[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.”

blind love | l.m.k.

— 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!!!

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.”

[10:21 PM] Jaehyun faked another laugh as Johnny let out yet another iconic punchline. He looked around, hoping his forced chuckles sounded real enough to mix with the genuine ones of everyone else.

It’s not like the party wasn’t fun. It was. The drinks were good. The food was good. The music was good. The people were good. All his closest friends were there. You were there. But so was Johnny.

Jaehyun had to force himself to look away for the nth time that night after catching himself staring at you. Most times, you were alone. It took all he had to keep himself from sauntering to wherever you were and engage in one of your usual conversations. The ones about your favorite films, his favorite films. The ones where you’d tell him about some random memory from third grade that you suddenly remembered. The ones where you’d argue over which frozen yogurt topping is the worst.

He knew you didn’t really like parties, which was ironic because your boyfriend seems to be the life of this one. He knew more than anyone that you wanted to go, and he was more than willing to take you.

But even before he could make up his mind, there was always those two pairs of arms that have already wrapped around your waist from behind. Lips that found their way to your neck, pecking your skin lightly. Jaehyun watched you giggle as Johnny whispered something in your ear.

He sighed to himself, looking away once again.

Four months. That’s how long he knew you before Johnny did. You two were strangers studying at the university library at the same time and you left your earphones at your apartment. Jaehyun’s happened to be lying on the table, unused. It took a lot of courage from you to borrow from the guy staring quietly out the window, but Jaehyun only nodded when you finally asked.

“I could sit there if you want to,” you offered, eyeing the empty chair beside him. “In case you’re not comfortable with people running away with your stuff.”

“Oh. Um. Sure.” He blinked. He doesn’t usually let strangers come into his personal space and borrow his things just like that, but there was something about you that just makes him feel like it’s okay. Surely, you meant no harm.

He was out of it that day. He was running on an hour of sleep and several cups of coffee with still a shitload of material to pass within the week, so he was a bit irritable. When you put on the earphones and pressed play, the volume was so loud that he could hear the song even with the buds already in your ears. Jaehyun had to tap you to tell you to quiet it down a bit, but you decided to just stop the music altogether. And then you got to talking.

Both of you lost an hour of study time due to that conversation, and you both failed your quizzes that afternoon, but to Jae, it was fine. To him, you were probably the best thing that happened that day.

After that incident, the two of you always study in the library together. You never told each other your schedules but it always seemed to match. The library had become your unofficial meeting place, until that one time. You accidentally bumped into Jaehyun on the way there, but he already went and it was closed. So he asked if you wanted to study at a cafe instead and you said yes without hesitation.

Jaehyun thought right then that this could become something else. He liked you. He was sure of that. He began subtly asking you out on small dates and you never failed to say yes. That is, until Johnny came. He was a new barista at the cafe you go to. He was better at wooing you than Jaehyun ever was. It didn’t take him long to have you swept off your feet and agreeing to be his girlfriend, leaving Jaehyun in the sidelines.

Now, he had to watch as you melted in Johnny’s arms, looking at him the way you used to look at Jaehyun. He had to force a smile everytime you ask how he is now that they don’t get to hang out as much. He had to keep himself from drinking too much because he knew that being drunk meant he wouldn’t have enough self control to stop himself from kissing you.

It should’ve been me, he thought. As cliche as it sounded, it was the only thing that goes on in his head. He knew you better. He knew you first. He liked you first. But being first isn’t always enough. He was too slow, a coward. He felt so secured in the slow-burn that he didn’t realize how strong a flame Johnny was and you were engulfed in him completely. Still, he wondered, after all you’ve told him and after all you’ve shared, if he asked first, would you have said yes to him, too?

[7:29 PM] “Jungwoo, I’m home.” You beamed as you opened the door to your new apartment. All day, you’ve been wanting to say those words, excited that you and your boyfriend finally have a place to yourselves.

You and Jungwoo just moved in yesterday. You still haven’t sorted your things out. Once the two of you assembled the bed yesterday, you decided it was enough work for one night. So you expected a pretty messy apartment when you got home, but what you saw instead was something a bit different.

Your bright expression faltered, slowly turning into confusion as your eyes scanned the labeled boxes stacked up on one another, blankets strewn randomly here and there as if to serve as a makeshift gateway. In the middle of the chaos, your boyfriend popped up with his usual innocent smile.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I made us a fort! Not to brag, but this is probably our best one yet.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the how he could not stop himself from jumping. “This looks like it took a lot of work. How long have you been home?”

“Like, two hours already. I set up the TV and got bored, so ta-da.” He smiled sheepishly.

“You’re too cute,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you dropped your purse somewhere along the messy apartment floor and made your way towards him. The excitement in your chest grew more and more with every step.

You couldn’t help but go back to the times when you were still so young and innocent, using everything you can find to build a makeshift world of your own. While you pretended to be Wendy and he pretended to be Peter Pan, neither of you never really imagined you’d fall for each other this hard. Maybe the best friends turned to lovers plot line isn’t always so tragic for everyone.

“Welcome, my lady,” Jungwoo said as he opened the ‘door’ to his fort which is basically a flattened box that he manually slides on the floor.

“Sliding door,” you said, “Nice touch.”

He winked.

“But isn’t that the box for my books?”

“Oh. Yeah, I stacked those on the shelf too. By series, according to order of release,” he said.

“Okay, this is why I love you.” You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, because as much as Jungwoo talks in small text and has the softest personality, his height didn’t quite get the memo.

“I know,” he replied cheekily, pecking you quickly on the tip of the nose. “I love you, too. Now, do you want me to take you on a tour of our nice new fort or do you wanna...”

“Netflix and chill?” You grinned.

Jungwoo groaned. “By netflix and chill, I know you literally mean netflix and chill, but you know that’s not how people use it.”

“Well, my netflix and chill could always lead to their netflix and chill, so...” You shrugged.

“Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll take your word for it.”

[3:21 AM] It was one of those nights. You were trying to pull an all-nighter finishing a major requirement that was due the next day. You’ve been going at it for seven hours now, mostly ignoring Yuta’s subtle pleas to give yourself a break and him some attention. But you couldn’t afford to waste some time.

“Can’t you do it while sitting on the bed?” Yuta pouted.

“No. Yuta, I love you, but we both know you’re just going to distract me even if you promise not to,” you said.

He groaned loudly, rolling his eyes.

After a lot of convincing, a few sorries, and a short and sweet makeout session, Yuta finally agreed to go to bed without you. He couldn’t sleep at first, already not used to not having you cuddled up in his arms at night. He wanted to drag you to bed and just lock you in his embrace, but he was also willing to respect your own responsibilities to yourself. After what seemed like forever, the tiredness from endlessly scrolling through his phone finally set in allowing sleep to settle in.

Some hours later, after seeing there were only a few minor revisons left on your paper, you decided to give up. You could already feel the overbearing weight of stress on your shoulders and you badly needed a relief. But the single person who could give you that was, of course, already asleep.

With heavy steps and exhausted eyes, you made your way to your room, opening the door a little bit louder than you intended to. The only thing on your mind at the moment was that you needed your boyfriend’s arms around you. You needed your safe place.

Yuta stirred, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting at the light coming from outside the door, barely covered by your silhouette. He watched silently as the door closed, returning the room to its previous darkness. Even with the lack of light, he could see you walk towards him, climbing his side of the bed instead of yours.

“You’re done?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded your head as you placed your body on top of his, your lips finding his smooth, plump ones with ease despite the dark environment. “I’m so tired,” you mumbled against him, “and I miss you like hell.”

Yuta smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly. “I can see that,” he said.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t confused. Usually, when you’re dead tired from doing academics or anything else, you’d just drop on your usual spot beside him and wrap your arms around his torso a little tighter than usual. But today, you were being a bit more... intimate, opting for a kiss than a simple cuddle in the closest proximity you could be with each other.

His confusion grew bigger as you made your way down his body, your hands finding the hem of his oversized hoodie, lifting it up.

“What are you doing?” Yuta asked. It was 3 in the morning, he just woke up, but there was a sudden excited energy flowing through his veins. He wasn’t sure what you were up to and he didn’t want to assume. But his body already knows what it wants.

“I’m cold. I need you,” you muttered sleepily, crawling at the inside of his hoodie.

He gasped at the contact of your cold fingers against the warm skin of his tummy. He was half-expecting you to start planting kisses all across his chest and on his abs like you usually do, making him feel like he’s going to cloud 9 and beyond. But after he felt you lay your head on his chest, you didn’t move another inch. Your breathing fell evenly and he felt your whole body begin to relax.

Yuta couldn’t help but chuckle. So this is what I need you meant, he thought. How ridiculously unpredictable of you.

It was a bit hard to breathe, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of your weight on top of him or if it was the overwhelming love and endearment he’s feeling at the moment. His whole body felt warm and tingly at the thought of you half-hugging his torso like it was your life source.

He loves it when you’re being clingy like this. He loves how it makes him feel needed, like he’s the only one who could take away all your worries. Like somehow, the feeling of being with him is enough. Like he is enough. He’s thankful that your whole relationship is grounded on the assurance that, for the two of you, each other is enough, even more.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Yuta muttered softly as he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in your safe place.