#🕸🕷✮⋆˙ jaehyun

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(𐙚⋆.˚) something, somehow, someday

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [jaehyun x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 6k w. panic attack, self deprecating thoughts! angst, fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "something, somehow, someday" by the rolemodel

well, he's a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication she's a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation

the sun blared uncomfortably in jaehyun’s eyes as he made his way down the street to his apartment. his body ached and his head pounded as if it were taking revenge for whatever he had put it through the last few nights. the coffee in his hands seemed to not be doing absolutely anything for him, and he was beginning to regret spending those six dollars when his body collided with something, or rather someone.

“ouch, shit” a small voice hissed after a loud crash, catching his attention just fast enough to grab whoever it was by the arm and prevent them from falling.

once you stood on your feet, you pulled the soaked fabric of your shirt away from your skin, attempting to alleviate the scorching feeling of the hot coffee. jaehyun stood there like time was frozen for a couple of seconds. the way the sun reflected on your skin made you look like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even when your white shirt was now tainted light brown.

“i’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked once he seemed to be pulled back into reality, mentally cursing himself. who drinks hot coffee in this weather?

“yeah, sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to where i was going,” you reassured, your nose scrunching adorably as you realized how silly you probably looked in front of this very attractive stranger.

“i wasn’t either, don’t worry.” the man muttered, his eyes travelling down where a box he presumed you were carrying had littered out its contents on the fall.

it seemed to be a shared thought to crouch down and get it, by the way his head hit yours unpromptedly.

“oh my god,” you almost snorted, your head flying up to cradle your forehead as you reached the floor. “i’m so sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he grimaced, his headache not fine with the situation at all. still, he reached for the box and stood up, offering a hand to help you do the same. “here you go.”

“thank you” you nodded and grabbed the box, standing in awkward silence for a couple seconds before speaking again with a slightly amused tone. “that’s not a great introduction to the neighborhood."

jaehyun couldn’t help but smile for the first time in that whole morning.

“are you moving around here?” he asked curiously, silently begging to hear an affirmative come out of your mouth.

maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if he got to see you around.

“yeah, to that building over there,” you pointed, and he felt his soul cheer at the sight of his very own apartment building. “the truck had to park over there, though, no parking space.”

“you shouldn’t be telling strangers where you live, you know,” he joked, an amused glint in his eyes that had forgotten its place for a while. “but i live there too, which is a little weird.”

your smile widened at his words, and somehow the blue sky seemed to shine a little bit brighter. “well, are you busy right now?”

the man weighed his options for a couple seconds before replying, “no, why?”

“let me get you another coffee. i don’t think i made a great first impression,” you smiled, the cute scrunch making its way back to your nose.

“the coffee is not necessary, but i can help you carry boxes if you’d like,” he said, surprising himself with how nice he was being to you considering his track record as of late.

“that would be really nice,” you nodded, beginning to walk towards the car with the handsome stranger right by your side. “may i know your name now?”

he internally cursed himself for letting that very important step skip his mind “jaehyun, you are?”

“y/n” you smiled, and he wondered if you ever stopped.

he hoped you didn’t.

“jaehyun?” you asked, getting his attention back after a couple beats of silence, making him hum in question. “your shoes are untied.”

he's a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation she's a friday night

“i’m so sorry to bother you at this time,” you said for the thousandth time in the fifteen minutes jaehyun had been cooped up under your sink.

“i already told you it’s okay, i had nothing going on anyways” he said, his voice sounding far away as his eyes stayed concentrated in where he worked on fixing the pipe.

“i find that hard to believe, it’s friday night,” you replied from your place on the counter, eyes focused on him instead. “i’m sure you had plans.”

“nothing important,” he shrugged, arms flexing as he continued working.

“so you did have plans,” you said, lowering your gaze to the floor in a poor attempt not to ogle.

“it’s nothing you need to worry about, i was thinking of bailing anyways,” the man muttered, moving away slightly to evaluate his job “turn the sink on for me?”

you immediately moved to do as he asked, happy to not hear the water splashing on the already soaked floor. “is it done?”

“yeah, it should be fine now,” he gave you a tight lipped smile as he gathered the tools from the floor.

“thank you so much, jae” you moved to help him with whatever you could. “i’m guessing you already ate, right?”

“nah, i didn’t feel like cooking,” he answered once he stood up, now towering over you. something in his eyes always appeared to soften when he looked at you. 

“well, let me give you some lasagna i cooked earlier,” you smiled, biting your tongue not to lecture him on the importance of eating well. “and i’m not asking, so don’t try anything.”

jaehyun snapped his mouth shut, letting his complaints die on his tongue as he watched you head to the fridge to begin serving him food.

“you can stay to watch a movie, if you want,” you spoke again, taking advantage of his lack of answer as you put a plate on the microwave.

he couldn’t help but nod to your question, seemingly unable to ever say no to spending time with you even if the voice in the back of his mind told him to just go home and leave you alone.

that’s how he found himself on your couch two hours later, with your legs on top of his and an empty plate of admittedly the best lasagna he had ever had resting on the coffee table as you slept soundly. he knew that was his cue to leave, but he couldn’t help but stare at you. it was kind of creepy, and he knew it, but the peaceful expression on your face was making his heart ache in the most soothing way he could ever experience.

he's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication she's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion

fear creeped into jaehyun’s chest, getting worse by the second as he battled down a scream. everything was dark and cold. so fucking cold. and yet he was still sweating profusely when his eyes snapped opened. his hand unconsciously reached to his side, looking for something to keep him grounded and finding nothing but the bed sheet.

he tried to work through his labored breath as he felt a swarm of nausea hit him like a fucking truck.

god, he really needed a cigarette. 

he begrudgingly allowed himself to calm down before getting out of bed and stepping into his bathroom, ridding himself of his clothes before getting into the cold shower. his muscles relaxed as he did his best to push his nightmares out of his mind, knowing he was just not going to get any more sleep that night.

his body moved in autopilot as he made his way to the terrace, needing the air a little more than immediately. a cigarette danced on his lips when he opened the door and walked to the edge of the building, leaning on the railing as he watched the busy city streets from above.

“couldn’t sleep?” your voice sounded, so fucking out of nowhere that he felt his heart almost fall out of his ass. you chuckled at the small jump before speaking again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

he searched around the dark until his eyes finally settled on you. you sat on a lounge chair, in front of a tea kettle and a bottle of… whisky?

“what the fuck are you doing here at this time?” he asked, his voice sounding a little happier than he intended it to. “and what on earth are you drinking?”

“i could ask you the same, and i'm drinking tea,” you answered, sporting your signature smile. “a little medicine to help me sleep, nothing else.”

he let out a small laugh of disbelief before approaching you to take a seat on the extra chair in front of you. “what a medicine.”

“cigarettes are no better, you know,” you smiled and sipped your ‘tea’.

“touché,” he tilted the open pack towards you, offering you one of his little death sticks.

“i don’t smoke, thank you.” you denied, “want some of mine?”

his curiosity beat him, of course, and he ended up taking a sip of your strange concoction. 

“so, what do you think?” you asked with a hopeful tone.

he tried to contain his laugh for a couple seconds, although his effort was bane “its awful, how do you drink this shit so casually?”

“fuck you! it’s great,” you defended, feigning offense as you threw a small ball of paper you had found god knows where.

“you have shit taste,” he continued, leaning back on his chair, legs spread in a way that should be illegal.

“you’d be surprised,” you scoffed, making his eyebrow raise as your eyes trailed over his body.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, tentatively.

“don’t you worry about it,” you shrugged it off before speaking again. “are you planning on going back to sleep soon?”

“nah, i don’t think i can,” he shook his head, eyes fixated on you.

“good.” 

the smile on your face made his heart do a flip on his chest. 

he's an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication she's a welcome sign

jaehyun was tired of it. of himself; of how he always felt the necessity to run away when things began getting good again. 

why couldn’t he just believe something could go well? why couldn’t he just be happy?

he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve you.

not your smiles. not your care. not your late night calls. much less your weird tea cocktails.

so he left.

he ran away to the east coast for a month and a half with the excuse of visiting his mother at home, promising to text you the moment he landed just to let you know he was safe.

he never did, and you probably hated him.

but it was for the best. he couldn’t let you get too close, he couldn’t let you let him hurt you like he would inevitably do.

like he already had.

and so he was scared as he made his way into the building, praying to every saint out there that he wouldn’t run into you. 

he knew he would at some point, considering your apartment was three doors away from his and you frequented all the places he had shown you. but he hoped that when he did, you would have already chosen to forget him.

he kept his head down until he reached the safety of his own door, grateful for your absence in the halls as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.

he should’ve kept it down, because the moment he looked up he felt his heart shatter in a million pieces and be put back together in the span of a microsecond. stuck to the door was a little cardboard sign, the words 'welcome home!' carefully painted right on it’s middle, surrounded by silly doodles that he had watched you draw on napkins and on the edges of the papers you always had littered around your apartment.

he felt selfish because of the insatiable need he felt to run to your apartment, knock on your door and simply attack you with all the affection he had been harboring for you those past few weeks.

you were supposed to be mad at him, to realize that he was not good for you because he fucking ghosted you for almost two months.

and you made him a welcome home sign instead.

he could’ve been full of self hatred and depreciation; but you weren’t, and he was only but a man that craved your care like the air he needed to breath.

his heart was beating harsh against his chest as rushed to your door, knocking impatiently and praying about you once again. please, answer. please, please, please.

“hello?” you asked as you cracked the door open, visibly stopping for a couple seconds when you caught sight of him.

“hi,” he breathed out. “i’m home.” his voice was almost a whisper, hestating and tinted with fear.

“welcome home, jae.”

oh, how he had missed your smile.

but I believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday

“i told you you weren’t going to like it!” jaehyun laughed at the way your face scrunched in disgust after taking a sip of his drink.

“are you trying to poison me? what the fuck is that?” you complained, amusement laced on your voice as you pushed his cup back to him.

“it’s not that bad, don’t be dramatic,” he rolled his eyes with an affectionate smile.

“it’s pretty bad,” you reiterated, your eyes focused on the softness of his own.

“it’s not, you just drink your coffee like you’re an 80 year old divorced man.” he stuck his tongue out to you childishly. 

you loved moments like those. where he let go of his perpetual bad mood and his nonchalant act enough for you to see the real him. childish, charming, hilarious and so goddamn lovable.

“at least i won’t get diabetes at 30,” you returned the action, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips.

“you have a point there,” he nodded, defeatedly leaning back on his chair.

“of course i do,” you replied cockily. “what should we do after this?” you asked, hopeful that he’d want to continue spending time with you.

he seemed to think for a little while before saying “we can go take a walk by the river, if you want.”

“sounds good, i’d be so down to get street food.” you nodded happily, taking another sip of your drink.

“how are you always hungry?” he chuckled, his voice affectionate.

“it’s a blessing and a curse, i would say,” you stood up and held your hand out to him, “let's go?”

he looked up at you for a couple seconds before taking your hand in his and standing up, cup on his other hand. “let’s go, pretty.” his arm took a place around your shoulders like it was an everyday event, like it belonged there, holding you close to him.

“we have to pay, wait,” you realized seconds before leaving the café.

“i paid when you were in the bathroom,” he confessed with a sly smile. 

“we had agreed i was paying this time!” you said, annoyed while swatting at his chest.

“you can pay next time,” he smiled and ruffled your hair before tucking you right back into his side to pull you along.

“you don’t mean that” you glared, unconsciously leaning into his chest.

“not for a second.” he admitted with a soft laugh.

that jaehyun was like a breath of fresh air. refreshing, light, airy and so incredibly warm that you felt your insides melt every time he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes of yours. and maybe, someday you would succeed in bringing him out more often.

he's a ford truck, door shut, runs from conversation she's an open ear, souvenir, reads the situation

“you ready?” jaehyun asked as he watched you stumble past the building doors, a ridiculous amount of bags hanging off your shoulders.

“yeah, got everything.” you nodded, struggling to make your way to his car with all the weight you carried.

“i would’ve gone up to help you if you told me you were bringing your entire apartment,” he mumbled with a small smile, reaching to grab some of the bags.

“no need,” you assured, visibly relaxing at the new lack of weight. “i’m just ready to leave.”

the man finished putting all your luggage in the trunk of his car, securing it before opening the passenger seat door for you.

“you like the beach that much?” amusement clearly tinted voice, and you were glad he was in a good mood.

“yeah, i’m a big sun enthusiast.” you smiled and climbed into the car, waiting for him to do the same thing. 

“really? i wouldn’t have known” he joked as he put on his seatbelt, leaning in to buckle yours up as well.

he watched as your cheeks tinted in embarrassment, finding it to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. you were really the epitome of pretty, and he couldn’t understand what he had ever done to deserve your company by his side.

“very funny,” you mocked, settling back to normal after the flustering action. “i call aux, by the way.”

“sure, whatever,” he smiled, beginning to drive once you were all ready to go.

the drive to the beach was long, a good two hours to get to a more secluded area where you could be calm and alone. it had been filled with laughs and conversation, something that had been so incredibly rare in jaehyun’s life until you came along and brightened everything up for him.

“jae?” you called, breaking the silence you had been in as you laid on the sand, taking up as much sun as you could.

“hmm?” he hummed, mentally preparing for one of the stupid theories you always came up with when you were silent.

“why were you at the terrace that day?” you asked, and his body tensed up immediately. 

that he hadn’t prepared for.

“the night before you left?” you clarified, taking his lack of an answer as him not remembering what you were talking away.

he stayed silent for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath, wracking his brain for an answer.

there were so many things he’d like to say. he’d love to tell you about his nightmares, the terrors, the fear that ate him from the inside out whenever he dared to believe he could sleep alone.

but he couldn’t do it. he wasn’t ready to let you in.

not when you could get tainted by his darkness while trying to get him out. not when he knew you and your complex of always needing to help everyone around you. not when you would stay and get absorbed by it.

not when you could still prove him wrong and leave.

so instead, he deflected. he knew how to do that a little too well.

“why were you there?”

the monotone tone of his voice told you everything you needed to know, absolutely nothing.

because he wasn’t ready to let you in, and you would be sure to be there for him until he was.

“i watched a horror movie and couldn’t sleep,” you began, and jaehyun could finally let out the breath he was holding.

he's a no thought, record shop, slutty on occasion she's a night in rome

days had passed since the last time jaehyun had talked to you. since the day he fucked up so irrevocably that he was sure he had absolutely no way to recover.

or since you saw him stumble into his house, drunk out of his mind and with a random girl almost clinging to his neck.

the guilt was eating him from the inside ever since that happened, and he couldn’t even fathom the thought of even talking to you. so he didn’t for a while, and then he felt guilty about not talking to you, so it became a vicious cycle that was destroying him more than he thought.

you hadn’t reached out either, so he had gotten to the conclusion that he was better off dead.

well, maybe not that much, but still.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you, even if he tried to drown out his thoughts with alcohol and compulsive record shopping, which was hurting his wallet more than it could take.

all of that was evident in his mind as he walked into the record shop once again, smiling at the cashier before immersing himself in the rows of old vinyls. it worked for about two seconds before the bell rang, indicating another customer.

“good morning!” 

his body froze on the spot, hands going still. he knew that voice too well. he knew your voice too well.

his heart began beating loud enough for him to feel it in his ears, his personal alarm system blearing like he had just encountered death itself.

he listened to you talk to the cashier animatedly for a couple seconds, realizing you most likely had no idea of his presence in the room. and he intended to keep it that way, so he slipped quietly through the aisles, being only two away when your voice sounded again.

“jaehyun?”

he shut his eyes for a couple seconds, debating if he should just act like he hadn't heard you before deciding to turn around and face you.

“yn, hi,” he said, voice strained.

“how are you? i haven’t seen you in a minute” you smiled, and his eyebrows furrowed. why weren’t you acting mad at him after what he did?

“i’m okay… how are you?” he asked hesitatingly. 

“well, i’m fine,” you shrugged, your smile not quite reaching your eyes. “i’ve missed you, though.”

his entire world seemed to crash down on him because of your words. how could you ever miss him?

“you have?” his voice came out sadder than he intended it to, and he swore he could see something sad flicker in your eyes.

“of course, why wouldn’t i? you disappeared just like that.” you said, voice softer than ever, laced with betrayal. his eyes flickered to your hands, watching how you nervously picked at the skin of your fingers.

guilt. 

guilt.

guilt.

“is it…” you spoke again tentatively. “is it because i saw you with that girl?”  his eyes were still on your fingers, beginning to grow worried that you could hurt yourself

guilt.

guilt.

guilt.

he was beginning to drown; his breath labored and heavy as if someone sat on his chest. he knew something like this would happen. that he would hurt you, because nothing good could come out of being close to him.

your voice was nothing but a muffled sound by this point, his mind cloudy as his chest began to hurt. fuck, was he really about to panic in the middle of a record shop simply because you were confronting him?

“i hope you know i don’t mind,” you spoke, and that made his gaze flicker to your face. what? he didn’t think he was listening correctly. everything was moving way too fast, so much that he missed the realization set on your face. 

“jae, are you okay?” you asked, still picking at your nails while your expression turned into a worried one.

“you’re hurting yourself, don’t do that,” he answered and took your hand in his, his vision tunneled completely.

“okay, i won’t, but i need you to breathe please,” you nodded, letting him interlace your fingers and squeezing his hand. “everything is okay, i’m here.”

jaehyun closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of your voice and the feeling of your hand squeezing his own, taking deep breaths until his heart rate went down and little by little, his consciousness was back.

“jae?” you called, squeezing his hand again. 

“yeah, i’m here” he nodded, having to gather courage before looking at you again. “sorry about that… uhm, it just kind of happens sometimes.”

“you have nothing to apologize for,” you gave him a reassuring smile. “not for anything, i’m not mad at you.”

he felt his body relaxed automatically at the sound of those words. “you aren’t?”

you shook your head, your thumb caressing his knuckles. “you’ve never owed me anything, you know… we aren’t together.”

oh.

oh.

“i know that, but i just thought-” he interrupted himself before he said something he shouldn't. 

“i know, i thought so too,” you muttered, seconds before shrugging. “but we’re good, i promise.”

he searched for any sign of hesitation in your eyes, finding nothing but honesty.

“we’re good,” he breathed out, nodding as he felt relief wash through his body.

“just... don’t run away again, please,” you asked, your voice soft. “i don’t think i can take one more time.”

jaehyun found himself nodding as he pulled you into his arms, nothing short of desperate to have you close. “i won’t, i promise i won’t.”

your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. “good.” you mumbled. “now we should get out of this place.”

“yeah… does italian sound good?” he asked, his hand going up to caress your hair.

“yeah, sure.”

he's a piece of work, dirty shirt, needs evaluation she's a pinkie up, pixie cut with plenty motivation

“jaehyun, someone is here to see you!” johnny’s voice blared through the garage, causing a smile on jaehyun’s face immediately.

there was only one person that would go see him at work; only one person he wanted to see.

“tell her to come in!” he yelled back, adjusting one last piece before rolling out of the car, just in time to watch you come in. “hey, pretty.”

“hey, jae” you smiled, walking towards him with a huge smile on your face. 

“what are you doing here?” he sat up and grabbed a rag from the floor, whipping the oil from his hands.

“just wanted to see you and bring you some food,” you smiled, showing him the bag you carried and plopping down next to him on the floor.

“you’re going to get your clothes dirty,” he teased, grabbing the bag from your hands and leaning in to kiss your cheek as a thank you.

“we’ll be matching then.” you winked at him playfully, making him roll his eyes with endearment. “though i think i won’t get to where you are unless i go lay down under a car for a bit.”

“you planning on finishing my job?” he raised an eyebrow, amused.

“it surely can’t be that hard, what are you doing?” you asked, a slight cocky tone in your voice.

“changing a catalytic converter, easy money,” he laughed as he began eating.

“sure, easy money,” you nodded, very obviously having no clue of what he was saying.

“i can show you how to do it when i’m done, if you want,” he spoke, mouth full as he ate like he had been starving for days.

“sure, i’ve always wanted to learn how to change a catalytic converter. it’s at the very top of my to-do list.” you said sarcastically, making him snort.

“i thought so, yeah,” he nodded amusingly as he left aside the package of the food. 

“very well, teacher, show me.” you clapped your hands, ready to do whatever he said.

“someone’s eager to learn,” he teased.

“i just want to use the rolly thingy,” you pointed at the device.

“the ‘rolly thingy’ is called a creeper,” he lectured, pulling it to him. “come on, lay down.”

you did as he told you to, ignoring his lesson and letting out a small laugh when he pushed you under the car, following after you seconds later.

“do you actually want me to explain what i’m doing?” he asked, looking at you with fond eyes.

“not really, i really just wanted to use this thing,” you chuckled.

“i knew it,” he laughed, turning his head back to where he needed to continue working. “at least keep talking, i need entertainment.

“do i look like a clown to you, asshole?” you asked, swatting at his arm.

“yeah, more or less.”

“bitch, you’re so mean,” you laughed, settling back on the creeper. “did i ever tell you i had a pixie cut when i was little?”

“hmm, did you now?” he asked, focused on his work but still listening.

“yeah, my brother called me a boy for like a year,” you snorted, beginning a story that jaehyun knew would be long.

he's a whiskey drinking, barely thinking, got no destination she's a plane ride home

jaehyun was bored. so, so bored.

he hadn’t gone out in a long time, having promised himself he would try to get away from that scene. partly for him, and partly for you, because you didn’t deserve being near someone that turned to alcohol when things got hard.

however, maybe you could bear being with someone who turned to it when things got extremely fucking bored.

he wasn’t used to being alone at parties, always having a girl who was at least good enough to entertain him for the night. but he didn’t want them anymore, he only had one person in mind, and she had deemed herself too busy to attend the club mark had dragged him to.

so he had nothing going on but the drinks that kept flowing on the table as he laughed with his friends, watching their poor attempts to pick up girls. 

“so, you’re not getting with anyone anymore?” yuta asked from his place on the booth, his girlfriend cuddled up to his side.

“nah, not interested,” jaehyun replied, just realizing how dizzy he felt when it was his turn to speak.

“is it about your neighbor?” the girl asked, watching him with a fond smile.

“yeah, i guess you could say that,” he smiled, the simple mention of you making his chest warm.

teasing began flowing from all corners of the table, as well as more and more alcohol.

enough alcohol to have jaehyun stumble out of the bar, struggling to keep himself upright. he sat down on the sidewalk, his back hitting the wall as a cigarette made its way to his lips.

“oh, hi” a feminine voice caught his attention, his eyes moving from the high heels all the way up to an unknown face.

“hi?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at her.

“are you here alone?” she asked, hand tangling on her hair and twirling it.

“don’t see anyone else around me,” he scoffed, pulling out his phone from his pocket to pretend to be doing something. he was drunk, but not ever drunk enough for you to leave his mind for a second.

“well, do you want to change that?” she asked, and he felt genuinely sorry for the fact that girls had to go through this so much.

“yeah,” he nodded, watching her smile light up for a second. “my girlfriend is coming to get me.”

the words sounded so well when he said them that he wished they were true.

he watched her scoff and walk away, gaze lowering to the screen once again. your contact picture stared back at him, making him smile softly.

he took his phone to his ear and heard it ring for a few seconds until your voice came from the other side. “jae?”

“hey, ynnie” he smiled, voice softly and evidently tied with the shots he had taken “why are you still awake?”

“i’m still studying,” you said, and he could hear the smile on your face. “why are you?”

“i’m sitting on the sidewalk of the club,” he said, pushing the cigarette but onto the pavement. “i miss you.”

“do you now?” you chuckled from the other side, and he felt his heart soar in his chest at the sound.

“mhm, i really wish you were here,” he mumbled, feeling a little flustered.

“want me to go get you?” you smiled, already getting your keys from the table.

“you would do that?” his voice sounded so soft that you felt like melting.

“of course, just send me your location.”

he did as he was asked and stayed on the phone the whole drive, not hanging up until he physically saw you get out of your car and approach him.

“hi, cutie,” you smiled, standing in front of him.

“hi pretty,” he smiled back, standing up and engulfing you in his arms.

“did something happen?” you asked, hand going up to his hair to caress it softly.

“some girl tried to get with me” he spoke, the disgust evident in his voice. “but i told her my girlfriend was coming to get me.”

your heart stopped for a second at his words, finding him completely adorable.

“well, i’m here. let’s go home.”

and I believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday

the sound of the rain echoed through the room as you laid in bed, your nails scratching the skin of jaehyun’s back as his arms were wrapped around your torso. his entire body was laid on top of yours, his face hidden in the crook of your neck where he left soft kisses from time to time.

“baby?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence you had found yourselves in for a while. 

“yeah?” you asked, not stopping with the caresses.

“have you ever regretted anything with me?” he asked, his voice sounding scared and hesitating.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. why would he ever think that? 

you believed you had never acted any way that would make him think so, but you knew him. you knew how insecure he could get and how hard he was on himself.

“never, not a single time.” you assured, resuming the tender touches on his skin. “i would get a thousand white shirts ruined if i had to.”

you felt a small smile pressed to your neck as you moved your hand up to his hair.

“even when i made you go through hell and back?” he asked again, seeking the reassurance he knew you could give him.

“you didn’t put me through hell and back, jae,” you scoffed a small laugh. “i waited for you like i’d wait for anything good in life.”

“i never thought i could deserve anyone like you,” he mumbled, moving away to roll off to his side, levelling up to your face to look into your eyes. “a fucking angel, if you will.”

“you deserve absolutely everything good that has ever existed,” you smiled, taking your hand to his cheek to give him tender caresses.

“that’s why i have you,” he smiled and leaned into your palm, tilting his face to leave a small kiss on it.

“you’re so corny,” you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. following with a kiss on the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids and ending the tour on his lips.

“only for you, though.” jaehyun muttered, pushing himself on his arm to hover over you. “because you’re everything that's good in the world, the literal manifestation of perfection.”

“i’m many things, but i’m not perfect,” you answered, your eyes still trained on him.

“you’re perfect for me,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose with yours, grazing your lips together.

“i’m glad you think so,” your voice matched his tone while you put your hand on his chest, pushing it softly until he was back on the bed.

“i have since the first day i met you.” his hands traveled to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. “when you told me my shoes were untied; when you called me to fix your sink; when you had to deal with me running away and having panic attacks at the record store.”

his gaze was so adoring, so incredibly soft.

“i would do that a thousand times,” you assured, leaning down to kiss him again.

“and i would do you a thousand times,” he suggested, eyebrows moving up and down as he pulled you over his body.

“oh my god, you’re so annoying,” you chuckled, joining your lips for a deeper kiss.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; oh hi.... this was supposed to be a short little fic to feed you guys after being gone for so long but then i got entertained. anyways i miss him pls bring him back to me 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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[weeeeeekly]

“are you okay?” – mark lee x gn!reader

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blurb On Earth-127, Mark is an ordinary biomed major at Neo Culture Institute of Technology, but when he’s not studying for class, he’s out saving New York City as Spider-Man. The job is hard, but he manages it. It also doesn’t hurt that his new friend is just his type.

info not edited, no afab/fem mention, mainly gender neutral, no reader body shape mention, no use of y/n, swearing, non-idol au, college au, college student!mark, spiderman!mark (obvi), reader is assigned lactose intolerant. johnny & jaehyun as mark’s besties. mark & reader are 22 and johnny & jaehyun are 24. everyone else is 21. ft. jungwoo & 00 line of nct/riize as frat bros. loosely based off a combo of the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house, 200 music video, & superman ii

WARNINGS!!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, kinda suggestive but nothing explicit in this, swearing, mentions of almost dying, not proofread just pure free flowing thought, mention of vaping (not by mark or reader), & mention of consuming alcohol

wc: 7.8k

author’s note !! HAPPY belated MFING BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL BOYF MARK LEE. i meant to post this right after 200 came out, then for his birthday, and now it’s finally finished as an early birthday present for myself… this is very much self-indulgent.

a passion project if you will. i hope there are others that also have spider-mark brain rot. ESPECIALLY AFTER 200!!! it was bad before like in the ncit house video, but it’s even worse now. a real labor of love except everything i do is a labor of love because why would i write about something i’m not passionate about in my free time.

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me or inspired by the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house video, & mark’s 200 music video. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned.

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Mark loves his job.

Nothing made him happier than donning the red and blue one-piece suit with the arachnoid symbol on the center of the chest and pulling down the matching mask. He was pretty proud of his sewing skills. Hopefully the elderly owner of the downtown fabric store never puts the puzzle pieces together.

He was still fairly new to being Spider-Man – only being bitten at the beginning of last semester and using the summer to work out the kinks – this spring semester would show his improvement.

His school schedule was class schedule was calm with classes only on Tuesday and Thursday in the morning and evening with the rest online. With the perfect amount of time throughout busy days to sneak away to patrol the city. The rest of the weekdays were dedicated to working at the college radio station. It allowed Mark to work around his own schedule as he could pre-record segments and cue up pre-made playlists.

The morning of the first day of the new semester was looking like an average day, helping civilians with minimal tasks like crossing busy streets and saving pets in trees.

Swinging to university was his favorite form of transportation as it was convenient but at the same time fun as sailing through the air was incomparable to any other experience. Mark landed on the roof of the old bell tower as he quickly changed into a pair of clothes he stashed in a hidden backpack on the ceiling ledge. Nothing too exciting, just a maroon tee, brown cargo pants, and black converse. He made quick work to stash his suit inside his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

He walked down the spiral staircase as he put on his headphones and checked his phone.

            apartment 721

johnny dude r u coming to shoot some hoops?

jaehyun are we playing basketball or should I skip for football practice?

mark be there in 5

Mark raced across the university lawn, passing unassuming students that would never know his secret. The early morning hours provided more security for his secret as most people around him were either too busy rushing to their 8 AM lecture or too tired from pulling another all-nighter.

When he reached the basketball courts, Mark tucked his bag in between Jaehyun’s massive athletic bag and Johnny’s decked out in pins and patches. The duo was goofing off with a basketball as they made obnoxious moves before shooting for the hoop.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.”

Johnny pauses as he turns toward his best friend before tossing the ball. Mark effortlessly catches it due to his built-up reflexes from stopping local crimes.

“Yo guess who finally decided to show up.” Johnny remarks as Mark makes a 3 pointer.

Jaehyun and Johnny both share a look as the former greets Mark, “You’ve gotten really good at basketball in a short amount of time… like crazy good.”

“Yeah man. You used to not be able to even get the ball in while standing still, but now you’re even better than Mr. Team Captain over here.”

Mark shrugs as he dribbles the ball, “I’m not even close to Jaehyun’s level, dude. He’s the best player.”

“Okay then go to the other side of the court and make it in.”

Mark looks at Johnny as Jaehyun chugs some water but gives in as he walks to the end of the court.

Mark is pretty sure that his sharp reflexes only work for short distances or when he’s out being Spider-Man, so the dare shouldn’t tip his best friends off. Mark dribbles the ball a bit before throwing the ball in the direction of the hoop.

Luckily, the ball goes over the hoop and proving to Johnny and Jaehyun that he still sucks at basketball, but unluckily almost hits a passerby.

You.

“Airball!”

You turn to the source of the noise as you let out a surprised yell as you duck to avoid the rouge basketball, falling to the ground and letting out a string of curses. Mark rushes over after his Spidey senses went off, shooting a ball of webs to knock it off its course of hitting you.

“Are you okay?”

You look up to see a concerned Mark as he helps you up, “Dude, I am so sorry. That could have ended really badly. Did you get hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Johnny and Jaehyun follow Mark to check up on you as you stare at the 3 attractive men paying too much attention to you.

“I’m okay, really. I didn’t even get hit. Just was caught off guard.”

The trio are unconvinced as they inspect your arms and head. Mark is focused on checking for any injury – even a millimeter of a scratch – on your right arm as Jaehyun checks the range of motion on your left arm and Johnny is asking you how many fingers he’s holding up.

“I’m not hurt, but I’ll still get checked up the clinic.” You bargain to get the attractive strangers to stop dotting over you.

“I’ll walk you!” Mark volunteers as he grabs your backpack off the floor and waves bye to his friends. Johnny and Jaehyun refuse to leave until they exchange their number with you to check up but also to make it up to you later. You tell them that it’s not necessary, but the pair insist as Mark gets you to leave.

He quickly introduces himself and you do it in return. Walking to the clinic was peaceful as both you and Mark’s steps were in sync. The crisp spring air helped calm your nerves. You know that you weren’t hurt but it would be best to get a check-up by a nurse.

“I’m really sorry again.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Let’s just get you to the clinic.”

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After a quick check-up with a nurse, you are deemed “okay” with no external or internal injuries. Mark gives you back your backpack as you thank him and are returned with another long string of apologies.

“Here, let me – no us – make it up to you.” Mark opens his phone to create a group chat between the four of you.

            we’re sorry

            mark if ur free this week we would like to buy u lunch

            bc dinner sounds like a date

            not that we wouldn’t date u

            u seem great !

            this is mark btw

            johnny what mark is trying to say is that we don’t want to make you uncomfortable

but we also want to make it up to you so lunch this week - johnny

            jaehyun it’s jaehyun i know a great café w vegan options

            you you guys really don’t have to make it up to me

            i’m okay !! a nurse checked me

            johnny thank god ur not hurt

“So, are you free this week?”

You look away from your phone at Mark staring at you. You quickly look away at the students walking past you. You feel nervous as Mark is cute and being near him is not helping your poor heart.

“Yeah, I can do Wednesday or this weekend.”

You have to work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with your two in-person classes on the other days and your two fully online classes spread throughout the week. Luckily, working at the bookstore on campus was flexible and allowed you to complete homework whenever you had free time.

“I know this is an annoying question, but what’s your year and major?”

“I’m a sophomore majoring in Health Sciences.”

Mark’s eyes light up, “I’m a sophomore too! But I’m a Biomed major. We’re kinda in similar majors.”

“We might even have a class together.” You joke and let out a laugh, but your mouth shuts as Mark has his printed schedule in hands and extended in your direction.

Your joke turns out to be true as you both share the same evening class on Tuesday and Thursday. Which is a good thing because at least you know someone in that class. A friend possibly.

“Do you work?”

“I work at the radio, so if you ever tune into 27.1 FM you will hear playlists I put together.”

“Ugh, that sounds like such a fun job. I work at the bookstore. I mean, don’t get me wrong I like it there, but it’s never busy for my shifts.”

A notification on Mark’s phone makes him freeze up, but before you can ask what’s wrong he quickly bids you goodbye as he rushes off. You decide to head to work and hope that nothing else out of the ordinary happens today.

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On the plus side, your shared class with Mark has been going well so far. During the first class the day after you met him, you got to the classroom early and saved him a seat.

You watch as people slowly trickle into class as you held out a small hope that Mark would want to sit next to you. The class was almost full with just a handful of seats left – two directly in front of the professor’s podium, one in the very back by the other door, and the one you’ve been saving. He arrives at the last minute, and you watch him scan the room, hopefully looking for you, but once your eyes meet and Mark grins, your heart started racing.

Squeezing between people already in their seats, he reaches the open seat as you move your backpack from the chair to under the table. The professor starts the first day lecture of going over the syllabus, but you tune them out as your attention was… elsewhere.

Mark sits next to you, typing on his laptop as the professor talks. His outfit is a simple green hoodie with tan cargo pants and beat up black converse, yet the outfit compliments him. His hair is fluffy and a little messy as he runs his hand through it in an attempt to fix it. You notice that he’s breathing hard like he ran to get to class. You reach into your backpack to grab your water bottle and place it next to his hand. Mark pauses from typing notes as you turn your head back to the professor.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as he drinks the water.

“Don’t worry, I have another water bottle in my car. You can just give it back to me next class.” You whisper back while pretending to be interested in the professor’s grading policy.

When the second class rolls around, you’re surprised to see Mark is the first person in class, sitting in the same spot with his backpack on the seat you were sitting in last time and your water bottle on the table.

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Saturday is the only day you are all free for lunch. Jaehyun, who keeps telling you to call him Jae, promises that this lunch will be the best lunch of your life and how he knows a worker. He’s brought it up every time he saw you while you were working. Johnny was no help either as he kept asking you super specific questions you would have no idea how to answer.

Johnny leans on a display table full of notebooks while flipping through a psychology textbook, “What kind of wood is this table?”

You let out another deep sigh as you put on your customer service voice to answer yet another question from Johnny Suh. “Sorry, I don’t know.”

“Do you know someone who would?”

Johnny smirks as he puts on his sunglasses. You turn around to reshelve new chemistry textbooks when a tap on your shoulder has you seeing Jaehyun holding a cookbook open.

“Do you like” He turns the cookbook back to himself as he squints, “Maultaschen?”

“What do you know about Germany?”

Jaehyun closes the cookbook as he shoots you his best dimpled smile, “Nothing.”

“Guys, I’m trying to work.”

“Yeah, and we’re being customers.”

Johnny sasses you as he pushes the cart of textbooks away from you. “Don’t pretend that we don’t make your shifts better.”

You can’t argue that because it is true, but you’re also afraid that your boss might think you’re slacking and goofing around with friends on the clock.

“I do love it when you guys come see me while I’m working, but I don’t want my boss to think I’m slacking.”

Jaehyun leans on your shoulder as he looks around the empty bookstore. “Bro, you’re the best employee here by far, but if your boss thinks otherwise, we can give a good review.”

“You? Slacking?” Johnny lets out a laugh as puts some textbooks on the highest shelf. “Slacking is scared of you. And Spider-Man.”

“Here he goes.” Jaehyun rolls his eyes as Johnny scoffs.

“Spider-Man is the coolest superhero ever. I’m jealous of all the people that get to see him work in real time.”

“Spider-Man?”

Johnny’s jaw drops, “Yo… you don’t know Spider-Man? You know, the masked guy in blue and red and has a spider sign on his chest. Stops bank robbers and saves people in car crashes. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

“Oh… his name is Spider-Man?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna brag, but” Johnny leans closer to you, “I basically coined the name. The story’s really cool and super long, so I’ll save it for lunch.”

The other brunette fixes his backpack straps, “I should head to basketball practice soon, but we’ll text you later with the details. See you tomorrow.”

The duo leaves you to finish your tasks, but with less work as they helped while talking to you. You can’t help fighting the smile on your face at the idea of having plans with friends.

Lunch! With friends! Friends that you made in university and not the same friends you had back home that you knew from elementary school.

Maybe things were looking up for you.

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Spider-Man business had never been easier. Petty thefts had gone down. The city was running smoothly like normal, which was great for Mark as he could focus on schoolwork and improving his swinging skills.

Currently, the vigilante was patrolling the city on the lookout for any danger. Nothing was coming through the crime watch app connected to his watch. He has 10 more minutes until lunch with Johnny, Jaehyun, and You.

Once he reaches the café building’s rooftop, Mark drops down and enters through the stairwell door going directly into the janitor’s room to change. The doors are unlocked, which is not the safest but it’s convenient for Mark, he quickly changes into a white tee, light wash jeans, and the same black converse. The suit and mask are stuffed into his backpack as he goes back out to the roof to web down to the ground to enter through the café entrance like a normal person.

He's constantly on the lookout as he drops down near the trash bins. When he walks in, Mark is the first out of your group to arrive. He snags a booth in the corner as he checks his phone.

            we’re sorry

            mark i got us a booth

            jaehyun be there in 5

            image attached

Mark smiles at the selfie Jaehyun took with him and Johnny on either side of you. Jaehyun does a peace sign pose, Johnny is making a kissy face, and you’re just softly smiling. A smile that Mark Lee cannot look away from.

“What are you looking at?”

Mark gets spooked by you as Johnny and Jaehyun slide into the opposite side leaving you to sit next to him. He quickly locks his phone as his roommates give him teasing looks.

The server, Na Jaemin from fraternity Dream, hands out menus and readies his tablet. “Hi. Can I get you all started with any drinks?”

“2 vanilla iced coffees, 1 mango smoothie, and 1 ice matcha latte with coconut milk.” Johnny easily recites as Jaemin types it.

“I’ll be back with those as you look over the menu.”

As Jaemin walks away, you look surprised at Johnny, “How did you know my drink order?”

“You’ve sent a selfie with the same drink the past three days.”

You slump back against the cushion. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Not as embarrassing as Johnny thinking he named Spider-Man.”

Mark tenses at the mention of his other identity. He steals a glance in your direction to see if you noticed, but you’re too busy watching his friends start bickering.

“Bro! I totally did!”

“No, dude. You did not.”

Before the duo can start up another pointless fight, you remind Johnny of his story time.

“At least someone’s interested. As I was saying before, it was early October last year and I was walking to the subway when this massive car crash happened in front of me. I thought I was going to get killed, but then I was suddenly out of the way. Some dude in spandex had pulled me out of the way of one of the cars and then he started pulling people out of the wreck. He even jumped over a 10-ton truck. It was insane. After the fire department and ambulance came to help, the dude shot out a web and it came to me, “Spider-Man”, so I yelled that, and he turned around to give me a thumbs up before swinging away. So basically Spider-Man owes me for that copyright, but I’ll let it slide because he saved my life.”

Mark laughs at Johnny’s retelling of the story because of the way he tells people. The superhero was just glad that he had the spidey sense to save one of his best friends.

Jaemin comes back with the drinks and takes food orders.

“Spider-Man is cool. I’m a fan.”

Mark chokes on the first sip of his smoothie from your casual confession as Johnny high fives you.

“Why do you like the Spider Boy?” Jaehyun questions you. Mark sits up slightly straighter in his seat as he focuses all his attention on your answer.

“Do you remember that major subway incident where some asshole pushed that lady onto the tracks?”

The guys nod their heads.

“I was waiting for the train when it happened. I didn’t see the asshole that did it as I was on my phone, but then the frantic yelling of people started and some good samaritans trying to help the lady off the tracks. Then, all of the sudden, Spider-Man runs in and saves her. Thank god he did before the train arrived and he calmed her down while she told him about the person who did it. I just remember feeling so useless but wanting to do more.”

Mark looks over at you as you stir your drink with a spoon, his heart sinking as he remembers. It was the first time he became a hero. The first person he saved – Ms. Smith works at the corner flower shop that his mom loves.

“And I even… never mind.”

“No finish your sentence.”

“Johnny’s going to make fun of me.”

“I won’t let him.”

“Well, I kinda have a crush on him.” You immediately put your head between your arms on the table in an effort to hide away.

Mark freezes at your confession as Jaehyun lets out an “awe” and Johnny’s jaw drops.

“You like Spider-Man?”

“I know. How do you even like a person when you’ve never seen their face, but it’s his personality. In every story about him saving or helping others, he’s always described as the nicest person ever.”

Mark’s ears are turning red from the compliment. He would have asked for what else you thought about Spider-Man, but Jaemin came back with their orders.

“Yo Jaehyun, are you coming to DREAM’s party Friday?”

“I should be free next week if that invitation extends to my friends.”

“Any friend of Jaehyun’s is a friend of mine. Can you get the football team to bring kegs again? Haechan’s throwing the party this time and he won’t shut the fuck up about it.”

“I can get the guys together to do that. I’ll text him.”

“Thanks man. Enjoy your food, guys.”

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You and Mark meet up and walk to class together. He fills you in on all the bullshit Johnny and Jaehyun got into over the weekend. Something about making a short film where they switch bodies and tried to get Mark to film it.

Before you both can enter the building where your class is, the distant sound of sirens gets closer. You ignore it as you go to open the door, but Mark stops you.

“I, um, have a family emergency so I’ll miss class. Text me. Bye.” Mark weirdly stammers before giving you a quick hug.

You’re left standing in shock as he runs away.

Mark runs to the dumpster behind the university as he quickly changes into his suit. He stuffs his clothes in his backpack and webs it to a lamppost before heading into action. His spidey sense alerted him as soon as the sirens passed, and the app informed him of a fire in an apartment complex a street up.

Once he swings onto the scene, firefighters are battling the fire and evacuating the building. Mark propels himself to the top floor to check for any civilians.

You’re concerned about Mark as he left abruptly and isn’t responding to any of your texts.

            you i hope your family emergency isn’t too serious

            just let me know you’re ok!

            we didn’t do too much in class, but i’ll send my notes

            going to the library after class to print something for a class

You’ve never been to the library at 10 PM on a Tuesday night, but there’s a first time for everything. It was shitty that your printer in your dorm had to stop working last night. The first floor of the library was unsurprisingly packed with students as the university’s coffee shop was adjoined and open until 2 AM.

You got into the elevator as the printers were located on the fourth floor. The fourth floor was empty because most people preferred to keep electronic files electronic, but of course your morning class’ professor made the class print their papers to turn in.

Printing the paper was a quick task. There was certainly no line to wait in. You tuck the sacred 5-page paper into a folder to keep pristine and leave the library. You check your phone again for any word from Mark, but nothing. You go to call him, but then the elevator jerks to a stop as the light shuts off. You press the emergency call button and wait for an operator. You try calling Mark again, but your phone can’t get cell service and your battery’s dying.

Sinking to your knees, you hang your head between your hands as the ringing becomes background noise.

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Mark rushes back to university after the fire, swiftly changing back and shoving his suit into his bag. He checks his phone to see the texts from you and calls you. When your call goes immediately to voicemail, he knows something is wrong.

The hair on the back of his neck stands up and Mark books it to the library. The first floor is filled with chatter and students looking normal so he knows that only you must be in trouble. He goes to the elevators where there’s a student waiting for one.

“Are you waiting for the elevator?”

The girl looks up from texting, “Yup, the other one isn’t working again. Ugh so annoying.”

Fuck.

The other elevator returns and Mark steps in with the girl. She presses the next floor and goes back to her phone.

A million scenarios play out in Mark’s mind. Were you claustrophobic? How long have you been stuck in the elevator? Were you alone?

The silent ride was eating him alive as every second felt like an eternity.

When the doors open and Mark basically throws himself out of the elevator as the girl walks around him, judging. Mark’s senses aren’t going off on the second or third floor, he goes up again.

The second the elevator starts moving up to the fourth floor, his senses kick in. When the doors open, Mark calls out your name. When your muffled voice responds from the neighboring elevator he sighs in relief.

“Mark, can you help me?”

“Is help on the way?”

“No.” Mark starts freaking out. “The emergency button doesn’t work, and my phone died a little while ago, but it wouldn’t even help because my service wasn’t working.”

“Why didn’t you call 911?”

“I’m not dying or in serious trouble!”

“W-what? This is an emergency! Hold on let me get someone!”

Mark runs down the hallway and quick changes into Spider-Man. He shoves his backpack behind a printer in the back corner and runs back to you.

Mark clears his throat before speaking in a lower tone, “Hi!”

“Um hi?”

“I’m going to open the elevator doors, so please stand back!”

“Okay!”

Mark places his hands in the middle of both doors as he pushes the doors open by force. After getting them open he holds out a hand to you as you look at him, well Spider-Man, in shock.

“Spider-Man?”

“Are you okay?”

You feebly nod as you allow Mark to pull you towards him.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I can take you to a clinic.”

You shake your head as Mark leads you down the stairs to the first floor while calming you down, passing confused or excited students. When both of you reach the entrance, Mark tells a skeptical security guard about the broken elevator.

Mark is about to swing away to change when you grab his hand. “Did you see my friend? He has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a yellow hoodie?”

“I sensed there was someone in trouble and he said he was finding a janitor.”

“Thanks, I’ll go find him. And, um, thank you again.”

Mark looks into your eyes full of gratitude and sends you a wave before swinging away. He makes sure to get far enough before u-turning to the back of the library to change. 5 minutes later, he’s running around to the entrance where you are still standing in shock.

Mark pulls you into a hug as you tell him how Spider-Man saved you.

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Haechan’s party was tonight, and you had no idea what you were going to wear.

Jaehyun had surprised you at 8 in morning by waking you up, endlessly calling your phone until you told him the password to open the door. A code you were going to immediately change after he leaves.

“Jae, it’s too early for any bullshit.”

He moves his sunglasses from his face to push back his hair, looking dangerously sexy. You have to shield your eyes from his blinding attractiveness.

“I need some help getting the kegs from Jungwoo.”

“Ugh,” You draw out the word as you throw one of your extra pillows at him which he catches, “I don’t want to get up.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun says as he effortlessly picks you up from your bed. “Now you’re up.”

“Put me down, Jeong.”

“Woah, not the last name. Putting you down.”

He gently sets you on your feet from the princess carry he was holding you in.

“I don’t want to know where you’re storing all that muscle to be able to pick me up.”

He smirks, “Wanna see my 8 pack?”

“Absolutely not. Now stand outside in the lobby so I can change.”

You meet him in the lobby after quickly throwing on an oversized shirt and biker shorts. You check over your bag that you have everything you need for the day – your phone, lip balm, sunscreen, your wallet, hand sanitizer, blotting sheets, and your water bottle.

“Okay, I guess I’m ready to tackle the day with you.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything too crazy.”

“I have very little trust in you at 8:30 AM.”

He puts his free hand on his chest as he fakes getting hurt, “You wound me.”

You roll your eyes in response as you start walking out of your dorm building, Jaehyun following you from behind.

Jaehyun leads the way to the football field as you walk next to him. The walk isn’t too bad and soon enough you hear various guys yelling and spot footballs flying through the air.

“Hey Jungwoo!”

A shirtless, blonde guy jogs up to the you two and dabs Jaehyun up.

“Hey Captain! I thought you weren’t coming to practice until later?” Jungwoo smiles before turning to you, “Oh, and you are?”

You politely introduce yourself as Jungwoo stares into your soul. “It’s a shame I haven’t seen your pretty face around.”

His remark takes you aback as you turn in shock to Jaehyun.

“Right? Imagine my surprise when I saw her for the first time.”

You avoid eye contact, not sure how to respond. “Um… thanks. We’re here to pick up some kegs?”

“Oh right! Let me get Yangyang.”

Jungwoo calls out to another guy behind him, thankfully he is clothed because you don’t know if you could survive another attractive, shirtless guy. He runs up as he greets you.

“I have it in my car, so follow me. Jungwoo, tell coach I went to the nurse or something.”

“Okay!”

Jungwoo jogs off to get back to practice. You and Jaehyun follow Yangyang to his car so he can drop you off at the DREAM frat house. The drive is short since the fraternity and sorority houses are near campus and the sports facilities.

Outside of the DREAM fraternity house on the front lawn are a few guys running around with water guns. The three of you get out of the car, grabbing their attention. Yangyang and Jaehyun wave at them causing one of them to run inside. As the kegs are being unloaded from the trunk, who you presume Haechan is, walks out.

The pretty boy with purple hair waves at you as he takes a hit from his neon green vape. He walks over as he blows a fat cloud into the air and pockets the vape.

He nods his head at you and leans against Yangyang’s car. “Hey.”

“Hi?”

“Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“Yeah?”

“Cool.” He wets his lips as he looks you up and down, “Wear something hot, ‘kay?”

“Okay?”

He gets off Yangyang’s car as he winks at you.

“Thanks for the kegs. I’ll get the guys to bring them into the garage.”

Haechan taps his phone causing the garage door to open showing you the set of workout equipment on the side and a black Porsche parked inside. 2 guys with blonde and Oreo hair come out from the door inside and start moving the kegs.

“Hey Shotaro! Hey Renjun!”

Jaehyun calls out as the frat bros wave back at him.

“So, are you ready to go?” Yangyang stands next to you as you nod. He opens the passenger door for you to get inside. Jaehyun sits smack in the middle in the uncomfortable seat so he can talk to you.

“What next?”

“Our pretty girl might need a shopping trip.”

You felt like the “ugly” but actually stunning main girl whose only transformation is taking off their glasses or hair out from a ponytail and it’s the makeover montage scene in a 2000s romcom. Jaehyun and Yangyang were running around in the local mall piling on different types of clothes into your arms to try on.

Two hours passed by already and you were getting sweaty from trying on the various combinations of tops, skirts or jeans, and dresses. It was annoyingly sweet of Jaehyun and Yangyang, who you just met today, to go out of their way to help you find something to wear.

“Honestly, I could find something in my closet or a thrift store.”

“If we don’t find something in the next 30 minutes I know a good thrift store.” Yangyang throws a black minidress at you and you let it hit your face.

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As you walk down the street where Johnny parked while fixing the biker shorts under your dress.

Johnny opens the front door of the fraternity only for you to be greeted by the sight of a hundred or so people engaging in various acts of grinding, making out, drinking, or dancing to whatever playlist DJ Yangyang picked.

“Oh my god.” You walk in as Jaehyun and Johnny tail behind you, making sure to stare down anyone who looks at you in a mean or creepy way.

You smile and wave at Yangyang in the corner of the living room as he motions at your trio to come over. The three of you move through the crowd of people partying and try not to have any kind of alcohol accidentally spilling on your new outfit.

Yangyang removes the headphones from his head to his neck and talks in your ear, “You look hot!”

“Thank you! Can we get you anything?”

“Whatever has the least amount of alc by volume.”

“Got it.”

Johnny, Jaehyun, and You find the kitchen entrance behind Yangyang’s DIY DJ booth and open the various coolers filled with alcohol. Johnny helps you pick out Yangyang’s drink from the sea of canned beverages while Jaehyun gets drinks for you all.

As you walk back to give Yangyang his drink, Haechan is talking to him and spots you getting closer to them.

“Well, aren’t you a sight to behold.”

Haechan holds a handout as you take it, spinning you around him.

“That dress fits you perfectly.”

You shyly thank him as you did feel amazing in the red and black dress you bought at a thrift store after the three of you gave up at the mall earlier, but you hid the dress from them so you could pay for it. Jaehyun couldn’t stop staring at you and Johnny couldn’t stop complimenting you when they picked you up from your dorm. You felt that you needed to donate some of your old clothes to keep the good streak going.

The people around you start yelling and both of your heads turn in the direction of the kitchen when a loud crash is heard.

“Fuck. I bet someone tipped over a keg stand. Gotta go.”

He winks at you as he walks into the kitchen. You look around the room to see that J² are nowhere to be seen.

            you hey!! where did you guys go??

            johnny  we’re upstairs hanging with mark

            johnny jeno and jaemin are coming down to get u

You stand by the end of the staircase as you scroll on your phone when someone taps the back of your shoulder. Turning around to see 2 more beautiful guys as they smile at you. The guy with black hair and an undercut introduces himself as Jeno and the guy with brown hair introduces himself as Jaemin.

J² sent 2J to get you. Funny.

They kindly escort you upstairs, down a hallway on the left, and to the room at the end. The door has a sign that says

“HAECHANNIE’S ROOM!

LADIES - FREE

GUYS - $20”

You knock on the door and walk in after Johnny says it’s open.

“Hey.” You greet Johnny, Jaehyun, and Mark who are sitting on the bed with various drinks and snacks surrounding them. Mark moves a reuseable bag full of chips so you can sit next to him as Jeno and Jaemin sit on beanbags.

“So, how’s the party going for y’all?” You ask the frat bros as you dig into a bag of your favorite chips.

Jeno and Jaemin jump into a story of how Renjun challenged Haechan and Shotaro to a keg stand contest where Shotaro won and Haechan complained the rest of the time setting up. Haechan also must carry out a dare later tonight, but Renjun is keeping it a secret.

During the story, you keep looking at Mark to see his expressions throughout the story time. You like him, you realized this after Spider-Man saved you in the elevator, the way Mark comforted you and stayed with you the entire night. Even sleeping on the pull-out bed attached to your bed that was a little too small for him. Mark was paying attention to the story, but right after 2J finished telling the story, he abruptly gets up and runs out the room.

“Is Mark okay?” You ask bewildered as the rest of the guys are nonchalant.

“Oh yeah, Mark does this a lot.” Jaemin tells you as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Really?”

Johnny nods, “Yeah ever since the start of last year Mark’s been really weird like weirder than usual.”

“And stronger for some reason.” Jaehyun adds. “We started working out together last semester. When he thought I wasn’t looking, he maxed out the bench press. I can’t do that and I’m active in sports.”

“So now we think he’s doing steroids.”

“Dude don’t say that.”

“Kidding,” Johnny says as he looks at you. “But there is something going on… like he’s keeping a secret from us.”

“Are you insinuating that Mark is Spider-Man?”

Johnny shrugs. “I didn’t say that, but I also did not not say that.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, dude.”

“I’m literally sober. I have to drive you and Jaehyun home tonight.”

As you’re handing Johnny a bottle of water, Shotaro opens the door.

“Johnny or Jaehyun, can you please talk Haechan out of jumping from the roof into the pool.”

The two oldest guys let out a sigh as they get up to stop Haechan from doing something stupid and getting hurt.

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Your little group stands outside on the pool deck as people crowd around the pool chanting at Haechan to “jump”. Johnny and Jaehyun are sticking their head out of someone’s room scolding a tipsy Haechan who is standing near the ledge. It’s only 7 feet between the roof and the pool, but the pool is another 6 feet to dive into and the entire situation just screams “danger” to you.

Haechan is getting dangerously close to the edge causing Johnny to step out onto the roof as Jaehyun holds one of his hands.

“Haechan, we’re bringing you inside.”

“No.” He puffs a cloud of vape into Johnny’s face.

“You’re being an asshole, get in.”

Haechan’s balance is off because as he steps back a bit, his right foot misses the ledge. You can’t watch. The crowd is yelling. You look away only to see a figure jump over the fence.

Spider-Man thwips a web to put an inflatable pool floatie a foot of the ground with another floatie under it to cushion Haechan’s fall. Thankfully, Haechan falls right on the floatie and is safe from breaking a bone or something worse on the concrete.

“Are you okay?” The masked hero asks Haechan as he helps him stand up and check his body.

An eerily similar situation that mirrors exactly what Mark did when you were almost hit by a basketball.

Rushing over to Haechan, you hug him as you’re actively scolding him.

“Never do that ever again! You could have broken your legs or spine or died!”

“Excuse me.” Spider-Man clears his throat as you turn your head to him. “Are you a friend of his?”

“Yes.”

“It would be best to check that he doesn’t have any injuries and keep him inside.”

“Johnny’s probably going to bubble wrap him now.”

“I have to go now but have a good night.”

Spider-Man waves you and everyone else at the party bye as the crowd cheers for him. He then swings out of DREAM’s backyard as Johnny, Jaehyun, Jeno, and Jaemin meet you outside. They all hug Haechan and scold him as well.

“You’re cut off.”

“Seriously?” Haechan whines.

“From everything. End of discussion.”

Most of the crowd disperses inside to tell or show their friends a video of Spider-Man saving Haechan. You’re putting the pool floaties back in the pool when you almost fall in.

“Hey–woah there!”

You look wide up at Mark, who appeared out of nowhere, holding your waist to stop you from accidentally falling in the pool.

“Mark! Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime.”

You stand back up away from the pool ledge as you smile at Mark. You notice that he’s sweating a bit.

“Could we head inside? I, um, wanted to ask you something.”

He nods his head as the two of you walk inside and then upstairs where there aren’t that many people. You hear commotion in the hallway that leads to Haechan’s room. You’re both curious, so you walk down the hallway to see Jaehyun standing guard outside his room.

“What is happening?”

“Johnny is inside making sure Haechan can’t escape out his window. Well, if he can get out of the bubble wrap duct taped to his body.”

“Figures. Mark and I are going to talk in someone’s room.”

“Oh?” Jaehyun gives you a look.

“We’re not going to fuck in someone’s bed.”

“Sure it isn’t.”

Mark blushes as you grab his hand to walk away down the other hallway. You spot Shotaro standing outside his door.

“Hey Shotaro! Can we borrow your room to talk quickly?”

“Yeah! Just lock the door after and find me at the DJ booth when you’re done. I don’t want a repeat of the first day of summer party where someone threw up in my bed.”

“Of course, and don’t worry, we won’t fuck in your bed.”

You make Shotaro speechless and Mark blushes even harder. You open the door to Shotaro’s room and get inside. His room is cutely decorated with pictures of him alongside the rest of the fraternity and tiny little trinkets sprinkled throughout. The window is open and as you look out of it you can see that his room overlooks the grassy area beside the pool.

A thought comes into your head as you look at Mark who is sitting on Shotaro’s bed across from you.

“I’ve got a lot to say so please hear me out for its entirety.” He nods his head as you stand in front of him. “Mark, I have a crush on you. I thought you were cute the first time I saw you after that basketball almost took me out. I was so excited when we ended up sharing a class together and you sat next to me the next class after we met. Then when you comforted me after Spider-Man saved me. That was the moment I knew that I liked you. I like you, Mark. Maybe even more than that.”

He stares at you awestruck.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me back. Hope we can still be friends no matter what. I just want you to know.”

“I like you too. A lot. I liked you ever since I almost accidentally hit you with a basketball. I liked you when you were excited when you found out we shared a class. I liked you when you saved a seat for me and let me borrow your water bottle. I was so happy when you were safe from being trapped in an elevator. I really like you and, if you want to, I hope we can date.”

“I would love to date you, Mark, but now I’m going to do something that might ruin our relationship before it even starts?”

Mark looks adorably confused as you walk backwards to stand in front of the window.

“You know that I also have a crush on Spider-Man. And I’ve had this hunch since he saved me in the elevator. I didn’t realize it when it was happening due to the adrenaline, but then thinking back on it – when you left while we were walking to class that one time for a “family emergency” and Spider-Man had been spotted right helping firefighter put out a nearby fire. Then, I got stuck in the library elevator and Spider-Man miraculously came to save me. Sure, it could have been a coincidence since the fire was near the university, but I wasn’t in that dire of a situation. I could’ve waited for you to find me after I texted you. Then, just right now, you leave as we’re talking with 4J then when Haechan is in danger Spider-Man shows up in the nick of time to save him? In every situation I brought up, you were there then gone, Spider-Man shows up then leaves, and then you’re back? Never in the same room to witness the masked hero. Something’s not adding up.”

“Am I Spider-Man?” Mark asks while nervously laughing. “You mean you think I’m Spider-Man?”

“I’d bet my life on it.” You tell him seriously as you sit on the window ledge.

“That’s serious.”

“I am serious.”

You continue getting farther out of the window as you possibly can.

Mark slowly stands up, “What are you doing?”

“If I’m wrong… have 9-1-1 ready.”

You then lean back as you fall out of Shotaro’s window hearing Mark yell your name, you barely have your entire body out the window when you stop moving. Opening your eyes, bunches of white strings surround your head and shoulders – Mark slowly brings you back inside Shotaro’s room.

The silence between the two of you is deafening until you open your mouth.

“I fucking knew it.”

Marks hugs you tightly. “Please… never do that again. You scared me.”

“Do you still like me?”

“D-Do I still like you? Yes, I still like you very much.”

“I scared you that bad, huh?”

“What if I wasn’t Spider-Man? Then what? You fall and die?”

“I wouldn’t have done it unless I was sure. Would a kiss make you feel better?”

“A kiss away from the window and maybe on solid ground would.”

masterlist | bonus chapter

BONUS CHAPTER NSFW MDNI 18+, instead of a sweet confession to Mark you decide to tease his masked persona, the ending in an alternate universe like the alternate universe where this story was real life – posted 9/24/2024

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211101 | NCT’s TikTok update with Jaehyun & Mark

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[weeeeeekly]

“are you okay?” – mark lee x gn!reader

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blurb On Earth-127, Mark is an ordinary biomed major at Neo Culture Institute of Technology, but when he’s not studying for class, he’s out saving New York City as Spider-Man. The job is hard, but he manages it. It also doesn’t hurt that his new friend is just his type.

But instead of a sweet confession to Mark you decide to tease his masked persona.

info no afab/fem mention, mainly gender neutral, no reader body shape mention, no use of Erika, swearing, non-idol au, college au, college student!mark, spiderman!mark (obvi), reader is assigned lactose intolerant. johnny & jaehyun as mark’s besties. mark & reader are 22 and johnny & jaehyun are 24. everyone else is 21. ft. 00 line of nct/riize as frat bros. loosely based off a combo of the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house, 200 music video, & superman ii

WARNINGS!!! NSFW but MDNI 18+ blog, VERY explicit in this bonus chapter compared to the main story, gender neutral language, use of “hole”, swearing, mentions of violence, dirty talk, praise kink maybe, reader & mark are experienced, reader receives oral, cowgirl/riding position, soft dom!reader, sub!mark, not proofread just pure free flowing thought

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author’s note !! you can read this without reading the main story, but it might flow better if you read the entire thing

blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me or inspired by the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house video, & mark’s 200 music video. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

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You’re sitting on Haechan’s bed next to Mark as Haechan is duct taped to his gaming chair.

Haechan smirks, “I’ve had this dream before. Less clothes though.”

Rolling your eyes, you get up to grab the duct tape.

“Oh? So, this is what you’re into.”

“I’m going to tape your mouth shut.”

Haechan lets out an exaggerated moan as you rip a piece off to shut him up.

“This isn’t Challengers.”

Mark sits uncomfortably on the edge of the bed as you sit back down. Haechan continues staring at you both as you wait for Jeno and Jaemin to come back upstairs to babysit.

Turning to Mark, “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you something, but it’s going to have to wait because somebody decided it was a good idea to get on the fucking roof while drunk.”

Haechan rolls his eyes at your jab at him. Mark nods at you as you stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

The door opens as 2J, Jeno and Jaemin, walk in with armfuls of snacks.

“Party’s here.”

“Okay, we’re going to head out now. See you guys tomorrow.”

The two of you find Johnny and Jaehyun beating Renjun and Shotaro at beer pong. A crowd of party goers cheering J² on. Holding Mark’s hand, you nudge Johnny to see if he was ready to leave.

“Yeah, I can take you home right after this game.” Johnny tells you as he sinks another ball into a cup making Shotaro drink again.

“Or we could walk to our apartment.” Mark suggests. “It’s a 5-minute walk.”

You two ending up walking to Mark’s shared apartment with J². He fills you in about a project he was having trouble with in one of his classes.

When you make it to apartment 721, Mark gives you a tour of the place. The kitchen and living room when you first walk in, Mark’s room to the left next to the bathroom and Johnny and Jaehyun’s rooms to the right. Mark’s room was cozy, decorated with pictures of friends and family, an acoustic guitar leaning against a dresser, a small tv, piano, a Canadian flag on the wall next to his closet, and his bed facing the giant window.

“So,” Mark starts as he closes his door behind you, “You wanted to tell me something.”

You take a deep breath as you begin, “I’ve got a lot to say so please hear me out for its entirety. Mark, I have a crush on you. I thought you were cute the first time I saw you after that basketball almost took me out. I was so excited when we ended up sharing a class together and you sat next to me the next class after we met. Then when you comforted me after Spider-Man saved me. That was the moment I knew that I liked you. I like you, Mark. Maybe even more than that.”

Mark looks to you with an endearing look in his eyes. He opens his mouth to respond to your heartfelt confession to him. You watch as his mouth suddenly shuts and his eyes narrow as his attention veers off.

“Mark?”

You take a step in his direction when the sound of sirens approaching distracts you. Both of you look out the window to see 2 firetrucks zoom past the building and in the direction of a nearby bank that was on fire. Mark turns on his tv to the local news channel showing live footage of a person dressed exactly like Spider-Man, but in black and white.

“That’s not Spider-Man…”

You turn to look at Mark but he’s not there. The window is wide open, and you’re left alone in his room. A minute later, Spider-Man shows up on the tv throwing a trash can at the villain.

You were 100% sure that Mark was Spider-Man now.

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The sound of Mark’s window opening wakes you up from the nap you ended up taking while waiting for him to get back. You stay as still as possible in the dark room as you watch him, clothed in his suit, stumble inside. He lets out a groan as he clutches his right side.

Gripping the edge of his sheets, you watch as he sits down on the edge of his bed. You take this opportunity to throw the sheets on him as you cling to him like a koala to a bamboo tree. Mark is caught off guard as he stumbles around his room trying to get the sheet off himself. You manage to pin him to the ground as he trips over your bag near his bed.

Successfully duct taping his hands and legs to his body, you bring him to the bathroom. Mark, or Spider-Man, stays silent as you sit him down on the toilet.

“I know you’re injured so is it okay if you tell me where so I can treat it?”

“Y-you just kidnapped me.”

“Is it really kidnapping if I never took you to a secondary location? Don’t answer that.”

“Can I have Spider-Man’s consent to administer first aid?”

“Yeah.”

You quickly work on washing his hands where his suit had been torn. Mark only lets out only a hiss when you apply saline before applying a bandage.

You giggle to yourself as you think about one of your dream scenarios — You walking to your room and complaining, “Oh no, wouldn’t it be terrible if there was a hot, sexy shirtless guy tied up who was whimpering and crying with a beaten, bloody face.” And Spider-Mark, with only boxers and his mask on, bruised and bloody from winning a fight and tied to the bed.

You and Haechan did have a similar fantasy and he was technically right, but you would never tell him that. You couldn’t have his ego inflate anymore than it already is.

“What’s, ow, so funny?”

“Just thinking… do you need an ice pack or something?”

“No, I’ll be healed in a bit.”

“Woah – like super healing?” 

He nods as you continue looking over the torn or burnt parts of his suit for any more injuries. Thankfully, Mark doesn’t have any serious wounds that would need a proper medical professional because you doubt he would let you take him to the hospital in full red and blue spandex get up. Especially since you’re not supposed to know his secret identity.

It wasn’t your fault that you were able to piece it together due to knowing him.

“Okay, you’re done Spidey.” You pat his shoulder as you turn to wash your hands again. “I can’t believe I was able to take you by surprise! Me – a regular civilian.”

“My spidey sense didn’t go off because you’re not a threat.” He huffs as you walk him back to his bed.

“I can be threatening.”

Mark laughs at this.

If you hadn’t realized before, then hearing Mark’s signature laugh would knock it into you. This is the laugh you love to hear. The laugh you try your best to hear every day. It’s one of his best qualities.

He plops down on the bed as you stand above him, trying your best to quell the absolutely batshit inappropriate thoughts you’re currently having.

“What’s with that look on your face?”

You force a neutral look as you bite back the smile fighting its way. “What look?”

Mark begins to say your name, but then he catches himself. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about my crush on you, Spider-Man.”

“And?”

“And,” You begin as you sit down at the edge of the bed. “how much I want to fuck him.”

The silence between the two of you is deafening, even the noise of car horns and yelling becomes faint. It feels like an eternity before Mark breaks the silence by ripping the duct tape and sheet prison you put him in. One second, he’s restrained, you blink, and next thing he’s free and cupping your face with his hands.

Honestly, you’re turned on more because the fact that he let you duct tape when he has heightened levels of strength speaks volumes.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, a million times yes.

Mark scoots closer to you as you smile at him.

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you bring your lips next to his ear and emphasize each word, “I need to fuck you.”

Next thing you know, Mark is pining you down as he hovers above you. You smile at him as see Mark falter for a bit.

“It’s going to be hard to kiss you through your mask.”

“I can’t take it off.”

“That’s okay, I’ll kiss you elsewhere.”

Freeing your dominant hand, you drag your hand from his neck to his crotch, the fabric tight around his length. Your hand cups his dick as he lets out a gasp.

“You know the traffic light colors.”

“Mhmm.”

“If you’re okay with this…” You hover your hand, pausing the teasing you were doing.

“Green.”

“Great!“

You lick your lips as Mark brings your hands back to his body. Your free hand takes off the top part of your outfit as you continue palming him.

“Wait, let me take off my suit.”

Lying back on his bed, Mark taps the Spider logo on his suit causing the spandex costume to loosen around him. He takes off the suit in one piece just leaving him in his mask and matching red and blue boxer briefs.

“Cute.”

You can bet that he’s blushing under the mask.

You can bet that he’s blushing under his mask, and you want nothing more than to see it.

In response, you stand up to take off the rest of your outfit leaving you almost bare for him, just the thin barrier of underwear stopping direct skin to skin contact. You settle back on top of him and continue your palming on his boner as your other hand plays with the elastic of his boxers.

Mark breathes out a shaky “Wait.”

You pause tilting your head to the side in confusion removing your hand. You kept silent as Mark readjusts his position to have his body on his bed with his head leaning down. He looks up at you as he removes the bottom of his mask off.

“I need to taste you.”

Well, you certainly weren’t going to pass him up on that offer. You stand in between his face as Mark spreads your legs open and rests his hands on your ass.

“Do you – ohmygod – want me to also help you?” You throw your head back as he begins kissing your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry about me.” He speaks between kisses, “Let me take care of you.”

Moaning in response, Mark slowly begins giving you head. Taking his time to lick every inch of your hole making you hold his shoulders to steady yourself from the pleasure. You want to keep talking to him, but you cannot form a single coherent thought as Mark brings you closer to cumming.

Marks begins humming as he continues working magic with his mouth allowing you to cum with his tongue.

He moves his head away from you as he helps you sit back on the bed due to your legs shaking.

“Damn.”

“You liked that, huh?”

“Don’t be cocky but speaking of cock.” You smirk as you reach over to his crotch and lightly squeeze.

Mark moans in response and lays his hand on top of yours removing your hand.

“How did you recover so quickly?”

“Built differently.” You say as you straddle his thighs, centimeters away from the one thing you want inside you. “You got a condom?”

He nods as he holds one up. You’re not sure where he got it maybe used a web to get it or something.

Shaking the thought away, Mark rolls the condom on his erect dick. You allow him to hold your hips as you sink down on him, your eyes rolling back with each inch you take.

“Fuck.”

Letting a gasp out when you finally take all of him inside you. The stretch hurting a bit, but you begin sloppily making out with Mark as you allow him to rock your hips rhythmically. You can taste yourself and it almost makes it hotter when you begin biting on his bottom lip causing Mark to whimper. This gets you going more as you ride him faster hoping to have you both cum at the same time.

“You work so hard saving people.” Pausing to have your tongue explore the inside of his mouth more. “You deserve to get rewarded.”

His hands grip your ass as his hips start to stutter, signaling to you that he’s almost there. You start kissing his neck and when you feel the pressure building up inside you, you raise your hips to the tip of him and slam down as you pull his body flush against yours.

“Cum for me.”

Mark lets out a deep groan as he cums into the condom as he hugs your waist. You allow yourself to ride out your high before you become overstimulated.

Smiling at him, Mark helps you get off him and back on his bed. You lay next to him as you both slow your breathing back to normal. The silence of the room is broken by a notification from your phone.

You had to go back to your dorm soon since you picked up an extra shift at the bookstore tomorrow morning.

Getting up, you grab your clothes and shoes to put them back on. Making sure to grab your bag with your phone inside.

Once you’re redressed, you climb back on the bed to straddle Mark’s thighs, kissing him one last time.

“Bye Mark, see you tomorrow!” You say as you pull his mask back down.

“W-what?”

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

Smiling at him, you close his door behind him as you walk past Johnny and Jaehyun passed out on the couch.

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author’s note sorry i've been so busy. i got to see dream in concert recently & my pcd was so bad. i miss them. i miss mark!!! then i got busy with school & work, but now i'm free because of the hurricane. hopefully the power won't go out so i can write more.

does anyone else use head gender neutrally??? because I do. everyone gets head! you get head! you also get head!! also tell me why this took me forever to write the actual smut. i genuinely don’t know what i’m doing.

now “are you okay?” is done!!! woooo!! time to focus back on the inheritance, kinktober, & an untitled uni monster txt fic.