#mark tuan au

[markie-baby]

If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

~

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

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🌹The final part, the epilogue, will be released after 20 notes~

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GOT7 | Headcanons

Theme: Members As Friends And Lovers

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff and just fluff, Neutral gender!reader, my personal opinions!!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Mark Tuan

❀ As a Friend:

The type to listen quietly and then drop the most insightful advice.

Will send you a simple "You good?" text instead of asking too many questions.

Always down for a spontaneous road trip or late-night drive in silence.

The one who remembers your favorite food and orders it for you before you ask.

Rarely starts conversations but always responds when you need him.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Acts of Service & Quality Time.

Prefers subtle physical affection—hand-holding, thigh touches while driving, and soft back hugs.

He’s not the type for over-the-top gestures, but he makes sure you know he loves you through actions.

Might not say "I love you" often, but his eyes show it every time he looks at you.

Loves watching you when you’re not paying attention—he thinks you're the most beautiful when you're just being yourself.

The kind of boyfriend who lets you nap on his chest and absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Lim Jae-beom

❀ As a Friend:

Looks out for you like a protective older brother.

Roasts you all the time but will fight anyone who actually upsets you.

Is the first one to notice if you’re stressed and forces you to take a break.

Would drive you home at 3 AM just to make sure you’re safe.

If he says he’ll be there for you, he means it—he’s as loyal as they come.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Super touchy but in a non-obvious way—lingering hand touches, resting his hand on your thigh, or pulling you close when walking.

Lowkey enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it—he just “accidentally” falls asleep with you in his arms.

He might act cool, but he’s obsessed with kissing you, especially slow, deep kisses.

If he’s jealous, he won’t say anything—he’ll just pull you closer and make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Finds excuses to touch you, like fixing your hair or tracing small circles on your back when sitting together.

Jackson Wang

❀ As a Friend:

The ultimate hype man—your biggest cheerleader in life.

Insists on FaceTiming you instead of texting.

If you're sad, he’ll take you out for a fun adventure to cheer you up.

Will introduce you to every single person he knows and brag about how amazing you are.

Gets over-the-top dramatic about everything just to make you laugh.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Super affectionate—hugs, kisses, and hand-holding all the time.

He has zero shame about PDA—if he loves you, the world should know.

Loves lifting you off the ground when he hugs you.

Needs constant physical closeness—he’ll drape himself over you from behind like a human koala.

If you’re apart for too long, expect a dramatic “I missed you so much!!” the moment he sees you again.

Park Jin-young

❀ As a Friend:

The mom friend—he always makes sure you're making smart decisions.

Likes intellectual conversations and debating random topics for fun.

Pretends to be serious but actually has the best sense of humor.

He'll send you book recommendations and expect you to discuss them with him.

If you have a problem, he’ll help you solve it logically but with a side of sarcasm.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Words of Affirmation & Quality Time.

Prefers small, meaningful touches—a hand squeeze, brushing your hair away, or a soft kiss before leaving.

He’s not the type for over-the-top PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly soft and loving.

Loves slow, deep kisses that last longer than expected.

Would rather whisper sweet things in your ear than say them out loud in front of others.

Writes you letters when he’s feeling sentimental but acts like it’s “not a big deal.”

Choi Young-jae

❀ As a Friend:

A literal ray of sunshine—his energy is contagious.

Always sending you memes and dog photos to brighten your day.

Will drop whatever he's doing if you need help.

If you're sad, he’ll hug you until you feel better (and maybe write a song about it).

The most genuinely happy for your successes.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Loves cuddling—he could stay in bed all day just snuggled up with you.

Will randomly grab your hand and swing it back and forth while walking.

Likes to playfully boop your nose or poke your cheeks just to make you laugh.

Gets shy when expressing feelings but his touch says it all—soft, lingering, and full of love.

The type to hug you from behind while you’re doing something and just stay there for a while.

BamBam

❀ As a Friend:

Your fashion guru—always wants to go shopping with you.

Loves taking aesthetic photos of you for Instagram.

Teases you all the time, but if someone else does, he gets defensive real quick.

Randomly calls you just to gossip and catch up.

Will buy you a ridiculous gift “just because it reminded me of you.”

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Gift Giving & Physical Touch.

Always flirting—he loves seeing you blush.

Loves PDA but in a playful way—wants to make others jealous of how cute you two are.

Randomly grabs your face and kisses you just because he can.

Buys you expensive gifts but acts like it’s “no big deal.”

If you’re feeling down, expect a shopping trip and a fancy dinner date to lift your mood.

Kim Yugyeom

❀ As a Friend:

The gentle giant—sweet but surprisingly mischievous.

Always down for a random dance battle.

Loves sending you weird, funny TikToks at 2 AM.

The friend who carries your bags without you asking.

If you need a hug, he's got you covered—big, warm, comforting bear hugs.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Loves touching you absentmindedly—playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you.

Slow kisses are his thing—deep, meaningful, and just enough to make your heart race.

Likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and sway gently.

If he’s lying down, expect him to pull you into his chest for cuddles without asking.

Prefers spending time together over texting—even if you’re just sitting in comfortable silence.

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Boxed Chocolates

Pairing: Prince!Mark x Queen!Reader Genre: Royalty AU, Fluff with a little angst Rating: PG Summary: Mark brings you those chocolates you like. Word Count: 0.8k Warnings: Minor character death mentioned.

Since your dad had died, nothing had been the same.

You despised it all. The people, the duties, the crown. The way they all carried on, as if losing a loved one wasn’t a big deal. As if you weren’t all alone now. Left to live a miserable life of politics, misogyny, and outrageous expectations. Heavy is the crown, indeed.

A knock on your door pulled you from your journal. “Come in.”

A maid poked her head inside. “I’ve brought the dresses Miss Ella called for.” Oh, right. The fittings for the coronation.

“Bring them in, please.” You put your pen down and pushed away from the desk. “Thank you, Dosie.”

She bowed and pushed the door open, revealing the large rack with an array of fabric. As she pushed it into the room, she added, “And you have a visitor, the prince.”

Anyone else would take offense to being announced like that, as an afterthought, but Dosie understood your feelings about rushing the ceremony. You rose to your feet. “Then I’ll go deal with him first. Pick out a dress to start with, will you?”

The prince, “Just Mark” as he preferred, was a fairly quiet fellow full of mischief and wisdom. Your father had introduced you two shortly before announcing his illness and formally declaring you his successor. The reason was clear as day: you needed someone to help you rule the kingdom. However, Mark had yet to propose. His focus hovered between making sure you were as happy as someone grieving could be and stirring up trouble.

“There you are.” Mark met you halfway as you entered the room, taking your hand and guiding you right back out. “I have treats!”

“What kind of treats?” You wondered, matching his cover whisper.

“Remember when we first met and my parents brought those fancy chocolates with the soft nougat inside?”

Your face lit up. “Yes! They were so delicious.”

“Guess who found out who made them.” He pulled a box from behind his back.

“Mark, you’re a godsend!” You hugged him, excitement bubbling up inside you for the first time since your father’s death.

“I know.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Now come on, let’s go try them out.”

You followed him out of the castle and down to the gardens, where he had set up a small picnic. There were blankets laid out on the grass, and he had brought a basket filled with sandwiches and fruit.

“I thought we could use some fresh air,” he said as he spread out the blanket. “And some good food, of course.”

You smiled gratefully, sitting down next to him. The sun was just starting to set, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was peaceful here, away from the chaos of the castle.

You took a sandwich and bit into it, the flavors exploding in your mouth. “This is amazing.”

“I know a good sandwich when I taste one.” Mark winked at you. “So, can I be honest with you?”

You groaned, “No. Not you too.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of a better way to broach the subject.” He picked at the blanket. “They’re pushing me to announce my intentions. I know you’re not ready, and I’ve told them as much, but they won’t shut up about it.”

You took another chocolate. “So, you want me to do something about it?”

He shook his head. “Actually no. I just need your permission to speak for the two of us.” He looked you in the eyes, resolute and firm as he continued speaking, “We’ll marry, but not right away. I want you to have time to heal a little. I intend to relocate here with you and I can assume my duties without you needing to be bothered with anything until you’re ready to.”

“That-that’s actually great.” You swallowed and sat up a little straighter. “I mean, it works for me. Everything’s just so…overwhelming right now. I could use some time to myself.”

He smiled, teeth sparkling in the sunset. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. So,” he dug into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “Of course, you’ll need this.” He opened it revealing an elaborate ring. “Will you allow me the pleasure of sneaking you away for chocolates and fighting off those pesky councilmen for the rest of my life?” He leaned in with a mischievous grin. “There’ll be lots of troublemaking, I promise.”

Despite the tears threatening to fall, you found yourself laughing. “Oh, thank God. I wouldn’t have you if you didn’t bring the mischief.” You dabbed at your eyes with a smile. “There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side.”

[justawritterwithideas]

never his type | park jinyoung

summary: a little inspiration from lee youngji's “small girl”. I've always known that I'm not the kind of girl Jinyoung would choose. I'm not delicate, I'm not reserved, I don't fit into his perfect world. Besides, he only sees me as his friend. So I decided to stop trying, to let him go and live without expecting anything from him, and for the first time, to look in another direction without expecting that he will look back at me. But why does it seem like every time I try to pull away, the more he tries to get closer? warnings: I haven't written an au in a long time, so there might be some poor writing, beyond that a lot of mixed feelings, fluff, jinyoung!coworker, AAAAAAAA I loved writing this. this story is a jinyoung x fem y/n, hope you like it. words: 8,316 words. (ohmy) a/n: it's been a while since I last wrote, but I was in a creative slump for a long time where I didn't like anything or had no motivation to write, but recently got7 made a comeback and I said 'why not?' also, I've noticed that there isn't much got7 content on tumblr, so I hope you like this one, I really enjoyed writing it and finding myself again. i want to remind you that English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I hope you will forgive me :( thank u, TQM.

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“Baby, would you still love me?

Though I got a big laugh, big voice, and big personality

Would you guarantee?

‘Small Girl’, Lee Young Ji.

They say that love is not forced, that if you have to beg for someone's attention, then it's not worth it. But no one tells you what to do when your heart is stubborn, when it insists on beating harder for someone who barely notices you.

I knew it from the beginning.

Jinyoung would never look at me the way I looked at him.

Because I'm not his type.

I'm not the discreet, elegant girl he usually likes, and that's okay.

Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself while I change the name of his contact on my phone and promise myself, once again, that this time I'm going to get over it.

But of course, saying I'm going to get over him is easy. The problem is actually doing it.

Because even if I delete our pictures together, even if I promise myself that this is the last time I let it affect me, the next day I'm still in the same place. Sitting in the usual coffee shop, surrounded by the same people, with Jinyoung on the other side of the table, laughing at something one of our co-workers said.

And, by inertia, my eyes search for him.

Memorize him.

His laugh, the way his eyes close a little when he's really enjoying himself, how he runs a hand through his hair when he's concentrating.

Little habits that I shouldn't notice, that shouldn't matter, but are engraved in me.

I take a deep breath. No more.

I'm going to forget you.

I'm going to stop liking you.

Because yes, today will be different.

Today, for the first time, I won't wait for you to look back at me.

Today, I will finally stop liking Park Jinyoung.

That's a promise.

But to be honest, I don't know exactly when or how I started to like Jinyoung, I think one day happened and that's it, there was no turning back.

Although I do remember the first time we met.

I think it was April, or maybe May, or something like that, a month where flowers were beginning to appear on the trees along with the first signs of the return of the warm sun in Seoul.

It had been a busy few weeks, probably the busiest I'd had since coming to this place. Work had multiplied after my partner's maternity leave, so all her work was now mine as well and it was starting to pile up next to the work I had accumulated for weeks on my desk.

I remember that my blouse was bothering me and my pants were not warm enough for the cold office, which was hiding from the sun's rays. In desperation because of the cold, I decided to escape from my pile of earrings to get some sun on the terrace, knowing that I might get a scolding.

But at that moment, I didn't care; I wasn't going to let someone else catch a cold when spring was in full bloom.

As I waited for the elevator, intending to escape in it, the metal doors opened revealing my boss accompanied by someone else. I felt that karma was playing against me for my actions, but at that instant my mind was not for worries.

In fact, his attention was on the young man in front of me and how I had suddenly forgotten how to breathe, leaving the air trapped in my lungs. His black suit perfectly marked his figure, his glasses, always sliding down the bridge of his nose, gave him an added charm, and his lotion....

God, his lotion was almost as mesmerizing as his gaze.

“Miss Kim, how nice to find you around.”

My supervisor's voice snapped me out of the trance that was beginning to cloud my mind.

“I want to introduce you to Mr. Park, Park Jinyoung, he will be your new partner until Miss Yun returns from leave.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kim.”

I don't know how long I stared at Jinyoung, but it was probably my flushed face and the awkwardness of my response that caused him to laugh.

From that day on, we became inseparable.

In my eyes, he was the spitting image of a prince out of a fairy tale. From head to toe, he looked like the perfect man. But it wasn't just his looks that captivated me, it was the way he was that made me fall more in love with him every day.

I loved that every morning he would greet me and talk to me until our workday began. That, throughout the day, he would give me little treats to keep me energized. That he would accompany me to lunch, even if he had already finished his lunch break. That he would wait for me in the elevator so that we could go to the bus stop together and that, without saying so, he would let a few buses go by just so he could stay a little longer by my side.

But to be honest... was there anything I didn't like about Jinyoung?

Ah, yes.

There was something.

I didn't like that I wasn't his type.

One day, as I was on my way to deliver some papers to Marketing, I saw Jinyoung and a couple of friends sitting around having a coffee. My feet were hurrying towards them to greet them but my brain slowed them down, hearing the question Jaebeom had asked the brunette before they could see me coming.

“What about you Jinyoung, what kind of girls do you like?”

My heart began to beat fast, almost as if I had run a full marathon without stopping. Like a coward, I hid behind a pillar while I listened to their conversation.

Yes, it was disrespectful of me to listen to someone else's conversation, but I couldn't move. I didn't know if it was my body or my heart that had decided to leave me there, listening to the dialogue between them.

“Well, I don't have an exact type.”

I breathed again.

“Don't lie, I know you have one” A second voice spoke.

My eyes caught the silhouette of BamBam, who was playfully slapping his hyung.

“Don't be shy, Jinyoungie. Tell us, we are friends.”

It seemed that the pressure caused by the pair had made Jinyoung succumb to their question, who was starting to rub the back of his neck before answering them.

“Okay, okay... Well, I like girls shorter than me, I don't really have a preference in hair color but I think blondes look good, they look pretty. Maybe that they're discreet, elegant, that I feel like I can introduce her to my parents without fear that they might reject her, that they don't talk or laugh too much, I don't know! Right, that's enough.”

Shit.

My body froze.

Suddenly, I could feel the coffee I had drunk in the morning getting stuck in my throat, unable to move from my spot.

I stood there, my fingers clenching tightly around the papers I was supposed to deliver, as if to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control.

Discreet. Elegant. Pleasing in the eyes of her parents.

Definitely, of all the things the man had named.

None of those things were me.

I let out a low sigh and closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to compose myself. It wasn't like he expected to hear my description on his list, but I wasn't amused to feel so out of it either. Like the possibility didn't even exist.

Nothing on that silly list defined me. If anything really characterized me, it was my outrageous laugh, my sarcastic comments that left more than one person speechless, and my absolute inability to keep quiet when something bothered me. Not to mention, of course, my ridiculous height, which used to surprise anyone upon seeing me for the first time.

And elegant? Well... tripping over my own feet and spouting curses at the worst moment definitely didn't fall into that category.

I pursed my lips and glanced sideways again.

Jinyoung was smiling with the confidence of someone who thought he was pretty clear on what he wanted. But if he was so sure, why did he feel the need to justify himself so much?

I forced myself to let go of the papers in my hands and smooth them out with my fingers, playing with the edge of them. It was then that a small smile appeared on my lips.

“Of all the things you mentioned, Jinyoung, none of them fit me,” I thought, feeling a spark of amusement mixed with something else, something I didn't want to admit. “It's almost like I'm exactly the kind of girl that terrifies you.”

I bit my lip, fighting the temptation to laugh. But not a happy laugh, but the kind that sounded more like a resigned sigh.

“Oh, noona!”

A shiver ran through my body when I heard BamBam's voice calling me. As best I could, I recomposed the expression on my face and turned around, looking at the trio in front of me.

“Mhm? Oh, guys, what's wrong?”

“What are you doing here, is something wrong?”

Quick. Make something up.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to check with you guys to see if you knew if Seojun was at his desk, I was asked to deliver some papers to him before he went out to lunch.”

“I'm not sure, in fact I think he already went out, but we can-”

“You're bleeding.”

Jinyoung's voice brought me back to earth, feeling his hands wrap around mine and watching as blood gushed out and stained the papers.

“Let me tend to you, let's go get something to nurse-”

“Don't worry, Jinyoung. I'll go to the bathroom and then I'm going to redo these papers.”

“But it's almost time to eat and your finger...”

“Don't worry, I'll stop by today from lunch, I have to deliver this urgently, don't worry. Excuse me.”

As best I could, I bowed and slipped out of there.

That day was the beginning of something I didn't know how to stop.

After that, I started to distance myself. At first, it was just small, almost imperceptible details. I avoided spending too much time in the same spaces as him, I let conversations with the group flow without looking for his gaze, and I even forced myself not to react when he said something that would normally make me respond in search of some reaction from him. It wasn't difficult, at least at first. I kept telling myself that it was for the best, that there was no point in holding on to something that clearly had no place in his world.

But Jinyoung... he didn't make it easy.

Every time I thought I had found a balance, something about him would push me back. A genuine concern, a warmer-than-normal smile, the way he always seemed to notice when something was bothering me before others did. Details that shouldn't mean that much, but to my misfortune, they did.

And so, while I tried to pull away, he kept tugging at an invisible string that tied me to his orbit, even without realizing it.

Until one day I looked at my reflection and understood that my heart was not only frayed...but that every show of affection from him was making it break a little more.

“Noona, are you okay?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my trance. I blinked several times, snapping back to the present. We were in a coffee shop with the team, the murmur of conversations and the sound of cups clinking against plates filled the atmosphere. I hadn't even realized I had stopped listening.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah... I was just thinking about a few things.”

Jinyoung looked at me from across the table. It seemed that my disconnection to the atmosphere had caused him some strangeness, trying to tell me something through his gaze, something I couldn't quite make out.

I removed myself in my seat, uncomfortable.

“Wow, she looked so serious I thought she was planning world domination or something” Youngjae joked, making me let out a forced laugh.

I forced myself to pick up my glass and take a sip. I didn't want them to notice anything weird. I didn't want him to notice something was wrong.

But I knew it wouldn't be long before he did. Because Jinyoung always noticed those things.

And that was just the problem.

My phone vibrated in my bag, causing me to rummage through my things before I saw the screen.

Jinyoung: hey, u okay?

My eyes searched for him, catching him in the way he was watching me from across the table, almost crossing me. A subtle smile, almost impossible to discover whether it was a lie or not, came across my face, accompanying a soft nod of my head.

               Me: yeah, don't worry! :)

I went back to watching him, trying to connect with the conversation the group was carrying so that I could look interested and laugh at whatever they were talking about, unconcerned with the man in the other corner.

It seemed to have been a success when he reconnected to the flow of the others.

When the coffee had cooled and everyone looked pretty interested in leaving, the conversation was over, and being honest I don't even remember 80% of what we had talked about that night. Gradually the goodbyes began to be heard, as well as the sound of cars leaving the place.

To my misfortune, not having a car tied me to public transportation, occupying an app or asking others if they could get me as close to home as possible.

“Are you leaving already?”

My heart gave a slight flip when I heard his voice, but my mind forcefully suppressed it. I turned to meet Jinyoung, who had stopped beside me with his hands in his pockets and that calm expression that always seemed so natural on him.

“Something like that,” I replied lightly, glancing at my cell phone screen again. “I'm seeing if an Uber or taking the bus is more feasible.”

“Don't worry, I'll get you closer to your hou-”

“Oppa!”

Our conversation was interrupted by a third party, causing all attention to focus on the newcomer.

Jia, Choi Jia.

Remember the list of things Jinyoung had said earlier about his ideal girl? Well, somehow, everything about her fit perfectly with the description the boy had given that day.

Short, elegant, discreet. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her sweet smile seemed designed to win over any strict mother. She was the kind of girl who didn't raise her voice any louder than necessary, who always knew how to behave at the right moment.

In other words, his ideal type.

And, of course, she knew it.

I barely turned around to see her approaching with a beaming smile, holding Jinyoung's arm with familiarity.

“Let's go together! Our house is in the same direction, remember?”

A knot formed in my stomach before I could help it.

Of course, how had I forgotten?

Jia and Jinyoung lived in the same area.

It was almost as if fate was playing all its cards so that our paths wouldn't come together in any way.

He blinked, confused, as if he had just remembered that detail. “Oh... right.”

“It's perfect,” she continued, not letting go of his arm. “That way you don't have to take a detour.”

Jinyoung hesitated for a second and his gaze rested on me, as if he was still considering his original offer.

But I saw it in his eyes... he wasn't going to say no to Jia.

And I had no intention of just standing there waiting for him to do so.

“It's okay, don't worry, Jinyoung,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I'll take the bus, it's fine.”

“But-”

“Noona!”

Another voice interrupted me before Jinyoung could continue speaking. BamBam approached with the phone in his hand and an excited expression.

“Where are you going now, noona?”

“I'm going to catch the bus.”

“No noona! A friend is coming to pick me up and he can bring you closer to your house too, he's in the same direction where we're going. He has no problem with you joining us on our journey.”

I inwardly thanked him for his sudden intervention and nodded quickly. “Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience anyone.”

“Trust me, you won't.” He said with a mischievous grin. “Besides, it sure will do him good to meet more people.”

Just then, and almost falling from the sky, the lights of a black car illuminated part of the parking lot as it pulled up in front of us.

“There he is,” BamBam announced, raising his hand in greeting.

The driver's door opened, and out stepped a tall boy with somewhat tousled dark hair and a calm but attentive expression. His sharp features were accentuated by the dim street lighting, and the way he moved, with a natural, effortless confidence, made him instantly catch the eye.

BamBam smiled proudly before making introductions.

“Hyung, hey!”

Jinyoung, who was still beside me, straightened his shoulders slightly. Jia tilted her head curiously and I just stood static, watching the man arriving to join us.

“This is Mark.” The boy greeted everyone with a simple nod, trying to decipher our names. “Hyung, this is Jia, Jinyoung hyung and my noona, that's who we'll be taking today, our new traveling companion.”

“Bam's famous noona, it's a relief to finally give her a face.” A smile broke out on my face as he finished speaking, thanking the heavens that the subject had suddenly changed his direction.

“I hope he spoke only wonders about me.”

“Oh, of course he did. In fact, I don't think he was able to shut up after I asked him.”

Mark's laughter was catching in the air, causing me to laugh along with him as well. But despite that instant of grace, I could feel Jinyoung's steady gaze burn into my back.

“Don't talk about me like I'm not here! Hyung, noona!”

As if by magic, I felt again that there were people around us, forgetting the feelings that were wrapping around me a couple of minutes ago.

“If you're going to keep laughing at me like that, then we'd better leave, I don't want to be humiliated by you guys anymore!”

I shook my head in amusement as I watched him get into the car, turning my gaze back to Jinyoung and his new co-driver.

“It was nice meeting you guys, I hope we can meet more often.”

Mark's voice broke the silence, echoing softly in the air before he bowed goodbye and got into the car.

Just then, my eyes met Jinyoung's, and my heart raced without warning. I didn't understand why I felt this way so suddenly, but in his gaze there was something... something he was trying to tell me, just like in the cafeteria a couple of minutes ago.

“Well... Get home safely. See you Monday.”

I raised my hand in a farewell gesture before turning to get into the car. But, at that precise moment, a gentle tug on my clothes made me stop.

To my surprise, Jinyoung was holding me. His face reflected an urgency that unsettled me. His lips, as red as an apple, seemed to have been bitten just a few seconds ago. His eyes roamed my face with intensity, as if desperately searching for an answer in it, as if what he wanted to tell me was trapped between us.

With a thread of a voice, I barely managed to ask, “What's wrong, Pepi?”

He opened his mouth, his tongue was pressing against the inside of his cheek, as if the words were on the tip, ready to come out. But they didn't. His grip on my clothes became firmer, as if he was trying to keep me from leaving without hearing what he had to tell me.

But in the end... nothing.

I felt his grip loosen until his hand fell to his side.

“It's nothing, sorry.”

My chest tightened with inexplicable frustration.

“Oh... it's okay.”

A wave of disappointment washed over me from head to toe. I wanted him to speak, to let out those words I was holding back. That he would give me a reason to stay a few seconds longer. But he didn't.

So I just sighed and mumbled a goodbye, before finally getting into the car.

The goodbye had been brief, but the weight of what was left unsaid hung in the air.

The car started up, gliding nimbly between the streets. From the back seat, I watched the city lights fleetingly flash past the window, as Mark and BamBam's voice mingled in distant conversation.

“Noona, how far are we from your house?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked a couple of times before leaning in slightly to look at him.

“Ah... Not much, about ten more minutes.”

I tried to sound natural, but my mind was still trapped in the instant I had shared with Jinyoung. Or rather, in what we did not share. Something inside me told me that he had wanted to talk, that he had been on the verge of doing so, but something stopped him.

Was it fear, was it doubt, or was he just not as important as I thought he was?

Mark seemed focused on the road, his face serene, but BamBam was watching me with a curious glint in his eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a lopsided smile, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I forced a smile.

“Yeah, I'm just tired.”

BamBam let out a slight sigh and shrugged. “If you say so, noona.”

The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence, interrupted only by the murmur of the radio and the occasional conversation between the two of them. For my part, I watched the lights of the city go by, turning the matter over again and wondering what would have happened if Jinyoung had spoken.

Soon after, I could see the cluster of buildings where my home was. The car came to a complete stop and that's when I just opened the door to get out of the car.

“Thank you so much for approaching me, Mark.”

“No problem, besides you were just passing by.”

“Good night, guys. Thanks again.���

Setting my feet on solid ground, I waved goodbye to them one more time before turning around. However, like déjà vu, something once again got in my way, preventing me from moving forward.

“Noona.”

My stride stopped and I turned to look at him.

“If you want to talk about whatever happened back there...you know where to find me.”

His words were playful, but there was something genuine in his tone. I was silent for a moment before smiling sincerely.

“I know, thank you, Bam.”

The next thing I heard was the car start up and drive off into the darkness of the night, as I headed for my apartment.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a long, tired sigh. I leaned against the wood and closed my eyes, letting all the oxygen in my body go out of my mouth.

It seemed like all my attempts to get away from Jinyoung wanted to be put on pause, almost as if fate finally wanted to give me some of what I prayed so hard for before I went to sleep.

But I couldn't give in to the slightest bit of attention he was giving me, I had to be strong enough to be able to overcome these feelings that were blossoming more and more in me.

I had promised.

I had promised myself.

Be that as it may.

I'm going to stop liking you, Jinyoung.

Despite all my attempts to forget what happened on Friday and turn the page, I had spent the whole weekend with my mind trapped in that moment with Jinyoung.

I relived the scene over and over again, searching in his gaze, in his body language, in every little gesture, for some clue as to what he really wanted to tell me.

But after so much thought, I came to the conclusion that if he didn't say it, maybe it wasn't as important as I thought.

Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Maybe, at the last second, he realized that what he wanted to tell me wasn't worth it. Or worse, maybe there was never anything to say.

So I decided to dismiss it. There was no point in going on and on about it and gnawing at my head.

By the time Monday came around, I had buried the issue in the back of my mind, focusing on what really mattered: work.

It is clear that Mondays are always the worst day of the week, but it seemed that today was set to be the worst of all. Apparently all the meetings had been scheduled for that day.

I had barely seen the shadow of Jinyoung's silhouette all day, he had been going up and down the elevator loaded with papers, at the same time that I was moving from one room to another to have all the meetings that could exist in the world.

We didn't cross a single word all day.

There were no morning greetings, no pauses for conversation, no little sweets left on my desk.

And though I repeated to myself that I needn't have minded, a part of me couldn't help but notice.

Between all the work and the small but possible breaks there were to rest, it suddenly got dark and again I was at the entrance of the building, seeing if it was more economical to order an Uber or walk to wait for the bus.

“Are you waiting for the prices to go down?”

Jinyoung's voice interrupted my internal debate, lifting my gaze from the screen and observing the brown-haired man. I couldn't help but scan him, he was wearing a casual outfit but one that didn't lose that hint of elegance he always used to have, he looked perfect.

“Something like that, but I don't think it's going to happen.” I shrugged my shoulders before I could stow the phone in my bag, watching him once again.

“Let's go together.”

His sudden proposal caught me off guard, feeling the pounding of my heart echoing in my chest. A soft blush settled on my cheeks, noticing how Jinyoung gave me one of those smiles that generated butterflies in my stomach.

But before I could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted that scene.

“Ah, noona!”

An elated BamBam appeared in front of us, who looked like he had run so he could meet us.

“We were looking for you.”

“We?”

As soon as that question escaped my mouth, Mark appeared at the side of the young man, who gave him a small pat on the back before looking at me.

“We're going in the same direction as last time. If you want, we can take you again.”

My gaze shifted from BamBam to Mark, and then to Jinyoung.

For the first time that day, he seemed at a loss for words.

His expression tensed for a brief moment before he regained his neutral gesture, as if the interruption didn't affect him in the least.

“Oh guys, excuse me but-”

“You guys go ahead. I'll take the bus. Actually, I have to go somewhere else, I'm meeting someone.”

The echo of Jinyoung's voice made me turn around, noticing how suddenly his expression had changed just like his previous proposition, once again.

His tone was calm, almost indifferent.

But something about the way he averted his gaze and how quickly he ended the conversation made me feel a small twinge in my chest.

Before I could say anything, he had already turned and was walking away down the street with his hands in his pockets.

Mark and BamBam were silent for a few seconds, exchanging quick glances with each other before looking back at me.

They knew something had happened, but neither asked.

“Shall we go, noona?” said BamBam finally, in his usually nonchalant tone, as if he hadn't just noticed how strange the whole exchange had been.

My gaze didn't leave Jinyoung's backpack until it disappeared around the corner, feeling again like there was something he had wanted to say but ended up vanishing into thin air.

“Yeah, let's go.”

The rest of the week went along pretty much the same way.

Whenever it seemed that Jinyoung was going to approach me to tell me something, BamBam and Mark would appear out of nowhere with their usual:

Noona, come on, we'll give you a ride.

At first, I didn't think anything of it.

It was a nice gesture on their part and actually saved me from taking public transportation.

But after the third, the fourth, the fifth time... I started to notice it.

And I wasn't the only one.

Every time it happened, Jinyoung would clench his jaw for barely a second before immediately relaxing, as if reminding himself not to react.

Every time BamBam would appear with his carefree smile, I would watch out of the corner of my eye as Jinyoung would avert his gaze, pretending that it didn't bother him at all.

Whenever Mark would make a simple nod of his head to signal me to leave, Jinyoung would clench his fists slightly, as if he was holding something back.

But he never said anything.

He never complained.

He never tried to avoid it.

And yet, that restrained annoyance was becoming more and more apparent.

Mark and BamBam began to notice it too.

Their gazes became more curious every time Jinyoung and I crossed paths.

More analytical when Jinyoung feigned indifference.

More amused when it seemed that, for a second, he was about to say something... only to stop and carry on as if nothing had happened.

And I, for one, began to wonder how much longer he could keep holding back before he finally snapped.

Finally it was Friday, and as had become customary, I waited at the entrance for my trusted drivers, they didn't usually take much longer than 10 minutes to show up.

As I waited, I could tell that I was no longer alone, but that there was a second presence beside me.

“Shall I keep you company?”

My face turned the instant I saw Jinyoung next to me, noticing how he was arranging his glasses on the bridge of his nose. A smile broke out on my face, nodding softly at his offer.

“Will you go with them again?”

I nodded once more, watching his face turn that relaxation into tension as he confirmed what it seemed he didn't want to hear.

“It's a nice gesture on them to approach me, plus I save some money that way.”

Jinyoung let out a small laugh, but it didn't sound genuine. Rather, it sounded like he was trying to downplay something he didn't particularly enjoy.

“Yeah, right... a nice gesture.”

He didn't say anything else, just looked down and gently kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe.

A small silence formed between us.

It wasn't awkward, but there was something about his posture, the way his jaw tensed and his hands remained inside his coat pockets, that made me think he was holding back from saying something else.

But before I could break the silence that had formed, the vibration of my phone interrupted us.

               Bam: Noona, sorry but we're going to be a little late.

My brow furrowed, trying to figure out what was going on with the little context that message had delivered.

A second notification came through.

               Bam: Mark is stuck in traffic and I'm having a tummy crisis.

               Bam: I didn't have to eat that much kimchi for lunch.

               Bam: Go ahead noona, don't wait for us.

I quickly answered that message to stop worrying them and put the cell phone back in its place, letting out a soft sigh.

“Looks like my attempt to save ends today.”

“And that?”

I turned and looked at the man, who was looking at me as he arranged his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Mark and Bam won't be able to take me today” I let out a small chuckle before noticing Jinyoung's face relax. “I'll start walking or I'll miss the bus.”

My feet stomped to the stop, but it seemed the echo of my footsteps weren't the only thing I heard.

“I can give you a ride if you like!”

 My footsteps paused for a moment. I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly or if my mind was playing a joke on me. I turned to him with a slight nod.

“Huh?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat, as if he himself was surprised by his own offer. He settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose and repeated more firmly.

“That I can give you a ride if you like.”

“Since when do you have a car?” A smile tugged at my lips, noticing how the man moved closer.

“Since Jackson stopped borrowing mine and decided to buy one.”

“He finally has his own car, good for him” We both shared a laugh, feeling how we were back to feeling as comfortable as before. “I was already pretty sure he was going to end up buying your car from you.”

“Thank heavens no, so I can now offer you a ride.”

Again that look.

That look that wanted to say everything but at the same time his mouth said nothing, with that gleam that illuminated his pretty eyes, and how not to forget those pink lips-.

Stop it, stop thinking about it.

My head shook, pushing away those thoughts that, once again, invaded my head again. I relaminated my lips before regaining my composure, watching Jinyoung, who seemed quite interested in my sudden action.

“So, shall we go?”

I hesitated for a second.

Would this really do me any good?

There was no answer to that but if I wanted to get over it, this was the way to do it, putting myself to the test one last time.

“Yeah, come on.”

We both shared a smile before we could walk to the car.

The drive began with a quietness that didn't feel uncomfortable. Jinyoung drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window, while I absentmindedly looked out of mine, feeling the warmth of the sunset tint the city in orange hues.

“If you want, you can play music,” he said suddenly, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Are you sure you trust my playlist?” I joked, grabbing his phone that already had the music app open.

“If it's still this chaotic, probably not.”

I let out a laugh as I started to slide through his playlists.

“Do you actually still have this playlist?” I asked, surprised to see one in particular.

“Which one?”

“The one we made together when we first started working together, with the most ridiculous songs we could find.”

Jinyoung laughed low, shaking his head.

“I didn't have the heart to erase it.”

“Oh, come on, Jinyoung. Tell the truth,” I lightly nudged his arm ‘you love listening to ABBA when you're alone in the car.’

“If you keep that comment up, I'll drop you off at the next corner.”

We both broke into laughter, feeling that distance that had appeared between us over the past few days begin to fade.

It felt right.

It felt... natural.

As the music played softly in the background, we continued to chat, picking up old jokes and creating new ones in the process, almost feeling like the distance that had been generated had brought us closer, where we were once again the same people who would scold each other for not stopping talking after a meeting.

At some point in the conversation, our best memories began to surface, feeling my stomach ache with every laugh we let out.

“It wasn't my fault!” Jinyoung protested with laughter.

“What do you mean it wasn't your fault! You left me stuck in the meeting room because you 'thought I was already gone'!”

“I did it under pressure.”

“Pressure from what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Pressure from wanting to leave quickly before I got caught in another meeting.”

I let out another laugh, gently punching his arm. I could see how the traffic light had changed to red, giving us a break from the laughter we had been sharing since we got in the car.

Jinyoung ran a hand through his hair, blurting out a sentence that chilled me to the bone.

“I missed this, I missed you.”

The sound of cars passing around us seemed to fade for a moment. My breath caught in my chest as my mind processed his words.

I missed this, I missed you.

It was not an elaborate confession, not a speech full of carefully chosen words. It was simple, sincere and, above all, unexpected.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye, watching his fingers drum softly on the steering wheel, a nervous gesture I rarely saw from him. His eyes were fixed on the red light of the traffic light, but the tension in his jaw gave away that he was waiting for an answer.

No, he was begging for an answer.

I couldn't lie to my own feelings, so I was honest with him.

“Me too” I whispered, almost without realizing it.

Jinyoung turned his face slowly toward me, as if he wasn't sure he had heard right. My gaze met his, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel the need to look away.

The traffic light changed to green, but neither of us reacted immediately. A car horn behind us broke the moment, bringing us back to reality.

Jinyoung cleared his throat slightly before tightening his grip on the steering wheel and continuing to drive.

The silence between us was no longer awkward, but charged with something else. Something that hovered in the air, making me feel more aware of his presence, of the accelerated heartbeat in my chest, of how my skin bristled every time our arms accidentally brushed.

The rest of the trip was calmer, sharing different opinions of events that had happened in the office, almost as if we were both trying to avoid the recent confession we had had.

Sooner or later we had arrived at the apartment complex. My eyes averted their gaze from the large buildings to Jinyoung, who was watching me uneasily.

“Thanks for the ride, Pepi.” A new smile broke out on my face, fixing me as he shared his with me as well.

“No problem, it's no trouble.”

“Be careful coming back, okay?”

Before I could leave, I felt my hands itch, almost needing to do something else. Hesitant to do so, I simply let my instinct decide for me.

I leaned in slightly and deposited a kiss on his cheek, barely a brush, but just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against my lips.

Jinyoung seemed to freeze, as if trying to process what had just happened. I didn't wait to see his reaction. I turned quickly and got out of the car, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.

As soon as the cool night air enveloped me, I realized something.

I wasn't going to move forward like this.

If I kept hiding behind small, contained displays of affection, half-hearted moments and unspoken words, I would never get out of this emotional tangle.

“Agh, what a fool.” I muttered to myself, keeping my pace steady down that path.

I took a breath of air, clenching my fists. I couldn't go on at this in-between point. I was determined.

As I was about to take the first step away from there, ready to stop fantasizing about something that was never going to happen, his voice reached me.

“Wait! Y/N!”

Jinyoung didn't shout often, and the fact that he did so now took me by surprise. I turned instinctively, and before I could react, he was already in front of me, breathing in agitation from catching up to me so quickly.

“Jinyoung... What are you doing, why are you here?”

“Are you still going with them?”

His question surprised me a little.

Had he run that far to ask me that?

“What? What do you mean?”

“If Mark and Bambam keep telling you to go with them, will you?”

I stared at him, sensing that his question had a second meaning. I didn't mean it because of the way he said it or the context, but because, for the first time, his eyes were watching me and telling me what they had hidden so much, what caused that special gleam in them.

“I-I, uhm, I don't know, I think-”

“You don't have to go with them. Let's go together.”

His voice sounded firm, but there was something else in his tone: a silent plea, a truth that had been holding back too long.

I stood still, feeling my chest shrink with unexpected warmth. My mouth felt dry and all the words I had thought of at that moment had vanished, feeling lost in the intense gaze Jinyoung held.

“I don't want to keep watching you walk away” He whispered, with the intensity of one who has held on to something too long. “I don't want to keep walking behind you, waiting for you to turn around. I want you to stay. With me.”

The world seemed to stop.

I don't know if it was the way he said it, with that perfect mix of sweetness and conviction, or the way his gaze held me so securely, but I felt my heart stop for a second only to then beat harder.

Jinyoung didn't speak without thinking. And if he said something like that... it was because he really meant it.

“What are you talking about, Jinyoung? W-what? What about Jia?”

As soon as I mentioned the girl's name, it seemed that suddenly his face turned into confusion.

“What does she have to do with it?”

“Please Pepi, it's obvious. She's...”

I struggled to keep my gaze on his, feeling I wasn't strong enough to tell him, to admit what was obvious.

“She's everything you want. From head to toe she's your ideal girl, Jinyoung.”

He took a step forward, eliminating any space between us. My breath hitched as he brought his hand to my face, with the softness of someone who feared he might vanish at any moment. Our gazes reconnected almost instantly, leaving my heart rate to rise again.

“It's not, of course not.”

“Please don't deny it to make me feel better, I heard you.”

My teeth caught my bottom lip, holding back the urge to cry that was starting to grow in my body as I remembered that instant.

“I heard you that time, when Jaebeom asked you what your ideal type of girl was. You described her perfectly, out of your whole list of things, Jia was the spitting image.”

A laugh escaped the boy's lips, feeling that what he had just heard was the funniest thing anyone could have said to him.

“No, it's not true.”

Before I could respond anything, feeling offended at the uncharacteristic way he had called me a liar, he continued speaking.

“She was never my type.”

Jinyoung brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, ruffling his hair a little, as if gathering all the courage he had to finally let out everything he was holding back.

“I made up that list” He finally admitted, his voice laden with a mixture of frustration and something deeper. “Not because Jia was my type... but because if I said what I really liked, Jaebeom and BamBam would have noticed instantly.”

My eyes widened even more, hearing the loud gallop of my heart in my ears. My lips parted in shock.

“Realized? Realized what?”

His eyes bore into mine, serious and vulnerable at the same time.

“That the only person who fit my true description perfectly...was you.”

The air seemed to rush out of my lungs all at once.

“Do you know how many times I was asked that? How many times I wanted to say it?” He moistened his lips and shook his head softly. “But I couldn't. I didn't want them to know before you did...before I had the courage to tell you myself.”

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“But when they asked me that time...I panicked. I wasn't ready to admit it out loud, not in front of them, not when I didn't even know what you felt. So I made up a list. One different enough that no one would suspect... but generic enough that no one would ask any more questions.”

The truth of his words fell on me like a sure blow. Everything I had taken for granted, everything I had interpreted as fact, crumbled in the face of the confession Jinyoung was regaling me with.

And worst of all... I believed it.

Because there he stood, with his heart fully exposed, with those eyes that had never been as honest as they were in that instant.

“You were never part of my list, because if I said it out loud...everyone would have known it was always you.”

After his confession, the loud sound of my heartbeat and his erratic breathing was all that could be heard at that moment.

“It was always you ever since I met you, ever since I saw you in the elevator. The one that made my heart beat so hard it made me dizzy, the one that made me want to get to work early because then I could start my day seeing you, that made me repeat lunch...” He paused a little before he could smile sincerely, looking at me once more. “The one that made me leave my car at home just so I could walk her to the stop and have a little more time to talk.”

Small tears slid down my cheeks, the way the sincerity of his words had managed to not only alter my heart, but had also broken down every barrier I had built around him.

Jinyoung raised his hand cautiously, watching my face with concern at the sudden tears that were beginning to well up.

“What, why are you crying, did I say something wrong?”

I shook my head softly, trying to hide my own sobs between giggles, feeling a weight lift off my back.

“No, Jinyoungie... It was perfect.”

There was no sign or anything specific, we just knew.

Jinyoung tilted his face slightly, and the instant our breaths intertwined, I knew there was no turning back.

Our lips met in a desired kiss that seemed like it would never happen, as if we were both tasting the sensation, making sure this wasn't a dream. But instantly, the need to be closer enveloped us like an unstoppable current.

The feel of his hands around my waist was firm, seeking not to separate me from him until he decided for himself. A shiver ran down my back as the sweet taste of his breath mingled with mine, and I found myself losing myself in the sensation, in the warmth, in the fact that after all, he had always been there.

Slowly we parted, letting our breaths mingle and our foreheads meet, resting after that whirlwind of feelings we had just unleashed.

Jinyoung smiled, that soft, shy smile that always managed to make me forget everything else.

“Ewww, get a room!”

BamBam's familiar voice made us all jump out of the way, as if we'd been caught doing something forbidden. I felt my cheeks burn as I turned my head and was met with the most embarrassing scene possible: BamBam laughing uproariously, Mark leaning against the car with a knowing half-smile, and Jaebeom with his arms crossed, nodding approvingly.

“How did they...?” I asked in the direction of Jinyoung, who looked even more embarrassed than they did as he cheered us on.

“It's about time, were they planning to keep up that tension until retirement?” Mark's striking voice was next to interrupt the silence, who was fist-bumping with Jaebeom. “You owe me 20,000, Bam.”

“God! Hyung, really, just now? You ruin the moment.”

Instinctively, we both burst into laughter, feeling the tension and embarrassment completely melt away after that moment. Our gazes met once more, and as if the whole world came down to this instant, we kissed again and again under the cover of night.

I always thought I would never be the kind of girl that men liked.

Maybe it was because of my indelicate way of saying things or my innate ability to blurt out the worst comments at the wrong time. Maybe it was also due to my height, which used to surprise many, or the bland color of my hair, which didn't stand out at all.

But that night, as I felt Jinyoung's arms around me gently, his warm breath brushing against my skin and his gaze fixed on me as if I was the only thing that existed, I understood that everything I once thought about myself was meaningless.

Because for him, I was enough.

To him, my outrageous laugh, my sharp sarcasm, and my total inability to keep quiet when something bothered me were not flaws, but part of what he loved about me.

And as his lips met mine again, I knew I didn't need to be anyone else's ideal guy.

Because I was already his.

And that was more than enough.

lots of love, alme ୨ৎ

[winter-dayz]

A Polite Haunting

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader Ghost AU Genre: Horror Words: 1435 Warnings: major character death; murder

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

You’d moved to the new town several weeks ago but had only been able to officially move into your new house a few days ago. When you’d arrived, you’d realized that your stuff had not yet arrived. Luckily, the town had a small inn that rarely saw patrons, let alone was booked to the brim. The lady that ran it was quite kind, constantly offering to lend a hand or telling you about the interesting history of the town. She’d also told you which places were worth a try and which to stay as far away from as possible.

When you’d thanked her for the hospitality and told her where you’d be living from now on, her eyes had widened slightly before she only offered a timid smile and nodded before wishing you well. You had hoped to ask about her reaction, but she’d rushed back inside and ushered you to get going.

🎃

You could not, for the life of you, find the box containing your photo albums and wall pictures. You’d checked every room—the movers had left boxes in literally every room but not necessarily the ones that made sense. The only place you hadn’t checked was the attic, but realistically, you could not imagine why they’d put anything up there. In order to get to the attic, you’d have to pull down the ceiling trap door in the back hallway and then extend the ladder.

You hadn’t even explored it during your tour of the place before buying it, insisting that the description of it from the realtor would suffice since you had no desire to climb up and down it more than necessary.

But, alas, you had important pictures to find. Darkness enveloped you, the air stale, and you fumbled around for the light switch. Light flooded both the room and your eyes. In the middle of the attic sat a lone box. Upon closer inspection, it had been opened, and when you cautiously rifled through it, the light bulb suddenly blew.

You flinched, sighed, and then grabbed the box, deciding it’d be better to sort through downstairs.

🎃

The box went untouched for several more days. By the time you’d made it back downstairs, dinner became a higher priority than your album shelf and wall decor. Slowly, you organized the books, reminiscing as you did. Eventually, the box’s content dwindled to nothing.

Or, almost nothing. As you went to break down the box, having hoped to clear up some clutter one evening, a single picture fluttered to the ground. A young man, likely around your age when taken, posed happily in the living room you currently occupied. No information scribbled on the back—no name, nor date that gave the picture any context.

Perplexed, you picked up the picture, holding it up to mimic the location it was captured. And when your hand dropped, you swore you saw a translucent outline of the same man standing where he was in the picture. But you blinked, and he was gone.

Assuming that you had imagined it, you chose to ignore the fact he did not have the same sunny disposition he did in the photo. Instead, you set the picture down on the coffee table and returned to your task of cleaning.

🎃

Your house was finally coming along nicely. All your little trinkets and treasures were in their proper places. Earlier in the morning, you’d finally gotten around to changing the attic lightbulb. An unsettling sensation of eyes following your every move settled into your bones and raised goosebumps along the skin of your arms.

Then, as you nestled the trap door into place after climbing down, your eyes settled on the picture taped to the center.

The young man smiled down at you from his place in his your living room. The longer you stared at it, the more it appeared as though his smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. But, again, in a blink it was just as before. You began questioning the sanctity of your own mind.

Taking the picture down, you placed it upon your coffee table once again, this time with a small frown on your lips.

🎃

Two weeks later, you were still no less disturbed. The picture had moved locations a couple more times, and the light bulbs in your bathroom, bedroom, and living room had all blown out. You contemplated calling an electrician, but the actual lights still worked once the bulbs were replaced.

At your wits end, you resolved to speak with the woman at the inn again to see if she knew anything about what had been going on. She was reluctant at first, but apparently, she took pity on the distress in your eyes.

The residence was once inhabited by the young man in the photo. He was very shy but friendly with a warmth and dependability that drew people in. He often hung around six other young men, and they were a very lively bunch when together.

Unfortunately, on September 4th, 1993, his home was ransacked. When he returned home in the late hours of night, a harsh reality greeted him in the form of splintered wood. His door had been obviously kicked in, and he immediately went to ask a neighbor to accompany him while he inspected the damage.

When they entered the home, there was not an item that hadn’t been untouched, broken, or stolen. He bravely pressed further into the wreckage—his neighbor elected to wait by the front door.

The neighbor heard pounds and bangs, followed by a gut-wrenching sob, that ushered them to rush inside. When they did, they stumbled upon a crumpled body. He was riddled with cuts, as if he’d been trying to dodge and fight back, but the slash and deep gutting in his stomach left him coughing and gurgling on the hallway floor.

The neighbor backed away, hurrying to call emergency services, but the police were unable to catch the criminal and the young man was pronounced dead upon arrival to the hospital.

The innkeep revealed more information beyond the man’s story. Supposedly, the house was haunted. Families that attempted to move in would endure a few weeks of basic haunting—items moved, lights broken, ominous sounds, occasional ghost sightings. If they lasted longer than that, then more physical manifestations arose. Some reported waking up to a shadow looming above them at night. Others claimed feeling sharp stabbing pains in their stomachs while walking through the home.

🎃

When you returned home, several of your things had been strewn about, particularly in the living room, kitchen, and hallway. It looked as if your stuff had been rifled through and thrown around, but as you cleaned up, you noticed that nothing appeared broken.

You looked more closely, and it became obvious that some items had been very noticeably placed. Plates were sitting on the ground to have the appearance of being thrown but had no chips. Photos were spilled from their albums and scattered across the floor but none were bent or scratched—and all were face up to not damage the print. Even art had been knocked to the ground or tilted in the hallway wall but no tears were in the canvas or shatters in the frames.

The mess had been created with care, by someone clearly trying not to actually destroy anything, but perhaps trying to scare you off.

Instead, you sat in the middle of your couch and crossed your legs with an exasperated huff.

“Mark? Did you make this mess?” You called out to the silence. A burning sensation greeted the back of your head. Slowly you turned your head to face the feeling. But your eyes met only with the closed door of your kitchen.

Feeling stupid, you turned back around and came face to face with the figure from the picture.

His eyes were hollow of emotion, though, and his smile was unnaturally wide. A cheshire grin to match the broken tilt of his head.

Frozen in your seat, you slowly released a breath, and the air disrupted the figure before you as he dissipated in front of your eyes.

The reality of your situation settled in. You had no money or means to leave, and Mark was obviously bound to the house. He was clearly hoping to scare you from his home, but at least he was sort of polite about it. Unfortunately, for both of you, you would not be run off so easily.

“We’re going to have to get to know each other, Mark.” You huffed again, resolutely, “I’m here for the long haul.”

[fandomnovella-blog]

Your Crush: Park Jinyoung

“So… Y/N, truth or dare”

You and some of your friends were having a sleepover! It was fun! And everyone was in a comfy mess of giggles and pillows you hesitated, telling the truth seemed easier but at what cost? A dare…well, the possibilities were kinda endless,

“Truth!” You said confidently,

Your friend thought carefully,

“Ok so, who do you think is the most attractive person in school and why?”

You blushed furiously, you hadn’t told this to anyone and was seriously debating lying but, rules are rules

“Ummm if I had to pick…I’d say…Jinyoung?” You blushed again burying your face in your hands! Your friends all gasped and grinned and immediately asked you what you liked about him,

“Ummmm well, I think he’s really sweet!” You said quietly

“He doesn’t really talk much though!” One of your friends said

“I know but when he does he knows what he wants to say! And he doesn’t joke as much as the other people in school, I think he’s quite a gentle genuine soul, it’s nice being around him. He’s so handsome and he has a beautiful voice! ” There was no shame in liking him and you were sure that your friends would keep it to themselves right?

You found out soon that this was as much of a fantasy as a fairy story.

A few days later you were walking down the school hall and you saw one of your friends talking to…oh no…JINYOUNG!!! You tried for the rest of the day to not

think about it, but that was like trying not to imagine purple elephant with blue spots, your mind was hyper-focused on what your friend had said to Jinyoung that day. Everywhere you turned, you seemed to bump into him, and he always seemed to be around the corner . At lunch, you ran into the bathroom, into a stall and breathed heavily into your hands, trying to calm yourself down, does she like him too? Does he like her? DID SHE TELL HIM ABOUT HER CRUSH?! You shook your head furiously! No…no! You were being silly, why worry about it! You can’t take it back now so whatever happens will happen right? You couldn’t control it and if he asked you about it…you swallowed hard, you’d be honest! There wasn’t much else you could do! Straightening up, you walked slowly into your next class.

“We’ll be pairing you up for a small in-class assignment today” said the art teacher, you need to work together to create the picture using clay!” She began handing out the terracotta coloured cubes to the class, and allocating pairs “Luke, pair up with Laila over there! Jessy go sit next to Carmen!” At this point you had shut your eyes tightly and had every finger crossed; praying to every deity that you knew “Please don’t sit him next to me please!!” You heard the scrape of a stool next to you and gulped hard. There was silence next to you, slowly, you opened your eyes and turned… there sat next to you holding the cube of clay in one hand and a second apron in the other, was none other than Park Jinyoung.

“Hey…um…are you ok?”

“Yeah” you squeaked in a tiny voice once you remembered how to breathe

“You sure? You had your eyes shut really tight! Are you in pain?”

“No no not at all!” You shook your head quickly trying to act nonchalant

“Ok..so…shall we get started?”

He placed the clay down along with some carving tools and you both set to work. In silence. I mean what could you say to each other?! This was so embarrassing! Until…

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you about-“

but he never got he chance to finish what he was saying! The pressure of the whole day was weighing on you, and you were desperate to say something! And so it all slipped out!

“Yeah I said I liked you! It’s true! I do I really like you! But I wasn’t planning on telling you like this! But then maybe I wasn’t gonna tell you at all it’s just I know you heard stuff and so I might as well come out and say it right? And I’d rather you hear it from me because I do like you! It’s not a big deal! I shouldn’t be ashamed of that right?” You finished, panting and blowing like you had run the marathon everything in your mind just couldn’t hold it in anymore but the relief of the confession was short lived. The mounting embarrassment only grew as you realised you had just blurted out a confession! You just babbled in front of Jinyoung about how you liked him!

“Um, that wasn’t what I was going to say,” said Jinyoung a little flabbergasted “I was going to say I wanted to talk to you about the history homework but this must have been on your mind!”

Your whole body stiffened and a huge tsunami of shame washed over you. Once again you put your head in your hands. You just wished the ground would swallow you up! Until you heard a chuckle coming from next to you! Was he laughing? There was nothing to laugh about in your mind! But then, you heard a soft voice by your ear

“ You’re cute when you blush! Did you know that? It’s ok I like you too!”

[markie-baby]

Finally a feast from the chef himself 😩🙌🏾❤️‍🔥

MARK TUAN in Saint Laurent for MANIFESTO Magazine (2023)

[yoonia]

lost boys: threadbare hearts — masterlist

— subtitle | Odes for The Brokenhearted

— premise | A collection of short stories about seven boys who are unfortunate in love, and how they walk down the path of redemption in search of healing, finding new meanings in life and love. 

— series ratings & full warnings | +18 / M for Mature; stories included in this series will involve multiple explicit scenes, with graphic depiction of mature scenes, alcohol consumption, stories mentioning or depicting infidelity and past trauma, mentions of failed relationships; more appropriate warnings will be added in each story once they are released. 

— note: stories may not be posted in chronological order. all fics written by @yoonia

— title: Love Is Banned | pairings: Jaebum/Jay B (GOT7) x female reader | genre: pwp (porn with very little plot), post break-up!au, brother’s best friend!au 

— summary | Heartbroken beyond repair, you escape to your brother’s place hours away from home, desperate to avoid the Valentine’s Day soiree happening around you—only to find yourself trapped in the middle of his love-filled house party. Seeking solitude, you are surprised to find the perfect source of comfort from the last person you had ever expected to meet tonight.

— read here | teaser

— title: If You Let Me | pairings: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x female reader | genre: single parent!Mark, exes to lovers!au, brother’s best friend!au

— summary | Years have passed, and you thought you had moved on. But when he returns with a child, everything you worked so hard to bury resurfaces. Avoiding him was the plan, but that becomes impossible when he makes you an offer you can’t refuse. And as if resisting him wasn’t hard enough, his son quickly wins you over with his charm and innocence. And the boy also seems to be determined to piece his father’s broken heart back together… through you. 

— read here | teaser

— title: We Go Down Together | pairings: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x female reader | genre: pwp (porn with very little plot), friends with benefits!au

— summary | You've shared moments of pleasure—both pure and carnal—always perfectly in sync, even if those moments never last long enough. You've told yourself this is enough, that all you want is a night in his arms, not a place in his heart. But what if he wants more? What if, between the fleeting nights and the spaces between your busy lives, he’s longing for something deeper than just desire? 

— read here | teaser

— title: The Perfect Mistake | pairings: Jinyoung (GOT7) x female reader | genre: best friend’s brother!au, forbidden love!au, rom-com

— summary | One-night stands are nothing new to you—avoiding messy relationships has always been your way of steering clear of trouble. But waking up next to your best friend’s older brother after a drunken night? That’s a complication you never saw coming. One that might be even harder to escape.  

— read here | teaser

— title: You Are | pairings: Youngjae (GOT7) x female reader | genre: best friends to lovers!au, unrequited first love!au, mutual pining

— summary | Youngjae has long given up on love—or at least the hope of having his feelings returned. Being your best friend is enough, even if it means hiding the gaping void in his heart shaped by your presence. But he isn’t the only one keeping secrets. And when the truth finally comes to light, he may have to face the possibility that his dream of being yours was never meant to be.  

— read here | teaser

— title: Crash Into Me | pairings: Bambam (GOT7) x female reader | genre: strangers to lovers!au, runaway bride, rom-com

— summary | Spending his free weekend at his estranged cousin’s wedding was the last thing Bambam wanted to do. He had no real expectations coming to the ceremony—aside from enduring nosy relatives and enjoying a few drinks. But he certainly didn’t expect to be accused of kidnapping the bride while trying to slip away from the disaster that the ceremony had become. 

— read here | teaser

— title: The Way We Lie | pairings: Yugyeom (GOT7) x female reader | genre: roommates to lovers!au, fake dating!au, rom-com

— summary | Moving to a new city feels like a fresh start—especially when you stumble upon an online ad that turns out to be a total jackpot. A spacious yet affordable two-bedroom apartment, a charming roommate who's both a goofball and a great cook—what more could you ask for? But things take a turn when a stalker ex-girlfriend and your conservative parents come into the picture, leaving you with only one way out; a little white lie that blurs the line between pretend and reality.

— read here | teaser

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— masterlist | wip | divider credit | ko-fi | patreon

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[smileysuh]

Smiley Suh's Numbered Fic Collection con't

the main masterlist has too many links so this is the elongated version, these are my earliest fics :)

NCT directory

SVT directory

2020 [wc] 152.9

#27: switch pt 4 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 12.9k [18+] smut; 4some, breeding, jealousy, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#26: ex : haechan - bonus ›[wc] 5.1k [18+] smut; exhibitionism, oral,etc. ›[au] non idol & ex’s to lovers

#25: 8th grade : yunho & mingi ›[wc] 8.9k [18+] smut; 3some, oral, thigh riding, etc. ›[au] uni & friends to lovers & poly

#24: night out : gyu & wonwoo & vernon ›[wc] 4.3k [18+] smut; 3some, oral, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] idol 

#23: winner : mingyu ›[wc] 1.7k [18+] smut; oral, size kink, praise,etc. ›[au] idol

#22: Switch pt 3 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 4.1k [18+] smut; 4some, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#21: New : doyoung & taeyong ›[wc] 12.5k [18+] smut; 3some, bdsm, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] ceo & poly [series] ceo

#20: break - haechan ›[wc] 8.5k [18+] smut; degradation, oral, etc. ›[au] demon

#19: Switch pt 2 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 5.6k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#18: TheJinyoung : got7 jinyoung ›[wc] 4.7k [18+] smut; bdsm, toys, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#17: Lucas99 & Hendery99 : lucas & hendery ›[wc] 3.6k [18+] smut; 3some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#16: Switch pt 1 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 6.4k [18+] smut; 4some, bdsm, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#15: Beommie : got7 jaebum ›[wc] 3.7k [18+] smut; anal, squirting, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#14: PubGMarkT : got7 mark tuan ›[wc] 2.6k [18+] smut; video game sex, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#13: NiceGuyJohnny : nct johnny ›[wc] 2.9k [18+] smut; oral, fingering, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#12: the dragon : lucas ›[wc] 6k [18+] smut; car sex, exhibitionism, etc. ›[au] boxer

#11: whist pt 2 : Taeyong & Lucas ›[wc] 2.7k [18+] smut; 3some, spit roasting, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly [part 1] here

#10: hyungs : hwajoong & san ›[wc] 4.7k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] tattooist & poly

#9: fallen : lucas ›[wc] 6k [18+] smut; fingering, praise, oral, etc. ›[au] angel

#8: invidious : Johnny & Jaehyun ›[wc] 4.1k [18+] smut; 3some, spitroasting, oral, etc. ›[au] friends with benefits & idol

#7: a lil flipper : mark tuan ›[wc] 3k [18+] smut; impreg kink, fingering, etc. ›[au] idol & breeding

#6: whist pt 1 : taeyong & lucas ›[wc] 4.5k [18+] smut; 3some, overstim, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly [part 2] here

#5: mine : hongjoong & seonghwa  ›[wc] 3.4k [18+] smut; 3some, oral, impreg kink, etc. ›[au] idol & friends with benefits

#4: open season 2 : jaebum & jinyoung & jackson & mark ›[wc] 8.2k [18+] smut; 5some, orgy, anal, etc. ›[au] non idol & poly

#3: open season 1 : jinyoung & jackson & mark ›[wc] 5.3k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, oral, etc. ›[au] non idol & poly

2019 [wc] 12.2k

#2: four days : namjoon & suga ›[wc] 4.8k [18+] smut; 3some, d.p, anal, etc. ›[au] uni & poly

#1: nefarious : taehyung & j.k ›[wc] 7.4k [18+] smut; 3some, d.p, anal, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly 

Find the rest of my masterlist here

[markliving]

MASTERLIST

That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My ask is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.

All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.

masterpost | who do i write |

GOT7

mark tuan

one-shot

let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |

your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |

destination cafe - mark tuan x f!reader, fluff, alternative universe

series

til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin

im jaebeom (jay b)

one-shot

ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer

jackson wang

one-shot

my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |

there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words

park jinyoung

one-shot

lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |

BTS

min yoongi

one-shot

better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer

unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |

Stremers/Youtubers

Foolish

One-shot

not always enemies | part 2 - percy jackson!au | son of aphrodite!foolish x son of athena!reader | hurt/confort, enemies to lovers, fluff

Harry Potter (marauders era)

sirius black

one-shot

five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words

behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |

Top Gun: Maverick

jake seresin

one-shot

meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |

Football

son heung-min

one-shot

strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |

Marvel

bucky barnes

one-shot

after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending

DC

jason tood

one-shot

a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words

beyond the mask - jason tood x f!reader, a little of romance, angst

One Piece

portgas d. ace

one-shot

special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |

roronoa zoro

one-shot

reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |

Jujutsu Kaisen

gojo satoru

one-shot

miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words

assignation - duke!gojo satoru x f!reader, bridgerton!au, fluff | 1268 words

turn over - [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] bestfriend brother!gojo satoru x f!geto!reader, platonic!geto suguru x platonic!reader, angst, drama, happy ending | ongoing

Nanami Kento

one-shot

by your side - nanami kento x reader, fluff, confort | 1057 words

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

~🐰♡

[kathaelipwse]

Oops... Did I Just Confess? | GOT7

Theme: An accident confession {Texts & Tweets}

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff, on crack, unserious, funny, gn!reader, Non-Idol!GOT7

Word Count: 0.7k

☀️ Mark – "The Late-Night Oops"

↳ Text Messages

[You]: Ugh, Mark, I think I have a crush on someone 😩

[Mark]: Yeah, but they’re not me.

[You]: … HUH???

[Mark]: WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT

[Mark]: PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT

[You]: Too late. You got some explaining to do, mister 👀

[Mark]: … I hate myself.

☀️ Jaebum – "Drunk and in Love"

↳ Text Messages [The next morning after the drunk confession]

[You]: Good morning, sleepyhead

[Jaebum]: Morning.

[You]: Do you remember what you said last night?

[Jaebum]: No… why?

[You]: You said "Love you" before knocking out.

[Jaebum]: …

[Jaebum]: Lemme just… erase myself from the planet real quick.

[You]: Sooo, was that an accident or should I say "I love you too"?

[Jaebum]: … I’m never speaking again.

☀️ Jackson – "Dramatic and Down Bad"

↳ Tweet on the friends group community

@ JacksonWang852: Y’all ever accidentally confess your love in the middle of a joke and then wanna delete yourself from existence??? Asking for a friend.

~ Replies: → @ You: OH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK FOR ADVICE? → @ BamBam1A: Bro you did this to yourself lmaooo → @ Jinyoung: This is why you think before you speak. → @ You: Anyways, you love me, huh? 👀

@ JacksonWang852: NO ONE TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.

☀️ Jinyoung – "He Really Thought He Was Subtle"

↳ Text Message

[You]: Did you really just say "I like you" in the middle of roasting me???

[Jinyoung]: … I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

[You]: Sir. I am SCREAMING.

[Jinyoung]: Can you scream elsewhere. This is embarrassing.

[You]: Nah, I’m framing this convo. You like meeee 😌

[Jinyoung]: I regret everything.

☀️ Youngjae – "The Text That Changed Everything"

↳ Text Message

[Youngjae] → (accidentally sends "I love you" to you instead of his mom)

[You]: …Wait what.

[Youngjae]: HOLY SH— I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT TO YOU 😭😭😭

[You]: LMAOOO SO WHO WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY IT TO HUH???

[Youngjae]: MY MOM!! OMG STOP BULLYING ME!!

[You]: Soo… you don’t love me?

[Youngjae]: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I DO. I MEAN. I DIDN’T WANNA SAY IT LIKE THIS BUT YES. I DO.

☀️ BamBam – “The Dare That Backfired”

↳ Tweet

@ BamBam1A: Dating is so easy. Y’all just scared. 😌

~ Replies: → @ You: OH? If it’s so easy, then date me. → @ BamBam1A: LMAO bet. 🤣

5 minutes later…

@ BamBam1A: WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD ON—

→ @ You: Nah, you said bet. We’re dating now, babe. ❤️😘 → @ MarkTuan: This is the dumbest way to start a relationship. I support it. → @ Jinyoung: This is embarrassing. → @ BamBam1A: So y/n you like me? Wow okay. → @ You: Why? Do you not? It would be a lie if you say no, honey. All know how you look at me. → @ BamBam1A: Fine, I love you Mrs. Bhuwakul. → @ JacksonWang852: Y’ALL ARE DATING NOW??? LMAO I’M SCREAMING

☀️ Yugyeom – "He Thought You Knew"

↳ Text Message

[You]: I just wish someone would like me already. Date's are exhausting!!

[Yugyeom]: What do you mean? I’ve liked you forever.

[You]: …EXCUSE ME???

[Yugyeom]: Wait.

[Yugyeom]: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.

[You]: SIR, HOW WOULD I HAVE KNOWN??

[Yugyeom]: IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS??? OMG THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

[You]: NO NO COME BACK, LET’S DISCUSS YOUR LOVE FOR ME.

[spacequokka]

Dye with Me

Enter a world where kings and princes find themselves unable to live without you, whether by choice or by force.

♔ Boxed Chocolates [F/A] - 0.8k - Prince Mark brings you those chocolates you like.

♔ This Dance [F] - 0.4k - King Jaebeom finally gets his dance.

♔ On Guard [A] - 0.9k - King Jackson wants to spar with his personal guard and childhood friend.

♔ Stars Collide [A] - 1.3k - King Jinyoung won't let you go so easily.

♔ Dancing with the Moon [F] - 0.6k - You share a dance under the full moon with Prince Youngjae.

♔ Nobody But You [H/T] - 1.8k - You learn your contract to kill King BamBam isn't exclusive, and being the petty merc you are, you make sure no one else gets the money either.

♔ Love You First [F] - 1.6k - Who wants to marry a man they've never met? Prince Yugyeom hopes to convince you he's worth it.

Completed 1.19.25

[dibidibidismynameisleeknow]

2024 Wrapped

Thanks to @spacequokka for tagging me in this! This has definitely been the biggest year yet for me on this site. I've met some really cool people and the discord group chat has been super supportive as well. I never expected anything to take off, but all of the nice comments, asks, and reblogs are all really motivating. On a personal note, if not for this blog, Seventeen, and Yuta I wouldn't have the people in my life that I do.

2024 Fic Stats

Number of works posted: 5

Number of fics in progress: 4 at least

Total Words Written: 31,125

Top 5 Posts

12 Days of Mingyu - Mingyu x Reader (204 notes) - Christmas themed fluffy drabbles

Friendsgiving - Mingyu x Reader (94 notes) - Thanksgiving themed fluffy oneshot

The First Snow - Doyoung x Reader (13 notes) - Christmas themed fake dating

Here (In Your Arms) - Yuta x Reader (7 notes) - Angst. Major character death

Without You I'm so Lonely - Minghao x Reader (6 notes) - New Year's themed angst

Most Recent Fic

Without You I'm so Lonely - Minghao x Reader

2210 words

Posted December 29th 2024

I'm thinking about continuing this one but I'm not sure about that yet.

Longest Fics

Oneshot: Here (In Your Arms) - 7896 words

Series: 12 Days of Mingyu - 10,536 words

My Favourite Fic I Wrote

I'd have to say Friendsgiving. It happened so effortlessly and it took off like I couldn't imagine. I've received so many nice words from people about it and that has been very inspiring. If I hadn't wrote it, then 12 days of Mingyu wouldn't have happened and that was probably the most challenging thing I've done. I am very grateful for that.

Goals for 2025

I want to try writing smut; I have a Yuta and Mark (Tuan) one on the go, and I really want to finish the Wonwoo one that has been collecting dust in my Google docs. I also have a fic for Seungcheol and one for Seokmin in my Google docs as well. I really want to write up the one for Seungcheol, but I have to switch some ideas around with the Seokmin fic for that. I also want to continue Minghao's story, and give a backstory for my Mingyu work.

My Favourite Fics I Read

In no specific order (because only picking a few fics literally broke me)

A Very Patient Man by @shina913 (Jihoon x Reader)

This one was just so effortlessly funny, it was smutty but also like really natural in the characters' chemistry

To Love Easily by @minghaoyoudoin (Minghao x Reader)

This was probably the first Minghao fic I read before I spiraled into becoming a carat so I will cherish that.

Take My Hands (We Can Fall Together) by @the-boy-meets-evil (Lee Chan x Reader)

I read this fic while I was terribly sick and it warmed my heart (plus it's a series and the first Dino fic I read)

Out of the Woods by @sluttywoozi (Yunho x Reader)

This fic altered my brain chemistry so hard it made me Yunho biased, and I haven't gone back since.

Cream of the Crop by @jiminscaramel (Changkyun x Reader)

It's because of stories like this one that I made my second blog to reblog fics and a fic rec list, I really enjoy it and I thought I lost it forever.

City Lights by @hannieween (Joshua Hong x Reader)

I don't know how V does it, but this is a great series and she has made her whole own universe.

Closer by @hannieehaee (Wonwoo x Reader)

The chemistry, the dialogue. I loved Wonwoo in this fic so much.

Tagged: I'm honestly not sure who has done it or not. If you have, I apologize. There's no pressure to reply or do the wrapped if you've been tagged in this post at all.

@pasteidolons @beomcoups-main @neoneun-au @thepixelelf @suhnandmoon

Shoutout to my little motivators @leejenoenthusiast for the photos of Doyoung and @yoshit-he-dinosaur for their support as well!

I reblog everything at @dibidibifanfics so if you want some good recs check there and here

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

[everyonewooeverywhere]

Request Guidlines

REQUESTS ARE OPEN but...

...if you are looking to make a request, pretty please read this first.

First and most importantly, I have the right to decline a request. It may seem harsh, but I want to set the expectation early. Since this is my blog, I have the right to decline to write something whether it be because I don’t feel comfortable writing or because I don’t feel motivated to do so. If I decline/don’t take a request, I promise it’s nothing personal! It’s just a matter of preference. I know there are plenty of other writers here who are more than ok with taking your requests even if I choose not to :)

I will always let you know if I've decided to decline your request, so if you see that your request is taking a while to receive a response, that is just me taking forever to write it 💀

What I won’t write:

Characters under the age of 18 (this includes high school au’s/aged down characters) -- list of who I'll write for is listed below

Non-con (includes cnc and dubcon)

Assault or abuse in any physical form

Incest (includes stepcest)

(this list may expand)

Who I write for:

DISCLAIMER: when I say most comfortable with, I just mean that’s who I feel I can write the best (in some cases my bias isn't even listed there so it's certainly not favoritsm). If I say “ALL MEMBERS” I am open to writing all members, so feel free to request any members if I say "ALL MEMBERS."

SEVENTEEN (ALL MEMBERS)

most comfortable with: wonwoo, mingyu, seungcheol, soonyoung and jeonghan 

ATEEZ (ALL MEMBERS)

BTS (ALL MEMBERS)

most comfortable with: jungkook and jimin

MONSTA X (ALL MEMBERS)

most comfortable with: changkyun & hyunwoo

ENHYPEN (HYUNG LINE)

most comfortable with: heesung

TXT (ALL MEMBERS)

most comfortable with: soobin & yeonjun

Mark Tuan

Cha Eunwoo

thank you for taking the time to read this! i look forward to seeing your requests :)