[2:10 AM] Jeno sighed as he leaned over to tie your hair up in a bun. You were sitting against the counter of the bathroom sink, looking the most wasted that you have ever been.

You spent the entire night drinking after a major fight broke between you and him. It hasn’t been going fine for a while now. You never seem to meet a common ground in almost everything which led to a dozen arguments a week. The fight from four nights ago was the last straw. You were fighting over something as simple as doing the dishes. That’s how bad it was. In your frustration, you said some words you didn’t mean. You called Jeno names you never even used before. And in his anger, he said he wished you two just never met.

Something broke inside you that time. You shouted at him to leave. To just go and never come back. Jeno didn’t even say anything in his defense. He just let out a sigh before turning around and walking out the door, closing it with a deafening bang. Then you broke down.

You love him, you still do. But with everything that went on lately, with your lack of time and attention and patience for each other, love definitely wasn’t enough to keep the flame alive. Still, part of you hoped that it was just one of your silly fights. Part of you hoped to find him right next to you when you wake up in the morning. But he didn’t show up the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that.

I guess it’s over, you thought to yourself. It was fine at first. But every ticking second weighed heavier on your heart. Did you really just throw a three-year relationship in the dust just because of some dirty dishes? You broke down again. Then you figured crying won’t drown the pain. But alcohol definitely will.

After forcing some friends to go clubbing with you, you wasted no time emptying shots of alcohol down your throat. You didn’t keep count. You just kept on throwing them in and in. You know your friends have been trying to slow you down the whole night. You kept getting worried looks from them but you couldn’t care. You just wanted to forget. You wanted the thought of Lee Jeno to depart your mind and give you even just a night of peace. 

But every time a guy dances a little too close to you or someone turns to ask your name, you always blurt out the same reply, “I have a boyfriend.”

“I know,” one guy replied. He was gripping your wrist, enough to keep you from running but not so much to make it hurt.

You laughed. Your head was spinning. “How?” you asked, your tone a little too flirtatious even for your intoxicated self.

“Because I’m him.”

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— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

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I KNOW I JUST WROTE ABOUT MARK BUT IM GONNA WRITE ABOUR MARK AGAIN IS THAT OK KSJFJFKD i just saw something really cute on twitter and it gave me an idea 🥺 (also if u wanna read about anyone, my asks and messages are always open love u)

[9:53 PM]  Mark must have been so tired to have lazily dropped on the couch as soon as he got to your apartment. Their practice ended about an hour ago but they got stuck in traffic somewhere, making the travel time longer than it should be. 

Once you opened the door, he gave you a tired smile, a light kiss on the lips and a soft “Hey, how’s your day?” before going to the couch and slumping on it.

“It was normal. You look exhausted,” you said, walking towards him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, eyes already half-closed. “Just tired. We did like a hundred rounds of the choreo today.”

You didn’t know if it was an overestimation but seeing as how drained he looked, he might be telling the truth. You sat on the tiny space beside him, hands immediately flying to brush his hair which was still a bit soaked with sweat. “Do you need anything?” you asked.

“You,” he replied without missing a beat, a clear smirk visible on his face.

You rolled your eyes at the corny remark, shoving his face lightly with your hand, but you couldn’t deny the weird feeling it gave you in the stomach especially when your cheeks are tinged with a shade of bright pink. A year and a half together and this is still the effect he has on you.

“Seriously though, just cuddle with me,” he said, more serious this time.

“You’re all sweaty,” you said, but you were already finding your usual place beside him as Mark’s body adjusted to fit both of your frames on the crowded couch. The two of you moved around until you found a comfortable position with your forehead perfectly aligned with his lips, legs entangled with each other with no amount of space in between your bodies.

He let out a soft chuckle. “I changed my shirt before coming here, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but you should take a shower,” you mumbled, already snuggling against his chest.

“Am I smelly?” he asked before cheekily adding, “You should shower with me.”

“I just showered.” You hit him in the arm, earning a loud laugh, reverberating from his chest to the rest of your body.

The truth is he still smelled good. No matter how sweaty and tired Mark gets, he still smells so attractive. You didn’t know if it was his cologne or the smell of his shirt or just him in general, but you’ve become so accustomed to his smell that every time it fills your senses, you just feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Take a shower,” you said again.

“Nap first.”

Mark closed his eyes. You started playing with his cheeks, lightly squishing and massaging it, occasionally tilting your head more to peck him on the lips, mumbling that he should take a shower before going to sleep. Mark managed to ignore you at first, but after one kiss that went a little deeper than the others, his eyes opened. 

“Y/N,” he groaned. “Let me sleep.”

You sat up, escaping the loose bond that his arms had around you. You went to your room to get the towel Mark leaves in your apartment for himself. “Take a shower first! It’ll make you sleep better. I’ll cuddle with you all you want after.”

“Why do you make my life miserable?” he whined cutely, but got up anyways.

“Stop overreacting,” you said, throwing him the towel.

You watched as he threw the towel over his shoulder and sauntered to the bathroom with eyes half closed. As he was about to enter, he turned around one last time. “I’m sorry. You don’t make my life miserable. I love you. Please shower with me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend who was standing there, pouting like a five year old. He really is one of a kind, and god only knows how lucky you are to be able to come home to this everyday.

“Get in there and I’ll think about it,” you said.

He grinned. “That’s a yes in Y/N language.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he laughed, finally entering the bathroom but leaving the door open.

“Yeah, no, I don’t.”