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Reader x idol! MARK LEE

My phone buzzes again.

It’s him.

Not a full conversation, not even close. Just another update squeezed between whatever insane schedule he’s surviving today. A blurry mirror selfie in a rehearsal room, hair messy, shirt half-tucked, eyes tired but still soft in that unfair way. “practicing. ate late. don’t skip meals.”

I stare at the message longer than I should. He’s the one running on three hours of sleep, jumping from rehearsals to recordings to interviews, and somehow he’s still reminding me to eat.

Typical.

The updates aren’t consistent. They never are.

Sometimes there’s nothing for hours, and I know better than to expect anything. He disappears into a world where cameras follow him, people need him, and time isn’t his own.

But then—just when I’ve accepted the silence—

“still alive 👍”

Attached: a grainy selfie in a dim hallway, hoodie up, mask half pulled down, eyes basically begging for sleep.

I hate that I can’t do anything except look at it. It’s strange, loving someone whose life runs at a completely different speed. I live in pauses. He lives in chaos. And somehow, in between all that noise, he keeps sending me these tiny pieces of his day like… proof.

Proof that I’m still somewhere in it.

Even when he’s exhausted. Even when he shouldn’t have the energy.

My phone lights up again.

“reached.”

Reader x idol!Mark lee

Sitting there in the corner, pretending you’re not completely obsessed, while he’s in his own little universe behind the mic. Headphones on, eyes half-closed like he’s chasing something only he can hear. Every now and then he frowns, mutters something under his breath, rewinds, tries again. It’s kind of ridiculous how attractive that is.

You catch yourself smiling for no real reason, like an idiot, but honestly, who wouldn’t.

Then he glances at you for a second, quick and shy, like he needs silent approval but won’t ask for it. And you just nod, because yeah, he’s doing great, even if he’s overthinking every second of it.

It’s not even about the song anymore. It’s the way he’s so focused, so alive in what he loves, and somehow you get to be there, quietly witnessing it. Like you’ve been let in on something personal without him having to say a word.

Reader x workaholic mark Lee

You finally sat across from him like this wasn’t some rare celestial event, just two people and a stolen hour. His phone was face down for once, his shoulders not carrying the whole world like it’s a group project they never signed up for. And it hit you, how quiet he get when he is not chasing deadlines, how soft their voice turns when it’s just you. You didn’t even need anything grand. No dramatic confessions, no movie scene nonsense. Just his presence, undivided, warm and real. The kind of moment that makes you think, yeah… I could wait through all his chaos for this. And maybe, just maybe, he were starting to choose you the way he choose his work every single