#🐯

[shopcat]

look at this wonderful gif of scallops getting scared and scattering like a flock pigeons

[yotume]

[nerdlvr]

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [40] dream blunt rotation

previous — masterlist — extra1

notes : the enddd finallyyy!!! i am like super satisfied that it ended in an even number 😭 i got extras planned already so that will be coming soon

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[pomefioredove]

May I request a scenario/headcanons/whatever you want where Idia is dating the reader but nobody believes him? Like, he met the reader online and they've called eachother and whatnot but never met in person.

Anyway, some sort of event comes up (maybe the halloween one (love the halloween one)) and the third years are talking about who they know that's coming and when they ask Idia he says his partner.

How woulf they react to hearing that information and how bewildered would they be when Idia's s/o actually shows up to thr event?

Feel free to not do this one if you don't want to! Thank you for the opportunity to request in the first place, I genuinly love your writing!! <3 💗💞

-🐯

this is a really good prompt actually!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not-so-long distance

type of post: headcanons characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

Idia already knows that e-dating is a new low

(even for him)

but it's not like he can flirt with people IRL!

besides, he knows you're the real deal

he's... kinda-sorta-maybe hacked into your computer and snooped...

but only once! he just had to make sure you weren't some creep

(then he was like, oh, I'm the creep...)

so, he's dating the Ramshackle prefect

so what?

you know it's him, he knows it's you, he's still working up the nerve to talk to you IRL...

...yeah

the trouble starts when Leona makes a comment during a housewarden meeting

Idia, a little overconfident, ripostes

...and it's all downhill from there

no matter what he says, no matter what he shows them, none of the other housewardens believe his relationship is real

(except for Kalim, but that's not saying a lot)

Idia knows he has to play his cards right, though

so he shuts up and lets it go

ironically, that argument is what gives him the confidence to finally ask you out for an IRL date

...where he knows everyone will see you together

worth it

the looks on their faces are priceless, to say the least

their reactions when it turns out that not only was he telling the truth about having a partner, his partner turns out to be none other than the lovable, popular Ramshackle prefect themselves...

it's a big of an ego trip for him

[mcondance]

i won’t even lie, i’d be the office 🐱 idc. reid, hotch, and morgan could take alllllll of that stress out on me idccccc

-🐯

MDNI; reader’s outfit is referred to as “distracting” | no morgan included cause i don’t wanna fuck him oops | reader can be fucked against a wall

hotch comes in fuming. locks eyes with you and all it takes is him yanking at his tie and a nod towards the room where it always happens.

or, spencer’s irritated and frustrated cause he can’t figure the case out. wracking his brain for any piece of knowledge that could help him. he’s tired and aggravated, and as he leans back in his chair, taking in the office, there you are. pants tight enough to distract even wonder boy, and shirt clinging to your gracious body.

hotch beckons you into a back room, somewhere far away from the blood and carnage that has driven him into your arms, in between your legs and inside you while you sit on a forgotten desk, spread for him to fuel his frustration into something. something good.

you cry and you whine and you sob, and it hurts but it feels just how you need it to, hotch gives it to you just how you like it. the sounds you give him are confused, don’t know whether they want to be sobs of pain or cries of pleasure and at this point, who gives a damn.

you use his first name, unusual and reserved, choking out “aa-” and just barely reaching the rest because he’s reached that spot inside you, and if he can’t solve the case, then he damn sure can make you feel good and make himself feel good too.

spencer’s an office fuck. he needs you on top of him, thighs wet and braced on either side of his legs, chair backed up against the wall so it doesn’t buckle under the force of you and spencer’s ruts and grinds and fucks.

you fuck the frustration out of him, have him choked up and slipping on his words like only you can. head thrown back with you speaking praises and promises in his ear, he’s grateful to have you around whenever he needs to blow off some steam. or, when he needs you to blow it off for him.

he’s cried, let his anger roll down his red face and drop down onto his button-up. other times, when he feels like everyone has everything together except him, he handles you differently.

still frustrated, he’s got you pinned against the wall before you can speak his name. he’s desperate and upset, and he fucks like it. ruts into you and screws you like he’s not the skinniest guy you’ve ever seen.

“stress relief” is what they call you. they’ve got too much love and admiration for you to call you anything else.

[sinful-delight-77]

Show us what's beneath that shirt bunny

-🐯

[john-ts-sh-ai]

♫ ♫ ♫

[ozymoron]

aggie(or magma whatever) doodle i love them so much

[piercemybluesky]

the unfortunate current state of my mind rn (posting here bc ik some people would love to see this)

[ohheyitsjustjinx]

Hey there, I'm Jinx. I'm 32 and a fox sub-leaning switch. Preferred pronouns are they/them. This blog is largely for fantasies and the content I post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires.

Gifts here 👆

Tips here 👆

Everyone of any and no gender is welcome here.

Add unnecessary comments to my posts and I will block you if we're not mutuals, keep it in the tags.

Fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential. This blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Spam likers will be given soft blankets and forehead kisses but don't add unnecessary shit to my posts.

Anons are on so this is my consent to send me questions, thoughts, facts, fantasies, degrading and humiliating asks, maybe tasks, pet pics...

Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked on sight if you follow me.

Nonbinary. INFP-T. Chaotic Good.

Single, not really looking, and just here to have fun and make friends with both subs and Dom/ mes.

Anons that are taken: 🌹😸🕸🐯🔪🦄🍒🥐🦊🤭🐝🐼

Kinks I'm into in no particular order: somno, bondage, degradation, humiliation, praise, objectification, body writing, dumbification, light impact play, facesitting, freeuse, breathplay, gags, orgasm control, gentle femdom, light pet play (like a collar and leash = HOT) and some others I can't think of right now.

Kinks I'm not into: blackmail, scat, blood/injury, vomit, animals, ageplay, incest play, race play, needles, extreme pain, anal (receiving).

If it's not listed as something I'm not into... I might be...

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[fairyniceyeah]

💎🐸I want to hold your hand

Title from Shadow (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: “By the time the ambulance arrived he was barely conscious anymore and he was so feverish. He seemed to be in so much pain, he was holding Jihoonie’s hand so tightly that it was turning white."

CW: emeto, hospital, panic attacks (mentioned)

Sickie: Minghao Whumpee: Seungcheol/S.Coups + Jihoon/Woozi) Caretaker: Seungcheol/S.Coups + Jun + Soonyoung/Hoshi + Jihoon/Woozi + Seungkwan

“Hyung, don't freak out.”

Seungcheol, of course, freaked out.

What else was he supposed to do? He hadn’t expected a call from Hoshi, who was supposed to be on a schedule with Woozi, Minghao and Seungkwan until late at night. 

Heart pounding in his chest, he fled the dance practice room where he had been with Jun and Dino, helping them with their practice with a watchful eye. He didn’t even manage to mutter an apology to them. 

Once outside he leaned against the wall, bowing forwards to hold himself up with one hand on his knee, the other holding his phone in a white-knuckled grip to his ears. He could hear how awful, how ragged and fast his own breathing was. But he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t Hoshi’s style to call, especially not during a schedule and not with those words. He was used to them coming from Mingyu who had broken something again or maybe even, without the formal speech form, from Jeonghan after he had been too mischevious for his own good. 

“What’s going on, Soonyoung-ah?”, he asked, trying to steady his breathing. It wouldn’t help if he fell into a panic attack himself.

Hoshi seemed to think along the same lines. “Are you okay, hyung? Breathe.”

“I’m okay”, Seungcheol pressed out, “Soonyoung-ah, why am I not supposed to freak out?”

Hoshi sighed and replied: “We had to call an ambulance for Hao. A manager and Jihoonie are with him. The paramedics think he has appendicitis and decided to take him to the hospital.” 

Seungcheol felt his head swim. Minghao. Hospital. Appendicitis. And he hadn’t been there. Of course he knew that Hoshi and Woozi, especially combined, were able to take care of the younger members well, but still the leader wished he had been there. Maybe he … no. There was nothing he could have done.

“Hyung, you still there?”

“Yeah, umm…”, Seungcheol swallowed, licked his dry lips, “what happened?”

💎

“I’m sorry”, Minghao apologized, curled into himself on the chair some staff had brought for him. Jihoon was kneeling in front of him, patting his mouth with a damp towel. Seungkwan was standing behind the sitting dancer, rubbing his neck in a comforting way. Hoshi, not wanting to crowd the sick member, stood to the side, holding a bottle and a plastic bag just in case. “I didn’t mean to ruin the take.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, hyung”, Seungkwan instantly protested, “you’re sick. It’s not your fault.”

“Kwan-ah is right”, Hoshi added, bowing to a staff member who brought an ice pack wrapped in a towel in thanks. He handed the ice to Seungkwan who placed it onto Minghao’s neck. “You should have said you felt this sick earlier.”

Minghao hadn’t looked great when he had climbed into the car that morning, wincing and in pain. When Woozi had asked, he reluctantly told them he had a stomach ache since the night but he would be fine. And he had seemed better. Well, until he had suddenly rushed off in the middle of a scene to throw up to the side of the filming location. Luckily they had been outside, so not much damage was done - though maybe some to Minghao’s pride when he realized that all staff had watched him puke. 

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Hao”, Woozi grumbled with fondness in his no-nonsense voice especially reserved for stubborn maknae-line members. And if he had to admit it, also towards Hoshi. “How are you feeling now? Is your stomach still hurting? Still feeling sick?”

“Yeah”, Minghao mumbled, unconsciously tightening the hold he had on his stomach. “To both. But give me a few minutes, then I can continue.”

Woozi and Hoshi exchanged a worried glance. They both were reluctant to let their sick dongsaeng continue working but they also knew that filming could not just be halted for an upset stomach. Nearly all thirteen of them had fought through stomach related issues for work before, filmings, MV shootings, concerts, interviews, you name it. If any accommodations could be made, they would be done before the member could ask for them, but what could they do for Minghao?

“Do you want another painkiller, Minghao-yah?”, their manager asked, finally speaking up. He was as worried as the members were, they knew that, but the responsibility and pressure of the shooting rested on his shoulders. 

“Another?”, Hoshi echoed.

“He asked for one earlier”, the manager explained. Minghao nodded in agreement to that statement but then said: “No, thank you. I … I feel too queasy to take anything right now, I think.”

“Are you sure?”, Seungkwan asked, playing with Minghao’s hair now, “it might help you feel better.”

“Yeah”, Minghao breathed out. It was clear he was still really nauseous. “Let’s go on.”

💎

It took only about fifteen minutes, if that, until Minghao suddenly clutched Seungkwan’s wrist, the back of his other hand pressed to his mouth. Seungkwan didn’t hesitate to call for a break, not caring at all if it was his place or not to do so. There was no way he would let Minghao suffer any longer if he could do anything. 

“Come on”, he whispered, wrapping his hand around Minghao’s in turn and pulling him away from any cameras and the filming crew. They ended up by a tree just out of sight and Seungkwan helped Minghao crouch down so he was in a squatting position. They didn’t have any longer, Minghao opened his mouth and a spray of mostly liquid vomit wet the ground in front of him. Seungkwan placed both hands on his hyung’s shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his nape with his thumb. 

Footsteps appeared behind them and a quick glance over his shoulder revealed Woozi and Hoshi standing next to each other to help block the view of the poorly member. Both looked incredibly concerned but before any of them could speak, Minghao started to sway even as he continued to get sick. Instantly Seungkwan stepped directly behind him, so he could lean against his legs and tightened his hold on Minghao’s shoulders. Luckily it was enough to keep Minghao from falling and soon after, he was done for the time-being.

With Woozi’s help, Seungkwan was able to pull Minghao to his feet and none of them missed the pained wince on his face at the movement. Nor the groan he let out unwillingly, his hand coming to clutch his upset stomach. 

“Hao”, Woozi mumbled with a sigh, “let’s take a longer break, okay? Maybe squeeze in a nap. You can’t keep going like this.”

Seungkwan was so grateful to the hyungs for making that decision. Watching Minghao be so sick was awful. They led the exhausted dancer past the crew, Minghao’s head ducked and Seungkwan was sure he was seeing tears in his eyes, frustrated and embarrassed.

💎

The break and the nap - that even the director and the filming crew had had no problems allowing - didn’t help.

Minghao had only been asleep curled up onto Hoshi’s lap and his arms holding his abused abdomen for about ten minutes when he woke up again, barely able to push himself away from the older to avoid puking on him. Woozi helped hold him up as he gagged and retched, the puddle just growing under him.  Tears were running down Minghao’s face, dripping into the vomit below. 

Minghao was barely done with throwing up, when the hold he had on one of Woozi’s hands tightened and he blanched even more. “Bathroom”, he whispered, panicked. 

Woozi didn’t hesitate to help him up, understanding immediately that Minghao didn’t mean he was going to throw up again. Within a minute he had managed to half-drag half-carry the younger into one of the trailers at the back of the filming areas. It had been difficult - Minghao had seemed to be in so much pain that walking had been hard for him. 

Seeing how shaky and ill Minghao was, Woozi didn’t dare leave him alone in the trailer, he just closed the bathroom door while Minghao fumbled with his pants and stepped back. He couldn’t hear anything but pained sobs though and his worry overruling his discomfort at disturbing the younger in such a precarious situation, so within a few minutes he knocked on the door. 

“Hao?”, he asked hesitantly, “are you okay?”

It was a stupid question of course but what else could he say? 

“It hurts, hyung”, Minghao sobbed, “I thought I had to … but … uhm … I don’t. Everything just hurts so badly. I … I can’t get up.”

Woozi winced internally. He knew how Minghao was about privacy. “Do you need help?”

“Please, hyungie…”

Without any hesitation Woozi pushed open the door, instantly met with Minghao’s teary face. The younger upon seeing him enter covered his face in embarrassment though it was more than obvious that he was flushing red. 

“I’ve got you, it’s okay, baby”, Woozi said, a bit helpless in the face of the situation. 

Helping Minghao stand up wasn’t even close to embarrassing for either of them. They had seen each other in various states of undress before of course and all their focus was on moving so slowly that Minghao didn’t cry in pain as his muscles ached and cramped. It took a long minute until Minghao was upright and dressed again and by then he was in so much pain that tears were just streaming down his pale face without him even trying to stop them. 

They made it about two steps out of the bathroom when Minghao suddenly coughed and throw up dripped down his lips. The coughing painted a grimace on Minghao’s face and he cried out. Nothing much came up but it was enough that Woozi realized that they needed real help. Something was horrifically wrong with the younger. 

He managed to get Minghao to lie down on his side on a couch in the trailer’s mainroom and gently brushed his hair from his face. Had Minghao been burning up this badly earlier too?

“Hyungie, it hurts so badly”, Minghao mumbled, his speech slurred. He had his eyes pressed shut and his whole face was soaked in sweat. 

“I know, we’ll get you help, okay?”, Woozi soothed, hoping deep down they could get him relief soon. He squeezed Minghao’s shoulder in comfort, then ran out of the trailer.

They needed more help than they could give Minghao themselves.

💎

“By the time the ambulance arrived he was barely conscious anymore and he was so feverish. He seemed to be in so much pain, he was holding Jihoonie’s hand so tightly that it was turning white”, Hoshi explained, “the paramedics gave him some pain meds but I don’t know how much that helped.”

“Damn”, Seungcheol mumbled, pressing his free hand to his temple, “which hospital are they at?”

Hoshi gave him the name he had gotten from another manager. “You go, hyung, but take care of yourself. Manager-hyung is taking Seungkwannie and me home.”

“Okay, yeah.”

They said their goodbyes, then hung up. Before slipping his phone into his pocket, Seungcheol sent Jihoon a text, letting him know he was on his way. 

As much as Seungcheol wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible, he knew he needed to calm himself down first. It wouldn’t help if he “freaked out” as Hoshi had called it. 

Just as he pushed himself off the wall to return to the dance practice room to gather his stuff and get his car keys, Jun exited the room, worry on his face as he spotted Seungcheol.

“Are you okay, hyung?”, he asked, coming closer instantly.

“Soonyoungie called. Minghao is in hospital”, Seungcheol said, ignoring the question about himself. “They think he has appendicitis. He’s been throwing up and his stomach hurts a lot. He’s got a fever too.”

Instantly Jun’s frown deepened. “Can we go see him?”

“I am on my way there but I don’t know how many people can come…”, Seungcheol trailed off as his phone started to ring again. Seeing Woozi’s contact glowing at him, he quickly accepted the call and put him on speaker.

“Jihoonie?”, Seungcheol asked, “how is he doing?”

When Woozi spoke his voice was waving and quivering in a way that Seungcheel hadn’t heard very often. He seemed to be worried out of his mind.

“Can you find Junnie for me? I don’t think that, uh, I don’t think that Minghao knows what’s going on. He keeps crying and fighting the nurses and I … I’m so sorry, hyung. I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t know how to get through him and explain what is happening. I don’t think he even understands Korean …”, Woozi rambled, clearly overwhelmed. At least he had had enough sense to call Seungcheol in case Jun didn’t know what was going on yet. Luckily, he did.

“Stop, Jihoonie”, Jun interrupted him, “I’m here. Let me speak to Xiao Ba, hm?”

“Oh, thank God”, Woozi breathed out and his footsteps sounded hurried through the phone. Then: “Hao? I have Junnie on the phone, okay? He will explain to you what is happening.”

Instantly Jun started to talk to Minghao in rapid Chinese, sounding like he was barely leaving any space between words to breathe.

By that time Dino stuck his head out of the practice room as well, curious and concerned why both his hyungs had disappeared and never came back. He seemed to be instantly able to tell that something was going on with the way Jun was speaking and he probably saw the concern on their faces.

“What’s happening?”, he asked, coming to stand as close as possible by Seungcheol without actively touching him. He seemed uncertain too, faced with the unknown situation. With a sigh, Seungcheol pulled him into his side, tucking the maknae under his arm. “Why is Junnie-hyung speaking that fast in Chinese?”

“Minghao is sick. He was throwing up at the schedule, so they brought him to hospital. Jihoonie just called because he needed Jun to translate some stuff for Hao”, Seungcheol explained, hoping the short and maybe a bit sugarcoated version of things was enough for Dino. It was enough that already he himself, Jihoon, Jun, Hoshi, Seungkwan and most of all Minghao were frightened. 

“Oh no, poor hyung”, Dino said, sounding heartfelt sorry.

“They are taking him to surgery now”, Jun said with a tremble in his voice, Seungcheol’s phone in hand, call ended. “They needed him to give permission for it but he didn’t even understand what was wrong and what they wanted him to sign. He was so scared…”

“Come here, love”, Seungcheol offered, reaching out his free arm to the younger. Instantly Jun complied and wrapped his other arm around Dino. Together they stood in the hallway for a moment, just holding each other.

💎

The moment Seungcheol and Jun stepped into the waiting room, the leader had his arms full of shaking Jihoon. It was clear that the producer was overwhelmed and scared and he couldn’t blame him. From what Jun had said after the phone call it was clear that MInghao had been too feverish and sick to make any sense. The younger dancer had been crying so badly he kept throwing up and he didn’t understand what was going on at all. His Korean sure was great now but medical terms? That was even hard for native speakers. 

“He … hyung, he is so sick”, Jihoon whispered, resting his head against Seungcheol’s shoulder. “I didn’t know how to help him except hold his hand. He was so scared. I don’t think he even knew I was there.”

“He knew, I’m sure”, Jun comforted, placing a hand on Jihoon’s shoulder.

Seungcheol nodded in agreement and moved his hand up to ruffle the producer’s hair. “You did well, Jihoonie.”

They all turned to look at the manager and a nurse arriving behind them, though Jihoon’s hand stayed fisted to the back of Seungcheol’s hoodie.

“They took him into surgery now”, the nurse explained, “it’s a standard procedure, so don’t worry too much. We perform appendectomies every day multiple times. Your friend is in good hands.”

“How long will the surgery take?”, Seungcheol asked anxiously. He couldn’t imagine waiting for hours now.

“About an hour is typical”, the nurse explained, “less now that they have already started, probably. I can bring you to what is going to be his room after surgery. You can wait there for him.”

Waiting was agony. It was like the arms of the clock didn’t want to move at all. There were only two chairs in the room, which meant Jun having his own and Jihoon ending up on Seungcheol’s lap. Surprisingly he didn’t mind. Normally Jihoon tended to be a pacer but right now it seemed like being in contact with his members was priority.

The manager had gone outside for various phone calls with management. Seungcheol had called Jeonghan to let him know what was going on and to have him go check on the members worried in the dorms and to spread the news. Their second-oldest hadn’t been a fan of not being allowed at the hospital but the nurse had already made sure that they knew they were already over the limit of visitors allowed and that it was an exception. Besides, Jeonghan knew that taking care of the concerned members was important too.

It was about forty-five minutes after they had arrived in the room that the door opened and an orderly was pushing in a bed. Minghao was stark pale against the sheets and he was still asleep from the anesthetics. 

As soon as the orderly had left, they crowded around the bed. Jihoon was instantly clutching one of Minghao’s hands but Jun visibly recoiled from the other where there were various lines in his veins.

A doctor who entered with the manager said: “Don’t be scared of the IV-lines. He needs pain meds, some fever reducers and we gave him some antiemetics just in case. He should wake up in the next half hour. Let somebody know when he does.”

While being physically close to Minghao brought some comfort it was also hard to see him like that. His skin was flushed from his fever and he was soaked in sweat. Connected to the IVs he seemed so small on the bed. Like a young child not an internationally known idol.

“The worst is over, Junnie”, Seungcheol said and took Jun’s hand, guiding it to hold Minghao’s. “He’s okay. The surgery must have gone well, they would have said something if it didn’t.” Jun nodded hesitantly and knelt down next to Minghao’s bed, pressing his head onto the mattress. 

Seungcheol took a few steps back, watching the scene. Minghao would need some time to recover but he was fine. Their friends were worried but a quick text to Jeonghan would calm them down. 

Finally it felt easier to breathe.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[shopcat]

who spilled tempura on this baby sea lion ... you will pay

[yotume]

[nerdlvr]

mark was sat on the edge of the bathtub, one foot on the toilet as he tried his best to apply ointment on his fresh wound. what was even going through his head, he invited you over to talk, just talk, so why did he get the bright idea to shave his balls. i mean, better safe than sorry right? who knew, maybe you had spent just as many sleepless nights thinking about what it would feel like to have his skin up against yours, heat radiating off you bodies as you- enough.

there was nothing sexy about tonight, he had an injured ball and the truth to confess. tonight was about righting his wrongs, about trying his best to be honest with you.... and maybe, just maybe, after everything is said and done, he'd get a little lucky.

.

as you stared at mark's front door you couldn't help but wonder how the hell you ended up here. maybe some weird fate pulled you both together.

you'd been applying to change dorms since your first month of college (mark had always been a noisy neighbor) and your requests had always been denied, leaving you here next door to mark. and then when you finally tried to find love and you get paired with some super romantic anonymous guy (who you found out was mark), and then after that anonymous guy breaks your heart you find yourself falling for the noisy neighbor you once hated.

.

whatever silly red string had been pulling you towards mark had finally led you here. he was standing in front of you hair messy, a light blush on his cheeks as he looked down at you, a small smile on his lips,

"hi pretty girl.”

your heart fluttered at the nickname, immediately melting as he leaned down to wrap his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into your neck. he took a deep breath, enjoying your scent.

“mmm you smell good, i haven’t seen you in so long.”

a blush creeped onto your cheeks when you realized how domestic this all was. if you knew that all it took was a date or two with his friends to get him this sappy you would’ve accepted haechan’s advances a long time ago. you pushed him back by his shoulders, giggling,

“it’s only been like a week mark, don’t tell me you’re already falling for me.”

he grabbed your hand as he dragged you into his apartment, straight into his bedroom.

“more like i already fell, scraped my knee and everything.”

he chuckled nervously, trying to pretend he didn’t just confess his feelings. you bit your lip to hide your growing smile, scooting up onto his bed so your back was against the headboard.

“so why’d you call me over markie, besides the fact that you’re obviously jealous of hyuck.”

he made a sour face at the nickname you gave his friend,

“yeah hyuck, i called you over to talk about him actually.”

you raised a brow confused as to why haechan was the one thing on his mind. you were expecting a confession of him being the anonymous guy with tears in his eyes, on his knees begging for forgiveness, but you guess haechan is one way to start.

you nodded slowly, urging him to continue.

“yeah well, haechan isn’t peter, well i guess he is, technically, by law or something, it’s on his birth certific-“

“mark, stop rambling.”

he picked at his fingernail before continuing,

“yeah well he’s not the peter, you know the one that’s supposed to be your romeo, i am.”

he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for your response.

“wait so you’re my romeo? the one i met on that anonymous dating site? the one that started acting weird before telling me he had a crush on another girl?”

he nodded, eyes still squeezed shut. you raised your voice a little,

“mark look at me, i’m talking to you.”

he slowly opened his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. you bit back a smile, happy that he was feeling at least a tiny bit bad for what he did.

“do you have anything else to say?”

he looked up at you, eyes slightly watery.

“i’m just sorry for everything, seriously, i should’ve never kept this from you, and i get it if you hate me now, but that doesn’t mean that i’m just gonna let you go. my feelings were true this whole time and i really like you, you’re the most interesting girl i’ve ever met. and i’m rambling now but i can go on and on about how sorry i am because i care a lot about our relationship and i want to work this out and-”

you brought a hand up to grab his shoulder,

"alright mark that's enough."

he stopped his ramble looking at you expectedly,

"i know, i've known since i went out with hyuck-"

"oh my god he told you? wait? so you knew and you still came to see me? why aren't you mad at me? why are you so calm?"

you shook your head, lightly laughing,

"do you want me to be mad mark? are you into that? want me to yell at you?"

he lightly slapped your thigh as his cheeks turned bright red,

"stop that! i'm serious! just because you're hot doesn't mean you can use that against me!"

you smirked at him,

"so you think i'm hot?"

he threw himself onto the bed, roughly rubbing his face with his hands.

"you're killing me y/n."

you got up from your place, crawling towards mark before straddling his hips. You hovered your face close to his, giggling as you watched him peek through the gaps of his fingers.

"mark? i'm not mad, promise."

he removed his hands from his face, instead choosing to place them on your hips, looking down to see where your bodies touched, the blush now spreading to his ears. he looked back up at you,

"yeah, but why?"

you looked down at him, liking this position a lot.

"mark, even when you were anonymous, you were nothing but a gentlemen. and when i finally got to know you in person i realized that you were more than just the asshole next door. and i gotta give you credit, you made me fall for you twice. you said your feelings are true and that's the honesty i'm looking for- are you seriously hard right now?"

he brought his hands back up to his face groaning,

"sorry, i was trying not to, i swear i'm listening to what you're saying, but for some reason that's making me hard too, i can't help it!"

you giggled,

"my confession is making you hard?"

he gave you a nervous smile as he slowly looked back down to your hips.

"so this isn't a bad time to ask you to kiss me?"

you leaned down lips only a breath away from his,

"you may be my markie now, but the fuck boy neighbor is still inside you."

he laughed softly as you tried to press your lips onto his, failing as you began to laugh with him. your teeth clashed as you both giggled into each others mouths. you leaned back slapping his chest gently.

"you asked for a kiss! stop laughing!"

he placed his hands back on your hips, smirking up at you,

"so you'll do anything i ask? is it a bad time to ask you to-"

you placed a finger over his mouth,

"mark lee i know what you're gonna ask."

you removed yourself from his lap, laying flat on your back,

"i'm not mad, but it doesn't mean you're forgiven."

he turned towards you, hand coming up to play with your hair,

"yeahhh but i promise you'll forgive me after i show you how good i am with my-"

"buh buh buh, mark lee stop it! i need you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness! i am an empowered woman!"

"i have something elseee i can do on my knees, and it'll make you feel superrrr empowered."

you sat up quickly, turning to glare at mark,

"mark lee, i'm going to go to the bathroom and when i come out you better have a romantic dinner set up!"

you pushed yourself off the bed quickly walking to the bathroom hearing mark shout behind you,

"babyyyy, why do you need the bathroom all of a sudden huh?"

maybe you should've shaved before coming...

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [35] hairy balls

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notes : yippieeee we're almost there, they're not dating yet mainly cause i wanna make some chapters of mark being lovey dovey asking for forgiveness but basically they're fucking

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