#marksdaydreams.shortform

[marksdaydreams]

[8:10pm]

Mark came into your study with your drink in hand. He was off for a few days and he would be staying for a bit — but it was a critical time at work and you were required to be available.

“You good, baby?” he asked, patting your head.

You turned towards him and nodded. You missed him, and you hated that you were working at a time he was here.

Mark smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. He set the mug down but didn't leave, hanging around your chair, watching you take your meeting.

“You look so cool,” he mumbled, rubbing his neck. “All professional and stuff. You look very cool. And very awesome.”

You stared at him, completely amused by this. Mark had such an interesting job that he absolutely loved, and he was finding what you did cool?

“You think so?” you asked, chuckling and pulling Mark towards you.

“I've never seen you work before,” he said sheepishly. “You're so smart, and you handle things so well. I bet your colleagues love working with you.”

“Spoken like a guy that's never spent a day in corporate,” you grinned, making Mark roll his eyes.

“Just when I was complimenting you —”

“I don't know about loving colleagues, but I do have an arch-enemy in HR — do you think you could fight Janet for me? I just know she's the one who voted for the coffee machine to be moved to the ground floor, and I don't think I can find it in my heart to forgive her,” you teased.

Mark made a show of bowing elaborately.

“Your wish is my command.”

[marksdaydreams]

[11:36 pm]

The room was soaked in a deep moonlight blue.

There was no sound save for the ticking of the clock, which steadily shifted towards midnight.

Mark was asleep when you came in, wrapped up in the comforters. His hair fell softly over his forehead — a shock of black against the white of the pillows.

Mine, you thought. Mine, mine, mine.

Mark stirred as you walked over to him, and reached out to push his hair out of his face. He leaned into your touch, sighing when you left a kiss on his forehead. There was nothing else and yet you felt like you couldn't breathe. He fell back asleep. You walked over to your side of the bed, making yourself comfortable under the sheets that all smelled like him. Mark turned over and wrapped his arms around you, all warmth and long legs. You could think of nothing but him.

All yours, you thought. Yours, yours, yours.

[marksdaydreams]

welcome to my daydreams. this blog is dedicated solely for Mark, and everything i dream up here is entirely the love and pride i have for him.

please stay a while, i insist, and indulge in your love for NCT's wonderful Mark Lee.

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disclaimers: i do not write smut, but there is and will be suggestive content on my blog. while i cannot monitor everyone who views my content, i primarily cater to an 18+ audience. i do not encourage minors interacting with my content. please be mindful of the fact that while i love mark as an idol, these have nothing to do at all with who he is as a person and they reflect my personal opinions, not that of the artist.

[marksdaydreams]

[8:30am];

Mark watched the clock as you lay asleep next to him, tangled in the sheets. He knew he was going to have to wake you up for class soon, but the thought lingered only absently in his head; you were so warm next to him, your hands in his even in your sleep.

He drew a little heart on your fingers, smiling to himself. There was so much he couldn't ask of his job — but he made the decision to keep you, and if that meant being more cautious than he was, more hours in the practice room, more scolding and warnings and excuses — he was okay with all of it, as long as he was able feel your sweet warmth so close to him. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Your deep, sleepy voice shook him out of his thoughts. 

“You,” he said softly, smiling down at you. 

“Good things?” you mumble against his chest. 

Mark scoffed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“As if.” 

[marksdaydreams]

[1:14am]

"are you sad?" mark asked, tilting his head and looking at you with his big doe eyes.

"no, mark lee," you said, dragging his name out, chuckling. "it's your job. i know you have to leave."

"but are you sad about it," he asked, pouting.

you giggled at the look on his face, reaching over and running your thumb on his cheek as he pouted adorably.

"i am," you said, a small smile still on your lips, "i'm sad every single day you're not with me and i'm sad every single night you're not next to me."

"i won't go then," said mark dejectedly, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chest, looking so innocent in his promise that you felt your heart pound. "i can stay here, with you. just say the word. i'll choose you. i love you too much to lose you to my insane schedule, please."

"but that won't be you, will it?" you said. "you're your job and your dumb personality and your pretty eyes and your wonderful laughter and i won't take that away from you."

you reached forward and brushed the hair from his forehead.

"i'm in love with you. the you that leaves at 2am to go for a shoot, the you that goes out to treat your staff, the you that practices day and night for your albums and doesn't come home, the you that sits across me at our dining table and tells me every single thing that happened at your fansigns, the you that won't stop blowing up my phone with pictures of your members — i know that's what makes you. i'm not asking you to choose, mark. i never will. it's never going to be me or your job. it's always going to be us against everything else."

[marksdaydreams]

Hi 💖 I love your blog so so so much im literally obsessed with it, do you think you could write something for my barista!mark fantasy pls

Mark who knows the exact time you come to the café;

Mark who knows your morning coffee fix and your after-class detox tea; 

Mark who wishes desperately that you would smile at him every day forever, because he really is so weak for you;

Mark who doodles your name on the side of a forgotten receipt and whispers it to himself softly, wondering if he could actually bring himself to say it without stuttering someday;

Mark who waves off Renjun and Chenle’s knowing glances when you enter, trying really hard not to poke a spoon into Jaemin’s side when he makes up a wild excuse to leave the counter;

Mark who has to go to the back to calm his wildly beating heart and his Cheshire-cat grin after he takes your order and his hand brushes against yours;

Mark who wishes he had the devilish courage to just ask, to just say that you were the single most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on as you sat in the corner, eyes on him, smiling like you already knew what he was thinking. 

[marksdaydreams]

I just want to imagine what making dinner for Mark would be like~🌸

You can almost hear his excited voice and appreciative laughter as you toss the pan; for you and Mark, finding the time to do something as simple as eating dinner together was a big thing, and so it was always an occasion to celebrate; your humming fills the kitchen and so does the aroma of your best dishes in the evening light; you know whatever you make he will like, you know whatever you do he will love, and it's never hard to impress him — and still, when he comes home and excitedly waddles over to the kitchen to taste everything, you smile the brightest you ever have.

[marksdaydreams]

[8:21pm]

mark's smile was contagious.

"are you sure you want to do this?" you asked, smiling at your boyfriend, who was holding up the black nailpaint in his hands.

"i saw I.M. hyung from monsta x wear it at the music awards last week! he was so cool, he was really cool —"

"okay, okay," you laughed, ruffling mark's hair and motioning for him to sit down. "i'll do it for you."

"can you do all the fingers?" he asked as you sat down across him, taking the little black bottle from him and shaking it.

"anything you want, your highness," you bowed, making mark roll his eyes.

you giggled in response, and held his hand down on the table.

he watched as you slowly painted his nails, your lower lip caught between your teeth in concentration. Both you and mark hated silence, so your favourite Frank Sinatra record played from your bedroom, drowning the moment in a sweet, rose-tinted hue.

"there you go," you said triumphantly, looking up at mark, who was already staring at you.

"so pretty," he said, not taking his eyes off of you, grinning.

"so, so, so pretty," he leaned over and pressed a little kiss to your lips, smiling brightly.

[marksdaydreams]

[10:22pm]

mark’s fingers toyed with the edges of your maroon thong, teasing, sweet, humming along to Zayn’s Entertainer playing in the background. the neon lights at the head of your bed drenched everything in a deep purple shade, spilling over the rise and fall of mark’s sweatpants.

“hey,” he said quietly, his words almost swallowed up in the soft lust and cryptic innocence. “i — i know we said this wasn’t exclusive, but i got something for you.”

you turned to look at his face, a frown on yours, but you let him continue.

he sat up on the bed and reached for his bag, and rummaged around in it till he found what he was looking for. you sat up as well, still looking at him in a sort of amused confusion.

“here,” he said, opening the box. “i thought — i thought it would look pretty on you.”

he pulled out a little delicate gold chain with the word amor clasped in the centre, studded with the prettiest diamonds and reached over to lay it across the soft skin of your neck.

“mark, i —”

“do you like it?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a while. 

you smiled a little at the boy in front of you. he looked so breathlessly innocent right now — his doe eyes wide open in question, his bottom lip between his teeth — it was impossible to say no to him, whatever it was. 

“I do, mark lee,” you smiled, running your fingers against the cool metal on your neck. “it reminds me of you.”

mark let out a little chuckle and ran his hands through his hair. he pulled you against his bare chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“because i’m so pretty?” he asked.

you laughed, reaching over to pat his cheek. 

“absolutely,” you said, letting him press a soft kiss to your neck.

[marksdaydreams]

could you write a soft mark-comes-home? he really does seem like the type to come back with little gifts and happy smiles and so many kisses —

mark stands at your door on his tiptoes, so excited he can barely keep it in;

his hands clammy around his Louis Vuitton bag full of everything he bought for you from every city he went to;

your little excited gasp and the smell of your hair that he missed so bad;

his lips finding yours so fast, so easily, so smoothly even after all this time;

his wide smile seeping into his kisses before hugging you so hard you can barely breathe;

“oh, i found more of your favourite kind of hair tie in Miami so I got you like ten of them in my favourite colors!”

[marksdaydreams]

[2:21pm]

"were you — were you ever going to tell me?" you asked quietly, the room dead silent.

"n-no," mark stuttered. his cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, the tears finding its way down his cheeks before he had a chance to control them. "i saw you with him today. i couldn't help it. i need you. I need you to be with me, not him. please. i wasn't going to tell you but i couldn't keep it in."

you stared at him, devoid of any emotion.

"say something, please," mark begged, "say anything. i can take it, just say something."

you scoffed.

"what do you want me to say, mark? that i love you back? is that what you want me to say?"

mark shook his head, looking away and wiping his tears.

"i love you, i love you so, so much —"

"please be quiet," you pleaded. "don't humiliate yourself like this."

mark grabbed your hands, sinking to his knees.

"please don't leave me like this," he cried. "i'll love you more than he can. i'll give you everything you want and more. please — call off the wedding. let's run away, just me and you. you wanted that, right? ten years ago, you wanted that, right? just me and you?"

"i waited for you, mark," you said, your smile growing weak as you tried to hold it together. "every single day for ten years i waited for you while you did nothing but push me aside and reject me. i let you hurt me because i was that blind in my love for you. every day i hoped you'd at least turn in my direction, but you didn't."

mark's quiet sobbing was all you heard as you turned away from him, your voice resolute.

"today, out of all the days you could confess to me, i wish — ah, i really wish you did this at a better time than when i'm marrying johnny, mark."

[marksdaydreams]

if you can, ik this sounds weird, but can you make a bl uni imagine?

nothing is weird on this side — let your daydreams be safe with me;

mark looking everywhere but your eyes as you search his face for an answer, and he shyly whispers a “yes, I'll be your boyfriend.”

walking up to mark in the dorm showers, backing him up against the wall and leaving a little kiss on his nose;

giving mark a piggy back ride to class because he's just that clingy, and he literally would not get off your shoulders as he brushed your hair at the dorm;

driving around the campus in the car that you borrowed from your friend just for date night, because you knew Mark loved singing along to the radio with you;

meeting mark in the campus coffee shop where he works, just to study till his shift finishes and to see him go red reading your texts first-hand;

being there at every party, every lecture, every project and every paper, because you know even when you don't notice, he's always looking for you;

watching mark getting hit on by all your female friends and finding it funnier by each passing second, only to finally go and claim your now cherry red stuttering boyfriend;

never killing his character on game nights with your crew even when he's against your team and he plays painfully badly, just so you can hear his triumphant “yo~ i got that!”

mark showing up in front of you with flowers, shoving them into your chest without meeting your eyes — “They were on sale! 😤”

[marksdaydreams]

[04;50am]

it was another terribly late night and you mentally cursed as you glanced at the clock on your wall. mark went to bed a really, really long time ago, after making you promise you’d come to bed in half an hour.

you shut your laptop and made your way to your bedroom, hoping mark didn’t wake up.

you walked over to the cupboard to get your night clothes when mark popped his head out of the duvet, incredibly tired.

“mark —” you sat down next to the edge of your bed, mark propping himself up on his elbow. “why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“you promised,” he yawned widely, flopping back down on the bed. “you promised you’d come soon, so i decided to wait up.”

you stared at the tired, sleepy boy in front of you as he tried to grab your hand and pull you towards him. you let yourself onto the bed, wrapping your arms around him as he rested his chin on top of your head, pressing a little kiss to your hair. you didn’t have anything to say. 

sure, there were a lot of things mark lee couldn’t do, but loving you wasn’t one of them, neither was making you feel like you were the only one that ever mattered to him.

[marksdaydreams]

hello, can you write abt uni student mark? something related to online classes? have a nice day~~

absolutely my favourite mark: but i wanted to write this as well. i hope you're having a good day too, love, and staying safe.

sweet, innocent kisses in campus cafés, study dates and libraries — mark's shy smiles;

lazy note-taking and skipped classes, lying in bed listening to Oh Wonder, mark humming along;

editing each other's project reports and papers, criticism that falls harshly off mark's lips but it's all fair;

drawn out nights spent under the lamplight, cursing the syllabus but still carrying on, mark's incessant scribbling turning quickly into white noise;

holding each other's sweater paws in the winter, squealing at mark's cold feet, warm drinks and warmer relations, spending holidays tucked in bed, reading;

online classes featuring a snoring boyfriend in the background, moving to the couch only to have mark crawl into your arms minutes later anyway;

mark somehow makes the best coffee, setting mugs upon mugs on your desk for when finals week begins to set in;

rainy days spent lounging on the couch together, just scrolling through your phones, procrastinating everything you had to do because why not, being here with him was good enough;

mark dishes out the worst criticism and the best encouragement, celebrations include ramen dates and drinking till you get only slightly tipsy and long, long nights;

[marksdaydreams]

mark's favourite kinds of dates, go

oh, dear lord —

arcade dates where he loses all the time and pretends he did it purposely, eating too much sour candy;

game dates where he forgets to say UNO and is suspiciously good at rummy and cluedo;

late night, let's-go-see-the-stars dates, where he picks you up at 3am and names atleast four stars after Johnny;

karaoke dates where he performs the entirety of SEVENTEEN's discography, for your eyes only;

sweet café dates where his kisses taste like latte and the warmth in the room spreads to your cheeks, blushing rose and turning him into a stuttering mess;

movie dates, where you both fall asleep half way through the movie and stay asleep till late into the next day, promising to stay awake the next time;

baking dates, where he definitely brings along the rest of the crew, but it's always a blast, taeil always has the best kitchen dances and jaehyun somehow still looks good with flour in his hair;

sleepy sunday mornings, drowning in his scent, bodies pressed up against each other, the air thick with unsaid, heavy affection — mark's favourite dates are the ones where he wakes up to you next to him, where you belonged.

[marksdaydreams]

[4:02pm]

"i swear i'm going to quit college and move to the himalayas," you said, groaning on your way back to the dorms.

"what will you do there?" mark smiled at your words.

"live as a goat. i don't know. i just, really don't want to do college right now." you sigh.

"me either, to be honest," he chuckled, ruffling your hair. "i want to just exist, open a little café maybe, in paris. i think it would be cute."

you stared at him.

"mark, you can't even make eggs without ruining the pans and the kitchen —"

"who said i was going to make anything in the café? you're going to do it." he said. "i'm going to sit at the cashier's, looking handsome and attracting customers."

you shook your head, laughing.

"that's a terrible way to run a business, mark," you said. "but it'll work. you're incredibly handsome."

mark turned red and hid his face in his hands, muttering under his breath.

"what?" you laughed.

"you're amazing," he mumbled, pulling his hood over his face to cover up how red he was. "you're so amazing, dumbass. i kinda lowkey love you."

"kinda lowkey?"

"yeah, kinda lowkey."