almost ready. and uh, bringing presents?” you put the phone on speaker so hyuck could hear.
“yeah, we're getting ready now. jaemin's been wrapping the same gift for like an hour because he keeps messing up the corners.”
“it needs to be perfect!” you heard jaemin yell in the background.
“it's just gonna get ripped open anyway,” jeno's voice chimed in, followed by what sounded like jaemin throwing something at him.
“we're already together, so we can leave pretty soon.” renjun explained. “and jeno and jaemin are acting like an old married couple, as per usual.”
“no, we’re not!” jeno protested.
“sure, man.” renjun chuckled. “anyway, we'll be there in like an hour. just gotta pry these two apart first.”
“kay, bye.” you squeaked, hanging up the phone.
you walked around the apartment, scrutinizing every detail. the fairy lights cast a warm glow across the room, and despite hyuck's earlier complaints, the streamers looked perfectly fine. the snacks were nicely arranged on the coffee table, and you'd managed to create a decent photo backdrop on one wall with some of the balloons.
“wait, everything looks so good…” you whispered, more to yourself than to donghyuck, who was back sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone. “it’d be nice if mark was actually was here to see it.” you sighed.
“trust, he’ll be back,” hyuck said without looking up, completely unbothered. “he always comes back.”
something about the way he said it made you pause. because what does that even mean… it wasn't just casual reassurance. it sounded like he knew something you didn't.
you decided to freshen up before everyone arrived, heading to your room where you'd laid out your outfit on the bed.
“y/n! jaemin just texted, they're like ten minutes away!” hyuck called through the door. “please tell me you're not going to take forever to get ready!"
“yeah, yeah.” you called back. you changed into your outfit — a cute black top with a matching midi-skirt that made you feel confident.. despite the weird energy of the evening.
you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before hurrying out to join hyuck. just in time too because as soon as you came out, the doorbell rang and hyuck almost face-planted trying to answer it.
“happy birthday!” three voices chorused as soon as the door swung open. renjun, jeno, and jaemin piled in, arms loaded with presents and various snacks.
“jesus, jaem, is that what took you so long?” you laughed, eyeing jaemin's impossibly pristine gift wrapping.
“listen. i don’t play.” jaemin defended himself.
“no, yeah. ‘course.” you blinked and jeno's face just scrunched up in embarrassment.
renjun piped up, “hey, where's mark? usually he's the one opening the door looking stressed about party logistics.”
you felt your smile falter ever so slightly. “oh, he's just... running an errand. i don’t know.”
“what a host.” he raised an eyebrow and you just sighed.
before you could respond, more guests started arriving, saving you from having to explain mark's mysterious absence.
the party was in full swing now, music vibrating through the apartment as you gathered everyone together near the balloon backdrop you'd set up earlier.
“okay, haechannie, you go in the middle!” you directed, watching as he immediately started posing while everyone shuffled around him. he had definitely rehearsed.
“na jaemin, stop fixing your hair, it looks fine.” jeno tried to push jaemin’s hands away from his bangs.
“that's what you think,” jaemin muttered, but finally dropped his hands.
you set up your phone timer and rushed to join the group, squeezing in between renjun and hyuck. the photos came out cute — everyone laughing and making silly faces and then jeno somehow managing to look like he was on a magazine cover.
but as you flicked through them, each one felt incomplete. it was painfully obvious that mark was missing. you glanced at the time — he'd been gone for over an hour now.
“okay, okay, let's take some silly ones!" hyuck suggested and jeno groaned.
“christ.”
but you were already backing away from the group. “i gotta use the bathroom real quick,” you said, heading down the hallway.
you reached for the bathroom door handle, pushing it open without thinking — only to hear a startled “privacy, pri- i’m in here!”
“shit, sorry.” you caught a glimpse of familiar dark head of hair and what looked like red spandex before you instinctively slammed the door shut.
wait…
you reopened the door just enough to slip inside — and make sure no one sees the butt ass naked mark in the bathroom — closing it quickly behind you.
mark stood there frozen, in only his boxers and a spider-man mask dangling from one hand.
“dude, i can explain-“ he started.
“go ahead.” you cut him off, keeping your voice low despite the music muffling any chance of being overheard.
“because i've been worried sick about you disappearing all evening, and now I find you in here..” you waved your hands in his general direction, “doing whatever you’re doing. wait, what the hell are you doing..?”
mark cringed, hyper-aware of the situation he was in. “you found me!”
“what are you actually doing right now.”
“hide and seek?” he looked like he didn’t even believe the reason he just gave.
“okay, enough of the excuses now. like for real. cause i’ve been really worried about you these past few months because you keep going missing and you just brush it off every time. i know you’ve been lying to me. what is up with that?”
his expression became serious, “y/n, i’ve hated lying to you. every time i had to come up with some shitty excuse, i’ve felt awful.”
“you never had to lie about anything, mark. i’m your best friend, you’re just supposed to tell me.” you frowned at him and he could have sworn he heard his heart shatter.
“it's not- I just- I had to...” he trailed off, running a hand through his disheveled hair and taking a deep breath. “there was this thing downtown, and i mean, i couldn't exactly tell you-“
“tell me what, mark?” you stepped closer, arms crossed. “another shitty excuse? that all your disappearances were because you- you’re-“ you glanced down at mask in his hand before he swiftly threw it across the floor.
you froze, pointing at him, “woah. no. pick that up.”
“y/n. chill on me.”
“mark lee.”
“okay, hear me out,” he pleaded, “remember that ski trip? with hyuck and renjun? when that huge like— snow, monster.. thing attacked us all. but then he showed up?”
you frowned, remembering the terrifying incident. “uh, yeah, it was scary as fuck. but like, what does that have to do with anything?“
“you said you owed him your life,” mark continued softly, “and you screamed in his ear. super fucking loud.” he subconsciously rubbed his own ear.
you looked off to the side and scoffed, “acting like you were there. you literally pussied out as soon as it showed up.”
“trust me i was. i know that after he pulled you out of the way, you immediately started crying. you were wearing that blue ski jacket with the fuzzy hood, and you had snow in your hair, and-“
your eyes slowly widened as you connected the dots in your head. “shut up..” you whispered. “you’re him?”
mark flushed slightly, holding his arms out, “i meannn…”
“mark lee saved my life..?”
“yo, that’s crazy.” he brought his fingers up to his lips as if he was in deep thought, “like when you put it like that, that sounds cra-“
you cut him off by leaning in and softly pressing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands found home on your lower back as he sighed into the kiss. a noise that brought you back to reality.
you pulled away, “wait, shit! oh my god, i’m sorry. i didn’t even ask-“
“no, it’s okay! i- uhm, i kind of wanted you to do that.. i don’t know.” he looks downwards.
“oh, purr.”
“wait— did you just kiss me ‘cus i’m a superhero? ‘cause that’s literally fine, but like—“
“god, mark, no. i’ve kind of liked you for a while. i guess the fact that you literally helped me escape death really solidified it for me. i don’t know..” you shrugged.
he looked at you with warm expression before realisation hit him and his eyes widened, “yo, i’m literally naked…”
you laugh at him, “oh yeah, i lowkey forgot.” you turn around allowing him to start dressing. “y’know, this actually explains a lot.”
he scoffed, “pfft. what do you mean?”
“your excuses were ass. it was only a matter of time till i found out.”
“what? no.. i was so stealthy.”
you laughed at him, “sure, mark. i—
you were interrupted by loud banging on the door. both you and mark flinched.
“Y/N Y/L/N! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT POOPING AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY.”
you slowly opened the door, just enough that only your head was visible, “hi, haechannie…”
“ew, no, i can smell it. i can’t believe you’d do this to me—” he frowned and you rolled your eyes.
“no one’s pooping, hyuck. don’t be dramatic.”
“huh. well— oh hello. why are you in the bathroom with mark? and you did it at my birthday dinner…”
“girl stop. mark just got here actually.” you turned to look at him, unsure of how to explain. all he could do is hold up a hand to wave awkwardly, “hey man.”
“mm yeah. nice of you to swing by, mark.” hyuck raised a brow at him. “how’d you sneak past the door? you’re so sneaky, like, uhh… like a bug.” he raised his brow once again. “huh, mark?”
mark just looked from side to side, “what are you saying to me right now?”
“oh, yknow, you’re just kinda creepy.. and crawly… and stuff.”
“she already knows.” mark pulled a shirt over his head.
“oh, she— yeah? yeah, no, okay.”
a/n; takes a long nap…….. this came to me in a hallucination