#lacey's nct fics

[hyuckhyukahansol]

Hold On, We're Going Home

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"you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.”

or

you're a popular soloist and your secret boyfriend is a kpop idol. when your Canadian tour dates line up, you both opt to stay at his parent's home in Vancouver, but even with his parents asleep downstairs, mark just can't seem to keep his hands off of you after your show.

tags -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈  idol!mark, soloist!reader, fem!reader, reader is american, porn with minimal plot, established relationship, childhood room, twin bed, missionary, jealousy, possessiveness, praise AND degradation, mentions of reader being small, ATTEMPTED quiet sex, sacrilege if you squint (theres a jesus on his wall), size kink if u squint, marks parents are mentioned but theres no dialogue with them because im not writing that, reader has her drivers license, implied that reader is not christian, reader's love language is being mean to mark, EXTREMELY unserious

nicknames ┇ his babe yours princess!! baby... etc

date started┇march 20 2025

date posted ┇march 28 2025

wc ┇4.4k

A/Ns ┇ nothing like a good "lets fuck on my childhood bed!" 

room based on the mark's homecoming teasers for firstfruit.

umm mark probably doesnt have a childhood bedroom in canada because he was like 13 when he left for sm and also he lived in new york before that so lets just pretend for the sake of the fanfic that he does ok? ok! >_<

in section 2 i mention bible study as a way for me to skate around actually writing meeting marks parents LMFAOOO um im unsure if this is a popular thing everywhere else but like i know in the south at least its like youth group but for older people where they'll have a like mini religion discussion thing? i dont know i havent been to church in several years and i'm atheist 😭 iykyk i guess

reader's dialogue is based off of me and im a very strange fella and i cannot be serious for one single second so its kind of bad 😭

FINAL NOTE im completely a virgin like ive never even kissed anyone LMFAO so if the smut seems inaccurate at all thats on me because i refuse to let a real obtainable man get that close to me 😆

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01. prologue

"no way our tour dates line up." 

you were in disbelief when your boyfriend called late at night to inform you that you would both be in the same city at the same time and that it just so happened to be where his parents lived: vancouver.

you were tucked under your warm, plush duvet with an unnecessary amount of pillows under your head and you groan as you sit up from them, cold air hitting your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its chilly wake.

"i'm serious dude, the company usually lets me visit my family when we go for canadian stops. i could see if i can stay at my parent's house for longer.. and you could come with me.." mark's voice got higher as he started adding to the equation. "and maybe you can stay.. and meet some people.."

"you're saying you want me to meet your parents?" you reply blankly, holding in a laugh at your boyfriend's shyness about asking. you lean back in your bed, cotton fabric sighing with effort.

"see? that's my girl, i knew you'd get it." your face heats at his words.

"oh dude you're flirting..." you quote him, earning a sound of annoyance from the other end of the call. you snicker.

"you actually have to stop watching those fan compilations." you giggle at how easily it both annoys and embarrasses him that you keep up with what he does at work.

"okay, i'll stop watching fan compilations of you when you delete your folder of edits of me" you offer jokingly through your fit of laughter.

he scoffs "that's out of the question." 

"okay then i guess i get to keep watching videos of you goofing off at work." 

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02. the twin bed

several months ago, your boyfriend had asked you to meet his parents in person. both of you living in seoul and being music artists meant that trips home were few and far between, so it made sense that mark would ask you to meet his parents in real life once the finally opportunity arose after two years of only seeing them in 2160p on a facetime screen. mark would've asked sooner if he weren't swamped with schedules — between three groups and solo activities, it was near impossible to find any amount of time to fly home, let alone with a secret girlfriend who's schedule was just as packed as his.

both of your tours had already started and you really hadn't seen much of each other since. you were grateful for the large amount of time you had in vancouver: about three nights of time together before you'd each have to take your separate flights to different cities for the rest of your respective tours. you had your show the first night of the three-day stay and his was the night directly after. 

mark had taken a plane with the rest of 127 and you opted to take a completely different flight; it wasn't worth the trouble of having to deal with both of your own saesangs on one flight as well as risking being caught. since mark's plane departed earlier than yours, he arrived at his parent's house much earlier than you, having already unpacked what he needed and started catching up with his folks when you rang the doorbell on the single-family home. as you were marveling at the normalcy of the house, your boyfriend swung the door open, giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"did your staff already leave?" mark asked after surveying the street outside and not finding any cars. you turn and look back over your shoulder quickly even though you know you won't find a car there either.

"yeah, dropped me off and then sped away." you answer as you step inside. mark closes and locks the door behind you. 

"well, after she got out of the passenger seat because i begged her to let me drive-"

"you drove?" your boyfriend cut you off, eyes wide and eyebrows raised so high that his forehead was wrinkled.

"pfft, yeah?" you roll your eyes dramatically.

"i have my license and i'm a big girl. got here in one piece and everything." you reassure the man as he takes your suitcase and carryon from you.

"dude, you have an american drivers license."

"ooookay? it's basically the same! y'all drive on the right side of the road too.." you playfully push mark's shoulder, pouting as you continue.

"i never get to drive in korea. can't drive on the right there." you switch from a playful pout to a curious expression. "where are mother lee and father lee?" you ask, using your favorite nicknames that his parents thought were so endearing and silly. mark chuckles before answering.

"they're at wednesday bible study, so we have some time to unwind before you have to mingle with anyone other than me." mark explains, walking towards to stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. "my room is upstairs. it hasn't been redecorated since i was, like, 13." 

"oh, how fun." you joke, beginning to walk up the stairs with your boyfriend following behind you. "can't wait to see all the.. um.." after a long pause, you stop at the top of the stairs and turn to face him. "i can't finish my insult because i have no clue what little canadian boys like."

mark laughs and you're sure if his hands weren't full he would start hitting you in his fit of laughter like he usually does, but instead he hunches over a little at the joke before directing you to the last door on your right. 

the room is small and littered with old books, cd cases, and cassette tapes, all lined up haphazardly on painted wooden shelves that were much taller than you, the freshest layer of brown paint peeling in worn spots to reveal the previous paint job done in teal. in the left corner, against the flaky yellow wallpaper, sat a red guitar and in the right corner there was a boombox on a shelf above a bed. on the right wall was a crucifix and ivory jesus stared down at the bed below it with its mismatched plaid duvet and sheets and more pillows than any one boy needs, all with different pillowcases on them, one checkered blue, another white with blue stripes, the other two in solid teal and red. it was cozy, but something irked you and it wasn't the carpeted floor or the popcorn ceiling.

"you didn't tell me it was a twin bed?" you exclaim, turning to mark who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. he makes his way past you into the room, speaking as he sets your bags on the beg and sits next to them.

"yo, listen: you can have the bed to yourself and i can have the floor if it makes you feel better" mark offers, trying to soothe you. you're still stood in the doorway, leaning against it now.

"i dont want your funky ass twin bed? id rather sleep on the cold kitchen floor downstairs." you complain, frustrated at the entire situation. "I don't want to sleep without you but also I'm not sure we'll both fit comfortably." you express. your boyfriend looks at you funny. 

"are you serious?" he starts, getting up from the bed and walking towards you, stopping when he's stood just close enough that you have to look up to meet his eye. "there's definitely enough room. we'll just have to cuddle." he explains. you look up at him through long lashes and pout. 

"i'm starting to think the reason you didn't tell me is because you just wanted an excuse to hold me all night." you accuse. mark holds his hands up in a way that says 'you got me.'

"well, usually you complain that i'm too warm and you end up moving away from me after i fall asleep." mark admits with a slight frown, dropping his hands to his side in order to hang his shoulders in an attempt to sulk. he looks so cute when he pouts, large dark eyes shining at you with a hint of an apology for withholding information. you push yourself off of the door frame in favor of draping your arms on mark's shoulders, fingers touching around the back of his neck.

"okay, but you do get super warm and you know i run hot too." you defend yourself. mark pits his hands on either side of your waist and cracks a smirk and you know he's thinking of a terrible joke.

"yeah, super hot." 

"ew, that's so corny." you scrunch up your nose, making a disgusted face and he giggles, leaning in to pepper your cheek with kisses that you can feel the smile in.

"you're making me reconsider my option of sleeping alone." you threaten, but he only wraps his arms around you and holds you tight instead as if to say that there's no way you can back out of it now. you accept defeat.

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03. the concert

mark's parents were just as kind in person as they had been over video call. they just couldn't stop telling you how you were so much prettier in person and how proud they were that mark had found "such a nice young lady." you told them how lovely their home is and thanked them for letting you stay. the meeting was brief since you had to get to your venue for sound check and other preparations, so when your staff arrived to pick you up and whisk you away to your job, you apologized and swore that you would talk more the next day, assuming they probably wouldn't be awake by the time you got back.

sound check was smooth and you enjoyed seeing your fans for the 45 or so minutes it lasted. afterwards, you had your makeup and hair done and put on your first outfit. you made sure to take ample selfies so you could choose what to post after the concert, what to send to bubble now, and what to send to mark since you had down time. 

you: [image]

markus 😒😋: my gorgeous gorgeous girl

you grin at your phone, face heating to the point you start to fan yourself. you giggle at your own incoming joke as you look through your camera roll for a video to send to your boyfriend. the video is a clip his fans like to use of him with a blush filter on his face. (you know the one)

you: [video]

markus 😒😋: yeah ok im blocking you now

you: NOOOOO ☹️ 

markus😒😋: too late. need to start being nicer to your boyfriend

you: but youre so cute when youre annoyed..

markus😒😋: your fans are like really loud by the way

you: ???

markus😒😋: [2 images]

markus😒😋: your number 1 fan

the images mark sends you are one of the stage you're supposed to be on in about an hour and the other is selfie of him, mask hat, and glasses on, in a seat at your venue.

you'd attended each other's concerts before and it certainly wasn't a secret to either of your fans that the two of you knew each other, having done challenges, tiktoks, and other collabs together, but it still would give you butterflies when he would show up to a concert. 

you: 🥹 i told you if you would tell me beforehand that you were coming then you wouldn't have to actually buy tickets

markus 😒😋: its no fun when you know already!!! 

you: next time get floor tickets so i can have eye candy in the crowd

markus 😒😋: yes ma'am 🫡

the concert went super well. you were on time and your mic was loud enough for once and your costume wasn't itchy and your boyfriend was in the crowd. you were sure multistans had already spotted him there and you hoped that he was having a good time and that everyone was leaving him alone.

during the section of the concert where you walk around and sing into a handheld mic and do fan service, you spot a particularly funny sign. the sign, which was decked out in glittery letters and lots of hearts read: "y/n let me get that nda"

you double over in laughter as the back track plays without main vocals before continuing singing, going over to the fanboy holding the sign and taking his phone to record with it. the fan all but faints when you hand his phone back and blow him a kiss. when the song ends you talk for a bit about your tour so far and read other signs, flirting with your fans (as one does) and drinking water to soothe your throat. you don't particularly even think about what you're doing as you interact with the crowd, simply happy to see them smile.

the rest of your concert goes smoothly and you stay for around 30 minutes after everyone clears out in order to help your staff pack equipment and to make sure you didn't forget anything personal at backstage. when you're changed into a hoodie and some sweats and sitting in the passenger seat of your staff's car, you notice mark hasn't texted you, which is weird. mark always texts you after a concert even if you're going back to the same apartment. you assume maybe his phone died when you shoot him a "how was it?" text and he doesn't respond. you're really too exhausted to think of anything else as the road lulls you into a quick nap as you're driven to your boyfriend's parent's house.

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04. jealousy, jealousy 

mark's parents are asleep when you get back to their home, making for a silent house other than the whirring of the air conditioning and the click of you locking the front door. your boyfriend greets you as you walk through said door with a kiss on the cheek. you take in his already scruffy hair and pajama clad legs as well as the loose t-shirt he obviously just threw on.

"did your phone die?" you ask, worried as to why he didn't respond to you.

"yeah" he rubs one of his eyes with the back of his hand "man, um, traffic was crazy, i only just got here and changed."

mark hasn't been this awkward with you since the first few months you started dating. there's obviously something bothering him but you really don't know how to ask, especially when it's so late and you're still tired despite your nap. 

"yeah, i didn't actually drive back so i was able to take a power nap through it." you reply. mark simply hums and turns around, walking to and up the stairs, abruptly deciding he's done with the conversation. you follow him, face twisted in mouth opened, furrowed-brow confusion whenever he had his back to you. mark lingers by the doorway in his room as you pass him to flop down dramatically on the bed, facing the wall, only bothering to kick off your shoes and socks. you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.

your boyfriend continues to kiss around your ear, moving now to your shoulder, each kiss messier and needier than the last. one of his hands moves to cup your breast while the other sits right below your belly button, tantalizingly close to where you can feel your arousal pooling in liquid form. his pinky dips under the waistband of your sweats and stays there as he toys with your nipple, pinching the bud with two fingers, eliciting a soft whine from you to which he hisses.

"have to be quiet, baby. be quiet for me? for me?" he repeats. you breathe out a shaky "ok" as you move your arm behind you in an attempt to feel up your boyfriend, petting his side.

mark snuggles closer and you can feel his erection against your ass as he continues to massage your breast. his other hand finally dives under the waistband of your sweats, middle finger finding your clit oh so easily as he begins to almost pet you, cupping your entire mound and rocking his hands against it, middle finger pressed ever so slightly between the lips and against your bundle of nerves. you try your best to keep your whines down, your once free hand now occupied with covering your mouth. you buck embarrassingly and helplessly against mark's hand.

"desperate, huh? that why you made a show of yourself?" he coos.

you nod. of course it wasn't the truth and you both knew that. you really still weren’t sure what you even did, but your mind was too hazy to do anything except play into his hands, literally and figuratively. 

mark begins to rub circles into your clit, using the friction from your panties to add to the sensation of it. you struggle to stay quiet and when you let a particularly obscene sound slip, your boyfriend groans, pulling away from you.

"sit up, baby." he commands as he gets off the bed and drops to his knees in front of you. he runs his palms up your clothed thighs when you turn to face him.

"take this off for me, princess?" he requests.

you oblige, lifting your hips to discard your sweats, deciding your hoodie is too much and discarding that as well. you don't know when mark removed his shirt, but between him locking the door and getting on his knees, it had been tossed to the opposite corner of the room, bunched up and barely visible from the moonlight filtering through the window. 

mark pushes your legs open and slots himself between them, kissing the inside of your thigh, face oh so close to exactly where you need him. you look down at him in awe. the way his messy brown hair falls into his prettily-pink tinged face and how absolutely drunken on you he looks when his gaze flicks up to you might be enough for you to cum on the spot. you're practically throbbing for him when he finally presses a kiss to your clothed clit. your breath hitches and you let out a soft whimper at the contact.

"you still haven't exactly told me what i did.." you remind mark as his thumbs hook under the hem of your underwear. they linger there for a moment while he answers.

“i think you know."

you lift your hips once again to allow mark and to slip your panties down and toss them somewhere in the room. the air is cool against the heat of your cunt and you fight the urge to close your legs to keep in the warmth.

"so fucking gorgeous." mark mutters before rolling his tongue against your clit. you let out a loud whimper and he shushes you gently but does nothing more to stop you when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit and coming off with an obscene pop that has you biting into the hand covering your mouth. he returns to it, making slow circles of it with his tongue while he inserts a finger into you, then two, pumping them in and out and curling them at an agonizingly slow place.

you whimper around your hand for a second before taking it slightly away from your mouth.

"i s-seriously don't know— hah— w-what i did, babe." you manage to get out.

mark pulls his face away from your heat, replacing his tongue with his thumb, increasing to a medium pace.

"touched other people. laughed at their jokes. just missed you so bad, princess. wished it was me.” he melts into the side of your thigh, looking up at you as he answers before focusing intently on the way his fingers move against you. the sound of his fingers inside of you fills the room with nasty squelching. his free hand has been rubbing circles into the outside of your thigh this whole time and you attempt to grab it to hold his hand when he finally speeds up a third time, going a pace that you can finally feel your orgasm building with. he swats your hand away.

"think you deserve it?" he asks

"m'sorry." you reply, opting to place the hand on his sheets instead. you can finally feel your release building and your moans get harder and harder to contain behind your hand.

"mark m'gonna cum, please" you plead with him. for what, you're not sure. 

"that's it, good girl." he coos "let it all out, princess." 

his praise is just enough to make you topple over the edge of pleasure, orgasm washing over you in waves as you let out a silent cry. mark finger-fucks you through it, not bothering to stop even when your thighs threaten to crush his head or your foot hits his back, before slowing and then finally pulling his fingers away once your clenching ceases, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean whilst you catch your breath. 

"lay down, if i don't fuck your brains out right now i'm seriously gonna lose it." your eyes widen as you reposition yourself so that you're laying on your back while mark discards his pants and underwear. he crawls over you, holding himself up on one forearm as you start making out, tongues melding against each other. he breaks from the kiss to lean back and put one of your legs over his broad shoulder. he teases you, rubbing the tip of his fat cock against your still-sensitive clit.

"nobody else can do this but me right, princess?" he asks and you can hear his breath hitch as he continues to rock himself against you. you shake your head in response.

"need it so bad mark." you plead with him, tired of the teasing and the empty feeling in your core.

mark lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, coupled with quiet groans. the stretch is something you're never used to no matter how many times the two of you fuck; the way he fills you is delicious.

he pauses when he's fully inside you, leaning over you, causing the leg on his shoulder to fold back on you. he kisses your neck and jaw and nibbles at your ear he pulls out until just the tip remains and thrusts back into you, causing you to let out a loud combination of a whine and a strangled groan, to which mark quickly covers your mouth with his hand. he starts slow, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. his free hand that isn't muffling your noises rests beside you on the bed so that he doesn't absolutely crush you. mark makes sure not to fuck into you too hard, worried the loud sounds of skin on skin might wake his parents up. 

"think you can cover your own mouth for me?" he asks and you nod.

he pushes himself up so that his chest is no longer flush with yours and his hand is no longer covering your mouth. you hover the back of your hand over your mouth so that your voice is still audible enough for mark to hear, commanding him to go faster. you cover your mouth as he obliges, and he starts letting out soft moans. they're not nearly as loud as yours but they're so sexy that you almost can't help the way you try to roll your hips up into him in response. 

"what would all your fans think?" he says. "folded in half for my cock... all for me." he adds, starting to get lost in the feeling of your pussy pulling him in. he throws his head back and you swear you could cum from the sight right then and there. 

something snaps in mark- maybe its how close he is or how warm you are, but he stops caring about the noise and starts making pointed thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot in you that makes your eyes roll and your back arch off the bed. the sound of his skin on yours is loud and if you weren't so fucked out then maybe you'd care, but your brain is fuzzy and your skin is tingly and the only thing you can think about is how impossibly tight the coil in your stomach is. your hand isn't enough to muffle anything anymore, your fingers keep curling and you're squirming so much that it's hard to contain any sounds you make. mark seems to have forgotten where he is because he just starts praising you like you're alone in his apartment.

"so fucking gorgeous. gonna cum, princess? yeah?" he coos.

through babbles and broken groans you manage to get out a broken "please." his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in rough circles and you swear you're on fire. your orgasm crashes into you like a crack of lightning and you open your mouth to let out a silent scream. you squirm and kick and mark holds your hips down to fuck you through it, chasing his own orgasm all the while. he cums not too long after you with a chant of your name and a broken, choked moan as he fills you up with ropes of hot seed. your chest heaves and you honestly forget that you even exist until mark's words bring you back.

"you don't think we woke them up, right?"

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A/N ┇OH GOD!!! im actually really scared i hope this isnt as bad as it seems to me i think i just dont like it because im the one who wrote it. i got a bit out of character for mark but like also who knows what hes like during sex. you dont know. i dont know. AHH! um i hope you 🫵 enjoyed it. take a shot every time i said the word you in this fanfic.

I got distracted while editing this because I had nct mvs playing in the background and 90s love came on… winwin I miss you

[papercupids]

lost in translation - kim mingyu

pairing -> kim mingyu x fem!reader, winwin (of wayv/nct) x fem!reader.

summary -> you’re literally perfect for each other, but will you end up getting lost in translation or find your way back to each other?

genre -> friends to lovers au, angst, established relationship!au (but not for long), long distance relationship!au (just for a bit, gyu is on a world tour).

warnings -> nothing major but a make out scene, yes. 

word count -> 6k

a/n -> longest fic i’ve ever written,, lord this was such an emotional journey. huge thanks to lacey @osakisho​ for putting up with me, helping me out when i was stuck, i love you <33 

this fic is hugely inspired by taylor swift songs and i’ve compiled them all in this playlist here, which i’d reccomend listening to if you want the feels or the references throughout the fic. while reading the fic, i suggest you listen to all too well (10 minute version) (taylor’s version). 

“We’re not ‘just friends’ and you know it,” you can feel your stomach turning and twisting, the butterflies that were supposed to be confined to the limits of your body were flying all over the room, and you lay on your back and looked to the stars, or what were the cheap glow in the dark stickers you bought from a dollar store and kept away as you thought you couldn’t reach the ceiling enough to stick them, but once when he came over, mingyu spotted them and urged you to put them up. 

You obliged, tried once and fell over right the moment you stood on your tiptoes. Thankfully you slipped right into Mingyu's arms. 

You could see yourself cringing at the moment later on but there was something inside you that didn’t want that moment to end even when you knew that he set you up for it, you obviously couldn’t have reached the ceiling. You quickly pulled away from him and sat on the bed, trying to detach yourself from the evident tension in the room. And he offered to put them up for you. 

Presently, You fiddle with the hem of your comforter, pulling it up to your eyes. 

“y/n,”

“I think I kinda like you,” you mutter to the blanket, hoping he can’t hear it but at the same time just knows it. You had been beating around the bush long enough. Being “friends” for almost months now, this seemed incoming for a long time yet it made you nervous. 

His teeth peek out as he breaks out into a grin, which thankfully, no one can see due to the black mask covering half of his face. He pulls it down though, as he places his tray with the food he ordered down on the table, he stays quiet for a bit, letting the joy flow around his insides.

“God,” he manages between chewing through the burger he’s eating. “I like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. And right now, i’m literally the happiest person ever, i’m having this burger and you’re mine. This is the best i could have ever felt,”

The smile doesn’t leave your cheeks even after you’re deep in your sleep.

That night you hugged the blanket tight as ever, hoping the hug would reach him as much as the words had. 

  “Good morning,” you can sense the grin on his face even miles away, or was it?

“And happy birthday,” 

“Thank you, gyu, but how come you didn’t mess up the time zones today,”

“How can I mess them up today?” he says as a matter of fact. 

“Oh well, okay,”

You get out of your bed to find your mum in the doorway of your room, ready to wish you a happy birthday and you smile at her and mouth a quiet thank you as she pulls you into a hug. And as you pull away you signal her you’re on a call, she quietly responds that the breakfast is ready and you nod, holding five fingers up, give me five minutes. 

“I’m still salty you couldn’t come,” you take a u-turn to your room again, intending to set your bed.

“It’s a shame, yes, i hoped i could,”

“Well, nevermind there’s always a next time, there’s nothing special about birthdays anyway.”

“Hey, don’t be this way. Birthdays ARE special. And yours? Yours is so special to me. It’s the day YOU were born, so it’s a huge day for me too.”

You smile, and pull away the curtains from the windows. 

The sunshine that pours out of it reminds you of the person on the call with you. 

“I love you.” you softly mouth. 

“Look out,” he whispers back. And you scream right on the phone but thankfully mingyu knew what to expect when you saw him standing right outside your window so he put the phone away from his ears a little bit. 

You know the steps of your house from carefully tiptoeing around at 3:00 am to not wake anyone up but it pays off right now as you run blinded by excitement, dashing for the door. 

And you don’t hold back in jumping right up in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Best birthday gift, ever.” you whisper to him once you’ve calmed down enough and convinced yourself this isn’t some scenario you’ve conjured up. 

your mother smiles at the both of you as mingyu drops his bags at the door, greeting your mum like an old friend. 

There is a plate of sunny side ups that you reach for as the conversation moves from Christmas shopping to Mingyu's new album. 

He acts offended when your mother admits she hasn’t heard a single song from him but she makes up for it after you settle down in the living room after breakfast and he opens his laptop and his “unreleased tracks folder” he says, but you notice the date on it, 28th of september. 

And a part of you wants to run away from where you’re sitting sandwiched between your mother and mingyu and out on the streets right to the bus stand and take a bus or board a ferry right to nepal, climb the mount everest and scream about how much you love him. 

It was the date of that phone call, the date you confessed to him. 

And it made you feel silly, how he made you feel. 

And he’s saying something again, “y/n, are you listening?”

Your mother senses the “love in the air” which she’ll later tease you about, you’re sure - and leaves to drink some water. 

“I am,” you say confidently even though you haven’t processed a single word since you saw that folder, too dazed by him, too in love with him. 

“Then missy,” he puts away the laptop and takes you by your arms to sit on his lap, “tell me what i said?”

You don’t reply and instead cup his face, is he even real? 

He initiates the kiss, his lips meeting yours in a gentle way then gradually transitioning into a more fast paced kiss. 

But before it could go further, your mother knocks a glass over, and you pull away. You’re sure she was eavesdropping or more so, sneaking a look at you both. 

The same chemistry he had with your mum continues when he meets your father, who instantly takes a liking to the fact that mingyu never lets a room go silent, he keeps on talking about things; and not unnecessary things, your father points out when you’re taking coffee mugs to the room where your mum and mingyu sit, while mingyu talks to her about a recipe he learnt recently. 

“He’s a good guy,” he whispers. And you break out in one of your biggest grins as you watch him join the duo and continue the conversation. 

And the next day, with all of your friends (and some of your parents’) over at your home for a “small” birthday gathering, they give him smiles on the front then follow you into the kitchen to “warn you” he’s bad news. 

How can they see it? Didn’t they notice the way he smiled? The way he captivated a room? Made sure every single eyeball was on him? 

It didn’t piece together at all how they suspected him, but to each their own, you guessed and maybe soon enough they’d see how wrong they were. 

He smiled at you from across the room, and signaled you to check your phone. 

“Your room in 5,” it said and you grin back sheepishly, gesturing a thumbs up. 

He nods to the staircase as you cut through the small crowd of people who are here to celebrate your birthday. 

And gyu climbs the stairs ahead of you but stops short in front of your room, you first, he says and his hand goes down to the pocket of his pants. 

“What are you waiting for, open it?”

And as you open it, fairy lights line the whole room and bathe it in a warm golden light, and there’s a package on your bed wrapped in a matching color. So that was why Mina ‘needed’ you to do her makeup even though she knows you’re terrible at it, just so you could be distracted.

And you hear a small click behind you and you look to Mingyu holding a Polaroid camera, and he has managed to capture your surprised and content look in the camera. 

“God, mingyu, there was no need for all of this,”

“But there was,”

You wrap your arms around him, “thank you,”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” he sings in a small voice and leads you into your room. 

There is a small cake too, on the bedside table. Honestly this was much better than whatever it was downstairs and Mingyu convinces you your parents will wrap it all up and you don’t need to worry about it. 

So you oblige. 

And you both sit on the floor, back to your bed and he sings the happy birthday song again, softly as he holds the cake and you hold the knife and he swings it slowly, left to right with a smile on his face and as the song ends you cut the cake in a triangle shape, putting the piece in mingyu’s mouth. 

“It’s delicious, you wanna taste it?” he pulls you in a kiss and you taste the overload of sweetness, him being sweet as it is and the cake adding to the mix, you’re going to get a sugar rush. 

And he’s later cutting the cake to make you taste it (hygienically this time around) and waits for your reaction and you lick your lips after you’ve finished. “Great,”

“I made it,”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and eyes widen. “It was great, mingyu, thank you so much,”

And he grins in return and his eyes fall to the package behind you, and he signals up a finger, “now this,” he keeps the package on your lap, “tell me how you like it.” 

As you open the package it reveals a black sponge inside it and you already know what it is.

“"Oh... my goodness. I... I can't accept this, it's too much, mingyu,”

“At least open it,” and you do, slowly removing it from a careful packaging. "And You can. I want you to have it. You deserve only the very best."

It’s a chain, delicately sophisticated and silver, and attached to it is a small pendant.  

“Than-”

Mingyu cuts you off before you can say the word for the umpteenth time this evening. “Try it on,”

And you do, it fits you just fine and you look in the mirror as mingyu wraps his arms around you. 

“You like it?”

“Love it,”

And you turn, the clock suddenly in your view as you hug him, “when’s the plane?” you ask in a small voice, you’re grateful it doesn’t crack.

“in 2 hours,” he whispers back, he’s sorry, he really is, but he doesn’t have any other option. 

And you don’t know when you pass out from the silent crying in his arms and cursing destinies. 

But when you wake up the fairy lights are still intact, and everything is just as how it was last night but the magic is gone. Mingyu has left. 

“Babe?” you jolt awake, half asleep, still not wanting to end the call though. Time differences mess you up big time. It’s about two am on the clock in the front of your bed, not that you can see it anyway, you just check your phone. One fifty five am it said, your clock was five minutes early, your mother’s habit of setting it ahead so you’re never late passing onto you. 

“You there?” Mingyu's voice was awake, the sun that settled in your side of the world had risen in his, and it was evident in his voice.

“Hmm,” you hum in approval - not that he was never not enthusiastic. 

“You should sleep,”

“I will,” 

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” 

A smile makes its way on your face, and the similar rush in your body. Something your friends would call pathetic, maybe even fake. 

But it didn’t matter, you shrug it off, they almost always had some or the other reason to hate your lovers, and maybe sometimes, only rarely they might be true but with mingyu? They were wrong. You just knew. 

“...and it was such a great track, I loved recording it.”

“Hmm,” you hum again. The clock is now at 3:10 now, and you’re almost even maybe lucid dreaming but you can hear his voice, as if it’s some lullaby. 

“Wait,” you speak, ““Could you say that again?” you rub your eyes. 3:15, you had less than 5 hours to sleep. 

“Were you not listening?” Mingyu's voice comes off as slightly offended. He’s half pouting right now, you just know it.

He’s shuffling his belongings, it’s almost nine forty, and he can’t find his perfume, he swore he kept it on the table. 

But he was becoming forgetful and it didn’t help that he kept on moving around. He touched along the sides of the table as the earpod in his ear was silent, silence he presumed was your heartbeat. He was ready for the possibility of you sleeping, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

“y/n,” he whispers slowly, he stops in the middle of his room, looking around his room and hoping you didn’t fall asleep simultaneously. 

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“Alright,” he smiles. He found it. Bunched behind a bundle of clothes. As he picks it up his nose brushes against a cardigan. A black cardigan and he knows the smell all too well. 

It’s yours, his grin grows. 

From the time you were in your getting to know each other and went together to chaeyoung’s party together, your first “official” meeting. Before that it was just mingyu hunting for your number through various mutuals after seeing you on their instagram, and texts and calls. But back at the party, he offered to walk you home through the quiet night, and you both walked away slowly from the loud music, people with booming voices, the silence soon blanketing the voice as you went as far from it as possible. 

It was cold that night and you felt sympathy for the boy who walked you home, so you removed your cardigan and handed it to him, and believe it or not, mingyu was so close to fainting out of lightheadedness, that’s how happy he felt. 

And it's been with him since, he keeps telling himself he should return it but he doesn’t want to, it smells so much like you. 

And he currently finds himself folding it up into the closet. 

He sprinkles the perfume all around him. And he looks at the watch on his wrist, almost ten, he has to leave now. 

“Babe,” he speaks into the phone, taking one last look at the hotel room to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. 

“I gotta leave now, okay? I’ll call you later,”

“Hmm,”

“Good day to you,”

“Yes, okay, good day to you, gyu, it’s night for me, remember?” you yawn.

“i do, i do, i’m sorry about that, goodnight,”

“The tour ends in two weeks,” Mingyu reminds you as if you weren’t counting seconds for it to end. He has just performed over ten songs back to back to a crowd of thousands of people. 

He’s tired, and he can see it on himself in the mirror, his frame is more hunched then usual, dark circles hiding behind makeup and his cheeks sunk in a bit. 

But he’s okay, he’s doing what he loves. 

And you stand in your room as well, analyzing the mess you’ve made. You decide to pack your bag first then clean up your room. 

Yes, you’re gonna do that. 

“Are you happy about it?”

“Maybe? It’s mixed, i can’t probably see the global fans before the next world tour so there’s that but i’m also strangely relieved, i get to have a break, i get to come home,” to me, you whisper. But he never completes the sentence. 

You pick up a stray sock from where it's perched on your mirror. “Good, you deserve the break, I'm sure the fans understand that,”

“Hmm,” he hums, “wait, I need to wash my face,”

It takes him about ten minutes to get the sweat and makeup off his face, he would have had taken a bath but he’s way too tired to do it. 

“Hello?” he puts his phone to his ear. 

“Yeah, I'm here,”

“So what are you upto?” 

“Today is my day off, so I'm cleaning my room,” 

“Well, that’s a new one,”

“Ah, shut up,” there is a pause. A doorbell, maybe?

“You were saying?” “nothing,”

“Okay, wait, i gotta go now,”

“Are you sleeping?” 

“Probably, yeah,”

“Okay, goodn-”

The line is dead. 

Maybe it’s his tone, maybe it's his abruptness or maybe it’s the polaroids that were in the pile you had on your desk, from the time he came for your birthday which was now almost three months ago. Long distance relationships are hard, you don’t blame him, and even more so this seemed like it was all in your head.

it seemed like an hourglass, sand running out like his patience with you.

You sighed, you wondered if all this packing, all this hassle was worth it, would he like it?

But you gave in, trying to give it a chance and ended up packing your bag and cleaning your room all in one night, turns out anxiety makes you productive. 

The autumn was settling on your city, like someone slowly drawing a blanket over and soon all the leaves - healthy and green began changing colour and dying. And it was not much comfort to you, seasonal depression kicking into you. autumn seemed strangely hypocritical, it was supposed to be melancholic but it was also the start of a new season, albeit the new season was winter, after all.

But you tried to ignore it as you looked forward to surprising Mingyu on the last day of his tour. 

you looked at the tickets in your hands for ten in the morning today, as you left a text to mingyu, “have a great evening,” signalling to the last show tonight, and you left to attend to complete your morning routine and get finished with it as soon as possible. And you came back to a familiar dark gradient notification over your wallpaper, “thank you <3” and you rubbed your face with a towel as you checked all the other luggage.

Tickets, done. Phone? Done. charger? Done. and, and what more? 

Your eyes fall on a maroon package on your dressing table and you contemplate wearing it, it’s the necklace he gave you, would he like it if you wore it?

You brush your hands on the box and open it, the necklace staring at you with eager eyes as if and you pick it up and wrap it around your neck, looking in the mirror as you do so. And you decide to wear it, albeit also hiding it around a scarf as you finally leave for the airport.

While on the other side of the world, it’s almost the time of the concert, the usual panic and anxiety is replaced by a strange relief painted on the staff’s face as well as his teammates, this was the end.

Mingyu looks at himself in the mirror, his inverted face stares back at him, and he takes a long breath in as he thinks about you, the last few days have been hard for him, he’s been tore between things and he hoped it could all come to an end when he came back to you. 

As Mingyu turns, Seungcheol approaches him, the rest of the room is in chaos, last minute costume fixtures, touch up of makeup that have faded a bit, vocals ringing here and there as his members scream some last minute practice. The leader brushes mingyu’s shoulders, not in an intention of wiping out creases just as a little show of affection, he gives him a smile. 

“Do well, gyu.” 

And gyu grins to him, he will.

Seungcheol walks away, he half expects mingyu to atleast give him a sign, but he guesses he wasn’t as close with him as he thought. 

Mingyu never told him that he was dating you. It was mina that did, and obviously not believing her but almost, he decided to contact you rather then him, maybe there was a reason he hid it? 

“He didn’t tell you?”

You’re not sure who feels worse about this situation, his band mate because he didn’t tell him or you because he kept you a secret. According to seungcheol, no one, not even one of the twelve members know. 

But you dismiss it, maybe he’s just busy you know, or he plans to directly make us meet or something. 

“Probably,” seungcheol agrees. Both of you are desperate to cling to the fact that mingyu wasn’t who you thought he could be, he was just who you saw, you heard. 

You weren’t sure if that was the case now, though. 

The next few hours are passed in a blur, there’s a thrum of people's voices, the loudness of his own voice, the sweat falling from his face, he can feel all of his members beside him but he feels some kind of an alienated feeling. He’s good at suppressing it though, way too many times he’s done it so he doesn’t think much about it. 

And he feels like he could burst like a volcano during the last stage, no more please, no more, his body pleads to him. 

 The stage feels like it's moving beneath him when it all ends, but somehow his feet carry him to the backstage, where he can feel the makeup being removed from him, and he’s out of the itchy costume and he almost collapses on the couch there in the green room. 

 About half an hour later, when almost blacking out kind of slumber takes over mingyu, jeonghan wakes him up - 

“We’re leaving, let’s go,” his voice rings like honey in the air, and is perfect for waking up because for a moment gyu has forgotten where he is, and the gentle voice brings him back to earth. 

And he nods as he follows his elder out of the venue and the rooms are almost empty, their stuff is packed up and put into different cars and most probably already taken away.

He can hear the muffled voices of the fan as he gets out of the green rooms and they both get inside the van, along with Wonwoo and seungcheol; others were most probably already gone. 

The car ride is almost silent as they pass through crowds of fans wanting to get one more glimpse of them, and he looks at them, his face stuck to the cold glass and palm flat beside it, he knew they couldn’t see him, courtesy of the tint on the window. 

One burden off his head, he checked off as he rested his head against his head against the window later, exhausted. He scrolled his phone and felt guilt pile up inside him, any relief evaporating as he comes across something he’s been dreading, your chats. It was about five hours ago he said goodbye to you there and it made his head spin, just everything. 

Even now though, before he switches off his phone, your chat isn’t the one he texted last. 

“Talk to me, gyu, we can get through this, please,”

He’s still, he doesn’t know which side to choose, the victim or the villain, which side would have what consequences. This was never meant to happen. 

His insides felt red, intense feeling of nothing, blankness. 

And you faced him, crouched down on your knees, trying to get through to him. 

“Mingyu?” he still doesn’t say anything. It’s like talking to a wall or maybe a stuffed animal, it’s eyes fixated on some object far in the room and a pair of animated eyes you can’t ever read.

“So, this is it? After everything we’ve been through? You’re just gonna throw that away?”

“At least fucking talk to me,” you get up, done with him. The room around is a mess, and a stranger to you, but you wonder how many times she’s been here. 

“I-”

You turn to mingyu, he hasn’t spoken a word in almost an hour, since you caught them, since you tried to silently leave but he grabbed your arm, and she left as fast as possible. 

“I’m sorry,”

You want to cry, you want to throw things at him, but instead you look at him, and his position still hasn’t changed from where he’s sitting on the bed. 

Mingyu isn’t just sitting there he’s in front of a bad, bad train wreck. And he wants to kick the train, kick the ground. He wants it to hurt, he could have stopped the train, but momentarily he went blind to the stop gear, temporarily it became something he wanted to hit but he just couldn’t. His arms wouldn’t move. He looks up at you, there’s a flash of another hurt inside him as he spots the necklace he gave you and you wearing it. 

And you notice it, so you pull your scarf up. 

He wants to say he’s sorry, he wants to apologize, but what’s scratched and broken off of the train will remain damaged forever. 

And with a last look at him, you leave the person you desperately still want to love behind you. But not without unlocking the chain and letting it slip to the floor. 

Back in the room, he still doesn’t know what to do, and he doesn’t know when the tears start falling, or when he fell asleep while trying to sort out his brain, either. 

Cold was settling in slowly as you returned home, and Christmas was just around the corner. And it became concrete as your father took out the artificial tree out of the garage and set it up right in the living room. 

Everything in the markets, every shop, every caf, every home on the street have taken out their decorations, different versions of the same thing around, the swirl of red and green and white mix together.

The snow keeps on falling, gets a little too much and you find yourself hoping he’d call. But there was nothing. No answer. Dead silence. 

You try to keep your spirits up for your family, not wanting to ruin this special time of the year for them and fail miserably, often ending up in a corner of your room, binge watching studio ghibli and waiting for summer to come back. 

But your family understands, so do your cousins who you try your best to mingle with, and end up again rewatching all the marvel movies with them. You were sure if this went on, you could almost complete your watchlist, something you haven’t been able to do since long. 

But the night before christmas, It’s a hallmark movie kinda night for you and your mum, and a part of you knows she’s sacrificing date night today out of sympathy. Tomorrow’s Christmas but you don’t feel it, the anxiety eating away any joy you might have left. What did you do wrong? Everything was going just perfect.

You sit on the couch ruffling the fabric touching it across then making it alright again, seeing the resemblance even in that and you; this was pathetic and just so silly, you wanted to talk to him, listen to him explain, some valid reason so you can free yourself but at the same time you never wanted to come in contact with him ever agai.

you think back to the times when he couldn’t pick up the phone because he was busy, he couldn’t call back because “wonwoo slept over in his room”, and he couldn’t reply because “jeonghan took away his phone.”

It was pathetic. 

And you knew it back then, some instinct in you because he was almost too good to be true but you were scared to call him out and he didn’t care about it enough to call it off, in your opinion. You hadn’t even told your friends yet, they were right. It makes you sick that you thought he was different.

Your mum calls you from the kitchen, to check on the popcorn while she chooses from those movies, you don’t get how she does it, choose between them when they’re almost all the same to you. 

And you walk over to the kitchen, your feet cold, and you remind yourself to get the socks from your room as the smell of the popcorn evokes hunger in you, from the translucent glass of the microwave you can see they’re almost done and the timer shows almost 2 minutes remain, and figuring that that’s enough time for you to fetch your socks, you climb the stairs up to your room.

somehow it’s warmer, maybe you left the heater on, but it brings you back to the time you were opening the door with mingyu right by your side; anticipating to see your reaction to the surprise he had planned.

and unwillingly your brain plays the memory all over again and you can almost feel him breathing beside you, but the ding! of your microwave brings you back to reality. so you shake your head and grab the socks, ready for movie night.

“not this one again, mom, please.”

“I love this movie,”

“we’ve seen it just a little over a hundred times, mum,”

“I know you love it too,”

you roll your eyes and sit down on the sofa, your mum wasn’t lying, you loved this typical rom com too.

and as the intro theme begins playing, it clashes with the ringtone of your mobile, which, you facepalm, you left in your room when you went to get your socks.

so you tell your mum to pause the movie (yes, regardless of the fact that you’ve seen the same movie countless times) and run to your room.

and you pause as you look at the phone screen in the dark. 

“incoming call from mingyu,”

It makes you numb for a moment, numb to everything around you even to the fact that you’re standing, it’s almost like you can’t feel your legs for a moment. 

Inevitably, your phone goes to the green button, you hoped you could get an explanation. But there’s a silence at the other end. You take a deep breath, wishing he can’t hear you. 

“Hello?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“y/n,” 

It tears you apart, his voice. It feels like something pierced right through your chest. 

“Yes?”

“Can we meet?”

You put the call on mute and wince, letting the tears fall on your face as you collapse on the floor of your room, your back to the wall. 

As soon as you get a grip on yourself, you unmute the call. 

“No,” and you press the red button. 

As much as you wanted an explanation, you didn’t think you could bear excuses so you sit there, crying as much as you can while your mother calls you from downstairs, and when you don’t answer, she comes upstairs to find you beside the door, rolled up and crying. 

And she doesn’t say anything because she knows, she understands, so instead she hugs you as you cry through it. 

Mingyu does get it, how bad he’s messed up when he listens to your voice, and he honestly thinks you’re right, that you both end it right here, no excuses, explanation anything. What’s done is done. 

He lays on his bed and he tries to forget it ever happened, tosses and turns and tries to sleep but that never happens so more than twice he finds himself just watching out of his window, as the dusk approaches, blanketing the sky completely and he’s still watching as rays of sunlight invade the dark slowly as the dawn comes. 

After almost two days of doing absolutely nothing, wonwoo does notice there’s something wrong with him, someone who had to do something even if it was for a five hour break instead of resting? 

He figured it was because he was tired at first but now he was just plain concerned. 

“It’s nothing,” he flatly declines. But if Mingyu is anything, it’s a bad liar and his best friend knows that. 

“You’re lying,”

Mingyu sighs as he pretends to straighten his sofa. It’s another thing to not tell someone something and another thing to hide it. He was doing the latter today. 

“I’m not,” he puts on his most genuine face. 

“I’m just tired, hyung, that’s all,” 

Wonwoo isn’t convinced but he figures if there is really something that is bothering his best friend, he’ll tell him when it’s time to. 

So he pats his shoulders and leaves, but not before he whispers a little, “i’m here for you, you know that, right,”

“I do,” 

And he closes the door. He desperately needed to get his stuff together, so he decided to start with his room and he stumbled upon all your stuff, the least he could do was mail it back to you, so he does that, but he doesn’t include that cardigan. He puts it inside a hanger, he wouldn’t like to wear it, no, he just wants to keep it there with him, keep a piece of you with him. 

The months start to get warmer as March comes, you move on with your life slowly, picking up the pieces and joining them together. 

You try to face your friends and strangely enough instead of giving you the typical “i told you so,” they rub your back, it’s okay, mistakes happen. 

And you pull away your curtains sometimes, half expecting him to be standing there with his usual heart wrecking smile and gentle eyes. But he never comes. 

You do find yourself crying over texts you sent at 3:00 am, your usual time of talking to him, but when you wake up, you’re okay or you’re going to be okay. You just needed some time, that’s all. 

But when you’re on the bus to home that day, you find Mina's text. Chaeyoung has held yet another party, and it’s almost been a year since you met mingyu first there. 

You decide to go, secretly hoping you could catch mingyu there, maybe a glimpse or something but maybe it’s the fact that you talk to so many people there that you forget to check if he was in some corner, captivating a crowd with his golden personality or it’s that you’re slowly moving on. You walk home alone then, feeling giddy that you’re slowly, with small steps, getting over him. 

But as you reach the porch of your house, there’s a box in the mail, so you take it inside, carefully tiptoeing because you knew your mother was a light sleeper and take a cutter from the kitchen to cut the package open and inside were the polaroids from your birthday, a bead bracelet you made when you had nothing to do, a few nail polishes, and the chain you left there in the hotel room that night, you try to not to think of it again, instead put that box away. 

This was one of the last times you ever heard from mingyu. 

“Remind me again why are you here with me watching riverdale?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No but like,” you turn to him on the sofa, keeping a cushion on your lap, on the screen there’s something about jughead and aliens going on. “You should have been out, it’s new year’s for god’s sake, aren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“Okay so a) i like lili reinhart and b) you’re okay to spend time with too i guess,”

You throw the cushion at sicheng, someone who you met at work, a great guy to talk to once he’s opened up with you, and he sits with you instead of going to the party four blocks away from your home. You like him, and you’re not sure if he’s going to break your heart but it seems okay, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces if he does. 

“I have an idea,” he suggests as he sits on the carpet on the floor looking for cushions to hit you with. 

“Let’s make a pillow fort,”

[huangels]

community furry club - werewolf!mark

nct dream halloween special: main menu | mark | renjun | jeno | haechan | jaemin | chenle | jisung

a/n: this was supposed to be posted oct 1 fjdhd, also this is lowkey a furry fic but it's NOT don’t worry, also also pls ignore all typos i’m POOPED 

genre: fluff+ humor

word count: 2.4k

"Mark? What are you doing here?" you stare with a hitched breath as if a ghost had just flown through the doors of the city's populated cafe.

Standing by your small table is your boyfriend Mark, tall and stiff with an awkward posture. It takes you a moment before you realize it's the unfitting baseball cap and XXL jacket hung around his shoulders that causes him to look slightly disfigured.

Mark is not what you would call human or wolf, but a median, a werewolf. When in his human form, Mark's large ears and long fluffy tail does not go away, which explains the hat and jacket. The latter gawkily shuffles over to the opposite seat in front of you and slides into the chair as gracefully as possible, but failing as he knocks his knee onto the back side of the table.

Once he's situated, his flashes an uncomfortable smile, hands placed on his knees under the table and rubbing up and down. "Visting my girlfriend?"

You push down the head of your laptop and stuff it back into your backpack to turn your attention towards him.

"Way to look natural," you tease, eyeing the tilted cap and lumpy jacket. "Aren't you hot in that, too? It's Fall but the sun is still out."

"Nope," Mark pops the p, but the sweat coating his forehead tells you otherwise.

"Really, what are you doing here? I told you I will be home for Halloween after running some errands," you scold your boyfriend. You had to visit the city to buy some final Halloween decorations like cobwebs and some candy to hand out to kids trick or treating. Having to run from one Halloween store to another trying to find last-minute decorations is more difficult than you assumed since the stores were almost completely empty. You soon gave up and stopped by a cafe for an energy booster.

"Ugh, Y/N. I was so bored at home, and I just wanted to go out and walk around, smell the fresh air," Mark complains as he leans forward onto his propped up arm, chin held in his palm.

You raise a cocky eyebrow, "are you that excited for Halloween?"

Mark's eyes light up and his tail starts to wag under the large coat, "Yes!"

Since almost every day Mark has to hide his identity under hats and jackets, Halloween is the only night where he can freely show himself to others without disguises. He can blend in with the other neighborhood freaks who put way too much effort into looking inhuman. And he even receives compliments from everyone which makes him feel confident about himself not being a normal human.

You always feel horrible having to walk past Mark's house every day, which is right next to yours, to go to school, while he is homeschooled by his werewolf family. You can see the look of boredom on his face as he stares blankly out of the window, ears bend and tail limp. And when you would wave to him from the window, he would pop up with a bright smile and wave back excitedly but grow gloomy again as you head off to the bus stop, mirroring his expression.

"So do you have a costume yet?" Mark questions, playing with the napkin atop the table. You snap out of your own head and direct your attention back to your boyfriend.

You take a sip of coffee before it gets cold, "yeah, I'm gonna wear a witch costume."

"But you wore that last year," Mark complains, huffing.

"No, last year I was a vampire," you correct the latter with a grin.

"It's the same dress that you wear, Y/N!" It's true, you don't have much of an admiration for Halloween as Mark does. Sure, it was fun to run around at night and get free candy as a kid but now that you're in your senior year in high school, people don't really give candy out to teens and Halloween costumes become more expensive the older you get. So you just stick with your black dress with lacey and black flower details. You'll buy other accessories too of course, like for last year, you wore a cape and fangs with your dress and this year, you have a big purple witch hat.

You shrug your shoulders, "that's what makes it creative."

Mark huffs at your response, mumbling a whatever under his breath, but ends the conversation there.

"Well, do you have a Halloween costume this year?" you question back with a half-smile. Every Halloween for the past two years, Mark usually just wears ripped clothes and werewolf gloves and pretends he's in the midst of his transformation. It's not much of a difference just like your costumes.

"I'm gonna be a scientist," Mark replies, tongue sticking out childishly, "who turns into a werewolf."

Before you can further tease your boyfriend about his choice in Halloween costumes, your friend from school enters the cafe and calls your name.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" she starts off, waving hi to both you and Mark, "Are you going to the Halloween party at Hyunjin's later?"

Mark emits a low whine before you answer, "No, I'm just going to be walking around with Mark but if we can, we'll maybe stop by."

"Aww, ok. So what's your costume going to be? I still haven't decided and the party is in like 4 hours."  

"A witch and Mark is going to be a...scientist wolf thing?" you say, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend. He twiddles his thumbs and responds with a nervous chuckle. Mark doesn't get much interaction with humans since he's stuck home most days so he's always awkward when talking to them.

"That's cool, well I'll see you in school," she waves goodbye to you guys. Mark raises a hand to politely wave back but the long sleeves of his coat knocks over your cup of coffee, spilling on your friend. Thankfully there wasn't much and it had cooled off by now.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Mark stutters, handing the girl a handful of napkins from your table with trembling hands.

She chuckles, grabbing the napkins to wipe off her shirt, "No worries. I was just heading home to change for the party anyway."

Mark bends down from his chair to wipe up the coffee from the tiled floor. But, one unfortunate thing after another, his unfitting baseball cap slides off of his head and into the middle of the coffee spill. Mark's large wolf ears perk up as he freezes in his spot. Your eyes widen at the sight of his ears revealed to everyone in the cafe.

"Uhh, what's- that?" a voice breaks the silence. You cough as you try to come up with an explanation: expose your boyfriend or lie?

Your eyes bee-line to Mark but he's still stunned in a bent-over position that causes his blood to rush to his head. The silence after is too long so you shout the first excuse that comes to mind, "He's a furry."

Customers in the cafe turn their heads toward the commotion, maybe you shouldn't have said that so loud for everyone to hear.

"He's a...?"

"A furry- yep."

Mark now bolts up from his seat to scowl at you with wide eyes, seeming to demand why you said that. You flash a look of apology back before smiling nervously at your friend. Though, she is too busy examining you boyfriend's wolf ears.

"These ears look so real," she says, reaching to poke it. His ears twitch and avoid her touch.

You let out another nervous laugh, "yeah- he's just a very... dedicated furry. He spends a lot of time and money into his... uh- ears."

"So do you have a suit?" another voice enters the conversation, from behind your friend. "Because I'm in a community furry club and we really need some more members since we only have 6."

Your hand slaps over your mouth and you bite down your lips to prevent you from laughing, but only causing you to cough as if you're trying to get a hairball out of your throat. You can feel tears bordering your waterline.

Mark quickly grabs your backpack in one hand and your wrist in the other before he storms out of the store. You stumble behind and once you are a few feet down the street you can't help but let out a roar of laughter, bending over with a hand holding your stomach. The tears finally stream out as you laugh at the situation that had just unfolded. Mark stands in front of you, foot tapping and arms crossed over his chest. His hat, now soaked with coffee, is back on his head, covering his ears once more.

"Are you done?" Mark snarls, eyes squinting at your hysterical state. You wipe off a real tear from your eyes.

"Community- furry... club," you chortle in between laughs, trying to catch your breath. It feels like you've just gained a 6-pack from laughing so hard. "You... never gave- him an answer."

"I'm going home," Mark turns on his feet and stomps back home, but not before you can latch an arm around his to tease him some more.

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"I still can't believe you said I was a furry to your friend. Now every time I see her, she's gonna think I'm a damn furry," Mark grumbles, cutting slits into his white lab coat before pulling at it to make the slits look more natural.

"I mean...technically, you are a furry and- oh my god I'm dating a furry," you soon regret blurting out that Mark is a furry.

"I'm NOT a furry!"

"You do have fur."

"You have fur too."

"That's hair!"

"Same thing."

You roll your eyes before continuing to blend out your dark eyeshadow. You don't know much about makeup but it turns out alright with the help of multiple Youtube tutorials. Your hair is already curled and you're in your black dress. You decided to pair the dress with black and white horizontal striped tights and a pair of all black converse. All you needed is the hat which is on your bed. Now, you're just waiting for Mark, who is now trying to dirty his lab coat with brown eyeshadow and fake blood.

"I'll go get the candy ready," you inform Mark before exiting your bedroom into the living room. Usually, you and Mark stay in your house to hand out candy to little kids first and then walk around to see decorations and neighbors once it starts to get dark and more people come out to play. Then, your parents take over with handing out candy.

You grab the large bag of assorted candy and carefully pour it into an orange bucket, placing that by your front door. You get a few rounds of kids dressed in superhero costumes and princess dresses for candy before you hear your boyfriend come to the living room.

"You ready?" Mark asks as you turn towards him. Your breath hitches at how handsome Mark looks, even if he's covered in blood and brown eyeshadow. Mark had on his ripped lab coat, a pair of khaki trousers, and a baby blue sweater that is also slightly ripped and painted with red and brown. But most captivating part of his outfit is the pair of fake eyeglasses he has on, they're round and black and fit perfectly with his features. His hair is styled down and a little messy over his forehead with his ears sticking out of the top of his head. His tail hangs out from a hole cut on the back of his lab coat.

Mark looks so charming with glasses, he should wear it more often. And you probably said exactly that out loud because he replies back with, "oh, you like them that much?"

You roll your eyes in annoyance but the slight blush on the tips of your cheeks causes Mark to swiftly swoop you into his arms for a soft kiss.

The both of you say bye to your parents as you enter the dawn setting. The roads are crowded with people in different costumes and of different ages. Kids stop him to feel his ear or pet his tail and Mark is thrilled by every compliment on how realistic it feels. Parents have asked how Mark got them to move so smoothly and if it was automatic or remote controlled. Of course, having been asked these questions for the past two years, he's already come up with a made-up explanation.

A couple hours have passed as you and Mark continue to walk down the busy streets, looking at decorations and entering homemade haunted houses (Mark ended up attached at the hip to you in the houses but denied that he was scared). Without knowing, you both have walked to Hyunjin's house where the Halloween party is being held. Blasting through the front windows are rave lights and neon lasers while the bass of the dance music vibrates through the air and you're surprised that the party hasn't shut down due to noise complaints yet.

"You wanna just stop by to say hi?" you suggest, pointing at the colorfully lighten-up house. Mark shrugs with a simple, "sure."

As soon as you enter the house, the smell of sweat, cheap beer, and Doritos waft over you. Gross.

Mark and you make your way around as your school friends greet you with sloppy hugs. You try to introduce your boyfriend but the volume of the music and the state of your friends don't help. You give up trying to communicate with them and you head for the kitchen with Mark. In the cooler next to the island counter are sodas, which you grab and replenish yourself from walking around for two hours.

Before you know it, you hear someone drunkenly shout, "it's the furry kid, Mark!"

The voice belongs to the friend from earlier in the cafe. Mark and you meet eyes and then he bolts out of the party, filled to the brim with embarrassment. You run after him, feeling the sense of deja vu.

"They're never gonna let me live that down, are they?"

"I guess you'll just be known as a furry and I, the one who dates him."