#spec's yeri

[yougotthatbilly]

not used to it

→ member: mark lee → genre: fluffy bits | slight angst | smut | (use of drugs and underage drinking) → playlist: make it work x majid jordan, in my feelings x kehlani, addiction x doja cat, easy x danileigh → word count: 15k  ↳ summary: you always catch mark staring at you like you put the stars in the sky yourself and then feelings get involved

“Who is that?”

You lazily lift your head off of Jaehyun’s shoulder to look at who Yuta is pointing at. There’s a small group of guys studying a few tables away from the table your group is sitting at. They all have on collared shirts, their hair neatly styled out of their faces, and they all look really focused. You shrug.

“I dunno,” you mumble disinterestedly, resting your temple back on Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Who are you pointing to?” Jaehyun speaks up, tuning in late because his new fling is whining through text due to the fact he hadn’t had time to text her all day until now. You roll your eyes at the sad faces and dragged out words you see before he locks his phone, imagining her nasally voice actually dragging his name out. “Which one?”

“Blondie on the right.”

“Oh, that’s Winwin.”

Yuta’s brow ticks up. “You know him?”

“Yeah. We’re cool.” His statement causes everyone else’s eyebrows to lift. “What?”

“You actually have friends that aren’t the five of us?”

Jaehyun throws a fry at Yeri.

“Anyway.” He glares before turning his attention back to Yuta. “Why? You wanna know him?” he smirks.

Yuta gets this glint in his eye whenever he’s challenged by someone or is interested in someone, and as soon as Jaehyun said he knew the Winwin guy the glint appeared. Yuta smirks, and all you can do is shake your head because you know what his plan is. You’ve all seen this happen many, many times.

“If you’re gonna approach him, you might not want to do your usual,” Jaehyun advises. “I witnessed Taeil try and it ended tragically.” ­­

Yuta scoffs. He’s got the biggest ego you’ve ever come across. His confidence is so high you can’t even reach it. He is very good looking and can be quite charming though, if the fact that only two out of the fifty interests he’s approached in the timespan you’ve been cool with him rejected him says anything.

“Seriously. Try a gentler approach. Walking up to him and being greasy isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Then what should I do?” Yuta asks with an eye roll.

“Invite him to the kickback,” Taeyong suggests absentmindedly, too focused on the game he’s playing on his phone to fully engage in the conversation. Jaehyun agrees with him.

“What if you invite him since you know him, then I make my move tomorrow night?”

You tune out the rest of the conversation, too tired to even pretend to care anymore. Ten seems to be in the same boat, with how his cheek is in his palm and he’s on his phone, having not paid attention to the matter at all. Jaehyun is warm and smells good and his arm around you is comforting. You got three hours of sleep last night. You don’t care about Yuta’s new interest. He is a cutie, though. But just as your breathing starts to even out Jaehyun lightly taps your hip, signaling that you’re leaving now. After putting your plates in the back, you head to the group of unsuspecting guys.

“Winwin! Hey,” Jaehyun starts, voice low so he doesn't frighten the blond. All of the boys’ heads snap up at his voice.

“Oh, hey Jaehyun,” Winwin smiles tensely, eyeing the group of you hovering, some of you paying attention to the interaction, some of you not. Taeyong and Ten are on the latter side. “What’s up?”

“We’re having a kickback tomorrow night and I was wondering if you guys wanted to come along,” Jaehyun gets to the point, smiling that smile that can persuade any- and everyone.

In the midst of combing your hair out of your face, you meet the eyes of the youngest looking guy with specs resting on the bridge of his nose. His eyes widen when you catch his gaze and don’t look away, his cheeks noticeably getting pink. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Cute.

“A kickback?” Winwin questions.

“Yep. Just us and a few other people. It’s been a while since we’ve chilled and I still owe you that bottle from that bet.”

Jaehyun, that smooth motherfucker.

Winwin looks around at those who he’s seated with, silently asking if that’s something they’d be interested in. From the corner of your eye you see shrugs and nods, but the boy you’ve been having a silent stare off with doesn’t catch on to Winwin’s question. “Mark?”

He jumps at the call of his name and quickly gives his attention to his friend. “Huh?”

“You wanna come to our kickback?” You ask before Winwin can fill him in on what he missed. You can feel the well-masked looks of surprise you get from your friend group at your participation, but you couldn’t help yourself. The kid was asking for it with how he lost brain cells at the sight of you.

Mark blinks up at you before doing the same as Winwin did prior, looking to his friends to help him answer your question. And when they all nod and widen their eyes at him to tell him to hurry the fuck up and answer you, he meekly nods.

“Sure,” he says in a small voice.

“Cool!” Jaehyun claps. “I’ll send you the time and address soon. See you guys later,” he ends off with that smile of his.

They all mumble their goodbyes, still looking confused as to why the hell they just got invited.

“See you, Mark,” you smirk, catching his eye once more before you turn around and leave with the rest of your friends. His stare burns your back until you round the corner, out of sight.

“What the fuck was that?” Yuta asks, confused yet amused. You hum in question. “‘See you, Mark,’” he repeats, exaggeratedly fluttering his lashes and waving prettily.

“The kid literally froze at the sight of me,” you snort. “I couldn’t not fuck with him.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Winwin is coming because all of his friends are coming,” you roll your eyes. “You should be thanking my cute ass.”

Yuta hitting your arm excitedly is what snaps you out of the trance you got into from playing with Taeyong’s bony fingers.

“What, man?”

“He’s here,” he points into the distance. “Oh my god, he looks good.”

It takes a few blinks for your eyes to focus on the blond-haired male that’s walking in. It takes another few for you to realize only one of his other four friends actually came. Jaehyun is greeting them, leading the males towards the living room where you and half of the other people in Taeyong’s apartment are.

As they get closer to you, Yuta and Taeyong on the couch, you see the shorter one’s nose crinkle up. You snort.

Jaehyun starts introducing the three of you to them and you all interact differently: you nod when they say hi, Taeyong welcomes them to his home, and Yuta smiles charmingly.

“Do you guys want a drink? I can get you something.” Yuta asks, standing up.

Donghyuck nods instantly and Winwin takes a little longer to respond, having to take a moment to analyze Yuta. “Sure. I’ll go with you.”

You pat the cushion next to you when the kid is left standing there looking around dumbly.

“You can sit, we don’t bite.” He keeps a mindful distance between his legs and your own, making you laugh again. “Not your scene, huh kid?”

“Not… exactly. But I’d rather be here than studying on a Friday night.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Taeyong asks, leaning over you to talk to Donghyuck.

“Jeno and Renjun are on their way. I don’t know if Mark is coming or not.”

“Bummer,” you sigh exaggeratedly. “I was looking forward to seeing him.”

-- 

Winwin looks like he wants to fight Yuta. You don’t blame him either because you kind of want to sock him in the jaw so you don’t have to witness him openly gushing over Winwin and being gross. You’re no stranger to seeing Yuta bust moves on his latest interests, but this is some other shit. He has the biggest case of heart eyes ever, he doesn’t understand the concept of personal space with how he’s had his arm around Winwin’s shoulders since they sat down, and he won’t stop showering the poor blond in compliments.

You’ve never seen a non-smoker accept a blunt so fast.

Yuta coos when Winwin chokes after taking his first hit, receiving a glare that makes you snort. You like him. You also like Donghyuck and his snarky, sarcastic ways. He’s been muttering in your ear the whole time, talking the utmost trash about Yuta and even Jeno because the latter is so shy and quiet, blinking at everything around him. He eventually calms down when you make a trip to the kitchen and come back with wine coolers for the youngins, though, and you almost swoon at the smile he gives you when he thanks you.

Everyone's a little buzzed from either alcohol, nicotine, weed, or all of the above, and to your surprise, everyone is meshing well. Something tells you that if Winwin truly hated the attention he was getting that he would’ve peaced out long ago. Taeyong takes an instant liking to Renjun and they’re in their own little world talking about who knows what, Donghyuck would rather throw up than to take a hit of the blunts being passed around so you give him your juul for the night.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder if Mark would’ve fit into the group as easily.

“I think he likes me.”

Jaehyun laughs while Taeyong agrees in a very fake manner.

“Dude, he kinda hates you,” you inform him as you all walk into the caf. Yuta rolls his eyes and goes on to talk about how good Winwin smells and how deep his voice is and once again, you tune out of the conversation and let your eyes wander aimlessly on the way to a table. Mark is sitting alone at a booth near the back of the caf with his nose is a math book, presumably waiting for his friends if the other bookbags at the table say anything.

Without a word you walk away from the group.

“Hey,” you greet him as you sit in front of him. You raise an eyebrow at the way he flinches hard as hell and drops his book in the process. “You good?”

“Y-yeah. I just didn’t expect you,” Mark explains. He clears his throat, looking around the cafeteria as if he thinks suddenly everyone is watching your interaction. “What’s, uh, what’s up?”

“You didn’t come Friday.”

He blinks dumbly for a second. “Oh! Uh, yeah. I couldn’t get out of something.”

“Bummer. I was looking forward to seeing you.”

“Really?” Mark asks skeptically.

“Your friends had a good time, you probably would’ve, too.”

Speaking of his friends, Donghyuck slides in next to you and Jeno next to Mark. Jeno has the sweetest smile on his face when you make eye contact and Donghyuck throws an arm over your shoulders. Mark looks at the arm around you warily.

“She’s right,” Donghyuck backs you up. “It was way better than spending Friday nights studying or playing video games with you losers.”

Jeno rolls his eyes, takes a moment to think, then shrugs and says, “True.”

“When’s the next one?” Donghyuck asks with excitement.

“Next weekend,” you answer, looking dead at Mark. “Wanna come?” Jeno and Donghyuck answer with enthusiastic nods, not realizing your question was mostly directed towards Mark. And the latter nods a lot more hesitantly, but his answer is affirmative regardless. “Don’t flex this time, kid.”

He doesn’t flex this time. There’s even an extra person with them.

Mark is still wearing a white polo, but his khakis and Sperry’s are replaced with dark jeans and Nikes. Not bad.

Your cousin lets them in without a thought, smiling widely and welcoming them to his home. Jeno smiles right back at Johnny and introduces himself as the other four make a beeline over to where you, Jaehyun, and Yeri are lounging.

“Your boyfriend is here,” Yeri smiles wickedly.

“Ha-ha,” you mutter from behind your cup.

Once again Jaehyun is all smiles when greeting the guests. Donghyuck introduces the new guy as Jaemin, and the latter smiles at everyone, but when he gets to you, he winks. To stop a look of disgust from showing on your face, you move your gaze to Mark. You scoot a little closer to Yeri to make room for some of them on the couch, patting the cushion beside you all while still looking at Mark. You catch the breath he takes before sitting beside you, leaving an even bigger gap between you than Hyuck did last time.

“Surprised you came.”

“Ah,” he scratches the back of his neck. “My schedule was clear this time.”

“You drink?” You don’t really expect him to nod. “What do you like?”

“White wine.”

You do kind of expect that answer from him, though. Your lips go thin in order for you to not laugh at his response. “You’re not gonna get that here, kid. There’s Everclear, Crown, Hpnotiq, Henny, and Tequila.”

His brows furrow and he goes silent.

“Come with me.”

He follows you into the kitchen silently. When you turn towards him after pouring him a sip of Hpnotiq, you realize he’s taller than you thought he’d be. He doesn’t tower over you, but you still have to look up to meet his eye.

“This has the weakest taste of alcohol,” you explain to him as he sniffs what’s in the cup. “Doesn’t burn going down.”

He looks mildly disgusted when he swallows the drink, then he smacks his lips a couple times.

“That’s not too bad…”

You fill his red cup halfway, and before he can get his mouth back on it, you grab his hand to stop him. He flinches hard as hell at the contact. “Sip it slow.”

He listens and waits patiently as you pour everyone else drinks, just in case they want something.

“None of you are 17 or younger, right?” You probably should have asked that earlier, but a blunt already went into rotation since the kickback started.

“Nope.”

“Alright, cool,” you hand him a couple of cups and tilt your head in the direction of the living room.

The kids are very grateful, a chorus of thank you’s going around while Winwin nods his head in gratitude, Yuta already by his side on the parallel couch.

“Um,” Mark says from your side. “How old are you?”

“How old are you?” you ask back.

Mark blinks at the lack of an answer you give him, but answers you nonetheless. “20”

“22.” His mouth forms a surprised ‘o.’ “What?”

“You’re younger than I thought.”

“And you’re older than I thought,” you snort. “Do I look old?”

“No, no!” He almost spills his drink trying to shake his hands, afraid he offended you. “You just carry yourself like you’re older.”

“I’m not offended,” you snort. That’s definitely you get a lot. 

“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Yuta decides to cut in, turning everyone’s attention towards the pair of you. Mark’s eyes go wide and his ears and cheeks go a deep red. “Share with the class, yeah?”

“He said if he sees you fawn over something as simple as Winwin blinking again, that he’s gonna throw up,” you smile threateningly. 

“I agree.” Donghyuck pretends to gag. “It’s gross—”

“But it’s not gross when you do it to Mark though, huh?” comes Renjun’s interjection and Mark manages to get even redder. You tried to help him but Renjun’s comment seemingly makes everything worse and now Donghyuck and Renjun are bickering in the same manner Ten and Yeri do. You kind of zone out of the conversation after one of them tries to drag Jaemin into it and Yeri starts instigating. You take Jaehyun’s drink and smile at the glare he gives you, looking him dead in his eyes as you gulp down his Henny. You blow him a kiss in lieu of a thank you.

“Wanna go to the balcony?” you mutter in Mark’s ear.

There’s a chorus of childish ooo’s when the two of you get up and walk away.

“You smoke?” you ask him once the two of you make it outside and sit down. Mark shakes his head as you spark up. “I’d get used to the teasing that comes along with being cool with me.”

“Is there a reason for it?” Mark asks hesitantly.

“Most of them are involved so they want me to be too, but I’m not really the relationship type of person,” you explain with a shrug. “Just don’t react and they’ll eventually leave you alone.”

“I’ll try. I still react to Hyuck after spending half of my life with him, though.”

“I’m guessing you two are the closest,” you voice your observation from his comment and earlier’s situation.

Mark nods. “I love him but I’m glad we couldn’t be roommates.”

“I understand. I’d die for Jaehyun, but I’d rather die than live with him,” you scoff.It gets silent for a while aside from the music playing inside. Just you smoking and Mark finishing his drink. His eyes are glued to his cup, so he doesn’t notice when you start observing him. His shoulders aren’t high like they were earlier, showing he’s gotten a little more comfortable around you. His nails are short—but not stubby—and they’ve been lightly scratching the sides of his plastic cup for a good minute now. “Not much of a talker, huh?”

“Not really,” he chuckles. “Especially not around new people I hardly have anything in common with yet.”

Not much of a talker, but definitely a pretty straightforward guy.

“Would you look at that, there’s already something we have in common,” you chuckle, bringing a shy smile to Mark’s face. You put your blunt out halfway to save the rest for later. You mostly brought him outside to get him out of the hotseat and he seems better now, so you ask him: “You ready to go back inside or you wanna what other similarities we have?”

“We can stay out here,” he says, voice going shy. “I do want a refill, though.”

You get him that refill and continue your conversation. It lasts for another twenty minutes because the wind starts picking up and you can hear Yeri and Donghyuck screaming your name. You feel like everything that needs to be discussed during your first sit down with someone is covered, he seems the slightest bit more comfortable with you, and you can see the two of you being friends. An instant click type of moment that probably could have lasted the rest of the night if it weren’t for your needy friends. You’re sure this moment could pick back up easily sometime in the near future, so you’re not tripping about it.

“You called?” you say in lieu of a greeting when back inside of the warm apartment.

“I missed you,” Yeri pouts. You look at her in mild disgust. “You abandoned me for little Markie Pooh.” Mark looks at her in pure disgust.

“And you called?” you ask Donghyuck.

“I got lonely. Jaemin is up Jaehyun’s ass and Jaehyun is basking in the attention.” Everyone’s attention goes to the pair to see them laughing it up in their own little world in the seats behind the couch. They didn’t even notice the two of you come in. “Everyone else went to get food and Yeri keeps yelling at me, calling me a demon Gemini.”

You hold your snort in, but you and Yeri share a look. “Yeri, stop being mean to the airhead.”

“I’m not airheaded!” he pouts.

“That’s not what she meant, Hyuck,” Mark says with a shake of his head. Astrology was in that conversation outside. It’s always nice to meet a guy who has basic knowledge of astrology beyond what his sign is. Yeri’s face shows she’s impressed.

“It’s okay,” you coo, sitting next to Donghyuck and messing his hair up purposefully by running your fingers through it. “You’re still my favorite.”

“Really?!” he perks up.

“Duh. I like you more than Yeri.”

“You like him more than Jaehyun?” Yeri asks with a grin, not the slightest bit offended.

That definitely gets Jaehyun’s attention, and in .5 seconds he’s got you in a gentle chokehold. “Sorry kid, no one comes before me. Isn’t that right, my love?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, reciprocating the affection by rubbing his arm but locking eyes with a certain newcomer. “Someone might be coming for your spot.”

Donghyuck lets out a victorious yes while Mark smiles to himself.

“Can I get on this favorite’s list?” comes Jaemin from behind you, voice dripping in something you’re definitely not interested. He makes his way to the spot next to you before you give him a pointed look that makes him change direction and sit next to Yeri instead. 

“I’d stop while you’re ahead if I were you,” Jaehyun snorts obnoxiously in your ear. 

Donghyuck stares at you in disbelief. 

“What the hell just happened?”

“You just got your ass handed to you, kid,” you explain, smugly crossing your arms and sitting back in your seat as you complete the second to last phase of Phase 10.

“I don’t understand,” Renjun says slowly, confused. “You just… now you’re… how?!”

Simple. You had a bad set of cards and bad luck the first two phases then got lucky. That typically happens with this game. Jaehyun, Yeri, and Ten aren’t the least bit surprised and they watch everyone else’s reactions, amused.

“After all these years I still haven’t found something she isn’t good at,” Jaehyun coos, tickling your chin. You bask in the praise, blowing him a kiss.

“Because there isn’t anything,” you retort with a hair flip.

You feel a pair of eyes on you for a while as you shuffle the cards for the next phase of the game, so while you cut the deck, you meet them with your own. It’s Mark. It’s typically Mark. 

You raise a brow at him as you start passing cards to everyone.

Mark just shakes his head with a gentle smile and gathers his cards.

You get to the tenth phase and run out of cards before everyone else and win the game, as expected. Jaehyun is right behind you, surprisingly followed by Renjun. You winning the game means you get to choose the movie you all watch before everyone disburses.

The table is cleared of cards and glasses, the lights are turned off, and everyone gets comfortable either a couch or pillows on the floor. You choose to watch Uncut Gems because you heard that it fucks with your head, and you figured it’s the type of movie to keep this group of different personalities’ interest. On the bigger couch of the two in your living room, you’re sandwiched between Jaehyun and Yeri, the latter’s head on your shoulder.

Jaehyun apparently is having a hard time keeping up with the plot, so every once in a while, he whispers into your ear any questions he has because he knows you wouldn’t mind answering them if you understand what’s going on compared to Taeyong on his right, who gets annoyed when people ask him questions about a film he’s also watching for the first time (you lowkey don’t blame him but Jaehyun’s pretty aloof sometimes so you give him the benefit of the doubt).

“What the hell is even happening?” Jaehyun snorts.

“He owes money, and while he has the money, he’s trying to find ways to make even more by betting on games and players and shit, and the people he owes are tired of his shit.”

“What even is this movie?”

“If you let me watch it, I might be able to give you an answer,” you say with a dry smile that’s wiped right off your face when Jaehyun puts you in a gentle headlock, disrupting Yeri’s peace. 

“If you wouldn’t have put on this confusing ass movie, I wouldn’t have so many questions,” he playful growls into your ear as to not disrupt everyone else’s peace.

“Quit being gross,” Yeri hisses, both because she’s clearly interested in the movie and because her comfortable position is being tampered with.

“Sorry, baby,” you coo quietly, caressing the side of her face.

It’s not until all of you have focused back on the movie that you feel that same feeling from earlier, and it’s Mark once again from the other couch. The light from the television ahead gives you enough lighting for him to see you point to the kitchen, and after telling those next to you that you’ll be right back, you get up and walk to the kitchen. Mark understands and follows.

“You okay?” you whisper, leaning forward on the counter. “You’re giving me weird vibes.”

“I just have a lot on my mind and my head’s been killing me,” Mark replies simply. “Thought coming here would ease my thoughts but not really.”

“Wanna talk about it? I’ve been told I’m a great therapist.”

Mark smiles at that. “I’ll figure it out but thank you. And thanks for having us.”

“You guys can come over whenever,” you wave a dismissive hand at him. “If you ever want to get together for movie night you can come here, Yeri will cook a big ass feast with no problem. And if you want to talk, I got you.”

He nods, his brows no longer furrowed like he’s thinking too hard about something. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good. I’m gonna stay in here for a while because Jaehyun asks too many questions.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Mark smiles, getting comfortable on a barstool.

“Want some tea and a temple massage?” 

Mark seems to malfunction before he slowly nods his head. You don’t think much of it, you just put enough water for the two of you into the tea kettle, place it on the stove, and wash your hands before you walk back in front of him while you wait for the stove to bring the water to a boil. He goes cross-eyed at how close you get and flinches when you lift your hands up to his face.

“Relax, I don’t have the cooties.”

“I-I wouldn’t really mind catching your cooties,” Mark admits, seemingly without thinking because when his words register in his mind, his cheeks go red and he looks pretty damn embarrassed.

“Bold statement for someone who’s been slowly backing away from my touch the moment I got in front of them.” You wait for him to straighten back out in his seat after he’s realized he’s leaned back quite a bit. “Do you want me to rub your temples or not?”

“I do,” he sits up in a flash. “Sorry. I’m just... yeah. Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Just close your eyes,” you instruct, finally placing a couple fingertips on either side of his face. You let him just adjusted to the pressure and temperature of your touch before moving them in a circular motion, first going clockwise, then switching directions after he’s relaxed to the point of slouching in his seat. “How we feelin’?”

“I could die happily right now.”

The kettle then whistles for your attention, breaking the trance you put Mark in and causing him to jump. If it weren’t for the fact it’s an annoying sound and you have a living room full of people diligently watching a movie, you’d ignore it for his sake.

“That typically feels better when someone else does it, but if you get some lavender oil and do it yourself you’ll have the same effect as taking an aspirin,” you inform Mark as you turn the stove off and prepare the tea. “Honey or sugar?”

“A lot of honey, please.”

You squirt honey into your cups, add the tea bags, then pour the water into them and bring the mugs in front of Mark. 

“Feel better?” you ask as the two of you wait for the tea bags to do their thing. He looks a lot better.

“I think so?” he asks more than states. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.”

“You’re staring, kid.”

Mark blinks out of his daze with a jump. “Sorry.”

You tilt your head. One would think that after being called out by you so much after all this time he’d think to be better at controlling his facial expressions in order to not be so easy to read. But at the same time, that little hazy look in his eyes and what exactly he was staring at whispers that he wants you to know what’s on his mind without him having to speak up on it because he’s nowhere near bold enough to tell you of his desires.

With a lazy hand, you beckon him over to your side of the couch. And when he’s by your side, bottle clenched tightly in his grasp with nervousness clearly emitting off of his body, you grant him his wish. 

“Go ahead.”

“Huh?”

“I said go ahead. You know you’re easy to read.”

He very audibly gulps when he finally processes what you say, and you prompt him further with a raised brow. 

“I’m not following?” he practically asks.

“Yes, you are, Mark.”

He looks around nervously. “Here? In front of everyone?”

It’s the typical kickback where your now-combined group gets together every or every other weekend, you want to say, but you know it’s his nerves talking, so you just gesture “everyone” around who is not paying the slightest bit of attention to either of you. The way he silently yet visibly hypes himself up after understanding your silent reassurance is cute, like he’s been waiting for this moment for the longest and now that it’s finally presented, he can’t fuck this up. With one more glance at his surroundings, he leans in with slowly closing eyes until the tips of your noses touch and pauses at the contact. You give him a couple of seconds before just tilting your head up and pecking his lips. And from then, you can feel his hesitation slip away with how his body loses tension and the stiff presses of his lips becoming more natural. Mark’s lips are soft and gentle and aside from the liquor he’s been sipping on, you taste the watermelon Carmex he uses when he pulls away and you lick your lips.

“Uh,” Mark says intelligently with his eyes still closed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” you chuckle.

His eyes snap open. “Really?”

And just because you know that simply saying yes will still leave him questioning, you give him a final chaste kiss before patting his thigh and standing up. 

Mark shows up a good ten minutes later when you’re five seconds away from falling asleep in Taeyong’s bed while watching the Food Network.

“Hey, uh— “

You lift the blanket up and it takes a few seconds for him to get the memo and crawl into bed next to you. He has this glossy look in his eyes that you’re sure means he had a shot or three in the time you disappeared and right now he looks like he’s having the biggest pep talk in his head with how his brows are scrunched and his eyes won’t focus on one thing. Maybe it’s because you’re high as shit and that usually comes with being a hell of a lot more affectionate than you are when not, but you scoot closer to him until your faces are only a few inches apart. He reacts quicker than earlier and hesitantly moves his lips to sandwich your bottom lip, and from then everything is hazy. Your mind is clouded by a smoky and sleepy haze and the tentative hand on your arm burns in the best way and the next thing you know, your hand is traveling down his chest and he gasps.

You back away a little to gauge his reaction. “Too much?”

He shakes his head, then a stupid grin is on his face.

“Can we keep going?”

The chuckle you let out and the nod you give are delayed. You have half the mind to tell him to shut the door in case someone comes back here to use the bathroom, but then his lips are back on yours with a lot more confidence and pressure and you focus on that instead. His tongue peaks out and swipes against your lower lip with each kiss until you relax your jaw and let it meet your own. There’s definitely the taste and scent of a stronger alcoholic beverage than beer.

Your hand lifts to the side of his neck, fingers lightly tracing the baby soft, completely clear skin. Your lips move without a thought down his jaw until you get to his neck. He smells like a baby, but not that overwhelming Baby Powder scent. He just smells fresh, fragrant free, and you like it. You gently suck a tiny chunk into your mouth. He takes in a deep breath at the feeling.

“Do you mind?” you ask him.

“No,” he pretty much whispers. “Just not too much. I don’t need Hyuck making fun of me.”

“Fuck Hyuck,” you place kisses along the side of his neck. “But I got you.”

Mark is very sensitive, you find out. His body goes tense at the first few touches of your tongue, then when you don’t bullshit anymore and suckle on skin with enough suction to leave a mark, he lets out a shaky breath that sounds like he’s calling to God. And when teeth come into the mix, he flinches before moaning lowly. You don’t know how long you stay on his neck but the one thing you stay conscious of is not leaving too many hickeys. You said fuck his best friend, but no one wants to constantly be reminder of their hoetivities. His hand found its way on the back of your neck, gently holding you against him, and when you make a move to back up, he fights you by adding gentle pressure to keep you there.

“Please don’t stop,” he pleads quietly.

“Thought you didn’t want to hear Hyuck’s bs?”

“‘Fuck Hyuck’,” he repeats, and you don’t understand why the sound of him cursing for the first time in the month you’ve known him sends a spike of pleasure down your spine. A tiny voice in the back of your mind tells you to chill out because even though you’re coming down, you’re still smacked, he’s tipsy, and you’re not sure how experienced Mark is, so you listen to it. You give him a few last pecks on his neck, to which he sighs at, then make your way back up to his lips.

“You’re drunk,” you explain when he pouts at you stopping once again.

“Not really,” is his delayed refute.

“Well, you’re tipsy.”

“Liquid courage,” he explains. “Don’t stop because you’re worried about me. I promise I’m good. I’m great.”

“If you have the balls to be this bold when you’re sober then I’ll do whatever you want,” you promise, knowing there’s a good chance that when he wakes up in the morning he’s going to be petrified when he sees his neck and remembers everything that happened.

“Whatever I want?”

The response he gets is a noncommittal hum and you rolling to your other side, away from him. You knock out within seconds.

Mark is the last to show up to the caf, and coincidentally (actually not really because the rest of the group isn’t slick when it comes to them plotting) the only seat available is the one to your right. He has a hoodie on, hood up and drawstrings tight and tied.

“Are you okay?” Yeri asks.

“Huh?”

She points to his attire. He looks like a lazy athlete and not his usual preppy self.

“Don’t feel good,” he supplies. You don’t know if he’s fooling anyone, but he definitely isn’t fooling you. And he knows that as soon as he makes eye contact with you. “‘m cold.”

“Is it possible to still be hungover two days later?” Ten asks from beside you, eyeing him skeptically.

Mark is looking at you from the corner of his eye, wanting you to say something to get them to back off.

“Probably.” You shrug.

“Baby,” Ten snorts. “I’m getting ice cream, anyone want anything?”

You lean into Mark at the change in topic. “Don’t feel good, huh?”

He side-eyes you and your cheeks puff out in attempt not to laugh at the hatred in his gaze. “It’s 70 something degrees and I’m wearing a hoodie, looking like a literal asshole, because of you.”

You lift a brow at his tone and word choice. It taints the perfect schoolboy image he has, and you kind of like it.

“Because of me?” you egg on, mostly to get a rise out of him but also because you want to know if he really remembers what went down in Taeyong’s room. Who knows how much he drank to build up his courage.

“My neck looks like a disaster,” he hisses. Mark refuses to make eye contact with you and it makes the matter even funnier.

“Why? What happened?”

Mark drops his face into his hands in defeat and that’s all you need to be entertained. You stop fucking with him and join into Yeri and Jaehyun’s discussion.

—

There’s a knock on your door at night, and Mark is standing there in the same lazy athlete attire as earlier, only the hood isn’t over his head, instead tied up under his chin to still cover the mess you made. His dark brown hair is fluffy and seemingly wax free, bangs hanging freely across his forehead. His hands are in his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet. You actually really like this look of him decked out in Nike.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure,” you step out and close the door behind you. “What’s up?”

“Can we not talk inside?” he asks, looking at your door warily.

“If this is about what I think it’s about, I doubt you want Yeri to hear. Unless you wanna go to my room.”

Mark falters at the suggestion but agrees after a moment of contemplation. “Your room is fine, I guess.”

Yeri shoots the two of you a suggestive look as you pass her in the kitchen and while you roll your eyes, Mark blushes and simply waves in greeting.

“Let me see,” you point to his neck once you’re both seated on your bed. “I think you’re exaggerating.” 

You went easy on him.

And when his neck is visible, you understand that one of the four splotches on his neck is worse than you anticipated. The other three are pink and range from tiny to small, but the one right on his pulse point is purple and sticks out against his light skin.

“Damn…” you tilt his head a little with your hand. Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. “My bad.”

“Do you remember what you said the other night?” Mark practically blurts out. His eyes shut in embarrassment at his outburst.

“I said a few things, kid.”

“You said if I had the balls to be bold then you’d, uh, you’d do whatever I wanted.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” You nod. 

“You also said ‘anytime’ after we kissed…”

“I remember that, too.”

“Why?” His confidence seemingly hits its limit when his eyes drop to his fidgeting hands.

“‘Why’ what?” you ask, now confused on where this conversation is going.

“We’re friends, right?”

“Yeah?”

“And you wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me, would you?” 

Oh. 

“No.”

“Did you actually mean what you said or was it just because you were high?”

“I meant it.”

He looks up at you through his lashes without lifting his head back up.

“Everyone, including you, knows that I like you.” It’s hard to catch you off guard, but people openly expressing their feelings towards you has always been a little overwhelming, and the fact that Mark of all people is being so open and honest about how he feels right now is enough to throw you off. “And since you say you meant it and that you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me… does that mean you…”

“Does it mean I what?” you ask, partly because he was doing so well and you want him to get better at communicating, but also because this expressing your own feelings thing isn’t really something you were looking forward to. You were hoping things just transitioned without having a legit conversation about the transitions because one, you haven’t had feelings in a very long time, and two, you’re not the best with expressing yourself verbally. Your responses are always short, vague, or both, all while being monotonous. You’re more of a show-through-actions kind of gal.

“Does it mean you-you like me, too? Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

“Really?”

You nod. “I don’t go around kissing people I hate.”

The thing is, you’re not sure if you actually have feelings for him. You just know that you enjoy his company, that what you feel for him is a bit different than what you feel for say, Taeyong or Ten, but it’s not extreme. You are down to let shit ride and see what comes about without worrying so hard like dear Mark over here, though.

“So, if I asked for one right now…?”

The corner of your mouth lifts. He really is adorable.

“I’d tell you to make a move.”

Mark looks back to make sure the door is still closed before taking another breath and doing exactly what you said. His hand is gentle on the side of your face, and his lips are even gentler against your own. You feel and hear the deep breath of relief he lets out. He probably rehearsed everything he just said to you numerous times before getting the balls to come over and talk. That thought alone makes you chuckle a little against his lips.

“What?” he asks after pulling away slightly.

“Is this what you wanted? To kiss me again?” you ask instead of giving an actual answer.

“Basically,” he mutters, eyes on your lips, so you lick them for show. He reconnects your mouths. There’s something different about this kiss. There’s still that underlying hesitance, but he kisses you like he’s determined. The passes of his lips are slow and thought out.  

He presses a few more kisses to your lips before he plants some on your cheek, then further down to your jaw, then your neck. His tongue is warm and timid when it laps against the skin of your neck and all you can do is sigh.

“Can I…?”

“Go ahead.”

“I really wasn’t that drunk the other night. I knew what I was doing and what I wanted,” he says lowly, his words vibrating your skin. He kisses and licks down until he gets to the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“And what did you want?”

“Anything,” he mumbles. There’s no real pressure behind his mouth, just light and feathery touches that almost tickle. “Everything.”

“Everything, huh?” you prompt, bringing his face back up to yours with a gentle hand under his chin. “Do you understand what that implies?”

“No,” he answers honestly, looking at your lips once again like they’re the most tantalizing pair he’s ever seen in his life. “But I would like to find out. You just have to take it easy on me.”

You can do that. You’ve already been doing it.

“Are you a virgin?”

That makes his cheeks go pink.

“Yeah… but I’ve done things.”

“Wanna elaborate for me?”

His face shows that he’d rather not, but he does anyway.

“I’ve done, like, foreplay and stuff. It just never got to that point.”

“You realize foreplay can range from a little rubbing over clothes to eating ass, right?” You bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the scandalized look that washes over Mark’s face. 

“I got head a couple times from my ex.”

Your eyebrows rise. Well, okay then.

“You’re so shy and cautious around me I would’ve never guessed,” you admit, raking your fingers through his bangs, pushing the tresses up and out of his face. This act seemingly hypnotizes him, his eyes growing heavy and starry. 

“I don’t think you realize the power you have over people,” Mark practically sighs in response. “You’re intimidating as hell and the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen so yeah I’m gonna freeze up and be awkward. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself, in front of you.”

“Quit thinking so hard about it,” you do your best to advise. You’ve had your fair share of admirers but none of them were ever this timid or slow to open up and tell you what they want or feel. “Just let things flow and we’ll be alright, okay?”

“You’re right. I’ll do my best.”

“Well now that we got that out of the way”—you take a glance at your watch and see that it’s getting pretty late— “you wanna stay and watch a movie?”

“I’d love to.”

Ten is eyeing you and Mark silently, and both of you have noticed this. Mark looks at you from the corner of his eye to silently ask you what his deal is, but you can’t really give him an answer. When Mark realizes that, he chooses to look down at his phone to save face, meanwhile you challenge Ten to a stare-off. There’s a great chance that your big mouth roommate shared with him and possibly the rest of the group that a certain someone stayed the night in your room last night, and Ten’s mouth is just a big. Damn Pisceans.

You arch a brow at him.

Ten lifts both brows at you.

“What’s going on?” comes Jaemin’s inquiry. “Why do you guys look like you’re about to kill each other?”

“I don’t know, Jaem,” you smirk, leaning back into your seat. “Care to explain, Ten?”

Ten squints at you, but still accepts the challenge.

“Hey, Jeno? Did Mark come back home last night?”

You can literally feel Mark tense up beside you.

“Uhh, I don’t think so? Why?”

“Do you know where he was?”

Yeri’s giggle can be heard from the other end of the table and now everyone has tuned into the conversation. You send your roommate a quick glare that makes her shut up immediately.

“He said he was going for a walk then I didn’t see him again until this morning before class. I don’t know,” he shrugs, not really understanding or caring about the situation.

“Do you know where he was?” Ten gives up on trying to make other people be messy and stir the pot and goes straight for the kill, pointing right at you.

“Yeah,” you reply simply, “with me.”

Mark’s gaze on the side of your face is really hard to miss. You personally don’t give a fuck if everyone knows you and Mark have made out a few times, but you know Mark probably does, if the way he looks so nervous says anything. So, you spare the embarrassment or harassment or whatever he’d get if you told them what went down.

“He needed a girl’s opinion on something and Yeri is a pain in the ass, so I was his best bet,” you sigh for dramatics. “It was late when we finished talking and he’s a big boy that can walk at night by himself, but he was tired, so he slept in my room. I don’t know why you’re trying to make a big deal out of it, Ten.”

Literally no one can call bullshit on you because while Mark’s fashion has gone back to normal, his hickeys are hidden behind color corrector and Yeri’s concealer.

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard her say in one sitting,” Renjun says in awe, staring at you like you’re a stranger.

“Well she is sticking up for her baby,” Jaehyun mumbles, but loud enough for you to hear.

“Wanna say that with your chest, honey?” you ask, also challenging him with a stare-off that you both know is going to end with him laughing and you winning, just like any other time.

“You think I’m a pain in the ass?” Yeri asks, offended, ruining the moment between you and Jaehyun, resulting in the both of you rolling your eyes at what’s to come from your lie.

“N-no!” Mark answers almost a second too late. “I just, uh… you probably would’ve teased me so,” he vaguely gestures towards you, “...yeah.”

“Markie Pooh,” Yeri exhales, hand over her heart. “I would never tease you in a serious situation. How heartless do you think I am?”

Poor Mark has to hear Yeri complain and whine about how she’s the easiest person to talk to and the most understanding woman he’d ever meet for the next ten minutes.

As soon as you walk into Mark’s room, his arms are around you. He asked you to come over because he wanted some company while he did his homework, which was already a surprise because you would’ve never expected him to be as bold as to ask you something as simple as being in your presence, but this is an even bigger shocker.

“Woah.” You slowly hug him back. “What’s up with you?”

“Hyuck has really been annoying me today and you’re really the only person who can make me feel better,” he confesses, nuzzling into your neck. Maybe that talk did do him some good. And to your surprise, his little confession doesn’t activate your fight-or-flight reaction.

“So, you don’t really need me to do homework?”

“I do.” He leads you to his bed slowly. “But I’m taking a 15-minute break.”

“Uh huh.” You fall on his bed with a bounce and he watches your chest. It’s official, you really have a thing for Mark in sweats and a hoodie. The casual look does something to you. “What’s gotten into you, kid?”

“Hyuck is annoying as hell,” he explains, crawling over you. “And like you said, I can’t think too hard about things when it comes to you and just let things flow. Can we stop talking?”

“Yes, sir.” You snort and grab his face and pull him down to slant your lips over his. You like this newfound confidence.

Mark fits himself in between your legs, settling on a knee as to not put all of his weight on you. With one of your hands still on his face, you get ahold of his jaw and slow your lips down for him to follow, then trace the seam of his lips with your tongue. Soon your tongues are colliding and curling around each other’s. In an effort to get even closer to you, he straightens his legs out and props himself on his forearms on either side of your head. You help him out by pressing your chest into his own and wrapping a leg around him.

Mark’s fifteen minutes could definitely be up by now, but with how your fingers have threaded themselves in his hair and his hips have gone from stuttering into yours to rocking at a slow, steady pace, it doesn’t seem like either of you care. There’s a moment where he looks down at you with blown out pupils, his chest rising and falling quickly as he gathers himself. His spit-slickened and swollen lips are parted as he catches his breath and have stolen your attention. You keep one hand at the back of his head and let the other one makes its way behind him to feel. His skin is hot and a little tacky, and you’re sure yours is, too.

“You wanna get back to your work?” you prompt him, already knowing it’s very unlikely with you under him like this.

Mark licks his lips with a shake of his head, saying, “Not really.”

“Hey Mar—” comes Donghyuck’s overly-sweetened voice before he abruptly cuts himself off. He’s standing at the now opened door, stuck, staring at the sight of Mark on top of someone with their hand up the back of his shirt. “Uhh…”

Donghyuck doesn’t leave, he instead chooses to stand there until he gets some type of clarification on what the hell he just walked into. By now the lust behind both of your eyes is gone and instead there’s curiosity in yours and panic in his. Mark’s body is completely frozen.

“Are you okay with him knowing?” you mumble soft enough for only him to hear.

“Are you?” He blinks back like an owl.

You shrug and wipe your mouth off before peeking to the side, where you know Donghyuck will be able to spot your face while you can see his as well and say, “Hey, Hyuck.”

His jaw drops and so does whatever that was in his hand. “What… the fuck.”

Mark takes a breath before wiping his own mouth off and climbing off of you, sitting beside you and folding his hands over his crotch. “What do you want?”

“I uh, came to apologize and give you a peace treaty but…” he trails off, wildly gesturing what he just walked into. “What the fuck, Mark?” he repeats.

Mark shrugs uselessly, not sure how to respond to his best friend’s confusion and clear need for understanding. You don’t really know how to help him either because you think this is a conversation for them to be having, not for you to be in.

“So, I’m gonna go,” you announce loud enough for both males to hear. Panic is back in Mark’s eyes, but you don’t really want to have this awkward talk with them. “I’ll see you kids tomorrow.”

And just to soothe some of Mark’s nerves, you give him a finally kiss before scooting off of the bed and patting Donghyuck on your way out.

—

“How’d it go?”

“He made fun of me because apparently you wanting me doesn’t make sense,” Mark groans with a roll of his eyes.

You figured that much.

“And?” you push, analyzing him through your phone screen. “What else?”

“He said he called it and that Jeno owes him money, but he’s not going to tell anyone because that’s not his place.”

“Not bad,” you nod, impressed. You’re sure both you and Mark initially expected everyone to know within a few hours of him walking in on you two, but he’s more mature than you give him credit for being. “I knew he was my favorite for a reason.”

“He’s still your favorite?” Pure offense washes over Mark’s face. 

“Thought that was obvious.”

“I really hate that I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

You smile tightly to confuse him even more. “Guess you’ll never know. Get back to studying, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Donghyuck is all smiles and investigative eyes when the crew is back together in the caf the next day. He’s quite obviously waiting for you to expose yourselves to everyone since he’s in on what he thinks is a secret, when in all actuality, many of the times you and Mark shared together could’ve been seen by anyone if they just happened to walk in like Donghyuck did. There isn’t really any sneaking around happening. It’s just you not caring and Mark not really seeming ready for everyone to be in the know when whatever is going on between the two of you is still brewing. No one comments on Donghyuck’s behavior though, because this isn’t exactly strange behavior for him.

There’s a moment where everyone is crowded around Taeyong, looking at something on his phone, and you take the opportunity to fuck with Donghyuck. You, him, and Mark are at the opposite end of the table, so you kick his leg to get his attention. When you get it, you grab Mark’s clueless face and kiss his jaw, staring right at Donghyuck as you do so. Mark’s eyes grow even bigger than they naturally are and he looks down at you in surprise, so you take the opportunity to slowly lick his lips and give him a quick smooch before sitting back comfortably in your chair and unlocking your phone like nothing just happened.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Donghyuck looks at the rest of the group, who is completely unaware and laughing loudly at whatever the hell Taeyong is entertaining them with. 

Winwin side eyes his friend with a weird look. “You okay?”

He makes wild, very vague gestures as to what just went down without anyone else’s knowledge.

“Stop eating so much ice cream. You get weirder when you have too much sugar.”

You smile in victory and pat a still very confused Mark’s thigh.

What was a nice, chill night with hardly any need for talking, is soon interrupted by your favorite addition to your friend group.

“I’m sorry,” you say in between laughs. “You watch porn?”

“I’m a 20-year-old virgin, what do you think?” Mark grumbles, embarrassed.

“What’s your favorite genre?”

“I really don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Erotica? Amateur?” you ask, ignoring his comment and he side eyes the fuck out of you, but nods nonetheless. “You like the romantic stuff?”

Another shameful nod. You know he hates Donghyuck for the timing of his text message (“Dude exit out of your browser before you leave. I don’t wanna see this straight people shit.)

“You’re adorable.”

His eyes lose life at the compliment and he sits up on his knees from lounging in between your legs. “I’m not supposed to be ‘adorable,’” he exasperates.

“Then what are you supposed to be?”

“Sexy?” he asks more than states. He’s got a habit of doing this and it adds to his adorable charm.

At your silence and failed attempt at making him feel the way he claims he should be right now, he practically whines, further proving your point. You sit up to give his pouty lips a kiss and tell him, “Sexy isn’t your thing. It’s okay.”

“And my thing is being adorable?” he bleats, crossing his arms like a child.

“Exactly, and I like it.”

“Really?”

“I’ve been making out with you for the last hour or so,” you say matter-of-factly. “What do you think?”

He still isn’t convinced, so you reach up to grab him and pull him back down on top of you and his hands smack down on either side of your head. You really hate having to constantly reassure someone but with Mark, it’s okay. He’s younger, inexperienced, and you’re very hard to read and please. So, you reassure him in a way he’ll never forget.

“I’ll show you.” You grab his hand and guide it down your body. He watches you cluelessly, but once you pass where your shirt is bunched up at your waist and go lower and lower until you reach in between your legs, he understands. His eyes get the roundest and widest you’ve ever seen when you cup his hand over your panties. “You feel it?”

“It’s…” he starts, licking his lips and clearing his throat. “really warm.”

“What else?” you prompt, pushing his hand closer. You push his middle and ring finger until they sink into your panty-clad lower lips and his jaw tightens. “What else, Mark?”

He calls your name weakly as he looks you dead in the eye. Gone is the embarrassed, pouty Mark from seconds ago, now replaced with hooded, glassy eyes, though star struck. His reaction is enough to make you want to further prove your point, so you smoothly push your panties to the side and let him feel everything with no barriers.

“So wet,” Mark just hardly says under his breath, already in a trance.

“You can get a better feel, if you want,” you encourage him. He’s slow with finally moving his hand, his motions nervous, overwhelmed, and consequently jerky. “Just do what feels right. Don’t be so nervous.”

The up and down movement of Mark’s hand gets smoother and more enjoyable. His brows are furrowed as he takes in the foreign feeling of your core, as he takes in the deep sigh you take and the way your body sinks further into the mattress. He listens well when you direct him up, up, to the left and your other left, Mark, and the pad of two of his fingertips brush against your clit spot on.

“Rub like how I did to your temples that one night,” you mutter, your eyes drifting shut when he focuses where you tell him with slow, wide circles. His gaze is hot on your face because he needs signals for what he does right and wrong, and with anyone else this would be awkward as hell, but it’s Mark. The light is dim enough to not be annoying in the dead of the night but bright enough for him to accurately see anything he seeks out.

“Can I put a finger in?” he asks timidly.

“Go ahead.” His middle finger slowly slides inside and the way it rubs your walls brings a sigh out of you. “You can move it in and out if want.”

Though his movements are shy and lack experience, he still makes you feel good.

You’re in for a nice little surprise when you run your hand up his sweatshirt and feel the faint outline of his abs. His skin is smooth with what feels like peach fuzz trailing down. His breath stutters at the feather-like touch of your fingers, then when your fingers change directions and slip under his joggers and boxers, he almost forgets how to breathe. You barely open your eyes, gripping his dick to find that precum has already leaked out of his slit, and use the slickness to drag your closed fist down then up. You go slowly as to not overwhelm him even more and cut this moment short.

The dim light catches his high cheekbones and the thin sheen that’s appeared since he got in your bed. His bottom lip hangs down because of all of the sensations, his attention now on what’s going on below his waist, and at the swipe of your thumb over his slit, he whimpers. He lets out another sound when you direct his lips to yours by your hand on the nape of his neck, one of surprise that fades into one of pleasure.

“You want me to drag this out or make you cum quick?” you ask against his mouth.

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll cum in five seconds,” he almost whines. His hand falters but it’s okay because now he’s breathing heavily and can’t bite down his moans in your ear while you focus on his tip and suck mindfully on his neck. It’s nice to hear the moans that he can’t bite back when you’re so used to guys only breathing heavily then grunting obnoxiously when they cum.

After a few teasing strokes, you decide not to drag it out. You remove your hand to spit on it (he almost whines in protest until he sees what you’re doing and you swear he could’ve came just at the sight and thought) and carefully maneuver it back into his pants. All it takes is special attention to his tip and suckling right behind his ear.

Mark tries to warn you about what’s happening but the only thing he can spit out is your name and a high-pitched whine before you feel his dick throb and ropes of warm cum shoot out. His body trembles above you until he can barely hold himself up anymore and he almost falls flat against you. You remove his hand from your panties and lightly push him off to the side, his body instantly sinking into your bed. His eyes are closed and his chest is rising and falling quickly, deep pants coming out of his opened mouth.

You get up to get a clean rag from your bathroom and Mark barely even registers your departure or arrival until the damp cloth drags against his lower abdomen. He flinches and his eyes open wide in alert, but when he sees what you’re doing, he relaxes again. You wipe his hand and at that very moment it hits him that he forgot all about pleasuring you and he visibly panics.

“Calm down, I’m good.”

“But—”

“I’m fine, kid.” Yes, you’re horny as hell after all that but you can easily get yourself off in the bathroom and he wouldn’t even know because he’s showing signs of being the typical guy that gets sleepy after nutting. You throw the rag into your hamper then get a pair of sweatpants you never returned to Ten and toss them to Mark. “Here.”

It’s Yeri’s turn to sport a stupidly satisfied grin the next day. You hadn’t seen her since maybe an hour before Mark arrived last night because she retreated to her room early to binge watch a show that Jaemin recommended, so you didn’t get to see her smugness or hear her mouth this morning before either of you went to class. But now that everyone is gathered together, it’s time for Big Mouth Yerim.

This time, however, Mark is clueless because he’s too invested in the conversation he’s having with Ten about breakfast being better when you eat it at any other time of the day other than the morning. You would warn him, but your roommate beats you to it.

“Guys,” she calls, gaining the attention of only a few of the guys. You don’t even look at her even though she’s staring straight at you. “I think our lovely little brooding princess got some last night.” And that definitely catches the attention of the almost rest of the group. Everyone’s eyes are on you, but you just continue to eat your food.

“You think?” Comes her original partner in messy crime, Mark quickly forgotten.

“I heard some… interesting sounds comes from her room when I was walking past it.”

“Sounds like what?” Jeno asks oh so innocently, just now sitting down with his fresh plate of pasta.

“A lot of moaning,” Yeri supplies helpfully and Jeno stares blankly at his food, regretful. Your poker face is fucking amazing, but you can’t help but smile at the fact she thinks it was you who was being so vocal last night. “I’ve never heard her moan in the year we’ve lived together, so he must’ve been really putting in work.”

And a chuckle escapes your mouth as you take a bite of your food.

“What’s so funny?” her newly acquired partner in messy crime asks because he just knows who it was that had ‘you’ so vocal last night.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, finally looking up at all of the curious and satisfied eyes. “I guess I’m just so giddy after last night. Hey babe, am I glowing?” you taunt, leaning forward to get closer to Jaehyun’s face so he can analyze you. Ten and Yuta lean in from either side of Jaehyun to observe as well.

“No, actually. You look as dull as usual,” Ten responds before the others could respond, turning to Yeri. “You sure you heard right?”

“Yes! When I was walking back to my room I even heard her tell him ‘calm down, I’m good’ as if he was scared he hurt her or something.” Her very shitty analysis of the events that played out last night is pure entertainment to you. “Even Jungwoo didn’t make her get vocal and we all know they went at it like rabbits.”

And now too much information is being given to the kids of the group. (Her comparison is weak, though. All Jungwoo ever did was nut a minute in, so of course anything you did feel on a good day was short lived.)

“You can believe whatever you want. I gotta get to the library before I lose anymore brain cells listening to y’all.” You stand up and situate your bag on your back and grab your plate before turning around and throwing your free hand up in lieu of a goodbye.

[7:21 pm] you: you coming over tonight?

[7:40 pm] kid: when i’m done studying

Your brows scrunch together at his late reply, with it being a very unusual one, but you shrug it off.

He doesn’t come.

It takes many rings for a black background to appear on your screen, Mark somewhere out of frame.

“Yes?” he asks without a greeting.

“Just checking on you since you’ve gone MIA.”

“I’m fine.” Sounds like a lie. “I’m busy. I gotta go.” 

And the FaceTime call ends.

[3:19 pm] my fav: uhhh did you and mark fight?

[3:23 pm] you: no?

[3:23 pm] my fav: well he’s been grumpier than usual since like tuesday and every time i mention you he changes the topic or tells me to leave

Huh. You’re not one to overthink situations or people’s actions so you haven’t been constantly wondering why Mark’s been acting so strange and distant with you when the two of you having basically been joined at the hip for the last month or so. You figured he really has been busy or stress from upcoming exams has gotten to him and he’d prefer to deal with it on his own, basically not thinking much of his behavior, but now that his best friend has come to you about it, you’re starting to worry a little.

[3:25 pm] you: i’ll try to talk to him

[3:26 pm] you: you busy kid?

It takes a little while, but he eventually responds.

[3:37 pm] kid: yes

You know something must be really wrong because even when he’s busy he still texts you during his breaks. And that very fact is just now hitting you.

[3:38 pm] you: is the kid really busy or is he in bed?

[3:39 pm] my fav: definitely in bed

Thought so.

[3:41 pm] you: take him for a walk and bring him over here. text me when you’re almost here. i’ll figure it out from there

[3:43 pm] my fav: yes ma’am

You get out of the comfortable position you were in on your bed and put some sweatpants and slides. Whatever the kid is going through must be serious and you feel like it’s kind of your responsibility to figure it out and help him with whatever it is. That’s what friends do. That’s what the girl that has gotten physically close to him is supposed to do.

You get a message a good fifteen minutes later that they’re about to enter your complex, so you make your way out of the door and down the steps until you’re at the front of your building. You’re just in time to run into them as soon as they arrive. The second Mark notices you, his face takes on a guarded expression.

Donghyuck greets you with a bright smile and enthusiastic voice to make up for the random and unknown tension and gives you a big hug. “Good luck.”

“You don’t seem too busy.”  You raise an eyebrow at Mark. You quickly observe the state he’s in; messy, flat hair and a sad stain on his blue shirt. “You wanna come inside and have a little chat?”

“Not really,” he mumbles. 

“Stop being a little bitch and talk to her,” his best friend grumbles from beside him and pushes Mark into you. You catch him by his arms and look up at his face to clearly analyze his face.

“Mark, what’s wrong?” It’s almost as if being held by you was enough to flip a switch within him because instead of being standoffish like he was before, he just looks conflicted, almost sad. “Come up and talk to me?”

He lets out a deep sigh but finally nods nonetheless. You mouth to Donghyuck that you got it from now and that he can go. The latter gives you a thumbs up and walks away.

Yeri’s in the kitchen when the two of you make your way into your apartment and she’s in a good mood so she says a happy little greeting to Mark that he just nods at and makes a beeline for your room. She’s just as confused as you and Donghyuck so you can do is shrug as a shitty answer to her silent question and follow him into your room.

He doesn’t sit down. Instead, he leans against your dresser. You simply stand in front of him, hand on your hip.

“Talk to me, kid. You’re making people worry about you.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he mutters, looking down at his feet.

“You’re a terrible liar. Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There is,” you refute, stepping close to him. He doesn’t even bother to look up at the proximity. “You’ve blown me off for like five days and now you can’t look me in the eyes. If I did something, I’d prefer you’d tell me than for you to take it out on everyone and have them worrying about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m not about to beg you,” you lightly threaten. You don’t get the reaction you were expecting, Mark simply looking off to the side, so you shrug and make yourself comfortable again. Your sweatpants are removed and your ponytail is released, then you get back into bed. “You can go now.”

Mark walks out of the door without a word.

Then not even five seconds later, he walks back in and closes the door behind him. “I didn’t make you cum.”

You blink stupidly at him, caught off guard and only being able to reply with: “Okay?”

“I came fast like a fucking loser and forgot about you.”

“Okay?” you repeat.

“And then Yeri was basically making fun of me without realizing it.” So this is a matter of his pride. He’s embarrassed. “That’s not okay! It’s embarrassing and selfish.”

“I’ve been the only one to ever make me cum, Mark. It’s not that deep.”

“Not even Jaehyun?”

And you’re not following him anymore. “Huh?”

“I know that I’ve been competing with Jaehyun since the day we met and I did my best to not let it bother me because I enjoyed your attention too much but after that day in the caf, I just...” Mark trails off. It probably doesn’t help his case at all that you’re just staring at him silently, but you can’t really do anything else as you try to wrap your head around everything that just came out of his mouth. “I can’t help but be jealous and that fucks with my ego. He’s older, taller, has known you a lot longer, and I’m sure he knows your body better—”

And you’ve got to stop him right there because if he mentions you and Jaehyun doing anything sexual again you might get sick.

“Jaehyun?” you ask. “Me and Jaehyun?”

“Yes!”

“Why do you think me and Jaehyun are a thing?”

Mark visibly wants to roll his eyes at your question and feel bad because this is actually kind of entertaining.

“You guys are always flirting and in your own little world together, so it’s not hard to tell that something is going on. The petnames, the way you two look at each other, the energy when you’re next to each other.”

His face goes super straight when you can’t keep your laughter in. Before he can get too mad, though, you speak up. “Kid. Jaehyun is my platonic soulmate. He’s my best guy friend. I guess I can see how our friendship can be intimidating to you, but we’d both rather get shot than be like that with each other.”

“…Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. “Anything else you need to get off your chest?”

He seems hesitant to say the words on the tip of his tongue, but after a short staring contest, he softly confesses, “Another reason I disappeared is because that day at the caf you joked about everything so easily then just left me hanging. Then after disappearing I started thinking about everything… then I started feeling like a booty call because you only invite me over at night.”

Looking at it from his perspective, you can kind of see the booty call one. That isn’t the case, though.

“You’ve been giving me the vibe that you’re not ready for everyone to know what we’ve got going on yet because it’s embarrassing or something, so I joked about it and didn’t say much to you because I didn’t wanna put you on the spot and be like ‘It was me and Mark fucking around, sorry for being loud.’

And that applies to the booty call thing. It’s safest at night when situations like the Ten and Yeri one from weeks ago can be avoided, you know?”

It only takes a few seconds for Mark to have a mental breakdown. He scrubs his face roughly and looks utterly embarrassed. 

“I’m such a dumbass,” he whines, finally walking towards you until he flops onto your bed. “I am so sorry. I let my pride and insecurities get the best of me and I know I should’ve just asked you about it from the moment I assumed you and Jaehyun were a thing but I thought bringing it up to you when we’d just met would turn you off. Aside from just being private, I was scared of word getting around to him because I’m terrible with confrontation and I would’ve been fine with being a secret as long as I had you.Then with everything else I should’ve came to you instead of running away. I… I’m just an idiot.”

You get him not mentioning Jaehyun from the jump because it wasn’t really his place. But after the first kiss you shared, he had the right to bring it up to you. And you understand him withdrawing when his feelings and thoughts went that crazy and needing to sort everything out before coming to you about them, if that was his plan before you and Donghyuck intervened. 

“Is this going to scare you away from me?” Mark asks once he’s calmed down. “I know you said you aren’t the relationship type and I’ve tried to push my feelings down, but I want you. So bad.”

It’s been almost two months since you’ve met Mark, and so far, you like him and the bond you share. You thought he was cute from the moment you saw him, and aside from him looking at you like you hung the damn stars, something about him piqued your interest. And you’ve remained interested since. You’ve learned that you’re a lot more patient than you thought you were because of him, but that patience may just be a thing because it’s him (he’s also making you soft). You don’t like thinking of feelings a whole lot so you don’t, but you can say that after all of this, you realize that you like him and wouldn’t mind taking things further. Just not that much further at this very moment.

“Do you think you could give me a month before you want to ask me to be in a relationship with you?” you ask after a moment of contemplation. “We haven’t gotten to the point of knowing each other on a deeper level other than physical, so it’s too soon to think about being in a relationship.”

Mark nods immediately. “I understand.”

“Do you want to slow down or just let things continue to ride with a little more emotional involvement?”

“I’m honestly already addicted to you, so I don’t want to slow down unless that’s what you want,” he admits with a weak laugh.

“Bet. See? We’re already bonding emotionally and getting closer.”

Mark’s aura has done a complete 180º since you met him outside. He’s relaxed and there’s a slight, content smile resting on his lips. He can actually look you in the eye now.

“I missed you,” he confesses after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Then come here,” you beckon, patting the spot next to you. When he’s crawled his way under the covers with you and rests his head on your shoulder, you realize you missed him too. “Talk to me next time instead of running away, alright?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck. “Being away from you and not being able to kiss or touch you was hell.”

“Then why aren’t you kissing me now?”

That’s all he needs to sit up and connect your lips. At the tilt of your head, Mark brings you closer by your waist until your upper body is pressed flat again his, the kiss deepening. His hands slide down to your hips as his lips press into yours harder, getting more aggressive, and you match his energy by licking along the seam of his lips until he lets you in. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to join and you let him get his fill of you since it’s been a week since he’s had you like this, and he definitely makes up for lost time with the amount of passion he pours into the action. The wet muscle roams freely in your mouth without a battle, only meeting your own every once in a while.

The kiss is messy and fulfilling and he almost doesn’t pull away to breathe, but when your hand creeps up his thigh to reach the bulge in his pants, he has no choice. Mark’s lips are bright pink, wet, and already swollen, and the sight triggers something within you that has you moving until you’re at eye level with his lap.

“Uh,” he says intelligently. He just looks at you dumbly while you undo the bow of the drawstring of his basketball shorts and probably doesn’t even know he assists you with taking his shorts and boxers off by lifting his hips.

It’s not entirely your fault his insecurities got the best of him, but you know part of it is. You sometimes are too nonchalant and don’t care to explain yourself unless the situation actually requires you to, so you feel bad that Mark, someone who is practically the complete opposite of you, had no prior clarification that could prevent his breakdown. You on your knees right now is your apology since you don’t quite think a verbal apology was necessary on your end.

His dick is already hard from kissing and the fact you’re on your knees for him with your ass pointed high in the air, and he’s bigger than you thought. You could tell he was decent when you gave him a handjob, but now you see his pink, wet tip leaking and his tamed hair. Before you can even lean in all the way to get started, he stops you.

“Wait!” he whisper-shouts. His cheeks are flushed and he looks back and forth between you and the door. “Yeri’s here and I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“Bite back your moans, then,” you shrug before licking a stripe up his shaft.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Mark pleads with arousal and embarrassment.

You let spit fall from your mouth to his tip slowly for him to see as you pump the rest of him and he groans, continuing to grow in your hand. Your tongue circles around the head of his dick a few times and the salty taste of his precum hits your taste buds. “You really need me to stop?”

He shakes his head instantly.

You know he can’t take too much, so you stop teasing him and finally suck him into your mouth. There’s a sharp intake of breath from above you before a hesitant hand lands on top of your head. You give him a hum of approval as you begin to bob your head up and down, taking a little more of him into your mouth each trip down. It isn’t until he hits the back of your throat that he gets a grip of your locks as well as your comforter, simply holding you while he squeezes the cotton between his fingers for dear life.

“Oh, my God,” he whimpers, biting on his lip to keep any other noises inside. You let him hit the back of your throat a few times to make this wetter and more enjoyable for the both of you and his attempts are proven useless because his sweet voice grows in volume every time you lightly gag around him. When you pull away there’s a thick string of spit that starts at your bottom lip and ends on his tip. He can’t handle the sight and he calls out to his lord and savior once again. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you chuckle, enjoying how pink his cheeks have gotten and the mess is hair has become from running his fingers through it.

“C-can I find out?”

“You implying what I think you are?” You tilt your head and lick your lips.

He nods his head violently and squeezes his eyes shut because the sight of every little thing you do drives him crazy.

“If you don’t want that I understand—” He cuts himself off when the warmth and pleasure of your hand is gone, but then you’re at eye level with him and your clean hand is on the side of his face as you lean in to kiss him.

“Wanna give Yeri the shock of her life?”

“What do you mean?” Mark’s eyes are big and confused at the smirk that’s made its way on your face.

“Well,” you begin, lifting your shirt up and chucking it behind you. He watches intently as you strip. “Yeri likes to tease you about us being something but I’m sure she doesn’t think it would actually happen at this point,” you explain, slipping your panties off next.

Mark has felt your body with his hands on multiple occasions, but actually seeing your smooth skin and the curves of your body without clothing is new, so his eyes roam over your almost naked body distractedly. His hands find your hips and guide you to straddle him, wanting you as close as possible. You make yourself comfortable on his thighs and rest your hands on his shoulders. The way your slick folds slide against his dick as you settle makes him whine.

“So, don’t you want her to actually hear how good you make me feel this time?”

“I do,” he agrees, wide eyes watching your every move.

You tug his shirt off. He’s nothing but smooth, lightly tanned skin with a few beauty marks sprinkled here and there and you indulge yourself by running a gentle hand down his chest. He shivers when you brush past his nipple. His neck stretches up to reconnect your lips and his hands find their way up your back, his fingertips trailing up until he reaches where your bra is clasped.

“Want it off?” you ask, though already knowing the answer.

When he hums you break the kiss to unclasp your bra. Mark’s hands are on your breasts as soon as you throw your bra to the side. “Can I…?”

You push your chest closer to him and let him do as he pleases. His tongue experimentally laps at one of your nipples a few times before he sucks it into his mouth. He eyes you the whole time, trying to gauge how you react to his ministrations, and at the way your eyes flutter shut at the suction, he gets the confidence to do his thing without anymore hesitation. Mark’s tongue flicks over and around your hardened bud as he sucks harder. He forgets to pay attention to your other tit so you bring a hand up to twist and pull at your own unstimulated nipple and he can’t control the groan that vibrates your chest. He sees how unforgiving you are with yourself, so he tests the waters and gently nibble on your swollen nipple.

“This feels good?” Mark asks softly, wide eyes boring into your own.

“So good,” you sigh, once again pushing your breast back into his mouth because no one told him to stop. He doesn’t latch back on, though.

“Can I please taste you?”

The way he asks is so tempting you almost push him down and sit on his face, but that can wait. You’d rather sit on his dick.

“You want me to ride you?” you ask instead of answering his question.

“Yes,” he says and nods immediately, thoughts of eating you out long gone. “God, yes”

“Okay,” you nod as well, smiling at his excitement.

You crawl back and tell him to spread and bend his legs, then once there’s enough room in between his legs, you occupy the space and turn your back to him, situating yourself so that his thighs lie atop your calves. You reach behind you to pump his dick a few times then line him up at your entrance.

Mark almost loses it the second his tip comes back in contact with your sex. His knuckles turn white at how hard he clenches your comforter in anticipation as you work your way down his length, nudging repeatedly until your pussy engulfs his head. He lets out a deep breath that fades into a whimper.

You keep the pace slow as you continue to sink down and take more of him inside of you, both for his sanity and for your accommodation. Each time he re-enters you, your walls tighten at the delicious way his dick drags along your walls and by the time you’ve got half of him in you, you get impatient. With your hands on his thighs for support, you push yourself down until he’s completely sheathed inside of you.

“Oh, shit,” Mark moans so low and attractively at the same time a whimper bubbles out of your throat.

You rise slowly until only the tip remains, then make it a point to bottom out harshly. You keep this pattern up and bask in the feeling of him filling you up and reaching deep within you, especially since it’s been a while since you’ve been in this position.

“Don’t be afraid to take over,” you tell Mark, lolling your head back to look over your shoulder. Mark’s eyes are hooded and directed at the way he continues to appear and disappear, dazed. To drive him crazier, both visually and sensationally, the next time you slam down, you stay seated and swirl your hips in wide circles.

“Please don’t do that,” he wines. “You’re gonna make me cum too fast.”

“Then take over,” you repeat.

That seems to be all the encouragement he needs. His hands are on your hips soon after he gets out of his trance, holding you in place so he can experimentally thrust up into you. And the change in friction feels fucking amazing.

“Yeah, just like that,” you hum. His thrusts pick up in speed and intensity with the help of your directions of, “Faster. Mm. Harder, Mark. Don’t be so gentle, you gotta fuck me harder.”

The quicker the speed, the sloppier Mark gets, but that’s just fine with you because his enthusiasm makes up for his lack of technique and he eventually hits just the spot within you that sets you off.

“Yes! Fuck, right there!”

“H-here?” he asks, hitting it once again with a rough piston of his hips. He makes it a point to try and continuously hit that spot. The pleasure and impact of his hipbones clashing into your ass forces your upper body to relax into your mattress, which prompts him to adjust his feet flat. He soon realizes how much better he can fuck you with the small shift and quickly takes advantage of it.

“So tight,” Mark groans, and your breath hitches when he chooses to force you down onto his dick by his grip on your hips at the same time he fucks into you. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my back,” you direct around a moan that gets dragged out by the new pace he sets. The faster he goes, the louder you get. You slide a hand in between your legs to rub quick, wide circles on your clit to chase your own orgasm, and soon all of the sensations bring about that incessant tingling in your low abdomen that makes your fingers move impossibly fast. “Fuck, Mark! I’m close.”

The clenching of your walls around him as you get closer and closer to your climax brings Mark to his own. He hurriedly slips out of your pussy with a quiet pop and only has to pump his dick with his hand a few times before he releases ropes of cum land on your lower back and left ass cheek with a guttural moan that resonates throughout your room.

With the help of two of your fingers inside of you and your palm hitting your clit every time the digits reach deep within you, you soon follow him into a state of bliss that makes the muscles in your thighs twitch until you lie completely flat on your stomach.

“You okay?” you ask after a while of just listening to the both of you catch your breath. When you don’t get an instant response, you sit up to face Mark. He’s got the cutest fucked out expression on his face with how his eyes are open but clearly not really seeing anything and his mouth slightly opened. “Mark?”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You can’t help but snort.

“Wanna shower with me or do you need some time?”

He perks up at that.

Men.

The look on Yeri’s face when you leave your room to get some water after your shower is exactly what you expected it to be. Confused, amazed, and slightly traumatized.

“Mark?” she asks incredulously, following you into the kitchen from her seat in the living room. “Mark had you screaming?”

“Clearly.”

“I’ve been right the whole fucking time?” she concludes with a mixture of excitement and continuous confusion.

You approach her calmly after retrieving your cups of water. “You say anything to anyone before either of us do and I’ll tell everyone about Jeno.”

Yeri’s eyes get huge and she buffers for a second before asking, “How the fuck did you even find out about that?”

“Open your mouth and you’ll find out along with everyone else.” You smile sweetly at her and blow her a kiss as you head back to your room. “Good night, babe.”

a/n: i’m back??? kinda?? this was in my wips for like a year and the one that stressed me out the least so here we are. i hope it was worth over a year of being m.i.a uwu 

[flooffybits]

Christmas Wish

Idol: Park Sooyoung (Red Velvet)

@ohmypenguin:  Hi, Floof. Mind if I request something? You know how in Korea, people say that if you watch the first snow fall with your s/o, your love will come true? I was wondering if you could do that with Joy. Let’s say that you two are best friends staying inside, watching the snow through the window and you two eventually end up confessing your feelings for each other. Seeing Joy cuddling with Haetnim made me think of this. 🥺

A/n: I’m so happy to get a Joy request and it fit so well with the holiday even though this is kinda late

You stare at the girl sitting across you, a smile painted on your lips as she happily plays with the white ball of fluff in her arms. Sooyoung had invited you over for Christmas preparations and while her members were out doing last minute errands, you joined her at the dorm just so she had some form of company, and lucky for you, Haetnim happened to enjoy your presence just as much as you did theirs.

“What time do you think the others will be back?” You ask while adjusting the sweater Joohyun had thrust in your hands before she left, stating that you needed to wear warmer clothes unless you wanted to catch a cold in this weather. “Knowing them, they’re going to take a while. Wendy unnie tends to go back and forth while shopping because she’s unsure with what to buy and Seulgi unnie is probably going to get distracted.” Sooyoung giggled as Haetnim licked her chin when she held the pup closer to herself.

“Yeri likes to run away and get lost, I’m pretty sure Irene unnie is in charge of looking after her.” You laughed while laying down on the floor and staring up at the ceiling, smiling at the cute little decorations the girls had put up. From fairy lights to gingerbread men and to the polaroids they had of each other, some with friends and family.

While you were busy admiring their holiday themed dorm, Sooyoung watched you from the side with a smile of her own, her eyes shining as she felt the butterflies swarming in her stomach when she saw the twinkle in your eyes as you continued to look through each picture.

Of course her members would take a while to come back to the dorm. They gave her a condition to tell them to come back only when she tells you about how she felt or at least kissed you. She had been pining over you for the past year and it was beginning to frustrate all four of them when she would just sit at the side and watch you with heart eyes.

“What do you think would make this Christmas better than last year?” Your question startled her as she looked up to see you already looking at her, and a bright blush coated her cheeks at the prospect of being caught staring.

But the smile on your face was still as calming as ever that Sooyoung found herself relaxing as she ran her fingers through Haetnim’s fur. “Well, I don’t know. I think I already have everything I could ask for, and Wendy unnie is finally back and healed.” She sees the way your lips purse together and her heart skips a beat at the sudden emotion she sees on your face.

“There’s nothing else you want?” Your voice was soft, almost quiet if it weren’t for the fact that you were the only people in the living room.

I want you.

She bit her lip at the thought, the three words just at the tip of her tongue. But before she could say anything, you were already perking up, eyes wide as you sat up and stared outside the window. “Wait, Joy! It’s snowing?” Your excited voice caused her eyes to snap to the window and her own face lit up when she saw the little specs of snow gently falling down from the sky.

Looking at each other, you both race to the balcony, Haetnim being left on the couch as you both burst through the door with wide smiles and excitement running through your veins, nevermind the chill that ran down your spines as you were greeted by the cool wind.

The whole neighborhood was lit up and children began to enter the streets to watch the snow as well, all smiling and screaming in their own excitement. Sooyoung giggled before she turned to you, only to stop when she saw your eyes shut and your hands clasped together.

The snow gently landed on your hair, adding more to the charm she already believed you had before her expression softened and she did the same, closing her eyes tight and clasping her hands against her chest to make a wish.

When a few minutes finally pass, you reopen your eyes to look at the woman next to you and she smiles shyly while turning to you, your noses and cheeks red from the snow. A light giggle came falling from your lips before you took the scarf you had around your neck to wrap around her own and keep her warm.

As you adjusted the thick cloth around her, Sooyoung’s eyes stayed on your face, her breath caught in her throat as she watched the focused expression on your face before you finally tucked the scarf properly and smiled at her, your dimples making you look even cuter than she thought you were.

When you finally dropped your hands to the side, you were a little surprised to see just how close you had gotten without realizing. The red on your cheeks grew darker and Sooyoung giggled at your adorable expression before she reached out to cup your cheeks in her slightly warmer hands.

“Is that better?” She chuckled when you crinkle your nose and grin at her. “You know, you could have just told me if you wanted me to be close.” You joke and she bites her lip while taking half a step closer. “What if I do want you closer?” She asks with a sudden spike of courage and your words die in your throat as you stare at each other’s eyes.

Her heart was beating loud in her ears and she was afraid that her words may have scared you off, but the slight tilt of your head and the quirk of your lips makes her a bit more bold as she pulls you until your foreheads collide. “Then I’ll be closer.” You whisper, breath fanning against her lips as she takes a quick glance before going back to your eyes.

“I want you close.” She murmurs and your hands rest on her hips as you make the move of closing the gap between you, pressing your lips gently against her soft ones in a tender kiss that makes her knees buckle.

Suddenly, it didn’t feel so cold compared when you first got out on the balcony. All either of you could focus on was the warmth of your lips against the other’s and the feeling of your body fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

When you pull away, her eyes stay closed, relishing in the way the feeling of your lips linger on her skin as a smile crept up her face. As her eyes open, you’re both smiling and giggling before she reaches up to brush the snow that landed on your hair. “I might have lied a while ago.” She tells you in a small voice, almost afraid to break the serenity that was around you when your brows raise.

“How so?”

She bites her lip before giving you another peck on the lips. “I wanted one more thing for Christmas, but it looks like I don’t have to wait anymore.”

[viastro]

cafe chuu | lee chan

ミ★ synopsis: in which chan works at a cafe and you come in everyday asking for him to make you a surprise drink. [requested by @dreamingmira​]

ミ★ genre: barista!chan, fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 3,290

ミ★ pairings: chan x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this was requested like over a month ago by @dreamingmira​! this is so long overdue i am so sorry omg. make sure to give lots of love to our boy, lee chan ! i hope you guys like it <3

“Ooo, here comes the guy who boosts all our sales!” Chan rolls his eyes at Soonyoung’s comment, walking into the backroom to put on his apron. 

“Shut up.” Chan says with a smile, taking off his jacket and putting it into his locker. Soonyoung leans against the wall, chuckling as he watches his friend tie the back of his apron on with ease. Yeri walks into the room to grab her water bottle from her locker, giving Chan a playful wink and finger guns, “He wasn’t lying though.”

“We just make good drinks!” Chan argues, and Yeri chuckles.

“Just admit it Chan, everyone develops a crush on you as you take their order. That’s why we have so many regulars! Did you know that every time I’m at the register someone asks me where you are?” Yeri tells him, wiggling her eyebrows for good measure. Soonyoung laughs at the expression on her face, causing Chan to chuckle as well. 

“You guys are crazy.” He mutters, turning around after closing his locker. He runs a hand through his hair before walking towards the front counter, ignoring the quiet squeals Soonyoung and Yeri make from behind him. Well, attempts to ignore.

“I’m your biggest fan! Can you kiss my coffee cup?”

“Can I have a mocha... with you on the side?”

“Oh my god! Good one Soonie!”

“Thank you, I try. I really try.” 

“I hate it here.” Chan says, causing Soonyoung and Yeri to crack up. He walks up to the counter, and closes his eyes once he realizes how many people are waiting in line. Soonyoung nudges him from behind, and Yeri giggles before heading over to the sink to wash her hands. 

“Hi welcome to Cafe Chuu, what can I get started for you?” Chan asks with a smile on his face, and he notices a blush immediately form on her cheeks. 

“U-um… you…”

“What?”

“I mean! What’s your best drink here?” Chan bites the inside of his cheek when he hears Soonyoung and Yeri start snickering behind him, and he has half the mind to turn around and pinch both of them. He lets out a breath, before giving the customer a smile.

“Well, I’d say…”

“Thank you! Come again.” The customer turns around and waves at Chan, before heading out the door, giggling with her friends. Chan lets out a small sigh, turning around and leaning back against the counter. It’s almost the end of his shift, and he’s quite literally exhausted from how many orders he had to take, as well as how many of them he had to make. 

“Head’s up Chan, someone’s walking in.” Soonyoung calls out from the sink, causing Chan to turn around and face the front of the shop. His eyes widen slightly when you open the door, the setting sun hitting your skin in a way that makes it appear as if you’re glowing. You run a hand through your hair, letting out a small huff as you walk up to the counter, staring up at the menu.

Yeri and Soonyoung both exchange looks as they take in Chan’s awe-struck state. It’s the first time they’ve ever seen him be like that rather than it being the customer. Yeri takes the chance to look at you, and she grins at the fact that you’re not bursting at the seams because of Chan.

“What a turn of events.” Yeri mutters, giggling to herself as she turns back to clean up the area near all the syrup. 

mmm, not really wanting a cappuccino right now… you think to yourself. You raise a finger to your lips, and Chan watches as you place it in between your teeth as you continue to try and decide what drink to order. Soonyoung turns and sees Chan with his eyes wide, bright blush on his cheeks as he stares at you, and he chuckles. 

You just got out of “work” at the advertising company you intern at, and you’re fucking thirsty. Not for water, no, you chugged a shit ton of that at work. Instead, you’re thirsty for a drink you’re unsure of at the moment. It’s one of those moments where you want to drink something but everything that comes to mind just… doesn’t feel right.

don’t really want hot chocolate either… you purse your lips to the side, before looking straight ahead and making direct eye contact with the oh neptune.

The cashier is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your 20 years of living. His hair is parted slightly to the side, showing a sliver of his forehead. He’s wearing specs and a sweater, overall giving him a soft aura. You find yourself internally quaking at the fact that he’s so pretty until you remember that you have a drink to order.

“Hi.” You greet, a grin breaking out onto your face when he just blinks at you. 

chan’s brain: ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

“Hello?” You say again, and that’s when the handsome cashier snaps out of it. He runs a hand through his hair, another blush forming on his cheeks at the fact that he literally just got caught staring at you in awe. He gives you a small smile, and you find yourself smiling back. 

“H-hi! Welcome to Cafe Chuu. What would you like to order?” Chan stutters, and you hold yourself back from cooing at him. 

pull yourself together bitch.

“Surprise me.” You tell him, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“Surprise you?”

You nod your head, giving him finger guns, to which he lets out a startled laugh. He tilts his head to the side, before grinning and inputting a number into the register. You get ready to take out your card, only for him to just hand you a receipt. He turns around to begin preparing your drink, and you look at him with a confused expression.

“But I didn’t pay?” Chan looks over at you, giving you a warm smile. “It’s okay, it’s on me.” 

Your eyes glance down to his nametag, Chan. You raise your hand up your arm, rubbing your bicep as warmth floods your face. You nod your head at him, “Thank you, Chan.” 

“Of course. The drink will be ready in five minutes or so, you can go and sit at the tables while you wait.” He tells you, and you nod your head, walking over towards an empty seat. Once you’re far enough, Chan turns back towards the blender and lets out a breath, raising his hand up to his chest just to rub the area where his heart is. 

“Oooo~ does our star employee have a crush?” 

“I think he does~”

“That’s so cute~” Chan rolls his eyes at their teasing from behind him, reaching over towards the syrup and grabbing the lavender flavored one. You rest your chin on your hand, watching him from your seat as he prepares your drink. 

he has broad shoulders… epic… 

“Are you making a lavender latte?” Yeri asks in amazement as Chan pours the freshly brewed coffee into the container. He doesn’t respond, instead focusing on adding the lavender syrup and stirring it. 

“Yes he is.” Soonyoung answers for Chan, giving his friend the thumbs up when he nods his head at him. Soonyoung and Yeri both step up closer behind Chan, watching as he carefully pours the milk on top of the sweet lavender flavored coffee. 

“It smells good…” Yeri mutters as she takes a whiff of the drink, to which Chan chuckles. 

“I’ll make you some after this customer leaves. She wanted me to surprise her, so I did something that’s not on the menu.” Chan explains, and Yeri grins. 

“Okay, cool guy.” Chan chooses to ignore that comment in favor of putting on the lid and protective sleeve over the cup. Soonyoung and Yeri watch as he heads over to your table instead of calling out your order number, beginning to giggle to themselves.

“My God, I’ve never seen Chan whipped for someone before.” 

“This is the craziest day ever. Write this shit down in the calendar, we have to celebrate this day every year. It’s a new holiday.” Soonyoung hurriedly whispers, causing Yeri to reach for a pen and run over to the calendar on the wall. 

“Hi, here’s your surprise drink.” Chan tells you with a smile, placing the cup carefully onto your table. You get a whiff of the drink, turning to the cute barista and giving him an excited grin. “It smells sweet, which is perfect because I literally have a stroke when I drink coffee that doesn’t have any creamer or sugar.” Chan laughs at your comment, and you feel your heart warm at the fact that you were able to make him let out that wonderful sound. 

“I hope you like it.” Chan says softly, before turning around and walking back to the counter. You let out a small smile, looking down at the drink on the table. You pick it up, blowing the hole in the lid to try and cool it down. 

Chan, Soonyoung, and Yeri watch your reaction as you finally take a small sip. Chan lets out a breath of relief when he sees your eyes widen in surprise, a smile gracing your features as you move to take a larger sip. Yeri and Soonyoung grin at Chan, finding him acting like an awestruck puppy rather endearing. 

You stand up from the table, drink in hand as you walk towards the exit. You place your hand on the door handle, before turning around to glance at Chan. Soonyoung and Yeri immediately duck behind the counter as you turn, and Chan has to hold back his laugh. You give him a small wave, “Bye Chan, thank you for the coffee.” 

He waves back at you, and you watch as his eyes sparkle at you, “I’m glad you liked it!” 

And with that, you turn and walk out of the cafe. 

While Chan sinks to his knees, letting out a happy squeal into his hands. Soonyoung and Yeri immediately hound him, teasing him for every little thing.

“Hi welcome to Cafe Chuu-” The words die in Chan’s mouth as he looks up from the register, locking eyes with you. You have half your hair tied back, and he takes notice of the pink ribbon in your hair and he almost explodes. You’re staring at him with a shy smile on your face, and he lets out a breath at your beauty.

“Hi Chan.”

“Hi.” He breathes, and Soonyoung chuckles at how awestruck his friend is once again. 

it’s been like one day and he’s still in awe, he thinks to himself as he watches the tips of Chan’s ears turn red. 

“W-what would you like to order?” Chan stutters, and he looks down at the floor, reaching his fist up to his mouth and biting it at the fact that he fucking stuttered. He internally curses himself, but you giggle at his nervousness. He lowers his fist at the sound, looking up and seeing you smiling at him. 

“Cute.” You mutter, before looking back up at the menu, thinking about what to order. Chan bites back a grin, trying not to giggle like a baby at the fact that you called him cute.

me!! she thinks i’m cute!!!

“Chan?”

“Yes?”

“Can you give me another surprise drink?” You ask, looking down from the menu and making eye contact with him. He purses his lips, before giving you a thumbs up. “Heck yeah I can.” 

“Let me pay for it this time!” You add, handing him your debit card. Chan chuckles, taking it from you and swiping it, before giving it back to you. You flash a bright smile, shooting him finger guns once again. “I’m excited for what you’ll make me this time.”

“You have too much faith in me…” Chan trails off as he doesn’t know your name, and you feel your heartbeat wildly in your chest as he waits for you to tell him. 

“Yn, my name is yn.” 

“Yn… that’s a beautiful name.” He mutters softly, and you feel heat rise to your face. You immediately turn around and walk towards an empty table, cupping your cheeks with your hands to try and make the warmth go away. Chan watches you walk away, a lovestruck smile on his face. 

“I’ll take over the register, you go make her drink.” Yeri says from behind him, snapping him out of his daze. Chan thanks her, patting her shoulder before walking over to the different tea assortments. He grabs the matcha green tea, officially getting into business.

You watch him from your table, the small smile never leaving your features as he makes your drink. You feel your heart skip a beat when he looks up at his coworker, letting out a laugh laugh at a joke he makes. You cannot believe that someone like him exists, being both handsome, cute, and sweet all at the same time.

i bet he even feeds stray cats. 

Chan turns and locks eyes with you, giving you an excited grin and pointing at the cup of milk he just frothed. Your small smile grows even bigger, lifting your hands up and making a thumbs up. Now satisfied with your reaction, he goes back to preparing your drink.

oh my god i bet he respects elders.

Chan carefully pours the tea into the cup, then the froth over the tea. He sprinkles a bit of matcha powder mixed with sugar over the frothed milk, before putting on the lid and the protective sleeve. He walks over to you, ignoring the stares you and him receive as he places it onto the table. 

“How come he never delivers the drink to me when I order?”

“Is this a new company policy? If so, I love it.”

“Ugh, he’s so cute.”

“Ooo, I saw you using matcha back there. I’m excited.” You tell Chan, and he grins down at you. You carefully take a sip, and your eyes widen once again at how tasty it is. You look up at him, giving him a thumbs up, and he smiles widely. 

“It’s so good! Thank you Channie!” His eyes almost bulge out at the nickname, and he turns and coughs into his elbow to try and hide the growing blush on his cheeks. “Y-you’re welcome yn.” 

“Really, this is so good.” 

“I’m happy you like it.” Chan says shyly, and you smile. He turns around at the sound of Soonyoung having trouble with the register, and he chuckles. “Duty calls!” 

You wave at him as he turns around and walks off, and this time he shoots finger guns at you, causing you to laugh. He grins happily, returning to register and giving a kind smile to the customer waiting to order.

“Hi! Welcome to Cafe Chuu, what would you like to order?”

Chan lets out a sigh, taking a sip of water as he hangs up his apron. It’s the end of his shift, and he’s ready to go home. At the same time, he doesn’t want to head home just yet, and that’s for one reason and one reason only.

You didn’t visit today.

It’s been a month since you first came to the cafe, and you’ve visited everyday since then. Or at least, every time Chan is on his shift. The two of you have somehow gotten closer. If the cafe was busy? Then he’d just write a cute note on your cup and deliver it to your table. If there weren’t many customers? He’d sit across from you after handing you a drink, and the two of you would get to know each other. 

Chan discovered that your favorite flowers are lilies, and you find the sky to be prettiest when the sun rises. Not when it’s a foggy morning and you can’t see anything, but when the sky has brilliant splashes of pink, orange, and sometimes purple as the sun rises across the horizon. It fills you with a sense of calm.

While you learned that Chan’s a dancer, and he works hard to master his craft. He goes to work during the day, then at night he goes to a studio and creates choreography. You also found out that Chan does, indeed, feed stray cats outside of his apartment complex.

the epitome of a good man.

Chan likes you. He likes you a lot. Seeing you come into the cafe, whether it be in the evening after you got off your shift, or early in the morning before you go to the subway, just being able to witness your smile has him in a good mood for the rest of the day. He’s come to look forward to your visits, so you not coming today has him in a bit of a sad mood. Soonyoung and Yeri noticed, both letting out giggles at how upset he looks as he steps out of the backroom. Chan glances up at them, giving them a glare, before walking over towards the door. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow Channie!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He mutters, stepping out of the cafe. He takes in a deep breath of the fresh night air, feeling a wave of relief hit him. He turns, beginning to walk towards his apartment complex as the stars begin to come out. 

Chan lets out a small sigh after a few minutes of walking, “I wish she came today.”

“Chan!”

“It’s like I can still hear her.” He says softly, simply coming to terms with the fact that he just imagined you calling his name. It’s not like you were running towards him from behind, trying to get his attention or anything.

“Channie!!” 

“Damn, it really is like I can still hear her.”

“Lee Chan!” Chan finally turns around at the third call of his name, realizing that he’s not just imagining it. His eyes widen when he sees you running towards him, a smile on your face when you finally catch his eyes. As soon as you’re a few feet in front of him, you double over, wheezing. 

“Holy SHIT. I haven’t ran that fast in like... three years.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I just. Zoo wee mama.” You suck in another breath, before standing straight up, giving Chan an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I just got out of my intern thing. Boss kept me a bit later to try and teach me a new program on the computer. Training stuff, you know the deets.” 

“Oh! It’s okay yn, don’t worry.” You let out another breath, trying to hold back your giggles as you recall Yeri and Soonyoung telling you that Chan was moping around during the end of his shift when he realized you weren’t coming. However, as soon as they told you he left, you ran in the direction they told you he went in until you finally saw him. 

whipped !!

“I, uh. Do you wanna go eat at the convenience store with me? I didn’t have dinner yet.” You offer, and Chan stares at you with the familiar awestruck expression you’ve gotten used to. He lets out a soft smile, nodding his head as he looks into your eyes with nothing but adoration. “I’d love to.”

You hold your hand out, and he glances down at it for a moment. Slowly he reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let out a breath, finding that your hand fits his like a glove. 

a perfect match. 

“Let’s go eat unhealthy ramyun!”

“How many are you going to eat?”

“Probably like, three.”

“Jesus Christ yn.”

“What else did you expect? I come to the cafe everyday and ask for a surprise drink with lots of sugar, this should be expected.”

“I hate how right you are.”

[chauwrites]

to yeri

10/06/18 to spectrum yeri / erica mac during her sad girl days where she thought no one cared about her or spectrum enough

YERI,

honestly, it’s been really riveting helping out da crew with this project because this is the first time i’m doing something behind your back >u< everytime you say something about how people don’t care and they won’t do things for you anymore, i think about this project and i wanted to tell you sO BADLY but bam. here we are. anyways, i just wanted to give you a shORT “SHORT” (yknow im wordy rip) appreciation letter. first of all, thanks for being an amazing, capable, creative head admin for both me and irene and the rest of the member of the rp. you come up with the creative ideas and the new methods of executing the events. you want them bigger and better, and you properly do it every time. even your mistakes look flawless. you crank out beautiful edits even when you’re tired and out of inspiration, you work hard to hone in your skills and improve yourself. you set the goals and you complete them. you reach heights no one has gone to before. if there’s a better rp, let me see it. if there is anyone else so dedicated to making sure their rp runs smoothly, let me meet them. spectrum is your baby and legit, this baby will never grow up to be rotten. IMAGINE: the BEST rpr roleplay coming back from the dead to be an instagram rp that basically CHANGES the game for other rps, get talked about on multiple platforms, creates so much hype that the people who used to know you back in 2012-2014 hear about you and come to spectrum to find you again, creates standards for events so high that they’re unable to be replicated, and most importantly, has seen the most growth and dedication the rp world has ever seen. we’re almost 2 years in and our events just get better and better. none of that slack shit. even our art events are better than other places, and it’s because you organize and you plan everything to be above and beyond. the work you do is ABOVE recognition. harvard, ACCEPT MY GIRL KIM YERIM.

second of all, you are literally such a great friend and a beautiful human being. sure, you are hateful @ 9328902493 things in this universe, but you love and appreciate the important things around you and you have clear and set morals that help you be a well-rounded person. every time i need to get something off my mind, every time i need someone there for me, every time i just need to take a break from this university environment, you’re there for me. i’m sorry i’ve let you down and disappointed you these past couple of months. i have a million regrets and LITERALLY a big chunk of them revolve around how i could’ve tried harder to help you, i could’ve tried harder to recruit people or talk to them more or learn more skills or think more creatively to add a new section into our events or how i could’ve replied to your messages in a more timely manner. i’ve pulled myself out of an “unhelpful funk” before and i am willing to do it again because you are WORTH IT. worth every hour spent trying to video edit, worth every hour spent messaging about event ideas and brainstorming instead of sleep, worth every hour that i have of your company. thank you for always trusting me with stories about your family, stories about your life, all of your ideas and all of your rough drafts. thank you for asking for my opinions or being considerate of my bizarre schedules even though you didn’t have to be. thank you for being patient with me these days, even when i mess up. thank you for pretty much always having my back. thank you for encouraging me to do the right things with my life. thank you for all of your words, your courage, and your unwavering spirit. i mean, you are in a spirit slump now but YOU WILL GET IT BACK. I LOVE YOU YERI, YOU GOT THIS. TODAY, SPECTRUM, TOMORROW, THE WORLDDDDD

(p.s the fafsa is open now and u should get on it so you can get aid next year 🤭)

[kylkyng]

“Whoa, that disguise is so good, I didn’t recognise you for a second!”

★ reference: HERE

★ currently: open.

With a proud grin, the female pushes the specs up her nose bridge before shecarefully braids the soft blond-colored long wig that she was currently wearing;making sure for it to look natural to not to catch anyone’s attention thatmight led her get caught in public. “I know, right?” she smiles, fixing thebangs of the wig; somehow styling it to cover her face slightly. “Maybe youshould try it sometime, Yeri-ssi! If you wish to try this, I’d suggest for you to get ones that don’t look so tacky colored and make sure to get ones that looks soft, almost like real hair.” she suggests, “we all need to go out withoutgetting recognized sometimes, right?”

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RED VELVET: YERI by janjanzira-1 featuring a blue shoulder bag ❤ liked on Polyvore

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[velvetwitter]

tem uma live da yeri seulgi e irene juntas, as 3 com specs, voce poderia fazer icons?

não lembro de nenhuma live assim mas tem 2 videos no ig delas que as 3 tão de óculos fiz icons deles. aqui, bebê, dicupa se não for isso :(

[spectreom]

quite right. yeri, sicheng, and irene have done a great job keeping spectrum going and i’m very thankful for them all. everyone in spec is a star ok. ur all amazing. (3/3)

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