LOL I JUST REALISED THAT WHEN IT SHOWS UP THAT I LIKE SOMETJING IT GOES UNDER THIS BLOG BUT WHEN I REBLOG IT GOES TO MY REC ACCOUNT. so,, to any authors who might be wondering why it’s like by je0ngjaehyun by reblogged by 4neoc1ty just know that je0ngjaehyun is trying to spread your amazing work!!

after feeling you shift for the umpteenth time on his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer and tucking your head in his neck, mark finally asks you "what are you doing?" he giggles and flinches from the way you huff from your spot, "i'm not close enough" you grumbled. mark side eyes you before chuckling, "you literally wrapped yourself around me under my blanket, intertwined your legs with mine, and are miles deep into my neck- how are you not close enough?" he laughed. you lift your head from his neck, pouting "do you not like it?" "no, i don't mind it. i like you close too." mark shakes his head, turning so he can stare at your face with a goofy smile. "i'm okay like this" "well i'm not" you quickly say, frowning now as you feel yourself getting frustrated. mark looks at you in playful shock, "what are you trying to do to me? merge bodies? tarde souls?" to his surprise, you shake your head and push his head out the way with your own to go back to your spot, wrapping you arms around his torso and hugging him tightly. "that's exactly what i want to do but i can't!" "well yea, that's kinda impossible" mark giggles as you squeeze him but stopping when he feels you sniffling on his hoodie. "hey-", he taps your hips, "are you really upset?" you lift your head again to reveal some tears and shake your head yes. mark sighs, "you're ridiculous" and moves his hands from resting on your waist to your sides as pulls you into him. you put your head on his shoulder and whispers into your ear, "i don't have the ability to trade souls or merge bodies but i can keep you warm so we can take a nap? is that good, baby?" "...yea, that's okay." mark hums before contining to hum in your ear to lull you to sleep. <3

THE MIDNIGHT SHIFT | J.JH

SYNOPSIS. Working as a pediatric nurse in a busy hospital has both its pros and cons. Some of the pros include: working with children, saving lives, and working alongside the extremely charming and surprisingly single Dr. Jeong Jaehyun. Some of the cons include: not having enough time to date, getting baby fever while being undeniably single, developing a crush on a co-worker, and being called into work on the one holiday you were granted off. Your dreams of ringing in the new year at a lavish party with a boy to kiss were ruined by the night shift but at least you had Dr. Jeong to keep you company when the clock strikes twelve.

PAIRING.Jeong Jaehyun x (f) reader GENRE. Hospital!AU | New Year’s Eve!AU | Fluff | Comedy | Pediatric Doctor!Jaehyun | Pediatric Nurse!Y/N WARNINGS.hospital setting (there may be inaccurate descriptions!); needles (doctors and nurses administering shots); mentions of alcohol and food consumption, blood, death (no one dies! no one even comes close to dying, i promise!); language WORD COUNT.4.9k+

PLAYLIST. Kiss Me at Midnight - NSYNC

CHOOSING TO PURSUE A CAREER IN NURSING WAS A NO-BRAINER FOR YOU.

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first waltz — park sunghoon ❣︎

prince sunghoon, the esteemed leader of the land, bowed respectfully to the duke and duchess he was politely conversing with before you noticed him make eye contact with you, the princess from the neighbouring state. the ballroom was filled with loud music played by the most talented musicians in the country.

immediately after the prince spotted you, he excused himself from his conversation and made his way to you.

“a lovely evening it is tonight, princess y/n,” the prince started.

“it is indeed. it’s wonderful to finally meet you, prince sunghoon.”

a small smile grew on his lips before he parted them slightly, “may i have this dance, princess?”

he extended his hand out to which you quickly accepted, “i’d be delighted.”

he led you to the middle of the ballroom floor, and the ocean of guests immediately parted for the two of you.

when you made it to your spot, with sunghoon in front of you, he let go of your hand. he bowed deeply, and you followed with a curtsy.

the next song began to play. it was a slower piece of music, yet it was so grand, it made you feel like even if you didn’t move your feet willingly, they could easily continue to dance on their own.

the man in front of you offered his hand, which you gladly took. he placed his other gently on your waist, while you rested yours on his shoulder. both yours and the prince’s eyes stared softly into the other’s as your feet began to move, sunghoon leading the way.

he was an excellent dancer, and anyone could easily recognize that. his moves were elegant, yet strong and full of passion and pride. you were also a well-skilled dancer, as you were a princess and grew up trained for occasions such as this.

with his eyes still on yours, he spoke, “you look beautiful tonight, princess.”

this caused you to grow a smile, brightening up your already cheerful, elegant features, “thank you, prince sunghoon. you look quite dashing yourself.”

with your faces only inches apart, you had the opportunity to analyze his features. your eyes broke contact with his and trailed down his face. first, you were drawn to the mole by his eye, on the bridge of his nose. somehow, you found it charming. then, your eyes travelled down his nose, to his lips.

“is there something on my face?” his calm voice disrupted your thoughts, causing your somewhat widened eyes to lock onto his.

“uh- i- no. pardon my manners. i apologize-“

“it’s alright. you have nothing to apologize for. in fact, you have quite pretty lips as well.”

his comment caught you off guard and you almost tripped on your own toes, but luckily, sunghoon was there to steady you so as to not cause a scene. you cleared your throat.

“wait, are you implying-“ you narrowed your eyes, “-that you have a handsome set of lips yourself?”

he chuckled before smirking, “well, let’s just say, all beauty should be recognized.”

you didn’t quite know what the mysterious boy was getting at, but before you even had time to think about it, the music ended and sunghoon let go of his hold on your waist, one hand still holding yours. with his eyes still locked on your own, he leaned down slightly, bringing your hand up to his lips where he left a delicate kiss.

FOREIGN EXPERIENCE, FOREIGN DELIGHTS

꒰ pairing ꒱ park sunghoon × gn!reader

꒰ genre ꒱ slice of life, romance, fluff

꒰ warnings ꒱ argument, minor cursing (maybe)

꒰ summary ꒱ sunghoon had gone through life believing love is a choice. to never get involved with love was his decision. however, his view of life and love changed for the better, after a little quarrel with a complete stranger.

꒰ word count ꒱ 1.1k

꒰ author note ꒱ reposted bc hellhole decided to cut my fic in half. finally, an actual slice of life fic! isn't it cute? anyways, sunghoon fic coming through!! argument dialogue help from @enhypenisnotforsale @gyukult @mygnolia

꒰ taglist ꒱ @taecup-fics

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heeseung’s hoodie

pairing -> jake x reader, heeseung x reader (slight) 

also featuring -> riki

genre -> crack, angst, slight fluff in the end!

summary -> our ex cheated on you, so you decide to go over to their house to cause some mishap, only to later on discover that your ex recently moved.

warnings -> a few curses, toilet papering someone’s house??

word count -> 1.1k

a/n -> this was inspired by one of @/screnwriter’s prompts but i can’t find it rn 😭 please let me know if you can find it 😭

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park sunghoon; to the moon, never back.

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[11:50 PM]

his chest rises and falls, the sound of his heartbeat was calming, peaceful. he soothed his fingers through your hair as he hummed along to your favorite song. his other hand in yours, you fiddled with it, admiring his pretty hand.

it was quiet, but no words were needed to be said because at that moment, the only thing that was needed was the presence of each other.

with the sound of his hums, breaths, heartbeats and his fingers calmly running through your hair, it slowly lulled you to sleep. eyes becoming heavy as every minute passed by.

looking at your figure, he saw that you were asleep and smiled to himself. unaware that you were only lightly asleep, he kissed your head. the sudden action woke you up.

moving your head to look up at him confused, he then let out a little laugh, pausing from soothing your hair and rested his hand on top of your head. "im sorry, i didn't mean to wake you up" he said smiling, almost whispering, looking down at you, placing another kiss softly on your forehead.

you smiled in response, eyes still droopy.

the only source of light into the room was from your window. the moonlight reflecting on his face, he looks so unreal. his glowing eyes, tall nose, his perfect lips. everything about him drove you crazy.

you laid on his chest, staring up at him for a while. admiring his perfect features and anatomy, you could've looked at him all night and day. how did you get such a pretty boy for a boyfriend?

staring right back at you, he thought your sleepy face was the cutest thing he's ever seen, smiling to himself.

"baby?" he said, distracting your thoughts "you okay?"

"yeah"

"you sure? you look like you zoned out on me" he said chuckling.

"i wasn't zoned out, you're just... really pretty" you said, looking away from his face, trying to prevent him from seeing your flustered cheeks after confessing.

he laughed, looking at you in your embarrassed state. he didn't think he could possibly find you anymore cuter.

his hand lifted from holding yours and cupped your face, lifting it to make you look up at him as he caressed it gently. right then and there, he paused. admiring your features. he then kissed your forehead again, and then your eyebrow, you eyelids, the tip of your nose, your rosy cheeks, and then your lips.

you giggled at the tickling sensation. "how did i get such an adorable girl for a girlfriend, hm?" he giggled along.

"i love you." you said underneath your breath, his face slowly rested from smiling so hard to admiring you. "so much"

"i love you more" he replied

"i love you to the moon and back" you said inching closer to his face with a cheeky facial expression when he then also leaned in and kissed you.

this time it wasn't just a peck, it was passionate, slow, it felt heavenly even.

the kiss lasted a while before he pulled away. "i love you," he said, stroking your hair gently, looking at you with his eyes that seemed to be glowing, holding millions of stars behind them, just because he was looking at you. he continued, "to the moon, never back."

you laughed, "what does that even mean?"

"to the moon and back is too short of a distance to reciprocate how much i love you. i love you so much, to no ends."

you smiled, feeling emotional but not wanting to cry because you'd only end up with swollen eyes by the time the sun rises, he realizes and chuckles underneath his breath, moving his body to face you, hugging you even closer as if you two weren't already close enough.

"lets get to sleep, hm?" he whispered while patting your back.

oh how much you loved this boy. you could literally bring him the moon if he asked you to.

~~~

made a playlist for this fic! :)

tags (open!) @sunwoahkim @ev4h @dailykitplusmelatoinin

includes: roommate!sunghoon, gn!reader, fluff and alcohol mention

Sunghoon was on the verge of falling asleep on the couch, too tired and too comfortable to even think about getting onto his feet in favor of relocating to his own bed. Other than his apparent laziness, he was also waiting for you to come back from a night out with friends.

Knowing how you were when drunk, he really didn’t want another repeat of last time where it involved one of your neighbors almost calling emergency services when you made a scene of yelling really loudly while knocking on your apartment door, somehow forgetting that you had a key.

Better safe than sorry. He thought while watching the door close behind you hours prior.

Just as Sunghoon was about to doze off, he jolted awake when the front door all but slams open so hard that it might have just flew off the hinges, followed by a string of loud but unintelligible curses before his blurry gaze landed on your obviously unstable form.

The lights in the living room flicker open—courtesy by you—causing Sunghoon to blink rapidly a few times to get used to the sudden brightness. You, however, had no regard for disturbing what was about to be his peaceful slumber and only smiled—a dopey one at that, glossy eyes and all—when both your eyes met.

“Guess who’s drunk!” You yell, letting your purse and jacket fall to the ground, “Me!” and Sunghoon takes that as his cue to come to your aid before you end up hitting your head from tripping over your own two feet.

“God—you, are absolutely shitfaced, Y/N.” Was the first thing he said as his hands reached out to steady you by your arms. “How many drinks did you have?” He asks, wrinkling his nose when he catches the stench of alcohol when you let out a breathy giggle.

“Lost count after 5 margaritas,” you slurred, glossy eyes appearing as if they held the stars in them when you look up at him with the same dopey smile from earlier. “Then Jay kept the shots coming.” You giggle again and Sunghoon blinks, taken aback when you flung your arms around his neck. “Jay’s so nice… I like Jay, he’s really nice to me.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, deciding to humor you, but unbeknownst to you and your drunken state, the smile lacked its usual charm.

Though no one can blame him really, not when he’s been harboring a secret crush on you for a while now and it does not in fact, help that everyone was well aware of how Jay was absolutely smitten for you, his roommate, the person who made his life a lot more interesting as soon as you walked through that door carrying a box full of your trinkets with a shy smile on your face; and he just knew by then that there was no turning back.

However, it seems that you weren’t done with your rambling, being shaken out of his thoughts when he felt you tug on a strand of his hair to get his attention. “I missed you though. It wasn’t as fun without you there.”

Sunghoon was well aware that you tend to be honest when drunk too, but he wasn’t expecting that and for you to look crestfallen yet sincere with your confession.

He played it cool though, a corner of his lips tipping up in a small lop-sided smile as he reached behind you to close the door. “Really now? Wasn’t Jay enough to keep you entertained? Jake? Or even Heeseung? How about your other friends?”

You shake your head, reminiscent of that of a petulant child being denied. “They weren’t you. You’re my favorite person after all.” And you go quiet after that, opting to just look up at him with your doe eyes.

Sunghoon sighs, deciding it was high time to let you sleep before you wake him up whining because of killer hangover, “c’mon let’s—”

“Have I ever told you that you’re really, really, really pretty?”

The man blinks, tilting his head as he chuckles softly at the out of the blue compliment, “I don’t think you have, no.”

“Well, you are! Absolutely the prettiest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on!” You cheer, getting on your tippy-toes and leaning in close and as much as Sunghoon knew where this was headed, he also knew he had to put a stop to it.

Although the smile never left his face, finding your ire at being denied a kiss quite humorous, especially with the face you were making. “What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?”

“Giving you a kiss? Why won’t you give me a kiss?” You whine, stomping your foot childishly at being said no too again, causing Sunghoon to snort.

“Baby, you’re drunk and as much as I want to kiss you right now, I’d rather do it when you’re sober.” He says with finality as he gently removes your arms from around his neck. “If you remember this conversation when you wake up, maybe then I’ll kiss you.”

“You promise?” You mumble, a pout on your lips.

He smiles, gently pecking your forehead instead which seemed to do the trick, “I promise. Now let’s get you to bed.”

a/n: this has been in my wips for so long omg

“hoon, what are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled to your boyfriend so as to not cause a scene.

“i’m here to take your class,” he said, jokingly annoyed. “i thought you said this class was welcome to all.”

you skated closer to your boyfriend, “but you’re like a pro, hoon. this class is for beginners!”

he shrugged and repeated, “you said this class was welcome to all.”

he then skated off to join the rest of the group, all of whom were little kids, ages ranging from as young as four years to as old as ten. and there, towering over all of the tiny boys and girls was your boyfriend with a wide grin plastered on his face, excited to get started. you even watched as he began hyping all of them up, causing you to let out a small chuckle.

after you started the class, you went through many safety rules and with help, you got them to do some skating back and forth around the rink to get warmed up and get used to being on the ice.

you skated along with them, watching attentively if anyone needed help, and while you were, your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn once in a while to your boyfriend as he so elegantly glided around the rink.

every one of your students ended up being much better than you thought, and later during the class, you gave them an introduction on how to skate backwards. you ordered them to get into a line and skate, following a path you had created on the ice with a marker. as each of them went, you held their hand to guide them, and when it came to the last person, you looked at him and laughed slightly.

“hey, aren’t you gonna give me your hand?” your boyfriend pouted, holding his right one out for you to take, but you just crossed your arms, looking at him with disbelief but also unable to keep your face straight.

“everyone else got to hold your hand,” he gave you puppy eyes, practically begging for his hand to be held by yours.

you eventually gave in, knowing he would hold up the whole class, and when you interlocked your fingers with his, a smile rose to his face once again. and as expected, he had no difficulty at all; whether he had your hand or not, skating backwards was as easy as walking for the boy.

once his turn was finished, he smirked at you which caused you to playfully roll your eyes at him before continuing the lesson.

when the class came to an end, one of the small boys, five years old, went up to sunghoon, frowning, “is teacher y/n your girlfriend?”

“hey, little man! yeah, she is my girlfriend,” he smiled proudly but after seeing the boy’s expression, he turned concerned. “why? is there something wrong?”

“but i want her to be my girlfriend!” he responded frustratedly.

this caused your boyfriend to laugh, finding the five-year-old adorable. sunghoon went to you and took your hand, raising it for the boy to see.

“sorry to tell you, man, but she’s taken,” sunghoon said to him apologetically.

hearing this, you turned your head to face the two, confused and curious about the conversation they were having.

“but don’t worry. i’m sure you’ll get an amazing girlfriend in the future, and though she won’t be as good as teacher y/n—“ his eyes met yours, smiling “—because she’s the best of the best and she’s taken, there’s still always the chance to see teacher y/n every week here!”

your lips turned up into a smile, looking at sunghoon with love and appreciation.

the little boy looked down somewhat disappointed before nodding and smiling. he thanked you and sunghoon before waving goodbye.

“that was cute,” you laughed.

“i only spoke the truth,” sunghoon grinned back at you.

his eyes then trailed down to your lips before quickly leaning in and kissing you softly. before you could even process any of it, he pulled away, taking your hand in his. he made use of this opportunity and time to do his favourite activity with his favourite person on the planet, skating along the ice for a little longer with no kids to interrupt him and his love for you.

LA VIE EN ROSE | mark lee

SUMMARY. How do you ruin your ex-girlfriend’s (whom you’re irrevocably in love with) wedding that you helped her plan for almost a year? Yeah… Mark’s not too sure either. But funny enough, these letters from said ‘future self’ know exactly how. 

GENRE. spin-off of seven letters! | soulmate!au | ex!au | wedding planner!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 15k+ words

playlist. ivy by frank ocean • dear april by frank ocean • never not by lauv • pluto projector by rex orange county • get to you again by mac ayres • frozen by sabrina claudio • focus by h.e.r • no song without you by honne • edition by rex orange county

author’s note. this is long over due lmfao. but here she is! finally! this is the second instalment for a collab i hosted last year Of First Snows and Soulmates happy reading~ 

taglist: @jae-bam​ @baekhyuns-lipchain​ @keemburley​ @huangberryyy​ @hyuckefi​ @chenrapika @sourirensoleille @sehunniepotwrites​ @give-seconds​ @infnteen​ @leetaeyonglover​ @adoreateez​ 

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moon river | jaehyun (m)

SUMMARY. Your mother warned you of many boys. She’s warned you of the immature ones, the players, and even the fools and cowards. But man, she has never warned you of guys like Jeong Jaehyun, the President’s son, who seems to be falling in love with you with every passing day even though he’s already engaged to someone he’s been set up to marry.

PAIRING. jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. president’s son!jaehyun | arranged marriage!au | doctor!reader | fluff | angst | implied smut | slice of life!au

warnings. implied smut, swearing, brief mentions of death, and brief mentions of blood (from surgery) — disclaimer: i know nothing about surgery so please take those parts of the fic with a grain of salt

WORD COUNT. 17.1k+ words

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let me tell you why this is one of my favorite fics of all time… #1 jaehyun, duh #2 i’ve read so many of ppangjaes writings and all of them are top tier but this writing is different THE DAD JUST MAKES IT SO GOOD LIKE HE HAD SOCJCIXNXJNDXJNDJXND ok i’m done ty for this writing i love u so much

to paint a lover | j.jh

PAIRING: painter!jung jaehyun x noble!fem!reader (ft. noble!kim dongyoung)

CHARACTERS: ft. nct and red velvet members

GENRE&AU(S): fluff, smut, angst, strangers to lovers, love triangle, forbidden love, one-sided love, slow burn, rococo!au, 1730s/18th century!au, painter!au, noble!au

WARNINGS: cheating, manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, historical inaccuracies for the sake of plot, stalking/peeping tom, smut, betrayal, running away, sexism, classism, body issues, mentions of fat shaming, please tell me if i’m missing anything!

LENGTH: 18.7k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE:      here is my finished entry for @quokkacore​‘s remember me for centuries collab! after many setbacks and delays (mainly laziness), i have finally finished this bad boy. as mentioned in the teaser, i did experiment with a new writing style, and i have found that i do love it! and also as mentioned in the teaser, this is my first time writing a historical!au, so please be nice and excuse the historical inaccuracies (i did do my best to research, but there is most likely things i’ve missed and/or altered). as always, please let me know if you enjoyed it! feedback is very much appreciated <3

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The afternoon sun was hot against your skin, and the dark green of your gown only made your misery worse. Sweat trickled down your legs, contained by the fabrics of your skirt, and it was starting to drive you mad. You wished you had brought a parasol.

Beside you, Doyoung walked, his eyes trained ahead on the gravel path that bordered the perimeter of your family’s gardens. His hand was heavy in yours, yet you didn’t know why you held it. Perhaps, it would help you feel something other than friendship for the man beside you. Or perhaps, it was because you truly wanted to let it go. Whatever it was, it made your chest constrict uncomfortably.

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not over yet

synopsis. nobody said it was easy, and yet nobody said it was hard. but one thing’s for sure, johnny is not going to give up on you and your son, hanbin, because it’s what you believe in.

author’s note. this shit kinda hurt to write ngl. this is a birthday blurb dedicated to @jenojam​! happy birthday, baby grill! hope you enjoy reading this <3

“Mommy, daddy…”

You and Johnny look over to see your 4-year-old son, Hanbin, standing in the middle of the living room with a grey elephant plush in his arms, eyes darting back at you and the latter. Confusion is plastered all over your face, eyebrows scrunched together. What is he doing awake?

You take a quick glimpse at the wall clock: 12:57am.

It’s way past his bedtime.

Your eyes move back to the little one before clearing your throat.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare or something?”

Just as you were about to walk over to him, you froze at what stood before you. At first, you thought maybe it was because of the dim lighting of the living room that is causing you to see things, but as you look more carefully on, you’re not an ounce mistaken.

His lips are quivering. His eyes are slowly glossing over with tears. There’s an apparent frown forming on the corner of his lips.

“I heard you and daddy talking…” he answers minimally. He hugs his little plush closer to his body.

“Are you two fighting?”

— YOU GOT ME SICK!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff | wc: 0.4k | disclaimers: none

[ 𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟑𝐚𝐦 ] 

you wake up to a sore throat, and stuffy nose. while you attempt to get out of bed, you feel your head pound. with a groan, you rush to your kitchen to grab a thermometer from your drawer. you place it in your mouth, crossing your arms knowing well who has gotten you in this current position. interrupting your thoughts, you hear a beep from the thermometer. whispering to yourself soft prayers for a mild flu while you take it out of the side of your mouth to see your temperature. 

101° .. oh he’s so dead. 

as if the gods heard your mindless curses to the suspected cause of your flu, you hear a loud knock, and an equally loud sneeze to follow it. you drag your feet towards the front door, wishing you could simply turn a blind eye from the door. but, it was such an obnoxiously loud knock, you weren’t able to ignore it even if you wanted to. just as you open the door, you’re met with your boyfriend, jaehyun. he’s covered in a big blanket and a red nose. before you can say anything, he grumbles at you.

“you got me sick!” he turns away for a mere second to cough into his arm.

you scoff at his accusation. “me? i didn’t get you sick, you got ME sick! you’re the one who was coughing way before i even came over yesterday!” you cross your arms, looking up at him with a piercing gaze.

jaehyun rolls his eyes at you, softly pushing you to the side, making his way into your apartment. as he takes out the bag he was holding covered by his blanket,  he places it down on your kitchen counter, sitting down on one of the barstools. your eyes soften as you watch him open the plastic bag. it was two cups of warm soup and packs of medicine tablets for both of you to take. 

you walk over to your boyfriend, smiling at him as you give him a light peck on the cheek. “thank you love, … but you’re the one who got me sick!” he quickly turns his head in your direction, sending you a glare after he notices the teasing glint in your eyes.

“oh shut up! take your soup now or else i’m sneezing on it!”

a/n: sorry if i’ve been a bit more inactive than usual!! psssst writing block >__< but, thank you for liking my works :] i hope u are having a good night/day xoxo

© jjaehyuk, 2021. all rights reserved.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍

PAIRING: dad! mark lee x fem reader

GENRE: fluff, comfort, humor, angst, parent au, established relationship! au, slice of life! au

WC: 1.2k

NOTES: mentions of pregnancy, babies, children?

↳ “Did you just dude your husband?”

Mark buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling your scent for the last time.

A month.

One whole month.

“Don’t be so dramatic, dude,” you murmur. “We can always FaceTime, plus I’ll be back before you know it.”

He recoils dramatically. “Did you just dude your husband?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring mark and taking your two year old son in your arms, peppering kisses all over his face.

“I love you, baby. Take care of daddy for me, okay?”

〔 𝟎𝟗:𝟐𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “am i really your boyfriend, y/n?”

the question is so out-of-the-blue, you nearly drop the freshly carven watermelon from your hands and into the kitchen sink. “if your name is ‘mark lee’ and you were born on august 2nd, 1999 in toronto, then yes. you are really my boyfriend,” you say from over your shoulder. “why? do you not want to be?”

“that’s not it,” he sighs, propping himself on an elbow as he stretches across the couch. “it’s just kinda hard to remember that i’m your boyfriend when you have six other guys flirting with you all the time.”

you chuckle to yourself. “since when have the dreamies been flirting with me?”

“so you’re admitting that they do!”

“that’s not what i meant, my love.” you quickly gather the fruit into a container and bring it to the living room, offering a fork to your boyfriend before sitting down beside him. “what ‘six other guys’ would you be talking about, other than them?”

“true…” he murmurs, stabbing at an innocent cube of watermelon and shoveling it in his mouth. you half-expect him to squirm in satisfaction, but he doesn’t. instead, he exhales an exasperated sigh and tosses the fork onto the coffee table. “ahhhh, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know.”

“don’t know what?” you ask, offering him another cube with your fork.

he shakes his head before shifting his position to bury his head in your lap. “it’s nothing…”

“it doesn’t sound like it’s just ‘nothing’, babe,” you coo, silently running your fingers through the soft weight of his hair. your other hand catches around his wrist, and you carefully lift his fingers to your lips in a chaste kiss. “what’s going on?”

“just been feeling lonely, i guess.” he glances up at you with puppy-like petulance before pulling his hand away to cover his face entirely.

you take his confession with serious consideration, but something about it is so cute, you have to press your lips together to stifle the laugh forming in your chest. “mark, we live together,” you remind him, half-jokingly.

“i know!” he grouses. “i know, but…but we have different schedules, so we don’t always get to see each other…and sometimes it feels like the guys get to see you more than i get to see you.”

“and i know that doesn’t make sense, since you only see them when they’re with me,” he continues, without taking a single breath. “but every time we get the chance to be alone together, one of them always gets in the way. it feels bad and it’s not fair and i know i’m being a baby but that’s just how i feel right now.”

a loaded silence settles, and as much as you want to comfort and reassure him, you’re not exactly sure of the right way to do so. you part your lips to say something, but whatever you’re thinking about replying with lodges itself in your throat. you drape your hand over his cheek and trace the tip of your fingers across the line of his jaw, almost in place of an apology.

he sighs once more, turning to his side to avoid your direct attention. “do you hate me now?” he murmurs, the pout in his voice muted by prickles of apprehension.

you chuckle, freely this time. “do you really think i could ever hate you?” you ask, promptly chomping on a piece of watermelon.

“no,” he admits, sheepishly. “damn, i didn’t mean to make a big deal about this. i just…kinda exploded after seeing haechan cling onto you so much today. sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” you tell him, shaking your head. “i can’t promise you that it won’t bother you again in the future, but what i can promise you is that i’m in love with you, and only you, mark lee.”

as cliché of a line it is, it’s more than enough to melt away all of his insecurities. he sits upright and wraps his arms around you, pulling you on top of his lap and into a kiss so passionate, it leaves you breathless and nearly begging for more.

“can you do something for me?” he asks you after finally pulling away, his lips as hot as the fever spreading across your cheeks.

you nod, stealing one last kiss from his lips before resting your head on the crook of his neck. “of course. what would you like me to do?”

“belong to me.” his voice is steady, despite how fast his heart is beating. you can feel the pads of his fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt as he leans into you. “nㅡnot that you’re a piece of property or anything! just…be mine. just mine. no one else’s.”

you smile, not just because you know that he’d never objectify you like that, but also because you don’t even have to consider the consequences to know that you’re ready to be his for the rest of your lives. “i wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else.”

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