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For ten years, never seen someone like me MARK - 1999

April 7th, 2026. The First of the Firstfruits - Editorial design project inspired by The Firstfruit, an album by MARK, exploring identity and biographical storytelling.

Brought to you by @theworld--isyours , on the album's first year anniversary .

#mark lee #the firstfruit #graphic design #nct mark #nct 127 #nct dream #mark #mark soloist #thought i could bring back some of the joy mark gave me when he dropped his very first solo album ! i think is kinda needed...#thanks mark! for opening up your heart and share your music #cant wait for more of you 🤍#nct edits #nct gfx #~ gfx #art #illustration #music #nctinc

MARK / 1999 RECORDING BEHIND

#i <3 hot nerds #nctinc #nct #mark lee #nct mark #mark #the firstfruit #mine*edits #his pretty gorgeous eyess #kissing him (passionately)

implications of sex so mdni, mark being an ass lover and a little freak, suggestive in general, might or might not get a part two (?), reader is the bread maker in this au while mark is just a stay at home king (doesn’t really matter but still an honorable mention), VERY short….

you push the door open, feeling the heaviness of the day still clinging to your body. your muscles ache, your mind is foggy and you can barely keep your legs moving. you throw your bag somewhere in your bedroom, only to feel the warm welcoming presence of your beloved.

minhyung is already in bed, stretched out against the sheets, sporting a typical baggy t-shirt falling to his elbows. his face is relaxed, illuminated by the bed lamp near him. a boyish smile touches his lips as he realizes you’re here, now putting his phone away as one arm gets tucked behind his head, eyeing you up.

you take off your shoes with a sigh, feeling the cold floor against your feet. then unbuttoning your blouse, you let it fall to the floor before throwing it to the nearby laundry pile in your room. his eyes linger on you, as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d seen the past days. like he was starving for a view.

one piece at a time you remove your bra, jeans and jewelery, now only left in your underwear and a camisole you threw on your body for more comfort. he hasn’t said a word ever since you walked in, that smile never leaving his face, and now he’s finally near you.

sliding under the covers, lean arms wrap around your waist as you on reflex rest your head on his chest. “how was work, baby?” his voice is velvet soft, spreading warmth that envelops your whole being, leaning into his scent.

“like always,” he half chuckles at that statement. you feel his hand sliding up your camisole as he rubs your back, slightly shivering at his cold hand. “yknow, those pants you wore today were very pretty. they looked really good on you,” you smile at that, because you knew what he was talking about. the leather brown pants that made your ass look phenomenal from behind. typical. “yeah, I couldn’t stop checking myself out either,” your muffled giggle erupts in the room as he rolls his eyes, grinning the whole time.

“soooo, what do you say we ditch sleeping tonight?”

“hm? why so?” you respond in a slightly quiet tone, eyes already closed. though, you had an inkling where this was headed.

“because i want to make you feel good. what do you say baby?”and with that his hand immediately slips from your back down to your stomach, his fingers sending goosebumps down your skin as they go lower. and a little bit lower. and a little a bit lower. and a tiiiny bit lower, before it finally reaches it’s destination. inside of you.