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hello :3 i'm glad u liked it hehe! i use the app ibis paint x for my banner edits. basically downloaded a bunch of pictures and pngs from pinterest and stacked them up layer by layer. you can search up on youtube, there are a bunch of easy to follow tutorials for this stuff!

hello everyone! just popping by to say that i'll be taking a temporary hiatus from tumblr. i know i know! i just started but truth be told, i'm swamped with my annual exams, after which i have my boards and college entrance exams! so I'm practically done for till may :') but i promise i'll come back cus i have so much planned for the smau and it's killing me to take this break but it's necessary.

oh and i also turned 18 today so happy birthday to me ig. i'll be lurking from time to time but i cannot promise any updates rn. thank u sm for anyone who showed ur interest and appreciation! i love ya, cuties 😊💖

key : f – fluff , s – suggestive , a – angst , ♡ – personal favs

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• lee mark (이마크)

— lucky strike [smau]

• na jaemim (나재민)

— endless rain [a, f, 1.7k]

instead of studying i spent an entire day binging heartstopper... god, i forgot how much i adore this show 🥹 narlie own my heart and nick nelson is my fav bi icon <3

LUCKY STRIKE — 02. they want me to do WHAT???

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notes. this is probably going to be the last chapter for this year... unless i can churn out another by tomorrow ;) but we'll see. also i do have an exam literally on new year's day so wish me luck 🫡 how are you guys' holidays going?

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LUCKY STRIKE — 01. a not-so-beneficial collateral

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notes. so, the first chapter is finally here! thank you for everyone for showing such positive reception and for waiting so patiently! i wasn’t sure i was going to start this smau this year since i have exams almost every day (i'm in 12th grade and i am struggling rn lol) but this happened. enjoy! also my asks and dms are always open if anyone wanna be moots or just chat. have a good day, loves <3

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i added you! 🫶

awee i'm glad you like it !! 90% of that cuteness is just mark's pretty face 🤭

hello! actually i was thinking of changing y/n's pfp to an ambiguous pic (like of an anime character or something)! but i completely get your point. as a brown girlie, representation is very important to me, too! so to make it fair to everyone and admittedly to reduce my workload when i get to making the chapters, i'll definitely update the pfp. i'm glad u find the premise entertaining! <3

LUCKY STRIKE, lee mark ᵎ

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L/N Y/N — "the radio jockey" ▬ the walking contradiction. talks like she’s got her life together but lowkey can’t decide whether to cry in her car or order a pizza at midnight. posts inspirational quotes but a quick scroll through her feed reveals a mix of “i’m fine” memes and “how did i do this AGAIN” tiktoks. can quote the office at any moment. zero foot-eye coordination on this one but she's very loyal and sometimes a little too generous. permanently scarred from her callers trauma dumping because oversharing is a social construct!

YOO JIMIN / KARINA — "the lawyer" ▬ imagine the “this is fine” dog meme, but it’s karina whenever she’s forced to deal with anything less organized than a spreadsheet. the one friend who’s probably secretly on law & order fanfic reddit. she’ll snap at you with, “that’s legally questionable!” while casually sipping a latte that costs more than your monthly rent. a girl's girl at minimum and at most a hardcore feminist.

UCHINAGA AERI / GISELLE — "the fashion designer" ▬ giselle is like the embodiment of instagram baddie and an off-duty model all at once. she wears oversized sunglasses inside while eating avocado toast at 2 a.m. and still looks flawless. gives off some major “live, laugh, love” energy but make it fashion. the biggest hypewoman (ahem, enabler) known to mankind. had a radar for gossip.

NA JAEMIN — "the surgeon" ▬ will save your life with his medical knowledge but also make you feel bad about every dietary choice you’ve ever made. “you’re eating that? your arteries are crying.” gives great life advice when someone is in distress but he probably googled it beforehand. his golden boy vibe makes him sound like a hallmark christmas movie hero, but he probably cries to twilight at 2 a.m.

ZHONG CHENLE — "the pianist" ▬ if there was a trope that personified existential crises and dramatic performances, it would be chenle. he’ll play beethoven and bts in one sitting because why not? thinks his life is a musical and will shamelessly admit he’s always looking for his next viral moment. was probably a frat boy in college and is now trying to actively shed that image. except liking basketball. he will die on that hill.

JUNG SUNGCHAN — "the soccer player" ▬ kind of clueless about anything and everything that isn't soccer or fifa. he’s 100% the one who asks, “what’s wrong?” and then follows it up with, “you wanna go shoot some free kicks?” as if that’s going to solve anything. he may not know the first thing about meaningful heart to hearts, but his out of pocket absurdity is enough of a reason to keep him around. he makes a decent goon.

LUCKY STRIKE, lee mark ᵎ

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LEE MARK — "the rockstar" ▬ you know him, you love him.

KIM MINJEONG / WINTER — "the popstar" ▬ the girl who’s one hit single away from owning the charts but forever a goof at heart. she’s effortlessly cool with a wicked sense of humor, and dishes out life advice that’s 90% bad and 10% genius. queen of “yolo” energy, she’ll encourage you to make impulsive decisions and then laugh when they backfire. she's fiercely independent and thrives in chaos, but when it comes to her friends, she can be surprisingly thoughtful (in her own “you’ll be fine, just wing it” way).

HUANG RENJUN — "the artist" ▬ renjun didn’t ask to be friends with a walking disney channel episode (mark) and a tiktok trend come to life (winter), but here he is. specializes in dry humor and comebacks that cut so deep you don’t realize you’ve been roasted until 10 minutes later. pretends to hate drama, yet he’s always front row with popcorn when things go down. once told mark to “stop breathing like that” during an argument and somehow won. he’s only affectionate when you’re asleep and can’t call him out for it.

LUCKY STRIKE, lee mark ᵎ

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LEE MARK — "the lead guitarist" ▬ the human embodiment of "i'm just happy to be here". plays guitar like it’s an olympic sport but freezes the second someone calls him talented. lives for awkward handshakes and saying "dude" unironically. constantly in a main character™ crisis. thinks adding a cowboy hat to his wardrobe will fix his imposter syndrome. probably listens to midnights by taylor swift on repeat.

LEE TAEYONG — "the bassist" ▬ the 24/7 stressed mom friend who’s given up trying to control the chaos. spends most of his time stressing over album prep and the remaining goes to cleaning up the band's impeccable digital footprints. once made a powerpoint presentation about why keeping the group chat professional is important—yuta renamed it “big daddy energy” five minutes later. literally just wants to vibe with his bass in peace.

LEE DONGHYUCK / HAECHAN — "the vocalist" ▬ the chaos gremlin of the group. can turn any situation into a meme-worthy disaster. writes lyrics that sound like a fever dream (“moonlight emo pizza,” anyone?). his entire personality is a mix of “let me cook” and “it’s giving.” tells fans he’s the beyoncé of the band—taeyong disagrees. will fake cry during interviews for attention and call it “method acting.”

NAKAMOTO YUTA — "the keyboardist" ▬ gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss—yuta is the reason the band hasn’t been torn apart by the papz yet. can and will get away with murder. probably sold his soul for killer cheekbones. gives off slutty villain energy even while playing the happiest keyboard riff. thinks “he’s kenough” but might actually be the ceo of the band’s drama department. his wardrobe is 80% leather and 20% vibes.

LEE JENO — "the drummer" ▬ the fashionista of the group. smiles through the chaos like he’s in a sitcom. refuses to interfere in drama but secretly loves the tea. will laugh at your joke even if it’s bad because he’s just that wholesome. bangs on drums like it’s therapy and will deadass text “wyd?” to the group chat at 3 am like it’s normal. probably the only one keeping the band semi-functional. is surprisingly very perceptive.

NEO AXIS — "the band" ▬ neo axis is what happens when you take five people with way too much talent and zero self-awareness, throw them into a group, and let them loose. they’re like a bad reality show waiting to happen, but with expensive instruments and questionable life choices. their music is a blend of deep lyrics and total randomness (thank you, haechan), yet somehow they pull it off. every show is an unpredictable rollercoaster, and you’d be a fool to think they know what they’re doing. but that’s what makes them so fun.

LUCKY STRIKE , lee mark ᵎ

mark lee × fem! reader

genre fluff, crack, a teensy bit of angst :)

notes my dry ahh humor paired with actual adult lives portrayed through rose-tinted glasses, thank me later lol. might get a little suggestive but everything is sfw here! kms/kys jokes, strong language, mentions of smoking/drinking.

featuring most of nct dream and aespa; taeyong, yuta, doyoung (nct 127); sungchan (riize) + other idols might make some cameos!

temporary hiatus !

profiles neo divas & a mork | serial chillers | save the turtles

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⋆ endless rain ─── 나재민

p jaemin × reader w.c 1.7k t.w angsty tone but not entirely. vague mentions of a comatose patient.

The rain taps against the hospital window, thin and relentless, like the ticking of some invisible clock. You sit by Jaemin’s side, his hand limp in yours, his skin still warm but unresponsive. There is an unbearable stillness to him, a suspension between presence and absence. The beeping of the machines is steady, a grim metronome marking the passage of time you couldn’t control. You stare at him, at the sharp lines of his face softened by the dim fluorescent light, and wonder if time has betrayed you both.

Jaemin is too still. That stillness terrifies you because it isn’t his. His natural state is movement—brushing his hair back, shifting closer when the world pulled you apart, his laughter dawning over you like sunlight. Now, the quiet stretches between you like a chasm, wide and unyielding. You feel as though you are trapped in a room with a ghost—his body is here, but he's elsewhere, lost in some dark and endless abyss.

You press your lips together, your gaze falling to the leatherbound folder sitting on the table beside him. Its pages flutter in the low breeze from the heater, half-finished, half-full. The story of your lives captured in ink, but incomplete, like a melody with no final chord.

You hadn’t expected him that day. You hadn’t expected anyone, really. The rain was coming down hard as you sprinted for the subway, the bag held over your head doing a terrible job of sheltering you, your breath coming in short bursts. It was just another endless Tuesday—gray, routine, exhausting. But fate doesn’t announce itself. It simply collides into you, spills coffee all over the ground—the warm liquid spreading like a stain on the gray concrete.

“Oh, shit,” he yelped, his voice an unexpected melody amidst the bustle of commuters. “I am so sorry.”

You looked up, caught off guard, and found yourself staring into eyes that sparkled with an impish light. Jaemin offered a smile—unapologetic, yet endearing—and in that smile, you felt an inexplicable flutter in your chest, as if he had awakened something inside you that you had not known existed.

“This,” he said, rummaging through the plastic bags in his hands, “is all I have to make it better. Unless you want coffee, but clearly I’ve failed in that department.”

It was a single bloom, delicate and fragile, a soft violet that had somehow survived the harshness of the world outside. You took it from him, unsure of how to respond. “A flower?” you asked, your voice betraying the amusement that you could no longer hide.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied, his grin widening. “A flower and the crash course in clumsiness. It’s better than nothing!”

The absurdity of it hit you all at once. A single, rain-soaked bloom in the middle of the chaos. You’d laughed—really laughed—and felt something shift in the air around you. It was as if the universe had paused, just for a moment, to let you breathe.

Your friendship blossomed through seasons, delicate as a garden in bloom. There was always a quiet intimacy between you, a language that existed in the spaces between your words, in the laughter you shared, and the subtle glances that lingered just a moment too long.

It was months before Jaemin finally asked you out, though the question had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. It had been raining then, too. The two of you were crammed beneath a small awning outside a coffee shop, your umbrella forgotten in his car, the sound of the downpour cocooning you both.

“Why do you always do that?” you asked between the lull of mindless gossip and laughter, watching the steam from the liquid warmth inside your disposable cup rising in wisps and fading away.

“Do what?”

“Make everything feel... lighter.” You gestured vaguely, chuckling to mask your awkwardness. “Like it’s not all crashing down. Like the world isn’t terrible sometimes.”

Jaemin had smiled, but it wasn’t his usual grin. It was softer, something almost vulnerable creeping into the edges of it. “Maybe because when I’m with you, it doesn’t feel terrible to me. Not even a little.”

Your heart skipped, the words hanging in the air between you. You laughed nervously, trying to deflect. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” he said, his voice quieter now. He turned to face you fully, his eyes searching yours. “I’m serious. You make everything better, even when you don’t try to. Especially when you don’t try to.”

You stared at him, the rain blurring the edges of the world around you. “Jaemin...”

“I’m not great with words,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, “but I know this. I know that when I see you, my day gets better. I know that when you’re not around, it feels like something’s missing. I know that I don’t want to keep pretending this is just friendship, because it’s not. Not for me.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Jaemin watched you, his expression open, waiting, but not pressuring.

Finally, you said, “You really mean that?”

“I’ve never meant anything more,” he replied simply.

When he kissed you then, it was gentle, like a soft breeze in the summer cutting through the damp August showers. And you knew, in that moment, that your heart had found its home.

Months later, Jaemin had shown up at your apartment with the bear tucked under his arm, its fur worn in places, one of its ears slightly crooked. He’d been fidgeting with it the entire time you let him in, brushing his thumb over its face as though it might speak up and help him say whatever was on his mind.

“Okay,” you said, crossing your arms. “What’s with the bear? And don’t tell me it’s yours from childhood or something because I know you’re sentimental, but even you—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted you with mock exasperation, but his voice wasn’t sharp. It was gentle, a little uncertain. “I, uh... I got this for you.”

You blinked. “A teddy bear?”

Jaemin shrugged, holding it out to you like it might explain everything he couldn’t. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not just any bear. It’s—look, it’s for when I’m not around, okay? I know you get lonely sometimes, and I thought maybe this could help.”

You’d looked at him, the words sinking into the spaces between your ribs. Jaemin wasn’t the type to overthink his gestures—he didn’t need to be. Every small thing he did carried a weight you couldn’t quite describe, as though he was always trying to give you pieces of himself to hold onto.

“Baby…”

“It’s kind of stupid, I know,” he said quickly, his cheeks tinged with that pretty flush. “I just—”

“No,” you interrupted, taking the bear from his hands. “It’s not stupid. It’s… sweet.”

He smiled, small and relieved, and you knew without a doubt that no one had ever cared for you like this.

Later, when you’d hugged the bear to your chest, you’d felt its quiet, steadfast presence. It wasn’t just a gift. It was a promise.

It was the camera that had undone you. Not the device itself, but what it held—the life he saw when he looked at you. He had given you the album on your first anniversary, its dark leather cover soft beneath your fingers.

The first page held a photograph of you, sitting cross-legged on the couch, your hair messy and a mug of tea in your hands.

“Woah,” you’d murmured, running your fingers over the image.

“Keep going,” he’d urged, sitting beside you.

You flipped through the pages, each one revealing another candid shot— you laughing at something on your phone, walking in the park, even cooking while completely oblivious to the camera. Mixed among them were pictures of the two of you together, your faces pressed close, your smiles wide and unguarded.

“These are amazing,” you said, still trying to grasp reality.

“They’re just you, sweetheart,” Jaemin had said softly. “The way you are.”

You looked at him then, at the tenderness in his eyes, and felt your chest ache with how much you loved him. “You’ve been taking these for how long?”

“Since the day we first hung out,” he admitted. “You are my favorite subject,” he’d said, his voice so steady, so sure. “I want to remember you—always. In all your beauty, in every little moment.”

You’d looked at those photos and seen yourself through his eyes, and for the first time, you understood the depth of his love. It was infinite. It was terrifying.

You had flung your arms around his shoulders then, pulling him impossibly close, listening to your heartbeats falling into a destined symphony, unable to find the words to tell him how much he meant to you, how much he always would.

When you spoke, your voice trembled. “This is… It’s everything. I don’t even know what to say.”

Jaemin smiled then, that easy, lopsided grin that always made your heart flutter, brushing his lips over your cheek, pulling you into him. “Just say you’ll keep letting me take pictures of you. Forever.”

Now, the album lays unfinished, the pages waiting for the continuation of a story that might never be written. You run your fingers over its weathered edges, the weight of it pressing into your palms like a stone. It feels cruel, this half-completion, this interrupted life.

“You said forever,” you murmur, your voice breaking. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.”

Your words hang in the air, unanswered. His chest rises and falls faintly beneath the hospital sheets, steady but shallow. You reach for his hand again, gripping it tighter, as if you can tether him to you, to the world you had built, to the life you had loved.

The monitor beside him begins to beep erratically, the sharp sound slicing through the room. You freeze, your heart lurching into your throat as nurses rush in, their voices a blur of urgency.

And then—silence.

The storm continues outside, like every other time, as the world tilts on its axis. You sit there, your breath caught, staring at the stillness that consumes the room. The monitor beeps again, once, a faint and fragile thrum.

The future hovers like the drop of water clinging to the edge of the window. You don't know if it will fall or hold, if the story will end or begin anew. But the moment stretches, haunting and endless, as you wait for the rain to decide.