#🐯 mark

[cigsaftersuh]

ㅡ bound by birth.

🐯 a lee minhyung fic <3

୨ his favorite person, numbers, & date ୧

the rooftop was quiet, the city lights stretching endlessly in every direction. mark had rented out the entire space for the evening, wanting privacy. "no distractions," he’d said earlier with a casual shrug, as if it was the simplest thing in the world to turn a luxury venue into his own private sanctuary.

you sat beside him on the plush outdoor sofa, the scent of his cologne — a clean, woodsy warmth — lingering in the cool evening air. a soft cashmere throw was draped over your legs, and mark’s hand rested comfortably on your thigh, his fingers warm and steady against you.

“do you ever think about how much a person’s life can change?” his voice broke the quiet, low and contemplative.

you turned to look at him, catching the sharp lines of his jaw under the soft glow of the ambient lighting. “what do you mean?” you asked with curiosity.

he didn’t answer immediately, his gaze focused on the city skyline. when he spoke again, his tone was softer.

“mine changed the day i met you.”

you blinked at his words, your heart skipping a beat.

“be serious,” you say playfully nudging his shoulder.

he glanced at you, the faintest smile tugging his lips at your reaction. “i’m serious. you don’t even realize how much you’ve done for me.”

you shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling the weight of his words. “i didn’t do anything,” you said, your voice quieter now.

“you didn’t have to,” he replied. “you just... being you is enough.”

his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, grounding you. “before you, i was just going through the motions. work, money, investments — it all felt empty. but then you came along, and suddenly, it all made sense. everything i have, everything i’ve worked for; it’s yours.”

your breath caught, the sincerity in his voice leaving you momentarily speechless. “mark, you don’t have to���”

“i know i don’t,” he interrupted gently, his eyes meeting yours. “but i want to. you’re everything to me, y/n. i need you to know that.”

the intensity in his gaze made your heart race, and you struggled to find the right words. “mark…”

“i’ve already made it clear in other ways,” he continued, cutting you off with a faint smirk. “you know my bank pin?”

you frowned at the sudden change in topic. “why would i know that?”

“you should, it’s your birthday,” he said, his tone casual as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather.

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. “wait... what?”

“my bank pin,” he repeated, his smirk growing. “it’s your birthday.”

“mark,” you said, your voice half-laugh, half-disbelief. “why would you do that?”

“because it’s the most important date in my life,” he said simply. “it’s the day everything changed.”

your chest tightened, his words sinking in. “you’re crazy.”

“i’m practical,” he corrected you, his smirk softening into a smile.

“it’s not just my pin, by the way. it’s the access code for the penthouse, my apartment, my car, my office vault...”

you could tell he was only naming what came to his mind in the moment, and that it wasn’t even half of half of whatever else he uses your date of birth for.

your eyes widened. “but that’s so reckless!”

“it’s not,” he replied smoothly, his thumb beginning slow circles against your thigh. “it’s intentional.”

“intentional?”

“every time i use those digits, it reminds me of what matters most.” his voice dropped slightly, his tone laced with quiet conviction. “you.”

your heart felt impossibly full, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. “mark, i don’t even know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, leaning closer. his hand slid from your thigh to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin gently. “just let me take care of you.”

you sighed, leaning into his touch. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and yours,” he countered, his lips curving into a small smile.

the soft breeze of the city below filled the silence that followed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was warm and intimate, unspoken promises hanging in the air.

mark’s hand found yours, his fingers lacing with yours as he held you close.

in his world of endless luxury and power, mark had chosen to make you the center of it all — not because he had to, but because he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“your birthday,” he repeated. “it’s my favorite day. because that’s the day you came into the world. the day everything started.”

you blinked, his words settling over you like a soft whisper. “mark…”

“every time i think about it,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, “i can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude. like, how lucky i am that you’re here.”

you were lost in his words, your chest tight with emotion. “wait no, you don’t need to—”

“i do,” he said, cutting you off.

“it’s true. your birthday isn’t just a number to me. it’s a reminder of who you are, and how you’ve changed everything.”

he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “and that’s why it matters more to me than anything else.”

you didn’t have to say anything in return. his words, his actions, spoke louder than anything you could have.

mark had made sure you knew, without any doubt, that in his world, you were the one that made it all worthwhile.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[cigsaftersuh]

this is so so cute ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝◞ ˕ ◟⸝⸝꒱ྀིა <3

𒀭࣪⋆ :completely: [mark lee x reader]

non- idol au. wc:1000 cw:self-h@rm, mental health issues, body dysphoria, fluff, slight skinship, slight angst. mental breakdown

calla's note: if you know that you might get triggered by sh, please don't read this story. it's okay, it doesn't make you any less brave or cool to skip this story.

You glared at yourself in the mirror, your image becoming more and more blurry as tears blocked your view. As you blinked them away, the water smudging your makeup, you hated yourself for allowing yourself to believe that you could ever look good in the strapless dress that your boyfriend, Mark, had bought for you.

Everywhere-your arms, shoulders, and clavicles- were crisscrossed with scars. They made you look like a wild animal had been let all over you; angry, red, and relentless.

“Cutter,” your ex had remarked in the past. To him, it was unattractive to bear the unforgiving marks of self-mutilation.

“Poser,” a friend had laughed when you'd accidentally shown them to her (whatever that meant.)

You bad been together with Mark for two months. With Mark, you felt like you could be yourself. You didn't need to pretend to lead a perfect life, nor be happy 100% of the time. He made you laugh, made you smile, made you forget about everything else apart from you and him. Although you hadn't yet said it to his face, you were convinced that you were in love with him.

However…

…you had never shown him your cuts.

You didn't want to imagine the look of horror on his face when he realised that he was going out with a madwoman. You didn't want to make him feel like it was his fault for your unsteady mental health. You didn't want him to leave you after discovering that you didn't truly love yourself yet.

For that reason, you had always covered your body with long jumpers and shirts, insisting that you were fine even when it was boiling hot. For that reason, you had tried hard not to show how unhappy you were when Mark presented you the strapless dress “as something to wear for our date.” You had hugged him, thanking him for being so thoughtful, and he had kissed you in response, glad that he had been able to help.

With Mark waiting for you downstairs, you had reluctantly changed out of your hoodie and long sleeved top and pulled the dress over your head, hoping that somehow, your latticed arms wouldn't look too bad. But here they looked, worse than ever, a multicoloured array of scarlet, pink, brown, and white lines in every place that the eyes could see.

You were soiled. Worthless. Disgusting.

Your body shook with sobs as the tears flowed freely down your face. You knew that Mark was going to find out, and he was going to leave you, and you were going to be alone forever and ever.

Tap-tap!

Mark's voice came through the door. “Hey, y/n. I don't want to rush you, but you've been a bit of a while in there. I hope you're okay. Um- I'm coming in, so I hope you're decent…”

You crossed your arms over your chest as if doing so would make the scars disappear. “NO!” you mouthed silently. But it was too late. Mark came around the door, ever dapper in a smart casual affair. He was smiling, but then he stopped when he saw your streaming face. Then his eyes went down to your arms, and he stopped completely, still as a stone.

“That's right,” you hiccuped. “Laugh at me. Despise me. Hate me for who I am. I'm sorry that I look like this, and I wish I could change, but I can't.”

Mark walked up to you and gently took your hand in his. “Why are you ashamed?” he asked softly. “Why would you hide this away from me?”

His other hand hovered over one of your arms, but then he glanced up at you. “May I?” he questioned. You shrugged in response. To be honest, you didn't didn't understand what was going on. Whether Mark was being kind to you, or whether this was his rejection ritual. You decided that you'd let everything play out.

Mark ran his finger down the raised scars, brows furrowed with concern. He looked up at you. “You see these, y/n?” he said. “These are what they call battle scars. They're a proof of the mental turmoil that's going on inside your head, You should never, never feel bad for having these scars.” He drew you into a hug, and the action made you cry again, weeping into his shoulder and making his suit damp. “I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that you can't express yourself freely, darling,” he uttered. “I don't care what issues you have, I don't mind what you've been through or what you have on your body. I'm going to love you completely.”

Had he just said…-?

Mark pulled away suddenly. “Okay, babe, I was going to say this tonight at our date, but I might as well say it now. I love you. I always have, since we met, and I always will.” You weren't sure if you could believe what you were hearing. “Even with my cuts?” Mark pulled you into another embrace, kissing you gently on the cheek. “Even with your cuts, y/n. I know that one day you'll be able to open up to me, but we're going to take things one step at a time.” He pulled at your dress as you broke away. “You don't have to wear this, you know, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You looked down at your dress. Now that you were recovering from your breakdown, you realised that you liked the way that the dress hugged your figure, the way that the colour complimented your hair and skin. Mark really did have a good sense of style. Besides, what was wrong with your cuts? Beauty's in the eye of the beholder, and you decided that you'd give your marks some love, even if only for tonight.

“It's okay. I'll wear this one.”

“Oh, great.” Mark tried to hide his smile, but you could tell that he was very excited at this small achievement.

So were you.

[nerdlvr]

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush

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maybe you should've kept in mind that anyone looking to find love is allowed on the app even campus fuck boy mark lee

fuckboy!mark x fem!reader

genre : humor, neighbors/enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, slight slow burn, fluff, mark and reader are always at it bro (fighting not fucking LMAO),

warnings : sex jokes, death jokes, mean ass insults and comments, descriptions of sex and dirty acts, reader is a secret freak, lets see for how many chapters i can talk about sex for tbh...

notes : my 2nd smau! I wanna take my time with this one since there's not evil dad backstory lol... i apologize beforehand for the way these guys talk about women. feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to enjoy!

playlist : pony , ginuwine | s&m , rihanna | sex with me , rihanna | die for you , the weekend | the boy is mine , ariana grande | kiss me thru the phone , soulja boy | work out , j.cole | rodeo , lah pat | agora hills , doja cat | moonlight , kali uchis

status : completed !

profiles [1] | profiles [2]

intro

[1] pussy with emotion

[2] juliet o juliet

[3] jelena forever

[4] false alarm

[5] long dee

[6] zoo wee mama

[7] good boy

[8] nanami x reader

[9] GAGGED YOU

[10] constipation

[11] honesty and attention

[12] might like her sorta

[13] 10/10

[14] psych manipulation techniques

[15] burger king

[16] that's barbie bitch

[17] that sounds familiar…

[18] GET MARRIED?!

[19] haiiiiii >0<

[20] rizz

[21] bread and jam

[22] tap dancing

[23] she gotta be a lesbian

[24] brat

[25] the y/n way

[26] YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE

[27] oh fuck no.

[28] gordon ramsay

[29] friendly bonding

[30] who tf is peter

[31] sweetie pie juliet

[32] skibbiddi toilet rizz

[33] he's molesting us

[34] @ilynanam1

[35] hairy balls

[36] are u my daddy?

[37] crack dry

[38] he's unemployed

[39] certified throat goat

[40] dream blunt rotation

END~

bonus :

[1] private but not secret

[2] ms. daisy

[3] finally on the priv

END~

[cinnamilkette]

○ ↝ʾ 騒音に満ちた世界で、彼らは一緒に自分たちのメロディーを見つけた. ࣪ .ᵕ ৲

[rvnclyd]

[jaes1lvr]

if you can take my hand

i promise we'll find love again

[forsakenmissives]

[diaphamin]

Also theory here. I think Y/N will actually end up being Mark’s Ex. She’s pretending not to be to get his trust and she’ll end up using everything he tells her against him. 🐯

ho is you evil???? jkjk good theory maybe ur right idk

[loevhyuck]

[ohmyminsung]

hi kass!! 🥺💌

mel my beloved hiiiiiii 💕

my favorite fellow lino girlie i love that we became such fast friends !! it definitely wasn’t without the help of a certain sparkly eyed scorpio but i think we would have gotten there anyway ☺️ u are so sweet and funny and generous and talented it is such a gift to get to know u! i love that u make (i think) surprise gifsets for ur pals just to make them happy 🥺 (i found my xmas one u made the other day it’s so 🥰💖💘✨) i love that ur always ready to scream abt any of our boys should the mood strike i know i can count on u 🫶🏼 u are a ray of light it is really a joy to have u around and u make stayblr all the more fun and welcoming 💛

mutuals send me a 💌 and i’ll tell you something i love about you!

[cigsaftersuh]

[241216 🐯]

7dream are such rapper gfs i love it here

[liliansun]

phew.

MARK LEE ☆

[nerdlvr]

you stared at your kitchen counter, sheets covered with song lyrics scattered all around you. each one sweeter than the next. mark had labeled the songs, each one with a date and the song title written on the top of the page.

03.15 no names, just us

he talked about how you both met, on that stupid site. how he knew from the start that it felt just right. he didn't need to see your face, the words you spoke making him feel like he found his place.

03.16. my juliet

he said he'd never read the book, hadn't even taken a look. but that day he asked hyuck for a copy. he finished it only in a couple hours, laying on his bed, wondering what the hell he just read. he hoped that his love story wouldn't reach that tragic end.

03.22. just lips

you blushed as you read the next song, a very detailed description of your first kiss. he talked about his roaming hands, feeling your ass, soft and plump, described how it made something other than his heart jump. how by the end of the night he was dying to see you, but all that you left him with was his balls blue.

04.07. ms. librarian

this one was about when he finally found out it was you. how he tried to deny that his neighbor was the one, but fate brought him to you, not just anyone. so he'd have to find his way into your heart, even if it meant he'd have to keep a secret that could pull you two apart.

04.12 soft sweet scent

this song was supposed to be about the first time you two hung out. but mark started to ramble about how you smelt, how it made him wonder how you felt. the rest you'll keep to yourself, but it's about the thoughts he had when he locked himself in your bathroom, lets just say he had a lot in mind of what he'd want to do to you.

.

the rest of the songs went on about the dates you both had, about the guilt he felt for keeping the secret, the jealousy he felt when he saw you with his friends. there were 64 songs in total, some short some long, but each one filled with nothing but pure love. the 64th was the shortest, but just as special.

05.18 come over

i can't believe it took me so long to realize what was right next door. the perfect girl for me, the one that always leaves me wanting more. just with one kiss you had me hooked, even before i knew how you looked. so come to me baby, i'm right next door waiting, be mine please, don't just stand there debating.

right as you finished you heard a knock on your door, you didn't even think twice before opening it, lyric sheets still in your hands. mark stood there fist up in the air, shocked at the speed at which you opened the door. a blush crept onto his cheeks as he chuckled awkwardly,

"oh, um, hi, hi i know in the, uh, song i told you to come over, but you were taking kinda long, so i just wanted to see if um, you were okay."

you smiled up at him, blushing like a school girl, a light giggle escaping your lips,

"you do know you wrote 64 songs right? i'm an english major but i don't read that fast."

he scratched the back of his neck,

"oh yeah, right, sorry, i like, i don't know dude, i haven't slept in days."

you raised a brow at him,

"dude? is that how you refer to your girlfriend?"

"oh no i'm sorry i just- wait what? my girlfriend? you'll be my girlfriend, really?"

he leaned down to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, the paper in your hands crinkling as you squeezed him back,

"god, it's only been 2 days but i missed your smell, you just smell so-"

he inhaled deeply, as he leaned into your neck, placing light kisses there.

"mhmm, i know, i think i read about it in the 'soft sweet scent' song. something about wanting to know if i tasted just as swee-."

he moved his attention away from your neck, deciding to place a soft kiss on your lips instead,

"okayyy, that's enough. i will actually die if you read anything that i wrote out loud."

you giggled as the blush on his cheeks grew darker, clearly remembering the dirty words he spent all night writing. he cleared his throat, backing away from the hug,

"so, i kinda prepared something if you wanna go see, it's kinda corny but, i don't know, i don't know, i got it off pinterest."

you nodded quickly, excited to see what he planned, squeezing his hand tightly as he led you out of your apartment and into his.

.

as you walked into his apartment you felt your heart fluttered at the scene in front of you. the room was dark, only the light from the tv illuminating the room. his couch was adorned with soft blankets and pillows, snacks laid out on the coffee table.

"i know it's not much but, i got your favorite snacks, and- wait, look-"

he reached for a blanket on the couch, stretching it out in his arms, showing it to you, you laughed at the image on the blanket.

"wait- can you see? did i get it right? that's nanami right?"

"yes mark, you successfully bought a blanket with nanami's face on it."

he threw the blanket back on the couch, smiling proudly as he walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you brought your hands up to hold his face bringing him down for a quick kiss. he smiled wide as he pulled you towards the couch.

"guess what we're gonna watch. it starts with romeo and ends with-"

you stopped in your tracks,

"wait you don't expect me to sit on that couch right? the one you used to fuck all those girls on?"

he laughed nervously,

"uh, actually, how about you meet me in my room."

you gave him a thumbs up before making your way to his room, giggling as he gave your ass a light pat as you walked away.

"oh, and don't bring nanami! he touched the weird sex couch!"

mark let out a laugh as he watched you make a disgusted face at the piece of furniture. not like he was gonna bring him anyways, he was getting laid tonight, and he didn't need some old anime guy watching.

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [39] certified throat goat

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notes : heyoooo, this is like the second to last update for this series (idk what second to last means but theres one more chapter hehe) then i will make some extras so lmk if theres something specific you want to see!!!

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[rvnclyd]

barista mark lee and his fake tattoos

[gaiaxygang]

perth tanapon babygirlisms