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locallixie · 2 years ago

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give me a kiss — mark

> summary . your boyfriend is a little shy to love you sometimes.

> genre . fluff, established relationship, boyfriend!mark, gn!reader

> warnings . minor language

(wc) > 1.9k

(sunny’s note) ☆ had a dream about this, almost cry when i woke up ‘cause it was just too cute.

Mark didn’t want any attention on him, none at all. He was laying low about your relationship, not saying too much or even anything about it to anyone. He didn’t go public, he didn’t want to go public. If someone were to find out, his response depended on how close he was to that person in question. If it was his friends, he would tell them that you and him were going out and refuse to farther elaborate. However if it was just an acquaintance, he would either straight-up deny the existence of your relationship or come up with an excuse to flee.

Of course, you were upset at him hiding you from people. Saying that you two were just friends, or making people forget that you and him were a ‘thing’ in the first place. Mark treated you like another one of his homeboy outside of the privacy of your own home. He did not initiate affection, he was too shy to hold your hand with the eyes of people looking left and right.

He would dap you up instead of kissing you when there were still people around, no hugs, no nothing. But you understood, if that was what your boyfriend want, then you’d act along with him. You didn’t want to force him into giving you affection, especially when it was outside and in the open for a bunch of strangers to stare at. You were touch-starved as hell, but you would always try your best to pull through for Mark.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled yourself into his chest. Your cheeks brushing against the rough fabric of his sweatshirt, his heart was already picking up its pace as soon as you touched him. No wonder he didn’t want you to be affectionate in public, he would most definitely explode or have an episode. If this was already how his body response to you being touchy in private, what would happen out in public then?

“Oh-um—do you need something, babe?” Mark asked, not too sure how to react to your behavior. He could feel himself starting to sweat, even though the air was blowing coldness through the AC unit. It was a mere feeling, he wasn’t going to actually sweat. But it was not any better though! He felt nauseous too, this weird sensation stirring up his internal organs. Was it excitement or embarrassment?

"No, I just feel like cuddling." You pulled him closer, hands rubbing against his abdomen. The sweatshirt as a barrier still didn't help with making him react neither negatively or positively. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel this type of way, he desperately wanted to feel comfortable with you too. However, it seemed that he could never when you touch him like that.

Choosing to love you was a dangerous idea, you were bad, bad for his poor heart. Mark sure did love you, though he didn’t express it too often, but he was head over heels. Sometimes it was all about the subtle things, how your hot fingers grazed against his coldness. Your soft lips brushing the skin on his neck, gently kissing the mole he has. It was the sparkles in your eyes that hooked him completely, they told him that you were happy to have him.

Mark began, "Hey, uh, you still want to come over to Jaemin's with me tonight? It's okay if you change your mind."

"Yeah, of course I still want to go. Why? Do you not want me to go?" You looked up at him, your brows furrowed a bit in confusion.

Turning his gaze to elsewhere, the guilt in him was stirring up as your eyes fixed on him. "No, it's just that we would be drinking a lot. And I don't want to be a burden, you know?" Mark was fairly well with handling his liquor, but in the unfortunate case of him getting drunk, you would have to be the one to take care of him. And that would be the biggest embarrassment in his life.

“Mark, it’s fine.” You held his hand, reassuring him that letting loose was okay. “I want you to have fun.”

You knew your boyfriend’s friends well enough to ask them for assistance if you needed, and you also knew your limit to stop. If he could let go of himself tonight and trust you, getting drunk would not be a problem. The worst case scenario was crashing at Jaemin’s place, which would be a bit of a hassle, but at least it was not out on the road under the influence of alcohol.

You already got dressed—in the same outfit you went out for coffee this morning. It was just going to Jaemin's for a fun night and not some crazy elaborate house party, there was no point of getting all dressed up in nice clothing than a fit of t-shirt and baggy jeans. Talking about being dressed up, there was a possibility of getting vomit on you if any of the others got too drunk, try negotiating with the dry-cleaners.

You arrived at Jaemin's place a tad later than expected, he lived farther into the city and it took around half an hour to unstuck your car from terrible traffics. How the hell was the traffics so bad on a Saturday night? Was there a social gathering that everyone was invited to but you?

One, two, or three cars parked in front of the driveway. Getting into lines with the others, Mark turned off the engine. Walking out with you to the front door, he didn't hold your hand but you could feel his fingers brushing against your palm. He wanted to, he wanted to oh-so badly but he could not bring himself into doing it.

“You made it! Come quick, Chenle brought this really fancy imported wine and we are getting fucked-up tonight!” Jaemin came out before the two of you could ring the bell on his door, scared you with all the energy that exuded from his voice.

He turned his eyes to you, “Hey, [Y/N], Mark finally have the balls to bring you along to one of our hangouts. Glad to have you!”

You knew already that Mark and his friends held hangouts and parties from time to time, he always left with the same old reason and never offered to bring you with him before. Hearing that coming from one of his friends, sounded like he had been talking about you to them for a while. It was a nice feeling, maybe even got your heart kicking around in your ribcage a bit.

“Mark, what took you so long? We’re starving and it’s all your fault.” Donghyuck blamed from his place on the couch.

“I told you idiots to eat without me, and we were stuck in traffics.” Mark replied, sitting down with you on a different couch. They probably waited for him, that was nice of them, but the food wouldn’t be as hot as it used to be a couple while ago.

The salmon was cooked fairly good for a guy who lived alone, it was juicy and well-seasoned—and it had been sitting out for some time. Plus, it went amazing with the wine that Chenle brought to the table. Mark seemed to love the dinner too, you saw his eyebrows lifting up a few centimeters each time he took another bite. You were going to one-up Jaemin, how could he have the audacity to cook better food for your boyfriend? Unacceptable, you shall declare war.

It must’ve been the alcohol in your system that got you all relaxed. It also fueled the touch-starved behavior in you, with your head almost in the clouds. you went to find your boyfriend in the other room. His back towards you, busy talking with the others. You wanted a kiss, just one kiss and you would be set for the night. Just one kiss and you promised to behave.

His body jumped slightly when he felt arms, from the corners of his eyes saw you hanging on his shoulders. His friends turned their attention to you too, stopping them mid-conversation. Mark was worried you might have accidentally hurt yourself or something, worse, begging for his attention! His heart was weak, and he known full-well you would take advantage of it.

Your voice, in a low enough volume to not be screaming but to only be heard by the circle of people you two were surrounded with. The moment you just said ‘fuck it’, “Babe, give me a kiss.”

He thought he would have the upper-hand since he foreseen you being affectionate as a way to get attention, but he guessed he miscalculated things. Plan A had failed, and no plan B to be expected. No! No mouth-to-mouth action could be done at a place like this, you were the cause of his downfall. Your persistence controlled you, your lips lingering around his sensitive skins, whining and almost crying to him for a single kiss.

"[Y/N], are you alright? Why are you acting like that? Are you drunk?" Tugging on his shirt, you refused to give up. You were getting a kiss and that was it, you weren't asking for too much, only one kiss from your boyfriend. He placed his hands behind your back, trying his best to hold you up so you wouldn't come crashing down and hurt yourself—though, you were the problem, you were technically pulling on him to get him closer to your lips.

The others offered no help, assholes, standing there and rooting with their big mouths. With you in his arms, both falling over backward onto the hard wooden flooring beneath. As a habit—or even a natural instinct—one of his hand flew to your head, shielding you from the wall behind.

"Babe, babe, babe! Answer me, are you okay?!" Mark panicked, calling out for you in a desperate manner. He shook your limp body in his hold, it reacted like a rag doll from how light-headed that dammed wine got you.

You were not okay, and a kiss would do the trick! Holding his face, feeling how hot and blushing you made him become. He felt like a heat pack, a warmth that you wanted to do nothing but stay in forever. Tears sliding from your eyes and off your face, lips pouting to manipulate him more.

"Can you kiss me? Please, Mark, just one kiss." You solicited.

In front of all his friends, wouldn't it be embarrassing? But, yes, he wished he had enough confidence to outwardly show you his love. And in a hard situation like this, he loved you too much to not not make you happy. You got what you want, he gave in. Pressing his lips against yours, calming down your cries. You heard faint cheers in the background, but you were too focused on his soft, sweet lips that made nothing audible.

You passed out soon after, but he was holding you in his arms the whole time you were unconscious. Of course, his friends teased him and telling him to get a room. But even if he tried, you would not let him go. You were all snuggled on his laps, leaving him with no chance of escape. You, on his laps, peacefully sleeping while he thought about how he was going to survive this cuteness. Oh, you were going to kill him someday.

“Shh, shut up, my baby’s sleeping.”

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donkey-hyuck · 1 year ago

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HBD :: lmk

“how could my day be bad when i’m with you? you’re the only one who gives me love.”

“so how can my day be bad? it’s a day for you.”

currently playing: bad - wave to earth

idol!mark x gn!reader

TW: food (cake) | profanity | unlucky reader (?)

a/n - happy mark day i’m so soft for him🥹

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to put in in honest words— this august second was one of the worst days of your life. everything at your job had gone wrong and you could feel every crevice that was filled with sweat as you ran around the office trying to make amends. it also didn’t help that it was mark lee’s birthday. of course, you’d much rather make amends on mark’s special day but he wasn’t going to be home until later.

you had actually been arranging such plans a week or so ago when they came back from tour. you know they are still really busy with promoting ‘istj’ but that didn’t stop you from practically begging on your knees in front of their manager. you just wanted this special day to celebrate your special boy.

the plan was to hold him back for two hours as the rest of the dreamies got to leave and pick up some catering, decorations, and the cake you had called for prior. this day was going to be perfect, you gaslit yourself as you found yourself stuck at the desk of your corporate job.

the minute you stepped off work grounds, you immediately texted jaemin and asked if they were on their way to pick up the things as you drove home as quick as you could to clean your shared apartment. the timing though was very unfortunate.

when you got home, you were met with an absolute mess. your cat had seemingly known that you were having a bad day and messed with almost everything in your apartment.

there were broken glasses in the kitchen from cups you had set out to dry before you stored them away, the vase that was sitting on the entryway of your home was now knocked down on the floor, your makeup was scattered and broken everywhere in your bedroom and bathroom, the pillows and blanket sitting on your couch had been slightly torn up, and your cat had decided at every moment to not use his litter box. this day was not getting any better and you definitely felt like crying. why does this have to happen on mark’s special day? you just wanted to do something nice for him to relax a little. but now it was all ruined.

you picked up every fiber of glass in the entryway and kitchen first, making sure no tiny piece was left behind. then you folded the blankets and pillows and placed them in the cupboard in your living room to hide them from your friends. next, you cleaned up the makeup that had found it’s way to the floor and stained the white floors of your bedroom and bathroom. curse these new and modern apartment buildings. and lastly, as you cleaned your cats droppings off the floor, you couldn’t help but to just cry. everything was a mess and you had already been cleaning your house for almost two hours.

and before you had the chance to finally be done cleaning the cat poop off the floor, the doorbell rung indicating the dreamies’ arrival. oh god, you thought.

as you opened the door, the six boys were met with the smell of febreeze and clorox wipes. of course, the had commented about it as well, “why does it smell so clean in here? and not in a good way,” said chenle, placing the snacks on the counter.

before anyone else had the chance to say something, you broke down crying again. you took the gloves off your hand and grabbed a few tissues before wiping away your tears. this made the boys worry about you as they made their ways closer to your body.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” asked jaemin.

you told them the whole shabang and they felt sorry that you had to deal with everything all alone. so instead of you worrying about everything being perfect, the boys made you go to the bathroom to freshen up as they finished cleaning your apartment and set up the food, plates, and decorations for mark’s big surprise.

you honestly didn’t trust their cleaning skills but they ushered you to get in the shower to help you relax a bit. but there was still a bit of anxiety in you even after you got out.

“there’s just one problem, y/n,” said jisung, scratching the back of his neck. “they kinda spelled mark’s name wrong. they put m-o-r-k.” he emphasized the ‘o.’

you let out a frustrated sigh and wiped your face with your hand. you wanted this day to be over already. you could spend it with mark on another day, right?

“it’s fine, jisung. clearly people don’t know how to do their jobs correctly and listen,” you sighed, “but it’s the least of my worries right now. i just want the rest of the night to go by peacefully and happily.”

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when their manager let the boys leave the studio early (except mark) he was confused and frustrated all at once. it was his birthday. how could his manager do that to him? but he was obedient and went to the meeting. which was pointless, by the way. mark knew it, but he didn’t know it was to just pass the time as his lover and his friends got together to surprise him for his big day.

he’s turning twenty-four. it still shocks him to think that.

when he finally got to go home, he texted you that he was on his way back and just wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. when he reached his home, he noticed the light in the apartment were off except for maybe the tv or some blue l.e.d. lights and thought nothing of it.

but when he hung his keys on the key holder in the entryway, and took off his shoes, he noticed some of his members shoes messily placed on the ground.

when he entered through the door the first thing he says is, “babe? are the boys here?”

the only answer he got was “surprise” by yourself and the boys in question.

you could see his eyes light up as your friends popped out from their hiding spots with glow sticks in hand and confetti poppers now on the floor.

the smile on his face is one you’d remember forever. he’s looking at the people he loved the most and spending his birthday with the people he loved the most. the boys were all blocking you from him as mark pushed pass them to finally lock his eyes on you.

“happy birthday.” your response from him was a hug. the tightest hug he could have possibly ever given to you. he hides his face in your neck and whispers millions of “thank you’s” and “i love you’s.”

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the party is spent well. and you almost forget about the first half of the day where everything and everyone was getting on your last nerve. that was until he whisked you away from the main party and locked you in the bathroom with him and he asked how your day was.

“honestly, it was absolutely fucking terrible. nothing was going according to plan. my work fucked me up, the car fucked me up, even the cake is fucked up. but i’m better now. thanks to you. and the boys. they all came to my savior when i was on my last straw…. i couldn’t wait to see you,” you mumbled in his chest as he swayed you back and forth.

“it’s better now, though. now that i’m with you,” you lifted your head as he boyishly giggles and kisses you like his life depended on it.

“what about you? you haven’t told me yet,” you smiled, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“mine is better too, now. when they left earlier i was so pissed you have absolutely no idea. and they made me sit through a meeting alone. for two hours,” he whined and scrunched his eyes just thinking about it.

“but you’re here with me and i’m ending my birthday with the best people in my life.” he held you against his chest once more, swaying you again.

“yeah… my day can’t be bad anymore, it’s a day for you. happy birthday my love.” you leaned up and placed the gentlest kiss against his jaw and rested your head on his chest again.

this was perfect.

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naviers-stuff · 2 years ago

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- Mark Lee and the rainy mood . . . ค ֗ ִ 🍓 ː ›

#mark lee #mark nct #nctzen #nct #nct u mark #moodboard nct #moodboard marklee #nct dream #mark nct 127 #nct 127 #aesthetic #moodboard aesthetic #vintage #black moodboard #aesthetic icons #mark layouts #kpop #icons #mark

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living-in-5hinee-world · 1 year ago

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Taemin doing Guilty challenge with NCT Taeyong and Mark

#shinee #taemin #lee taemin #shinee taemin #nct #nct 127 #nct u #taeyong #lee taeyong #nct taeyong #nct 127 taeyong #nct u taeyong #mark #mark lee #nct mark #nct 127 mark #nct u mark

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chwepunk · 2 years ago

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☆｡･:*:･★｡･:*:･｡☆

#bella ramsey #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie miller #vernon #seventeen #mark lee #nct moodboard #nct dream #nct u mark #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #spotify #dina tlou #ellie the last of us #moodboard #icons #headers

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jiwoongsstuff · 2 years ago

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- boys don’t cry ❤️

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lovelyhdff · 2 years ago

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Let’s play ball

Yo you’re my Universe

I know what you want 눈을 뜨는 나의 Universe

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defm0on · 2 years ago

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yuta is so whipped for mark it's almost embarrassing

he's just like us but with (a lot) more privileges

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erene-e · 2 years ago

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#funny #funny content #memes #meme #best memes #funnymemes #humor #dankest memes #kpop #kpop boys #kpop memes #nct mark #nct u #nct u mark #nct 127 #nct dream #kpop funny

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lilianrennifer · 1 year ago

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Jisung: Do you think Mark hyung thinks in korean? 🤔

YangYang: Maybe he thinks in english? 🤷🏻

Xiaojun looking at Mark aggressively trying to fry an egg: 🍳 Bold of you to assume he thinks at all!😳

#incorrect kpop quotes #kpop incorrect quotes #nct u #nct u incorrect quotes #nct u yangyang #nct u xiaojun #nct u mark #nct u jisung

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saebaragi · 2 years ago

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the reason why I can't get a job is because mark lee is taking all of them

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the-elysianfields · 2 years ago

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i refuse to conceive of a reality in which this man is not mine because I am absolutely down bad atrociously and ferverently for him- sonnets can be written just on how cute he is.

-sincerely, a delulu markf

#nct dream #nct #nct mark #nct 127 #lee minhyuk #mark lee #nct u mark #kpop #kpop bg

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sweetiesicheng · 2 years ago

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mark - bakery

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"y/n, could you take this customer's order? i need to move all of the bags of flour," your co-worker, taeyong, spoke as he walked into the kitchen from behind the counter.

"got it," you spoke and cleaned your hands. you went to the front of the store and saw a guy looking at pastries in one of the display cases. "hi, what would you like?" you greeted.

the guy stood up straight, "could i get two cheesecakes and a chocolate cake?" he pointed to the mini cakes in the display case.

"of course," you spoke. you opened the case and took out the requested items. you put the cakes on the counter where the register was. "anything else?" you asked him.

"i'll take a cup of coffee," he answered. you turned around and grabbed an empty cup. you poured coffee into the cup.

"cream and sugar?" you asked.

"sure," he replied.

you put cream and sugar into the coffee and mixed the contents. you put a lid on top of the coffee and turned around.

"y/n! can you put these cakes out?" taeyong yelled from the back.

"i will in a second," you responded. "will that be all?" you asked the customer.

"yea," he nodded his head.

you rang up his order and he handed you a credit card to pay with. you swiped the card and returned the card with a receipt to him.

"thanks."

"you're welcome. have a nice day," you said. you turned around and headed into the kitchen, where you saw a few trays of desserts that needed to be put out. you picked up one tray and went back to the front of the store.

as you placed more cakes in the display case, you saw the guy who ordered the three cakes sitting at one of the tables. he had a notebook out on the table and was tapping a pencil against the notebook while drinking his coffee. he scribbled something done but then sighed. in defeat, he started eating one of the mini cheesecakes.

you finished putting the desserts out and went back into the kitchen. you put the empty, metal tray on a baking rack. taeyong passed by while carrying another sack of flour. "do you need help?" you asked him.

"no, that was the last one," he mentioned and placed the sack where the other ones were. he brushed his hands off with his apron to get rid of any flour that had gotten on him. "are the pound cakes done yet?" he asked.

you walked over to one of the ovens and looked through the window. "they haven't risen all the way up yet, and the timer says eighteen more minutes."

"ight."

you walked out the front and walked around the counter with a towel and a small bucket of water. you cleaned the display cases and tided up the counter space.

you peeked behind your shoulder and saw the guy still eating the first cheesecake. he looked very frustrated as he scribbled something into his notebook again, but he marked out whatever he had just written. you noticed him drink the rest of his coffee, so you decided to make him another cup.

you walked behind the counter and put the bucket and towel in the kitchen before making another cup of coffee. you mixed cream and sugar into the coffee and walked out again. you walked up to the guy and placed the cup next to one of his cakes.

"huh?" the guy looked up.

"you look like you could use another cup," you said to him.

he smiled, "thanks."

"whatcha struggling with?" you asked out of curiosity.

he looked down at his notebook, which was covered in writing that had been crossed out. "i'm trying to write...to write lyrics," he answered, "but i can't come up with anything decent."

"i'm sure you can think of something. good luck," you smiled at him.

he smiled back, "thanks."

you walked behind the counter and into the kitchen. taeyong made pastries while you looked at another oven.

"are you making more cakes?" you asked.

"i'm just trying out the new recipe the company sent us," taeyong mentioned.

you heard the bell at the door ding and looked through the doorway to see more customers. "there's more customers," you mentioned.

"i'll come help you, then," taeyong said and quickly cleaned his hands. both of you went to the front and served the customers.

after all of the customers received their orders, you organized the display cases again.

"hey y/n, you can go ahead and take off. jaemin said he'll be here soon," taeyong said to you as he cleaned one of the drink machines.

"don't i need to make donuts?" you asked him.

"nah, jaemin will do it. he said he wanted to try making donuts with jam in the middle," taeyong replied. "go ahead and leave. you worked for a long time today."

"okay, thanks taeyong. i'll see you tomorrow," you said to him. he nodded his head and continued cleaning.

you walked into the kitchen while untying your apron. you put the apron in your backpack and put your backpack on. you walked back out of the kitchen and opened one of the display cases.

"i'm taking a cheesecake," you mentioned.

"it's coming out of your pay," taeyong said to you as you closed the case.

"i know, i know," you grabbed a plastic fork and held the cake and fork with one hand. "bye taeyong."

"see ya later."

you walked out and headed out of the bakery.

"hey."

you saw the customer from earlier leaning against what you assumed was his car.

"hi," you smiled.

"heading out?" he asked.

"yea, i'm done with my shift," you mentioned and walked up to him.

"how would you feel if we went to the park and we jam out to the lyrics i wrote while eating cake?" he asked.

you smiled at him, "i think i'll take you up on that offer."

"i'm mark," he introduced himself.

"i'm y/n."

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