#nct 2018 minhyung

[keehomania]

mark + big tits!reader i feel like mark would go crazy over big tits 🤭🤭

mark is a boob guy he told me himself!

MARK LEE really did love you with his entire heart. he did everything a good boyfriend was supposed to do; he made you laugh, he treated you to brunch and dinner, he spoiled you whenever he got the chance, he made you his muse for his music, and he was never afraid to show his love openly. you were just as good to him; you laughed at all his terrible jokes, you cooked for him, made sure he felt safe enough to open up to you, and consoled him whenever he did open up. you had both steadied a bridge and crossed it without any problems.

almost, actually. see, mark had an issue of his own. unbeknownst to you, he had been battling some thoughts of his own that, for the first time in forever, he was too scared to share with you. it had to do with the way your tits were outlined and accentuated, no matter what you wore. the first time he took notice of it was when you had gone out to lunch with him and his friends. he was aware you were blessed with a bigger chest, but he really did his best to look anywhere else but there. it wasn’t until he caught jaehyun taking peeks, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on the top of your cleavage. you were oblivious, but not mark. ever since then, it was a chore to focus on anything else.

you didn’t bother dressing modestly around the house, why would you? you sported a pair of shorts and a loose, short tank top as you cooked and vacuumed. mark was sprawled out on the sofa, his eyes focused on the television, though he really didn't care for whatever shitty soap opera was currently on. it wasn’t until you came by the table to clean up, guiding the vacuum across the floor as you did so. mark couldn’t peel his eyes off you, his gaze glued to you as you bent over to reach every crack and crevice. his breath hitched in his throat as the straps of your top spilled down your shoulders, revealing a good half of your bare, huge tits. they moved with every persistent nudge of yours as you continued to work, bending down further to reach the corners. as you did so, your top went with you, spilling further down your shoulders until your nipples were peaking, the mounds of flesh now completely visible to mark.

he couldn’t ignore the way his dick hardened in his shorts, and he was completely sure you would notice and think of him as the world’s biggest creep, but he couldn’t control himself. all he wanted to do was turn the fucking vacuum off and pin you to the couch, make an even bigger mess all over your tits, than the one you were currently cleaning. you had straightened yourself and met his eyes with an oblivious smile. turning the vacuum off, you asked him sweetly, “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

something inside him had overgrown the shame he had been nurturing, something dark that had to do with the ache in his cock and the sudden seriousness in his eyes. “come here,” he said, his tone low and steady. your smile faltered, thinking you had done something to piss him off, but you knew better than to question him when he seemed so serious. “what’s wrong?” you asked with a frown as you reached his spot on the sofa, towering over him as he straightened his back.

he didn’t say anything immediately, he just spread his legs out and leaned back. you didn’t catch his drift until your gaze followed his movements, stopping upin reaching the very evident tent in his shorts, resting against his thigh. you weren’t too sure what had done it for him, but you didn’t care. you had done something to make him horny and the raw sight of him so needy went past your eyes and straight to your core.

“come here,” he repeated, his voice just as low. he gestured towards his lap, patting his bare thighs for you to make yourself comfortable. with shaky legs, you obliged, planting your palms on his shoulders and letting him wrap his arms around your bare waist to adjust you some more. you felt it the second you sat down, the weight of his hard cock pressing into your shorts. no matter how clothed you were, you felt every bit of the hardness resting against your clit.

your fingers trembled around his shoulders, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep yourself fron reacting just yet. “you feel that?” he purred, his hungry eyes boring into yours. “you feel how hard you’re making me?” you could only nod quietly, trying hard to fight back against the warmth that soread through your panties, dampening them just enough for mark to notice, a smirk gracing his lips. you had never seen him so focused, so serious. the sheer weight of his gaze mixed with the way he traced circles on your hips was enough to break you.

“can you do something for me?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. you nodded in response. of course, you thought, anything for him. “take your top off for me, yeah?”

the request caught you completely off guard. there was nothing strange about it, but you had expected something more demanding. to suck his dick, get him off, or even get straight to fucking, but mark wasn’t like that. you knew better, so you obliged, pulling up the hem of your tank top and sliding it over your arms as he watched you, his gaze content and sinful. you tossed the top aside, leaning back as you allowed him to take you in with his eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted. you felt embarrassed, your elbows coming up to cover yourself, but mark was faster than you.

his hands wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling your arms away from your chest. “don't even think about it,” he murmured, the tone of his voice enough for your arms to drop. you studied the way his eyes lit up at the sight of your bare tits, your nipples hardening under the weight of his gaze.

“i really tried to control myself, i really did,” he admitted softly. as he did so, he pulled you in closer, a gasp passing your lips as he pushed your hair to one side, giving him complete access to your neck. you arched into the feeling of his lips grazing your skin, teeth sinking into the flesh only for his tongue to caress the same spot seconds later. your tits, plump and heavy, grazed his forearms you did so. “but i can’t anymore, i’m really sorry.” you gasped as his lips travelled south, his tongue dancing over your collarbone, tinged with sweat and perfume.

“you should’ve just—fuck, told me,” you rasped out through a moan as he continued. you were so unaware of his hidden infatuation and, in fact, displeased that he hadn’t brought it up sooner. his hands attached themselves to your tits, a soft moan of relief passing his lips as he kneaded the flesh of your tits. “told you what?” he taunted as he brought his lips down around one of your nipples. “that i can’t get enough of your boobs, is that it?”

you were too caught up in the feeling of it to respond, your only reply a soft, strangled moan as your fingers tugged at his hair, bringing him further into the valley of your tits before pushing them together around his nose. he moaned, taking in the sweet scent as he probed at the thick flesh, tugging and squeezing the mounds around his face as his tongue explored the surface. “so fucking big,” he rasped as he lifted his head ever so slightly, enough for you to see the drool that glistened on his chin, before coming back down with a shake of his head. “they’re so fucking big.”

spit coated your boobs as he took one into his mouth, even though he knew he couldn't fit it all in, his other hand groping your other boob as tears filled your eyes. it had to have been some sick combination of pleasure and embarrassment, pure heat engulfing your cunt through your shorts as he sucked on your tit. he looked up at you, his eyes rimmed with hunger as he practically ate away at your boob. “get me off with them, yeah? that okay?” the request was enough to make you tremble, barely able to nod as the thought of him, so desperate and needy, fucking your tits raw clouded your mind.

you watched as he pulled his shorts down, his hard cock springing free from his boxers. it was already glistening with precum, and he didn’t even bother to stroke it before he watched you lay flat on the couch as he pushed the base of his dick against the soft mounds of your tits. “yeah, like that, come on, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to rock his hips back and forth, your boobs jiggling with every thrust. you could feel the warmth of his cock, the wetness of his spit and precum mixing together, creating a sticky mess on your chest. it drove you insane, creating an even stickier mess between your thighs. it was all about the wild look on his face as he watched the way your boobs took his entire length in, the way his free hand toyed with your left tit, pulling at the nipple and squishing it against the skin of his cock as he rutted his hips slowly. the tip of his dick hit your chin and you couldn’t help but open your mouth, letting your tongue wrap around his head and take it in between your teeth as his shaft twitched between your boobs.

his groans grew louder as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your chest with every thrust. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you felt the pressure build in your own core, his dick sliding along the underside of your chin as your tongue swirled around the tip. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum all over your tits,” he warned you, his voice tight with need. you nodded, eager for it, feeling your own orgasm building as you watched his face scrunch up in ecstasy. your hands found their way to his hips, urging him faster, pushing him closer to the edge. you could feel the pulse of his cock, the way it grew stiffer and stiffer against your skin.

with a guttural moan, he came, spurts of hot cum painting your chest and neck as his tip left your mouth and twitched against your boobs. he thrusted forward once more just to feel the warm flesh, still spurting, and you watched with wide eyes as ropes of his seed shot out, landing on your chest and stomach. you looked up at him, panting, your chest heaving with every breath as your own climax hit you like a wave, your legs squeezing together as your muscles tightened and released in a symphony of pleasure.

mark’s eyes never left yours, the sight of his cum on your skin driving him wild. he leaned in, licking the creamy liquid off your neck before grabbing your hand and guiding it to his hardening member. “don’t get tired on me, baby. who said we were done?” he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction.

✧.*

a/n: thank you to whoever requested this!! if you don’t like how it turned out lmk and i’ll redo it babe

[ggukkiedae]

you don’t just forget

date: mid-august 2018

warning/s: talks about hannah’s trauma from a sasaeng (she has a nightmare)

notes from c: don’t worry, this is actually mostly fluff!! dialogue in italics are spoken in english, gif isn’t mine, i found it on pinterest

word count: 2.4k

aka some members take the chance to baby her, and she makes a surprise for her smtown osaka roommates

Hannah woke up with a gasp and saw someone staring down at her. The last thing she remembered was standing outside their dorm building and watching each of the NCT members just look at her emotionlessly and lock the door on her behind them. The next person to walk out those doors was the very same person who attacked her in her sleep, and there was no one to stop her this time. This had her so shaken up that she scrambled backwards, sitting up and trying to catch her breath.

“It’s me,” a familiar voice filled her ears, “Little Na? Hannah, it’s me. It’s Jaemin. Your Nana.”

“Jaemin,” she whispered, her vision clearing as she wiped her tears. “Nana…”

A worried Jaemin sat on the edge of her bed, looking hesitant to move. She quietly crawled over to where he was, hugging him and burying her face in his sleep shirt. Jaemin whispered comforting words to her while patting her back and stroking her hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” she told him. He hummed and tucked her head under his chin. It was only then that she processed that she was sitting in Jaemin’s lap. He must have pulled her to this position when she got to his side.

“It was just a nightmare,” Jaemin reassured her, “I’m right here. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really” she began while feeling Jaemin reach for the water bottle on their nightstand, “I think I just kinda relived the incident when Minhyung oppa and I first got the dorm, but no one was there to help.”

She didn’t meet his eyes, choosing to stare at his hand holding the bottle of water.. Jaemin cooed at her and kissed her forehead before handing her a water bottle. The cover was already unscrewed, but her hands were shaking. Jaemin saw this and helped her drink water. When she finished, he closed the water bottle and put it back on the nightstand.

“You’re okay, Little Na,” Jaemin pressed another kiss to her forehead and pulled her head to his chest, “That monster can’t reach you, not when you have all of us with you. All 18 of us are right on this floor with you. Look! Mark hyung is asleep over there.”

“It’s 5 in the morning,” Jaemin told her, “do you want to sleep?”

“No,” she shook her head, “Can we have an early breakfast? Let’s go to the convenience store.”

“Of course,” Jaemin told her, “Do you want to bring Mark hyung?”

She nodded. Jaemin lifted her off of himself and placed her on the bed. He stood up and took his hoodie and helped her into it before putting a jacket on himself. He gently wiped under her eyes and smiled at her.

“Your Nana can cheer you up,” he told her playfully, “watch this.”

Jaemin walked over to Mark’s bed and gently shook him, “Oppa, wake up.”

Hannah broke into a smile when Jaemin called Mark oppa. She let out a little snort when Mark just slightly turned towards Jaemin and woke up with a gentle smile. Jaemin’s smile grew bigger when he heard Hannah laugh.

“Hyung,” Jaemin woke Mark up a little more, “Let’s go to the convenience store and have an early breakfast. Our Hannah needs it after having a nightmare last night.”

“A nightmare,” Mark immediately sat up and walked over to her. “You good, Hans?”.

“Not completely,” she admitted, “I just hate that it’s been almost a year and I still get nightmares about that sasaeng.”

“Oh,” Mark rested a hand on her head, lightly patting her hair down and being sure not to tug, “That’s no good. Come on, breakfast is my treat.”

“Me, too, hyung?”

Mark smiled at Jaemin’s hopeful face, “Yes, you, too. Let me just put on a jacket, and let’s go.”

It was almost six when they left the convenience store, and, the moment the three of them came back to their hotel room, they saw a very worried Taeyong pacing back and forth. He probably used a spare key to get in. Taeyong always kept spare keys to their rooms.

“Where have you been?” Taeyong immediately approached the three of them and started looking over Mark for anything wrong, “I was checking in on everyone, but you weren’t here.”

“Hyung, we went to the convenience store,” she heard Mark say. She couldn’t see Mark due to Taeyong observing her and trying to see if anything was injured.

“We had an early breakfast,” Jaemin explained when Taeyong moved from her to Jaemin, “Hannah had a nightmare, so we had breakfast then walked around the hotel garden for a little bit.”

Taeyong’s focus immediately snaps towards her. She gave Jaemin a look which made him shrug. Taeyong was the one of the two people she wanted least to find out about her nightmare since he seemed to get too mama hen sometimes.

“It was nothing,” she promised him while settling on her bed and getting back under the covers. Taeyong got in next to her, and she let herself be pulled into his arms.

“It wasn’t nothing,” Jaemin said while sitting at the foot of Mark’s bed, “she was kicking and crying.”

“I think she’s been reading hate” Mark added while putting some of the food and drinks that they bought in their mini fridge, “Because her nightmare was essentially us not being there to help her.”

Hannah blanked and looked at Mark. Was he really able to read her that easily? She pulled her blanket over her head to try and hide, but Taeyong pulled it back down and looked at her in concern. 

“Haeeunie,” he began, “is that true?”

“I don’t understand how easily Mark can read me,” she muttered. 

“I call you my sister for a reason,” Mark smiled at her. She smiled back at him in appreciation.

“Aigoo, my Little Na,” Jaemin pouted at her, “It’s been two years since debut. You’re still worried we won’t be on your side?”

“Only sometimes,” she muttered and hid her face in Taeyong’s shoulder. Taeyong gave her a tight hug.

“Jaemin-ah,” Taeyong called, “the spare keys are all in my bag. Go and get Johnny, Kun, and Jaehyun. Mark, set up Haeeun’s laptop, we’re watching Hunger Games before today’s schedule starts.”

“Not Haechan?” 

“Let’s let Haechannie have a straight rest for now.”

Hannah watched as Mark and Jaemin went about their tasks while Taeyong went through a menu before going to the phone and ordering food. Jaemin walked in with Johnny, Kun, and Jaehyun right when Taeyong started ordering. 

Jisung followed them sleepily, immediately planting himself on her bed and placing his head on her lap. Kun gave Hannah a kiss on the forehead before looking curiously at what Mark was doing and helping him connect her laptop to the TV. Jaehyun decided to pull her onto Jaemin’s bed, the one in the middle, and brought her into his lap for cuddles. Jisung frowned, sleepy mumbles escaping him as he made his way to put his head on her lap again on the new bed.

“Hey, kiddo,” Johnny ruffled her hair and settled on Mark’s bed.

She looked up at him, “Hi. We’re watching the Hunger Games today. The coddling really isn’t necessary, though.”

“Sounds nice,” Jaehyun patted her stomach, “but you don’t want to wake poor Jisung up just to move, do you?”

“He’s sleeping so peacefully,” Johnny smirked. “Where are your mom instincts?”

“Please, hyung,” Mark laughed while settling by Johnny’s crossed legs, “you’re draining it all by treating her like a baby.”

Johnny hit Mark upside the head making everyone laugh. Jaemin took the laptop from Mark to keep anyone from kicking it off the bed. Taeyong pulled Jaemin into his lap on Hannah’s bed.

“I got three katsudon bowls and three gyudon,” Taeyong told everyone. “Divide them however you want, I’ll take what’s left.”

“But, hyung,” Jaemin was cut off.

“I think you need more than just an onigiri from the convenience store and a bottle of iced coffee for breakfast,” Taeyong pinched Jaemin’s cheeks.

“Hyung.”

“Yes, Mark, I ordered fries.”

With the help of her members and the busy day they had, Hannah was able to push the nightmare to the back of her head. That night, right after they wished their vlog camera good night, Jaemin and Mark had pushed their beds even closer together and stuffed the gap with spare hoodies just to have her sleep in between them. Not only that, but they had vowed not to fall asleep until she falls asleep so they could “guard the door” or something like that.

This, however much she appreciated it, ruined her plan.

“You guys,” she sat on the chair by the corner of the room, “I don’t want to keep you up. I’ll just finish going over and memorizing the lyrics for our comeback then I’ll go to sleep, I promise.”

Jaemin looked at her with a pout, “No, let’s sleep! Make up for your restless night!”

She looked at Mark for help, seeing as how his work habits were similar to hers, so maybe he understood.

“He’s right,” Mark gave her a pointed look. “I get it, Hans, I really do, but you know how you get without a good night’s rest. Some of the hyungs were nervous to to talk to you in case you snapped.”

“I didn’t snap when Taeil oppa approached me!”

“Because Taeil hyung gave you coffee.”

She groaned, leaning her head on the chair’s backrest. Jaemin laughed and pulled her over to the bed, making a big deal of tucking her in like a baby. She glared at him the whole time, but Jaemin just kept cooing. A look to her right showed her Mark was taking a video of them.

“Delete that,” she pointed at his phone.

He laughed, shutting his phone and getting in bed, “Not a chance.”

She gave up and went on her phone, setting silent vibrate alarms for two in the morning. Given it was just a little past 9:30, she would get around four hours of sleep. Good enough for her.

That’s how she found herself groggily getting up from a dreamless sleep due to her phone vibrating. She turned her alarm off and carefully removed Jaemin’s arm and leg from around her, freezing just the slightest bit as he stirred.

“Please don’t wake up,” she whispered while getting out of bed as carefully as she could. She grabbed the spare key to their room and a random hoodie that didn’t make it to their faux mattress and quietly left the room.

“Took you long enough.”

Johnny’s voice from beside her made her jump. He snickered as she placed a hand on her heart then proceeded to hit him on the arm. “Don’t do that! Where’s Kun baba?”

“Already in the hotel kitchen.” Johnny began to lead them to the elevator. “Do you know how lucky you are for the company to negotiate for you to use their kitchen?”

She simply shrugged with a small smile on her face. Johnny shook his head at her.

The walk to the kitchen was quiet, but Hannah burst into a grin and a quick jog when she heard Kun humming from deep in the midst of tables, ovens, and pots and pans. She ended up right next to him, watching as he finalized all the things they needed.

“Looks like you slept better,” he lightly bumped their shoulders together.

“No dreams,” she nodded before washing her hands in the sink behind them. “Let’s get started! Youngho oppa, preheat those two ovens please, one at 160℃ and the other at 180℃, please, then line the cake pans with baking sheets!. Kun baba, you know how to make chocolate cakes, right?”

“I have a vague idea and the recipe you sent me on my phone.”

“Alright, can you measure out the dry ingredients and sift them together?”

Kun and Johnny exchanged looks before saluting at her and getting to work. She snorted but began on the coffee cake batter.

It wasn’t long before she had added all the ingredients for the coffee cake into the bowl, measured precisely, and handed it to Johnny to beat with an electric mixer. She had gone to help Kun put everything together for the chocolate cake, making sure they tasted the way they should. (A few extra spoonfuls of batter earned her and Johnny a light thump to their foreheads by Kun and a scolding about salmonella)

Together, they had the four cake pans in their designated ovens within 20 minutes, Their respective timers counting down.

Johnny, was getting bouncy. Kun looked at him confused before looking at Hannah.

“He likes when I make coffee buttercream frosting,” she explained. Kun laughed and nodded.

She had them sit and rest while she started working on the two frostings. Kun had pulled Johnny over to the side of the kitchen with the stoves, though. She glanced at their area quickly and deduced that they were cooking food. By the time she had put the two frosting bowls in the fridge, Johnny and Kun came over with three bowls of ramen. She laughed upon recognizing the smell.

“Shin ramen?”

Kun raised his hands in mock surrender, “I forgot to buy actual breakfast food when Johnny hyung and I went to the grocery earlier.”

“We have bacon, though,” Johnny placed a plate on the table. She laughed once again, gratefully accepting the bowl Kun handed her.

Johnny then poked her cheek, “When do we get to decorate? Because I have something in mind for Mark’s cake.”

“Don’t let him,” Kun’s eyes widened, “I’ve heard his plan all night, he wants to draw a… male appendage.”

Hannah snorted, nearly choking on her ramen, making Kun panic. 

“He was nice this morning,” Hannah laughed after drinking some water, “we’re going to make his cake nice and appropriate for broadcast. Company’s condition.”

Needless to say, cake decorating went somewhat smoother than she had expected, going for a rustic look with swirls in the middle layer and top layer rather than covering the whole cake. Once they were in their respective boxes and Johnny and Kun had promised to store it in their room’s fridge, Hannah made her way back into her own room and placed herself back in the middle of her two friends. It was nearing six in the morning already. 

“You smell delicious,” Jaemin mumbled, throwing his limbs around her again. She froze, seeing if Jaemin was awake, but there were no signs of life after that. Sleep-talking. She sighed in relief before letting herself succumb to sleep as well. Thank god their schedule for the next day started at 1 in the afternoon.

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[sagraudolf]

Beaming like an effortless luminescence as the pro-debutor of Neo Culture Technology, Mark Lee.

Introducing Mark (마크), or Lee Minhyung (이민형). He is a Korean-Canadian who is capable of rapping, singing, dancing, and songwriting. He is regarded as one of the most versatile artists in today's K-POP era, and is primarily a member of the boy group NCT.⠀⠀

He was born and raised in Toronto until he moved to Korea in 9th grade when SM asked him to come to the country to begin his training. As a multinational himself, it is not surprising that he is fluent in English, Korean, and a bit of Japanese, as well as French.⠀⠀

On April 9, 2016, he made his NCT U debut with the first digital single, "The 7th Sense." Five years later, he is still active in various groups, serving as the main rapper, main dancer, and sub-vocalist for NCT U, NCT 127, NCT Dream, and SuperM.⠀⠀⠀

Growing up as an idol and being involved in several projects highlights his remarkable achievement, but he never loses touch with his inner child and does his job with zeal. Being a Leo himself, he roars like a lion and dominates the stage as if he owned it wherever he is.⠀⠀

Aside from being active on stage, he also participated in the 2017 season of High School Rapper, a survival hip hop reality show, where he advanced to the finale. From 2018 to 2019, he was also one of the main emcees of Show! Music Core.

[dream-chaser]

firsts don't last | ❀

a/n: not proofread! but please do enjoy c: this chapter doesn’t really have angst nor (physically) you yet. this might have at least three parts (if not more) so there.

genre: angst ❀ additional: lgbtq+ (f/m, f/f, m/m) main pairing/s: mark x reader, jaemin x reader side/minor pairing/s: donghyuck x female oc, renjun x jeno, chenle x jisung, female oc x female oc words: 2k story summary: It’s been two years ever since the ‘weird girl’ left to go abroad. This year, she comes back with a new friend and a whole new ‘glo up’ that makes those who spoke badly of her swallow back their words. Jaemin isn’t one of them but his friends are, before her arrival they make a bet.

parts: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

part 1 summary: News spread around and amongst the students of NHS and the neighborhood that the ‘weird girl’ is coming back, another is that there will be a new student. Unbeknownst to them, the so-called ‘weird girl’ and new student are best friends.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Hey, have you heard that-” Donghyuck cuts his girlfriend off, “The weird girl who left two years ago is coming back? Yeah you told us a bunch of times already.”

His girlfriend – well, not really his girlfriend – Jung Seohyun, rolled her eyes, “Okay yeah that, but there’s going to be a new student too.”

At this, Donghyuck perks up a little bit, “Really now?”

“Is it a guy?” Jeno queries, “We need a new addition to our group.”

Jaemin joins the conversation, nodding, “Although I think either Hyuck or Jeno would scare him off.” Earning a laugh from Jeno and Seohyun, Donghyuck glares for a moment before smiling.

“It’s the truth! Jen might scare the poor guy off by excessive flirting and Hyuck can be the first impression Hyuck and easily make him regret coming over.” Jaemin remarks, ending with a derp face and shrug. Jeno laughs at this, completely agreeing as Donghyuck only shrugs, not really minding.

Seohyun pats Donghyuck’s head, “He’s not that bad.”

“Aww, Seohyun is affectionate, there’s no crowd to show for.” Jeno teases, pointing at the hand resting on Donghyuck’s shoulder.

“Hey! I can be affectionate if I want to be. Hyuck and I may be ‘dating’ for reputation purposes but he’s an overall nice guy.” She defends.

That was the first time a small smile ghosted on his face, a smile caused by Seohyun.

Two days later, the four are in Jaemin’s backyard and talking about how they’ll get the new kid to join their little group.

“What if the new student will be a girl, then?” Seohyun asks as Donghyuck shrugs, “Then I guess Jaemin has a chance of getting a girlfriend and you’ll have a girl best friend.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes at this, he wasn’t really interested in getting a girlfriend unless he actually finds someone who could spark interest. So far, there wasn’t.

A thought crosses Jeno’s mind and laughs, “What if the new student turns out to be the weird girl after all?” At that, a jacket flies to his face, “No way, they’ll be two separate people.”

“Well what if they turn out to be friends? What if the new guy is as weird or even weirder than she is?” Jeno challenges, “Well goodbye to him then.” She shudders.

Jaemin’s eyebrow quirks as he questions his friends, “What made earn the title of ‘weird girl’ anyway?”

Seohyun dramatically gasps and clutches her chest for more effect, “Jaemin, why is that a question?” The questioned boy just shrugs in reply, “I don’t see why you guys called her a weird girl? Is it because she looks weird, is that it?”

“Her glasses make her look ugly, plus her braces and how she styles her hair. And God, have you seen her fashion ‘taste’? It’s nonexistent!” She exclaims as he tries to remember the times he saw her walk out the house across his, if she was wearing something unusual. He doesn’t seem to remember if there was an instance. If you haven’t realized yet, they’re neighbors.

Jaemin’s face scrunches, “I don’t remember her wearing anything remotely unconventional or eccentric? Is it just how she looks?” This time, it was Seohyun’s turn to scrunch her face, “The hell Jaemin? You got a thing for her or something?”

“No, I don’t. I just don’t see your point of calling her a weird girl just because she wears clothes that aren’t branded or in trend like you, or because she wears glasses and braces and styles her hair to something you find weird, or simply because you don’t like her for some reason. Dare I say I bet you two never even shared a full conversation with each other.” He expounds, “Besides, I’m sure she has better brains and grades than all of us combined.”

At this, Jeno and Donghyuck doesn’t really mind the fact that they just got indirectly called stupid, nor the fact that she calls said girl ‘weird’, they only really just joined her for some reason, Jaemin never actually joined in that though. On the other hand, Seohyun is fuming, “Did you just call me stupid?”

“And a little tactless, yeah.” He answers in an indifferent tone. The female brunette looks like she’s about to explode of annoyance. Jaemin only adds a little fuel to the fire, “I mean, in my perspective, it’s not very valid of one to call another ‘weird’ just because they simply don’t fit their standards. If anything, you’re the kind of the weird one for even starting that up upon some shallow rationale. It’s not like she ate paper or picks her nose and eats boogers.”

“I mean, I doubt she does. Neither of us know remotely anything about her. You only spread the most ridiculously spurious rumors. And for what gain? What kind of reward do you bag from it? The best rumor maker of all time?” He spits, “I don’t know what your problem is with her, or any other opposing person you seem to have the smallest amount of disliking for, but get your nose out of their business and rid shit from your mouth, it’s not your ass, Jung.”

All the three of them gawk at Jaemin in disbelief but for different reasons. Before the angered girl could pounce onto him, a familiar voice calls for Jaemin, “Jaemin dear! Please come inside and do me a favor.”

He stands up, “You guys can stay here or come along. Hyuck, help your little girlfriend sort herself out. She’s more shallow than a three feet kid’s pool.”

With that, he turns on his heel to head back inside the house, his friends not following.

This was the first time Jaemin and Seohyun had fought in front of their friends.

“Jaemin dear, please bring these pastries to the Lee family who just moved across beside the Y/L/N’s house. Plus, I heard one of their son’s the new student who’s around your age as well. Invite them over for our dinner too, okay?” His mom requests as he nods obediently and takes the tray of pastries.

Jaemin walks out the door. Immediately, Jaemin spots the moving truck about to leave. Then he looks both ways of the street before making his way to the house across by the left side.

Once he arrives by the front door, he rings the bell, “Hi there! I live across the block and would like to offer you some snacks for a warm welcome.” Jaemin says as a male voice replies through the intercom, “Oh I see. Hold on for a moment!”

The door buzzes and a tall and lean figure with pink hair greets him with a grin, “Come in.” He urges as he lets the younger boy walk in their house, “Mom, we have a guest.”

Moments later, a woman walks out what Jaemin assumes as the kitchen with a warm smile, “Hi Mrs. Lee, I’m Na Jaemin from the family who lives across from here. My mom made these pastries as a welcome.” He reciprocates the warm smile as he hands out the tray, the older woman happily taking it, “How thoughtful.”

“We’re also inviting you over for dinner at seven if you’d like to join us.” Jaemin adds, “Of course, dear. Thank you for this.” The sweet woman replies, making Jaemin smile like a kid, “No problem Mrs. Lee.”

“Hm,” the pink-haired figure hums, “How old are you, Jaemin?” Jaemin is taken aback at this question, “I’m born on the 13th of August 2000.”

“Where do you study?” He inquires again, “Neo High School.”

“Son, you’re creeping the poor boy out.” His mother laughs from the kitchen as he laughs as well, rubbing his nape awkwardly, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Jaemin replies, chuckling softly. A hand extends towards him, “I’m Lee Taeyong, born July 1st of 1995 and new student of Neo University.”

Before either Jaemin or Taeyong could utter another word, Jaemin’s had phone started to ring, “I’m sorry, excuse me for a moment.” Taeyong kindly nods at him. Jaemin stands up to exit by the front door to answer the call.

“What?” Jaemin answers exasperatedly, it was Seohyun who was calling.

He hears a sigh, already knowing she’s annoyed again, “Listen, I just want to know if you met the new kid yet.”

“No, not yet. Hold your horses Seohyun.” He jeers, getting more and more annoyed with every passing second that he hears her voice.

He could practically sense her rolling her eyes, “Whatever, just come back now. Your mom’s looking for you already.” And with that, the call was ended.

He walks back in the house to bid goodbye, “My apologies, my mother’s calling me already. We’ll see you during dinner right?”

“Of course, dear. See you later!” Mrs. Lee exclaims, poking her head out from the kitchen, “Catch you later, Jaemin.” Taeyong waves.

The younger boy curtly bows before taking his leave, “Have a nice rest of the day!”

And that was how he met two out of four of the Lee family.

Once the boy leaves and is out of earshot, the youngest Lee pokes his head out from the staircase, “Coast is clear?” He asks as his brother pretends to chuck a slipper at him, “You little noodlehead!”

The youngest laughs as he descends down the stairs, “Sorry, I didn’t really feel in the mood to meet some new boy already.” Their mother playfully scoffs, “Well you should be in the mood now, you only helped lifting one box so I’m going to need you to find a convenience store to buy some snacks and drinks.”

“Mom!” He whines in complaint, “It’s just a few, I’m sure there’s one nearby. You can ask the neighbors for directions.” She suggests. Taeyong is quick to add, “The Jaemin kid I just met seems nice, if he’s outside you can ask him.”

The boy is reluctant, but he can’t really decline so he just shrugs, “Okay.” He simply responds as his brother hands him money, “You know our exactly what to buy.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He playfully sticks his tongue out at his elder brother, “Go!”

He laughs a little as he opens their door to head outside. Once he closes it and turns to face the street, he sees a small group of friends that seemed around his age, three boys and a girl. He was debating with himself whether or not he should ask them for directions. He ended up settling to just look for a convenience store himself.

But the group not so far away from him had other plans, he internally panics a little as in his peripheral vision he sees them approaching his direction. He halts his step when he hears a somewhat familiar voice say, “Hey wait up!”

He turns on his heel slowly, only the slightest bit anxious, “Hi?”

One of them, Jeno, laughs at his timidity “Cute.” He mutters to himself as Donghyuck elbows him from his left side, clearly hearing what he just muttered to himself.

“You’re one of the Lees right?” The one with the somewhat familiar voice asked as he nodded. An arm was extended towards him, “I’m Na Jaemin, your neighbor from across.”

He shakes it lightly, “Nice to meet you.”

The girl between the orange and black haired boys stepped out to introduce herself to the new boy.

“And I’m Jung Seohyun, pleasure to meet you.” She seemed a little excited and the latter smiled awkwardly.

“I’m her boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck.” The orange haired boy introduced, giving off a certain intimidating aura.

The black haired boy next to Donghyuck gave off a smile, his eyes crinkling a little as well, “I’m Lee Jeno!”

“He’s not my brother by the way.” Donghyuck adds as the other three chuckle, the new boy joining in as well but an awkward and uncertain tone laced with it.

“You need directions for somewhere?” Jaemin queries carefully and the other nods before responding, “Yeah, actually. Convenience store.”

The girl – Seohyun, nods a little too enthusiastically, “Oh great, we were just heading there! You can come with.”

“Thank you.” he nods thankfully, he felt a light punch by his right shoulder, it was Jeno. “Don’t be so nervous around us, we don’t bite.”

The latter lets out a genuine chuckle at this, “My apologies.”

Jaemin shrugs, “No sweat.” Donghyuck adds in, “What’s your name by the way?”

“Mark Lee.”

And that was the first time they meet Mark Lee.

[nishimuriki]

Haechan, about Mark: Excuse me sir, that is my emotional support idiot

[neosofthours]

Mark: I'd love to be in a relationship.

*Is shown any kind of affection*

Mark: Yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes yik-

[lovsong]

playlist: yestoday | nct u (2018)

[boyfriendmarklee]

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[imaginemarklee]

Imagine higschool student Mark who just finished his sports tournament. He’s looking for you in the crowd.

As he finally spotts you he points at you and mouths “I won this for you babe.”

You can feel the jealous stares of the other girls because the schools most famous and beautiful boy is yours and this for almost 2 years now.

[keehomania]

Girl I've read ur recent work and u write for mark soooo well omds likeee 😫😫 LIKE SOME OF THEM REALLY GOT ME LIKE DAYUMMM THAT HAPPENED?? but anyways, may I please req a mark smut oneshot but he's hitting it from the back infront of the mirror 🫶 oddly specific but ykkk 🤭💗

PRACTICE — MARK LEE (마크아) (DRABBLE)

✧°, 18+

the rhythm of the music pulsed through you, each beat sending a ripple of energy that moved your body like an extension of the sound itself. every click, every snap, every bend of your joints matched the tempo flawlessly. you moved effortlessly, gliding through the practice room as if the floor was an ocean and you, the tide, crashing and retreating with perfect fluidity. your legs carried you across the glossy surface, only for you to slide down with your hips, feeling the friction against the ground as if the music itself was guiding you lower, pulling you into the depths of your own expression.

this was how you preferred it. alone, without the prying eyes of an audience, no need for applause or recognition. just you, the music, and the space to let it all pour out, unfiltered. in these moments, you felt free — more so than anywhere else. every emotion, every thought, channeled through your body as it moved to the rhythm that only you could hear. but peace never lasted forever.

your ears caught a sound—a click that didn’t belong to the music. it was subtle, but it jarred your senses, breaking the delicate trance you had been in. you didn’t need to turn around to know what it was. your eyes shifted upwards, catching the reflection in the wide mirror that lined the walls. there he was. leaning against the doorframe, his figure half-shadowed by the dim light filtering through the hall. his eyes were locked onto you, dark and intense, watching your every move as if he had been there for a while. how long had he been standing there? the thought sent a wave of heat to your cheeks, and not from the workout.

rising from the floor, you felt a sudden rush of embarrassment flood your chest, your breath still heavy from exertion. you hadn’t expected an audience, especially not your boyfriend. the vulnerability of being caught in such a raw, unguarded state sent a shiver down your spine. “you should try knocking,” you joked, your voice trembling with a nervous laugh as you tugged at the hem of your shorts, adjusting them in a futile attempt to regain composure. but mark didn’t respond, didn’t even crack a smile. his gaze remained steady, a quiet hunger in his eyes, the kind you’d never seen before. it wasn’t just admiration—it was something deeper, something that sent your heartbeat skittering beneath your ribcage.

“mark?” you called, hoping to snap him out of whatever trance he seemed to be in. but again, silence. he pushed off the doorframe and started towards you, his movements slow, deliberate, the air between you charged with an intensity that made your skin prickle. had he been disappointed? did he expect more? the doubt clawed at the edges of your mind, but the way he was looking at you told a different story. his silence wasn't disdain—it was something else entirely. he closed the distance between you with a quiet, predatory grace, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin, taking in the way your shorts clung low on your hips, exposing the hem of your panties, how your shirt stuck to your sweat-slicked skin.

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding louder than the dying music in the background. “please, say something,” you tried again, your voice soft, almost pleading. but before you could finish, he was there, just inches away, his presence overwhelming, his gaze smoldering. it silenced you, that look. a heat bloomed across your skin, his nearness amplifying the tension between you.

“you did so good,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry purr that sent a tremor down your spine. his fingertips grazed your cheek, tucking away the damp strands of hair that clung to your face, his touch light, but charged with unspoken intent. you tried to laugh it off, even as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered uncontrollably. “nothing special,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “it’s just practice.”

his eyes darkened at that, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. he hated when you said things like that, hated how blind you were to your own brilliance. “have you seen yourself?” he asked, his tone sharp, though not unkind. the mirrors surrounded you, reflecting every angle, but somehow, you always seemed oblivious to what he saw. what everyone saw. you blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare, his words echoing in your mind. prove it? what did he mean by that? the question lingered in the air between you, heavy and unanswered, until it was replaced by something else—something far more tangible.

your knees gave way before you could even process what was happening, your body responding to the soft, unexpected pressure of his lips on yours. it was sudden, startling even, but the moment his mouth touched yours, all your questions dissolved into nothing. you knew better than to resist, better than to pull away. mark had always had this effect on you—the ability to unravel you, to strip away the composure you wore like armor, leaving you exposed in a way that was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

his lips moved against yours with a practiced ease, a perfect synchronization that felt almost too natural, too right. He tasted you slowly, deliberately, savoring the salt of your sweat, the rawness of the moment. and that’s how he liked you — raw. no filters, no performances, no masks. you didn’t have to pretend around him, didn’t have to put on a show like you did for the others. for mark, you were enough just like this, messy, sweaty, stripped of all pretense. that’s when he wanted you most—when you were vulnerable, laid bare to your very core.

the aftershocks of your embarrassment still pulsed through you, a hum of unease that made your heart race. but he thrived on that, thrived on seeing you in this state. his fingers brushed your jaw, the touch gentle, almost soothing, but there was something darker beneath it. something that made your stomach flip, a wave of heat crashing over you as his lips moved with more urgency, his tongue pressing insistently at your lower lip. it wasn’t a request—it was a demand. a demand you surrendered to without hesitation, parting your lips for him, giving him what he wanted. he devoured you.

the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, slow and deliberate. you felt his warmth, his breath mixing with yours as his hand tilted your chin up, angling you just how he wanted. your knees threatened to buckle again as his tongue slid over your teeth, tangling with yours, coaxing a soft gasp from your lips. the sound only seemed to spur him on, his movements growing bolder, more possessive, as if he wanted to claim every part of you.

you let him. you let him take what he needed, let him devour you in the way only he knew how. saliva pooled between your lips, spilling out in messy streams as he finally pulled away, breathless and satisfied, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. his thumb brushed the corner of your lips, wiping away the remnants of your shared kiss, his eyes dark and heavy with want. “you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he murmured, his voice low, thick with desire.

of course, you knew. anyone would know. you didn’t have to hear it to understand the effect you had on him. it was clear, undeniable, from the way his body responded to yours, the way his breath hitched and his hands lingered, unwilling to let go. you felt it, too—the hard press of his dick against your bare thigh, showibg just how much power you held over him. even though he was clothed, you could feel him, feel the subtle way he rutted against you, seeking some kind of relief. it was subtle, but not enough to escape your notice. you never missed a beat—not when you danced, and certainly not now.

his hand traveled down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone before dipping into the neckline of your shirt. his touch was feather-light, teasing, and it had you squirming. his thumb brushed against the swell of your breast, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “what are you playing at, mark?” you whispered, the words thick and heavy with anticipation. you knew what he wanted—what he always wanted—but you liked hearing him say it. you liked the power that came with making him admit it.

mark’s smirk grew, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. “i wanna watch you cum,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very air around you. it was so blunt, so raw, that it stole your breath away. your cheeks flushed, and you felt the heat pool between your legs, your body already responding to his words. “want you to watch yourself cum,” he continued, his hand cupping your breast fully, squeezing it gently. “want you to see what i do to you, what only i can do to you.” his hand never left your tits, even as he flipped you over. it didn’t take much manpower to turn you onto your knees, your eyes now locked on your fucked-out reflection.

you whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut as his thumb circled your hardened nipple. his other hand slid down your stomach, teasing the waistband of your shorts, hinting at what was to come. the thought was overwhelming, but you didn’t dare stop him. instead, you leaned into his touch, letting his fingers play with the sensitive peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until you couldn’t take it anymore. “yeah,” you breathed, your voice shaky. “yeah, i want that, too.”

his hand slid lower, his fingertips dancing over the fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that had soaked through. the pressure grew, the anticipation a coil tightening in your belly. and when he finally dipped his fingers beneath the elastic, touching you, you thought you might shatter right then and there. his touch was electric, sending sparks shooting through your body as he began to stroke your clit, slow and methodical. “keep your eyes open,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “i wanna see your face when you come for me, baby. i wanna see every second of it, every twitch, every drop i coax out of you.”

his voice was a command, and your body obeyed. your eyes snapped open, meeting his in the mirror. his gaze was unwavering, a promise of what was to come, and you couldn’t look away. you watched as he worked you, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm that had you gasping for air, your thighs trembling as they slid past your sticky folds. you felt the heat building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. and when it did, it was like nothing you had ever felt before.

you threw your head back, a silent scream escaping your lips as the orgasm washed over you, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that seemed to drench every nerve ending. your body arched, your back bowing, as he continued to work you through it, his strokes never faltering. you felt your muscles clench around his fingers, desperate for more, even as your legs gave out and you collapsed against him. he held you up, his hands steady, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. he was needy, desperate for the way your swollen lips parted for him, the way your eyes glazed with tears at the feeling of his mere fingers fucking you open for him.

his touch was like fire, searing and intense, leaving no part of you untouched. your chest heaved with every breath, your eyes wide with shock and desire. and there you were, in the reflection, a picture of pure carnality—messy, wanton, and utterly exposed. your cheeks burned with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, but the thrill of it only served to make the moment more potent.

mark’s hand slid from your jaw, leaving it to hang slack as he stepped away from you, his eyes still glued to your reflection. your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breaths shallow and uneven as you watched him move behind you. you felt the cool air kiss your skin as he slid your panties down your legs, your knees shaking as they made contact with the floor. the sensation of being so bare, so open, was almost too much to handle.

his breath was hot against the back of your neck as he whispered, “now, watch me fuck you. i want you to see just how much i own you, how much you crave this, how much you need me to fill you up and make you scream my name. don’t look away, baby. not even for a second. this is just for us.” and with that, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock nudging against your wetness. your eyes remained locked on the mirror as he pushed inside you, inch by inch, filling you to the brim.

you watched as his muscles tensed, his face a mask of concentration and desire. his eyes never left yours in the reflection, holding you captive with a gaze that seemed to strip away every last shred of your modesty. the sensation was almost too much to handle—his cock stretching you open, the sound of your wetness, the feeling of his hands digging into your hips as he pulled you back onto him, harder, deeper. your eyes glazed over, the world around you narrowing to just the two of you and the rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

his thrusts grew more forceful, his hips slapping against your ass with a steady, punishing beat that had you gasping for air. your palms were flat on the mirror, slick with sweat, your body trembling with each impact. your cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, your mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. you could feel another orgasm building, the pressure building like a storm in your core. his hands spread your ass apart, his thumb digging into the tight hole as he leaned over to spit. his thumb spread his spit all over your clenching hole as he eased it into you, but his eyes never left the mirror. your eyes searched his in the mirror, pleading for relief, for the sweet release that hovered just out of reach as the sting from your ass being coaxed open mingled with the pleasure of him splitting your pussy in half.

mark’s grip tightened on your hips, his movements growing more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. “you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “so wet, so perfect for me. tell me how much you love it, baby. tell me how much you want me to fill you up, to make you cry.” his words were a dark symphony, a sweet torment that had your body singing in response. you felt your voice crack as you whispered, “yes, yes, i love it, i need it, please don’t stop, mark, please—”

his eyes never left yours, the intensity in them making your knees wobble. he leaned down, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he murmured, “you’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you? just like a good girl. i wanna feel it, wanna see it in those pretty eyes of yours. cum for me, baby, come on.” with the tip of his throbbing cock inside you, it was too much to resist. the coil of pleasure grew tighter, your muscles clenching around him, your body begging for more.

you watched in the mirror as he picked up the pace, his strokes growing deeper, more deliberate. every thrust sent a shock of pleasure through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the palms of your hands. your breasts bounced with the force of his movements, your nipples hard and sensitive. mark’s hand slid around your body, his fingers finding your clit, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly as he drove into you from behind, hips snapping against your the flesh of your ass, every movement catching light in the mirror.

you bit your lip to keep from crying out, the need to watch him fuck you too strong to break eye contact. your cheeks were stained with a deep blush, your eyes wide with lust and a hint of desperation. your breath came in pants, hitching in your throat with every thrust. his hand on your jaw was a constant reminder of his control, his dominance, and it only served to fuel the fire building inside you.

suddenly, the dam broke, and you were cumming, hard, the orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire. your eyes squeezed shut despite your best efforts, your body convulsing with pleasure as he pounded into you. you felt his grip tighten, his own release following close behind. the sound of his grunt, the feel of his hot breath on your neck, sent shivers down your spine. when he was finished, he pulled out slowly, the wet squelch of his sticky cum making you whine.

his hand remained on your jaw, keeping your head tilted up, your eyes on the mirror. he stepped back, letting you collapse onto the floor, your legs giving out beneath you. you were a mess—sweat-drenched, hair a tangled mess, and your makeup smeared. but in that moment, you had never felt more beautiful, more wanted, more alive.

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a/n: thank you for requesting, u seem like such a sweetheart! i hope this was okay!!

[cumyongie]

Markhyuck: *fighting*

Taeyong: What are they fighting about?

Doyoung, flipping through a magazine: They’ve been arguing about who’s surname they’ll take if they got married for about two hours.

Taeyong, confused: They have the same surname though?

Doyoung, closing the magazine: They have the same surname.

[cheonsajaemin]

[ 9:29 pm ] mark lays in your lap and tells you about his crazy experiences while he was on tour as you comb your fingers through his hair

[nishimuriki]

Jaehyun and Mark meeting for the first time

Jaehyun: Hey, kid, you got a name?

Mark, a socially awkward child: I do! *walks away*

[neosofthours]

Mark: *Staring at you*

You: *Blushing* Stop that.

Mark: *Still staring* Huh?

You: *Even more red* Just stop it.

Mark: *Confused* Like, breathing?

[lovsong]

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[boyfriendmarklee]

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