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you pick up your highlighter, aligning your ruler against the bottom of the text, dragging the tip of your pastel purple highlighter smoothly across the page, highlighting the important parts of the text that you need to keep track of.
"why are you always highlighting stuff?" jeno comments casually, downing another gummy bear.
you roll your eyes without even sparing him a glance, highlighting the next chunk of text as you reply almost monotonously, "studies show that the brain absorbs information better when there's colour."
jeno shrugs, leaning back into his chair as he holds up his notes, holding them against the light. "i like it better black and white," he says, shoving the paper into your line of vision, probably just to irritate you. you flick his wrist, causing him to retract his hand immediately. "what was that for?" he whines, rubbing the spot you flicked, as though it actually hurts.
"tell that to the Cs and Ds on your report card," you snipe, dropping your highlighter on your table as you reach your arms to the ceiling, stretching your extremely sore shoulders and back. as you yawn, you accidentally stop your yawn too quickly, causing the usual fit of hiccups to follow after.
"karma," jeno smirks, looking at you all smug as you uncontrollably let out little gasps. you press your hand to your chest, trying to calm yourself down in an attempt to regulate your breathing again.
"jerk," you manage out, immediately gasping for air as another hiccup interrupts your breathing.
you pick up your highlighter once more, trying to push through and ignore your hiccups as you continue to read the next paragraph of the text.
"hey," jeno calls. you turn to face him, "wha-"
jeno swoops in, leaning his entire body forward towards you, stopping just short of his lips meeting yours. your breath catches in your throat as your whole body tenses up. he smiles, while you blink frantically, your heart literally about to burst out of your body. you swallow hard, barely managing to let out the words, "what the hell are you doing?"
"your hiccups," he states nonchalantly, still refusing to move away. with him this up close, your entire vision is literally filled with just his idiotically adorable, twinkly crescents he calls eyes - the very thing that you find yourself thinking about just before you sleep every night. as though on cue, you let out another hiccup.
"they say shocking someone is effective in stopping hiccups," he continues, finally leaning away as though what he just did was the most normal thing in the world. "guess that's a myth," he mumbles.
you finally let out a long breath, swallowing hard again.
"was that not shocking enough?" he says, mostly to himself. "i might have to try giving you a peck or something for you to actually be shocked enough to stop the hiccups," he finishes off, casually focusing his attention back on his notes.
you stare at his side profile. he says all of that so easily, like those words and actions don't mean anything at all.
a stifling dread has been following you all week long. it’s hard to describe. it feels a lot like drowning: a hot thick uncertainty flooding your lungs, tightening your chest. it’s hard because not once have you ever dreaded seeing jaemin, your- well, that’s the thing. what is jaemin?
he’s your friend, that much you know. from as early as you can remember, jaemin’s light has painted every one of your best memories. he has long been one third of your perfect trio. his calmer, more nurturing demeanour a perfect match to your tough exterior and mark’s more naive disposition. his kind eyes and warm smile stain every dream you’ve had, brightened every dark fear and warmed every cold word. jaemin’s presence alone has remedied every single ache and pain. jaemin is your friend.
but he is also your best friend. so you doubt what you’re feeling is dread but rather that same uncertainty, a fear of the unknown. mark keeps assuring you that this feeling is normal, says it’s part and parcel with trying to navigate this new terrain you’re both entering. that anyone would feel what you’re feeling, that it isn’t unique to you. yet you asked what jaemin had felt, he had said nothing. he shut his smiling lips with a pop. one full of shame and insurmountable pity. because jaemin was nothing if not sure. he was nothing if not certain. jaemin know what he was. which brings you to what you’re not yet ready to call jaemin, what mark has already taken to calling jaemin, and what jaemin has taken to calling himself-
“hey,” your boyfriend sings from his spot where he stands tall at your front door step, his hands clasped behind his back. the pose doesn’t last long, his arm extending forward to reveal a slim bouquet, lilacs dotted between pink camellias. he slips them into your hand as you gaze up at him, your eyes squinting suspiciously. “what?”
“nothing.” you lower your head, in part to inhale their samey scent, but in larger part to hide the smile he already knows you’re wearing. you step aside as he steps forward, making way for him to enter, but he doesn’t. “changed your mind? you not coming in?” you laugh, waving your free hand into your hallway, but he doesn’t budge, a soft smirk stealing his lips. “what?”
“nothing,” he sings, grinning as he mocks you. you glare playfully as he raises his hand, his fingers gently pinching your chin before he leans in. he closes his lips around yours ever so slightly, pressing ever so softly. he huffs as you kiss back, your fingers loosening around the small arrangement. when he pulls away, you whine before shying away from his glowing face. “can i come in?”
“i just said to-”
“i just said to,” jaemin, who has pushed past you, ducks out the way of your flying fist, as he mocks you once again. you shut the door with your hip before following him to the living room. he’s already made himself at home in the small space, his sneakers slipped off by the hallway rug, his jacket hanging off the back of your desk chair. you move to pass him on the couch, only to fall backwards, your back meeting his chest as he tugs you into his lap. “where you running off to?” he asks, holding you firmly in place. “i missed you.”
“to the kitchen,” gulping quickly, you pray the small swallow would somehow soothe your beating heart. you let your head fall to his shoulder, leaning further into him as his fingers glide along your sides. “and how can you miss me, we hung out yesterday,” you sigh, relaxing into the press of his lips to your temple.
“mhm,” he’s removing your apron, eliminating any and all things that might aid in your departure. “i know that, i was there,” you feel his smirk on your skin, paired with a squeeze to your hips. “i could have seen you an hour ago and still miss you now.”
“simp.” the insult falls easily from your lips, though you curse yourself a bit for it. for with it comes the long, drawn out laughter you think has you falling further and further in love with na jaemin. your best friend. your boyfriend.
it all started at mark’s wedding. or so you had thought. for you it had been watching jaemin charm the older members of your family, or entice the younger ones, even aggravate a few in between. there was something about that night that made you see jaemin as more than what he was. whether it be your friend, ready to spin you every which way on the dance floor just to keep you company. or your best friend, ready to do the same, just to keep you from bludgeoning your family to death. or maybe more, ready to do the same, just to make you happy. jaemin was prepared to do any and everything it took to make you feel even an ounce of how you did him. to burn your skin by touch alone, arouse your senses, bring you to the brink of all feeling and emotion, make you fall. for you, this all started then. for jaemin? the start had been gradual, yet all at once.
it was a slow ascent of feelings that never once plateaued. feelings that only grew and grew, that just kept intensifying beyond what one would ever think possible. how can anybody love someone this much? to the point days turned to weeks in their absence, sweetest dreams incomparable to moments spent in their company, their heart swelling till it bulged out the gaps between their ribs. how can jaemin love you so much words quickly lost value, to the point even actions aren’t enough? jaemin can spend hours pouring every emotion he could verbalise into you, before pounding the very same emotions into you. with soft spoken gasps, with languid rolls of his hips. jaemin utilised everything he could to show you he loved you. and yet still, nothing was enough to show you he was yours.
he sees your fears in how you quickly run from his safe embrace, schooling yourself as quickly as you’d let yourself slip. his fingers had finally laid waste to your apron, his nails dragging slowly over your andomen. he hugged as you gasped, your hips pressing into his lap, his lips puckering over the the soft skin of your neck, sucking ever so slightly. “jaem,” you whine, fingers gripping tighter on his thighs, nails curving into his skin through the rips. he just grunts in your ear, one hand grinding you further into his crotch, the other snaking up your blouse to your erect nipple. something about it snaps you back to reality. his hands on you, milking pleasure from you as easily as he’d done at the wedding. “the food.” you rush, pushing yourself off his lap and heading straight for your kitchenette.
jaemin just watches you go, panting as you disappear behind the adjacent pillar, leaving him all flustered. if he’d been a betting man, he’d have just made a fortune. jaemin foresaw your departure before he’d ever pulled you in, his heart yearning to hold you firm between his palms. but he just has to laugh, watching you flit back and forth over the counter tops. he prides himself in knowing you so well, knowing your tells, your habits, your peeves. jaemin knows this is a lot for you, it always kind of has been. it took getting used to, all his attention, but now his sudden overt affection was proving laborious. you reject it firmly in public, but let him have his way in private. or so he thought. because since mark’s wedding, you’ve not let jaemin get further than some light petting and humping. which he can’t fault you for. you’d wanted things to go slow, and he’d give it to you. jaemin would give you anything you wanted if it means one day being yours.
but how long did you expect him to ignore the red raw love he has brewing more and more for you each waking hour? because another second without you feels like an hour, and jaemin is starving.
“here you go-” you place a bowl of plain rice before him, grinning as he squeezes your wrist in thanks. “let me get the chilli.”
“okay,” he breathes, relinquishing you with a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. it’s then jaemin sees nothing of his minor affection has changed, if anything you seem to cling to it, prefer it even. “it smells delicious.”
“thank you,” you sing, serving him two heaped spoon fulls before running for cheese and wine. “i made it special.” he points towards himself, a silent ‘for me?’ in his gaze. “mhm.” jaemin sprints through the meal without a word, his palm laid gently over the skin of your knee as he wolfed down the entire bowl. “damn, don’t choke, jaem.”
“you know i have to finish my food hot.” he laughs, waiting patiently for you to finish before he pushes your shoulder back down when you rise to clear the table. “i’ve got it,” he mumbles against the skin of your cheek, dragging his lip to the shell of your ear. “more wine?”
words escape you when he’s so close, your head bobbing as you hand your glass to him, squeezing his arm. it’s a lot to get used to. a version of jaemin you’s never imagined seeing, a level of affection you hadn’t ever prepared for. it’s overwhelming in the best ways. he has this hypnotic allure. it drenches every word he speaks, every move he makes. his every action warrants an overthought reaction. a kiss to your palm, something you once ignore, even laughed at is now stored in the depths of your heart, stowed away from times in his absence, then jaemin was busy, when his time wasn’t yours. jaemin’s seemingly sudden confession has pushes you so far toward the brink of madness, you wonder whether this has been his plan all along.
especially as you sit perched on his lap, straddled over his thick thighs. he listens carefully as you recount your day, his eyes flickering over the short hairs of your lash, probably counting, taking in the various flecks in your eyes. “and then i had to put her in timeout.”
“no,” he gasps, the perfect amount of shock in his tone. “lina? but she’s your favourite.”
“not anymore,” you grumble, eyes dropped to where your fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “she didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day.”
“really?” as in love with you as he is, as he has always been, jaemin does sometime wonder how it got so bad. because if it was anyone else, he’d be hysterical, tears pouring and he laughed off the worry they put into a classroom argument between two four year olds. but it’s not just anyone. it’s you. your classroom. your four year olds. so, instead of laughing, he let’s himself sigh, his eyes locked on the small tremor in your pouted lip. because it’s not just anyone’s problem, it’s yours. and if it’s yours, then it’s his. so he moves your hand from his shirt, wraps his hands around your closed fists and pulls them up around his neck. he hates himself for enjoying your skin on his. he can’t even cringe as your wet cheek meets his neck, your sniffles more his concern. “it’ll be okay.”
“no, it won’t,” you cry, arms winding around his neck as you breathe in his scent. “she’s a really smart girl, she won’t forget. she’ll never forgive me.”
“yes, she will,” he hums, his hands gliding up and down your back. “kids change like the weather,” he reminds, enjoying how you feel pressed to his chest. “and you’re her favourite too.”
“probably not anymore.”
“well you’re mine,” he admits. well, it’s hard to admit something everyone knows. it’s also hard to ignore the feeling it incites, his words like a warm repellant forcing your body up straight. he grins when you glare at him, your tear stained cheeks drawing his thumbs to your cheek. he only speaks as he drugs the same thumb over your still pouting lip. “what?”
“you’re enjoying this.”
“a little,” he pulls you back to his chest, rocking you side to side. “it’s hard to get you like this anymore.” he slows when you stiffen, your head craning up to meet his blank stare. he sees the question in your eyes, a soft glare he’s seen before but the meaning entirely changed. “it’s just been a while since we’ve been like this.”
“well, that’s your fault,” you breathe, only seeing your mistake as he straightens. it’s never easy hiding from jaemin, because he never makes it easy. before you can avoid his gaze, it’s piercing you. his fingers clasp behind your neck, his thumbs slid under your jaw, anchoring you with his gaze.
“what’s my fault?” he asks, an unsettling peace coating his words, a soft click sounding under his tongue. “what’s my fault, y/n?”
“this! the fact we aren’t the same anymore.”
“what changed?”
“you-” it sticks in your throat as he gazes down at you, watching the realisation his you in an oddly comedic fashion. jaemin hadn’t changed. nothing about him had changed. jaemin gave you all of him, yes, but he always had. jaemin gave you every bit of himself you just didn’t know you had. he was always yours. so what had changed? “me,” you breathe, watching him soften as your eyes gleam up at him. “i-i’ve changed. haven’t i?”
he shrugs softly, his smile even softer. “a bit.”
“a bit?” you cry, eyes wide as he grins dumbly at you. “oh my god, jaem. it’s me.”
“no it isn’t-”
“no, it is! it’s me!” he holds you tighter when you try retreat, your body repelling his affection, feeling so undeserving. “jaem it’s me, i just-i just miss you so much, all the time. and-and i don’t know why. and it’s not like you’ve gone anywhere. you’re here. but you’re not you anymore, and i’m not me. we’re this, we-we’re different now. and-and i don’t know what it means for us. i don’t get what we are.”
“we’re whatever we want to be,” he laughs when you scoff. “what’s wrong with that?”
“you make it sound so easy.”
“it could be,” he shrugs, pressing his forehead to yours as he keeps cradling your warm face in his cool hands. “tell me what you want.”
“i want you.” he swells with pride at your firmness, the words warming him before you add, “i want us. i want us to be how we always were. i want my best friend jaemin,” you watch him nod, the light leaving his eyes before you add again, “but that’s because you’re mine. i mean, you were always mine right? i guess i’m just trying to figure out what that all means.”
“it means,” he mumbles against your forehead, smoothing the skin with a kiss. “we’re exactly the same. i’m still jaemin. you’re still y/n,” he assures you, watching the crease in your brow melt away as he rubs along your jaw. “it’s just, instead of being jaemin and y/n, we’re jaemin and y/n.”
“right,” you nod, barely following, but you nod all the same. “but that’s how we always were.”
“exactly. so there’s nothing to be scared of.”
“i guess,” you agree, sighing softly as he kisses your forehead, “except now i’m yours too.”
“yeah?” he breathes, eyes shining “you’re mine?”
“mhm,” you affirm, shying away from his watery gaze. “i think that’s what’s changed. it’s kind of a lot of pressure.”
“if it helps,” he whispers, lips dragging to the skin beneath your ear. “i’m not taking anyone else for the role. ever.”
“you sure?” his lips pucker at the skin there, sucking softly when you sigh.
mark nudges your leg with his, letting out a yawn.
“i can’t see shit, markus,” you retort, squinting at your roommate through your sunglasses. “we shouldn’t be watching tv, anyway. remember what the doc said. no uv light for a week. that goes for phones, too.“
mark groans and lets his back fall onto the plush cushions on the couch, boredom gnawing at his spine like a starving roof rat. he feels like ripping his eyes out.
“how am i gonna text my boo if i can’t even use my phone?”
“you have no boo.”
“what d'you mean? you’re sitting right beside me,” he smirks. mark would’ve winked, but he can’t.
“ew,” you deadpan, turning to page seventy-two of ‘romeo and juliet’. you hope he doesn’t notice the pink on your cheeks.
mark peers at you through his ray-bans. “since when the fuck do you read.”
you close your book with a loud thump. “i read.”
you and mark just got lasik. an eye-opening surgery—no pun intended—that will hopefully restore what was once your crystal clear visions.
it all began three days ago, when mark decided he’s finally had enough after getting his contacts knocked out of his left eye during his basketball semi-final at school. nothing screams mid-game crisis than having to scour the field, half-blind, for a curved hydrogel the size of a fingernail. so when mark asked you if you wanted to get lasik together, being sick of astigmatism, yourself, you said ‘fuck yeah’ and booked two appointments the next hour.
here you are.
two blind mice. sitting on the couch. donning sunglasses indoors. staring at each other in wry silence.
“maybe, we should’ve taken turns getting the surgery.”
“nah,” you dismiss, “i kinda dig this post-lasik semi-blindness. at least i won’t have to see your ugly ass for the next—ah!”
mark throws himself on top of you. “you’re such a bully!”
“dude, get off me!”
“say you’re sorry,” he pouts. “say it now or i’ll kiss you.”
“i'm—” you laugh, “i’m so sorry your ass is ugly.”
“Jeno. Jeno. JENO.” You called across Jeno’s room, sighing in frustration and throwing your pen down on Jeno’s desk. The boy in question seemed to be too immersed in his phone to notice you calling his name. Or perhaps, with his headphones on, he simply couldn’t hear you.
“Earth to Lee Jeno!” You shouted. Still nothing. Capping the pen, you angled your wrist, and let the pen fly, watching in satisfaction as it soared across the room and thunked Jeno right on the side of his head.
Immediately, he pulled off his headphones, looking around in confusion before his eyes fell upon you, laughing maniacally, at the desk.
“Y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, still remaining sprawled on his bed. “Did you just chuck a pen at me?”
“Maybe.” You replied with a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence. “You were ignoring me.”
Jeno shook his head, but he was smiling. “So you throw something at my head? Tell me, why are we friends again?” He teased, causing you to leap up from his squeaky desk chair and launch yourself at him, pretending to hit him.
“Hey, hey, hey, no more violence!” Jeno protested, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you on the bed beside him. “Or else.”
“Or else what?” You challenged, cocking an eyebrow.
Jeno grinned devilishly, tossing his phone to the side. “Or else this!” He dug his fingers into your sides, causing you to squeal at the feeling of being tickled.
“Jeno, Jeno, Jeno, stop it!” You shrieked, giggling madly and swatting his hands away.
Jeno paused momentarily, pretending to think. “Hm, nope.” He replied, putting emphasis on the “p” sound before launching into his second attack of playful tickles. However, that moment was all you needed to jab your own fingers into Jeno’s ribs, causing him to cry out with semi-painful laughter. He fell beside you, bouncing slightly on the mattress, and you took that opportunity to prevent him from any more tickle-fueled endeavors by sitting on top of him, your legs on either side of his stomach and your hands splayed across his chest as he panted wildly, hands finding purchase comfortably on your waist..
“Ha!” You exclaimed in triumph. “I win!” You folded your arms over your chest smugly.
“Fine.” Jeno pouted in defeat before cracking into another pearly grin. “Now get OFF me, so I can MOVE.”
Before you could comply with his request, however, you looked up in time to see a flustered-looking Jaemin standing in the open doorway. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks were dusted with a cloudy pink, as if he had just witnessed something he wasn’t meant to see.
“Uh, that’s not my business.” He mumbled quickly before hurrying back down the hall in the direction he came.
You looked down at Jeno, catching his eye and bursting into laughter as you rolled off of him, falling beside him on the bed.
“Do I even want to know what Jaemin was thinking?” Jeno asked between giggles, turning to face you.
“Probably not.” You informed him honestly, snorting at the picture of Jaemin’s shocked and concerned expression that remained burned into your mind.
Jeno was silent for a moment. “But we aren’t like, together or anything, so he couldn’t have thought he walked in on us making out or something, right?” Jeno let out a shaky laugh. “That’s crazy!”
You turned to face him, your cheeks heating up at the thought of even kissing him. Truth be told, you had had a massive crush on Jeno since you met him, and it was only growing day by day. But he was your friend, and only your friend, and you didn’t want to jeopardize that.
“Wow, dating me really sounds that crazy?” You asked, voice cracking and only half-joking. Jeno studied you, searching your eyes and making you blush harder. Why was he looking at you like that?
“Well, no.” He said softly after a moment. Your heart fluttered, and you held your breath, waiting for his next words in anticipation. “In fact, dating you sounds….really nice. I mean,” Jeno bit his lip nervously. “Would you maybe…want to…date me? Maybe?”
You giggled joyfully, cupping his face eagerly. “Yes. Yes, Lee Jeno, you crazy fool, you bet I would.”
🎧Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Poor Jaemin…👀✋
🎧Have a great day, and remember, you are amazing and special! 🤠💛✨☀️😄
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‣ summary: In which the mix of Christmas music in August and Donghyuck's surge of confidence almost does good for the both of you
‣ warnings?: don't think there's anything but fluff in this!! Donghyuck’s physical touch love language is showing, kinda cheesy?
‣ an: why my brain makes shiet up like this when my coworker actually decided to play Christmas music at work the other day is beyond me (・_・ヾ
Five minutes of silence is five minutes too odd when you’re with Donghyuck.
This is only because he’s never not talking.
Though you wouldn’t always consider it a bad thing. A big part of you actually enjoys the conversations you have with Donghyuck. He always takes every opportunity to speak to you about anything and everything, and thanks to him, your shifts are a lot more tolerable than they used to be. Time went faster when he was there because, with Donghyuck, there never seemed to be a dull moment.
So when Donghyuck’s silent, you can’t help but feel genuinely confused about why he isn’t choosing to talk about whatever’s surfaced from his busy brain. This was all out of the ordinary—not to mention the fact that the cafe’s music was not playing.
Turning off the tap, you furrowed your brows at the absence of sound in the cafe, not that it was supposed to be loud. In fact, barely any customers willingly came to the small shop. Most often, the people who came by were individuals who accidentally stumbled upon the cafe, otherwise, the guests were just older adults who were in need of coffee and this place was the most convenient coffee shop in the neighbourhood.
Leaning against the big sink which sat snuggly at the back corner of the kitchen, you look out to the front where Donghyuck was standing. You can tell he’s occupied himself with the cafe’s ipad, which was mainly used as the cash register, just by the way his head was bowed. The rest of his body is still as a statue. Although you’re curious about what he’s busied himself with, you don’t choose to ask him. Why?
Because it’s Donghyuck. You sure for a fact that you don’t want to know.
Shrugging it off, you decide to turn back to your own task of washing the unnecessarily big pots that were sitting in the sink. But before you’re able to hop back into it, you’re interrupted by the sudden blaring sound of music. It catches you off guard and you find yourself jumping in the slightest. Turning to see why the hell the music is ten notches higher than the stars above, you raise a brow, expecting to see Donghyuck staring back at you with a sheepish look. Instead, you find Donghyuck still standing there as if he’s done nothing, but this time his head is moving along to the music.
Then that’s when you realize…
“Why are you playing Christmas music in August?” You have nothing against it—in fact, Christmas music always brought you some kind of serotonin that nothing else could provide. You simply ask the boy because you’re curious why he’s decided to play holiday music on a hot-as-the-devil’s-asscrack afternoon in August.
Donghyuck finally turns around, beaming brightly. You don’t know whether you want to laugh at how ridiculous he looks or question a small part of his sanity. He shrugs, “Why not?” He begins singing along to the Pentatonix cover, switching from acapella-ing the beat, the various other instruments, and singing when he wants to. This was the first time you’ve seen someone get hype over God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman, but you’re not surprised that the first person you witness to do so is Donghyuck.
It was cute—you’ll admit. It was rather endearing just watching him get happy over the simplest act of playing Christmas music. It was very… Donghyuck of him. Finding happiness in the smallest things. This was why you’ve grown fond of him over the past few months of working with him.
When the next song plays, Sleigh Ride by The Ronettes, Donghyuck’s mood shifts and he starts popping to the—what you previously thought was a—non-poppable and non-lockable song. You stand corrected.
“How can you not dance to this song!?” Donghyuck reaches for your hand and swings it in an attempt to get you to dance with him, “I know you want to!” He bends over to bring his face closer to yours, “I can you see you holding back a smile, Y/N~” Dropping your hand, he pokes your cheek and returns to singing the song, hitting every single note perfectly.
He goes straight back to his original task, hips moving gently from side to side as the music continues to play throughout the entire place. The songs keep him from talking to you but the singing makes up for it. This was equally as entertaining.
After an uncalculated amount of time, just when you thought that Donghyuck would be tired from the almost continuous singing and dancing, one of the most iconic Christmas songs begins to play throughout the still and empty cafe. Donghyuck effortlessly sings along to the beginning of All I Want for Christmas is You, and once it jumps into the main body of the song, you can’t help but sing along too.
In the corner of your eye, you see Donghyuck making his way toward you, bopping his head twice to the left, then twice to the right. Already knowing what he’s going to attempt, you give him a side eye, shuffling away from him in hopes to avoid him. Your efforts fail (curse this small kitchen) when he simply follows you, backing you close to a corner, singing the lyrics with his entire chest. You laugh because he’s closing his eyes and everything, almost performing the song.
He peeks through one eye and smiles—why? Because you’re laughing. That was his goal.
If you found your shifts more tolerable because Donghyuck can always find a topic to talk to you about, Donghyuck finds that he can live through another one of these dreadful shifts if he’s the reason why you’re laughing. It’s something he’s just recently realized.
Donghyuck looks over his shoulder to make sure there were no customers waiting to be helped before taking one big step towards you. There’s a mischievous smile sitting on his face, eyes slightly narrowed as he looks down at you, who has given up trying to dodge whatever Donghyuck was trying to do.
“I just want you for my own~” He sings. Donghyuck’s head moves out of habit, like the singer he is, eyes set on you and only you.
“Hyuck–” You try to laugh off the way he’s looking at you. You can’t help but feel the butterflies being released in your stomach.
“More than you could ever know~”
You try to turn away from him because you know that if you make any more eye contact with Donghyuck, you’d melt right in front of him—and that obviously isn’t something you want happening. Right as you try to turn away, Donghyuck reaches for your wrist to spin you back around. The movement’s quick, quick enough for him to sing the next line, “Make my wish come true~”
You attempt to turn away a second time, but now, you’re simultaneously trying to hold back a smile. Donghyuck notices this and feels confidence surge through his chest. He makes a bold move, one that’s just as swift as his last action. It was practically unpredictable, stunning you both.
With both hands, Donghyuck reaches for both sides of your face, positioning them so that your ears are sitting in between his index and middle fingers and his thumbs are resting just where your cheek bones are. Gently, he uses his palms to tilt your face up to look at him, and at this point, you know you have no choice but to look him right in the eye.
“All I want… Is you.”
Did he just? You can’t help but notice that Donghyuck intentionally skipped two words in the middle of the song’s line. Maybe your heart just exploded… if not once, twice.
As the song continues to play in the background, you and Donghyuck stand in front of each other like this for a few, very long moments. His eyes are flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes—he wants to kiss you, but he feels like he’s used up every last drop of his confidence to go any further.
You want to kiss him too, no doubt in that, but you’re frozen on the spot. You’re still processing everything that’s just happened. Donghyuck had just indirectly confessed to you, and you can tell that it’s not one of his jokes because you’re reading his eyes like an open book.
“Donghyuck I—”
“Ahem!”
Donghyuck quickly lets go of you, bringing his hands behind his back before turning to look at the third presence. You follow his line of sight to see a customer, an elderly woman, peeking over the cash register.
She’s smiling shamelessly, “Sorry to interr–”
“Don’t apologize!” Donghyuck retorts a bit too loudly. You see him quickly look back at you, like he wants to desperately say something but he immediately draws back. Before you know it, he’s at the front once again, turning the music down.
you groan as jeno forces his way into the practically non-existent spot next to you, under the play structure that you've already been hogging as your hiding place.
"get your own hiding place you freak," you spit, giving him a fake-annoyed shove of the elbow, followed by an over exaggerated roll of the eyes for emphasis. he scoffs, hugging his knees to his chest, mirroring your body language, closing the door that has concealed you so well. "this'll be the last place jaemin looks because he's too lazy to actually put in some effort in this game," he comments, using his fingers to brush his fringe away from curtaining his eyes.
"i hate to agree with you, but my legs are numb already," you say, looking down at your almost colourless kneecaps. you've been in this position for what you swear to be 30 whole minutes (you do have an extreme problem with exaggerating), and you would've switched your hiding position if you could still feel your legs like, 20 minutes ago.
"here," jeno leans his back against the wall, opening up some space between the upper half of his body and his thighs. he reaches over, placing your arms to the sides of your body. "what the hell are you doing?" you question, furrowing your brows as he grabs both your ankles, pulling them over his body. he rests your legs in the small resting spot he has turned his stomach into.
although you're not able to stretch your legs out fully, you can feel the blood pumping into your legs again already. although, you're too distracted by the accelerated pumping of another part of your body to notice, one that you've been finding harder and harder to control whenever you're around jeno.
but, it's in your dynamic with the boy to be curt and snarky.
"foot fetish much?" you say, a little too weakly, because you're aware of how lame this hit is. refusing to give him a chance to call you out on it, you quickly divert the topic, "at this point, i think jaemin's doing it on purpose."
"doing what?" he asks, turning to look at you, his hands respectfully at the sides of his body, though you very much wish they'd be resting on your shins or something.
"acting like he's actually seeking for us when he's probably just overdosing on coffee somewhere," you reply, averting your gaze to the lint on your shirt, because you know you'd be staring at his face for too long otherwise, and it'd make things obvious.
"or maybe we all just tricked you into thinking we're playing hide and seek just so i can get this alone time with you," jeno says, causing you to immediately look up at him again. "and why would you do that?" you manage out, a little too meek for your liking.
you notice how he's picking at the non-existent dirt on his socks.
"i don't know, y/n," he lilts, "why would i come see you every weekend? why would i deliver porridge when you're sick? why would i leave the house early every thursday just so i can catch a glimpse of you at the bus stop? why would i carry around a jacket all the time when i never use it, and it always ends up draped over your shoulders? why?" he puts a finger to his chin, tapping gently, "why?" he repeats.
you shift your gaze down to your fingers, picking at the dead skin gathering at the sides of your nails. to be honest, you never knew. yes, he did all these sweet things for you, but he always dumped cups of sarcasm and banter in between, which now that you're actually seriously thinking about, you realised you've been focusing on too much just because you were trying to conceal your feelings for him. maybe he was doing the same, too.
and because you know no other reaction that's appropriate for this situation, you try to retract your legs, with, "i think i'm going to go look for jaemin."
jeno grabs your legs in place, constraining you.
"i like you."
three words. just three simple words, but they give you the same amount of adrenaline, and the same feeling of excitement in your heart a bungee jump or a rollercoaster ride would give you.
the three words that you weren't exactly waiting for, and you didn't think you needed.
but the same three words that have just thrown a blanket of reassurance, causing the warm and fuzzy feeling you've only heard about, to spread in your body.
"that's great," you say, the only thing that your mouth muscles are willing to form.
"just tell him you like him already so that we can go get food!" chenle shouts from outside.
you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.
"what he said," you mumble, scrambling out of the confined space before jeno's able to say anything more.
warnings: smut (mdni, 18+!), fluff, fem!reader (called a pretty girl in renjun’s thoughts), renjun’s pov, use of good girl (once i think), corruption kink, masturbation (m), oral (f & m), fingering (f), unprotected sex (be safe please), creampie, marking, alcohol consumption, reader called angel as a nickname in place of y/n, teasing, multiple orgasms, unedited so excuse typos, 7k words
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You were really pretty.
Renjun had been eyeing you over his solo cup for a bit now, wincing each time the tequila burned the back of his throat, but it was working to loosen him up.
He was always a lightweight whenever he was stressed, and damn if midterms didn’t make life stressful as hell.
His chest was warm, and he was sure his cheeks were a little red, a sign he should definitely stop before he gets an awful hangover tomorrow, but he instead downs the rest of the shot Jaemin had given him and grabs one of the cheap and awful beers from the counter as he tosses the cup out.
Popping off the lid, he makes his way over to you, where you hold a solo cup you look a little disgusted by, and lean against the wall, glancing around the loud and crowded room with a pout.
“Hi,” he says, smiling at you, eyes half-lidded and sleepy. He was so warm. And he realizes that he is the opposite of smooth whenever he’s drunk, but he can try, damn it.
Mark couldn’t have known how much the picture you sent him would affect him when he got the notification.
There you were, sitting on your bedroom’s floor in front of your full-body mirror, legs open and facing the camera. Your underwear was nowhere to be found, only one of Mark’s t-shirts was covering your body, and if that wasn’t already turning him on impossibly much then the fingers over your glistening pussy definitely did the job.
There wasn’t much he could do, sitting on the couch of their dressing room after just being done with his makeup. He was only glad he decided to turn his phone away from Johnny before opening the message, out of a hunch. Awkwardly pulling the sweater he had on for the performance over his crotch, he excused himself to the restroom.
The call rang only once before you answered, your voice telling of the smug smile stretching out your face; you were expecting him to call.
“Hey”
“Yo”, he answers, breathless. “What’s up with the pic?”
“You liked it?”
“So fucking sexy.”
He walks around the area a little, checking to see if anyone was there. He had a feeling this conversation would end up needing complete privacy.
“I just missed you”, you mewl, and Mark can clearly hear your duvet covers shifting in the background. He can picture it so vibrantly: you naked, wearing your messy hair and the tee he’s left at your place, laying in bed. His cock twitches in his skinny jeans, begging to be freed, and he quickly locks himself inside a stall.
“What are you doing right now?”, he asks you as he unbuttons his pants, palming himself over his briefs.
“I woke up and you weren’t there but I was really horny. I couldn’t help but touch myself..”
Unable to contain his hard-on under the fabric anymore, Mark pushes his underwear down his thighs, letting his dick slap against his lower stomach. He can faintly pick up the sound of your fingers spreading your wetness around. Every second of this call drove him crazier.
“And you decided to show me just to torture me?”
“Well, I was kinda wishing you’d call. I wanted to hear your voice.”
“Got what you wished for, baby?”
“Not really”, you pout, moaning lightly when your index grazes your clit, “Your dick feels so much better.”
“Fuck”
Letting out a low growl from the back of his throat, he wraps his fist around his member, slowly jerking himself off. The way your voice breaks from neediness has him dripping out already. He knows he won’t last long.
“Slip two fingers in for me”, he whispers on his phone, already panting as he pumps his dick some more. “How does it feel?”
“My pussy feels so hot”, you whimper, but sigh out in pleasure once you get used to the stretch. “It’s a tight fit”
“Can’t even fit a couple of fingers in? But you always take me so well.”
“It’s been too long”, you whine, and a wave of guilt washes over Mark momentarily. “I need more”
“Once I get home”, he promises, and picks up the pace of his movements as your moans grow in intensity. “Don’t care how tired I am. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til your legs give out.”
“Mark, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, fingertips hitting your g-spot now. It feels so different when he’s there for you. Even if he’s not physically in your room with you, you still feel butterflies in your lower stomach at his words. It’s just so easy to imagine that he’s right next to you, half-covered under your sheets like on your favorite lazy mornings, when his lips find the hollow of your neck and his fingers wake you from your slumber.
“Me too baby, fuck. I wanna hear my girl cum all pretty for me.”
You moan his name out per his request when your orgasm hits you, your moans triggering his own. Ropes of cum fill his fist, dripping down his fingers. He can’t help himself from groaning from the much-needed relief, letting out a chuckle as he cleans himself up.
“I love you.”
“I love you too”, you coo, your body feeling light as a feather and your heart full of your boyfriend. “Good luck today, okay? I’m cheering for you”
“Thank you, baby. And I’ll keep my promise! Just wait for me.”
“Will do Marky”, you giggle, not wanting to hang up at all, “I’m so glad I texted you”
Painted in the most vivid, brilliant colors, Lee Donghyuck was a walking masterpiece. With your love for everything bright, everything colorful, you were bound to fall, one way or another. You’re sure he feels the same. After all, in all the nights you spend together, he holds you like no one else ever has. You felt safe in his arms, cozy in his warmth. His embrace has always felt like home. You’re so sure.
But Lee Donghyuck has never been one to be tied down.
PAIRING. lee donghyuck x reader
GENRE. fluff, angst, road trip!au, friends with benefits!au
WORD COUNT. 7.5k
WARNINGS. suggestive/sexual themes, implied sexual content, profanity
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you press 'send', watching as the 'delivered' changes to 'read' almost immediately. you lock your phone, dropping it back into the little cubby you always put it in when you're driving. you tap your finger on the steering wheel, humming to the new song you've had on repeat for the last few days.
your eyes scan the somewhat familiar surroundings - usually, your boyfriend was the one who'd drive to your neighbourhood to pick you up for date nights, but you decided that you should be the one to drive him every once in a while.
you continue to look around, until something, or rather, someone, catches your eye in your side view mirror. the ends of your lips immediately tug upwards into a smile, watching as mark spots your car.
you see the way his expression immediately brightens up, a shy, excited smile decorating his pretty face. his footsteps quicken, and you swear you see him skip in excitement. you let out a giggle - your boyfriend is so adorable.
as he gets closer to your car, you see him stop for a moment. you raise your brows, tilting your head as you try to get a better view of what he's doing. you see mark taking in a deep breath, his fingers coming together in a gesture as though he's removing all displays of excitement from his face.
is he trying to act like he isn't excited to see you?
he opens the door to the passenger seat, getting in to your car. you tilt your head, eyeing him curiously. he greets you with a simple, obviously well thought out, "'sup."
you blink your eyes twice, staring at him with a blank expression. he returns the eye contact, raising both brows. "what?" he says.
you burst out into a hearty chuckle, leaving mark even more confused.
"what?" he asks once more, his voice accidentally cracking, causing you to chuckle even harder.
"why are you trying to act like you're cool?" you question, calming yourself down.
"what are you talking about?" he tosses back.
"i saw everything," you say, giving the sweetest smile that never fails to make flowers bloom around you in mark's point of view. "and i think you're so cute," you whisper, pulling mark towards you by his hoodie, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
you turn to face forward, starting the car back up, leaving mark all smiley as he pulls his hood over his head, hiding his burning cheeks from your line of vision.
"but you think i'm cool though, right?" he asks as you turn out onto the main street.
"sure, babe," you reply in the most unconvincing tone ever.
“jisung, truth or dare?” mark’s slightly slurred voice turns everyone’s attention towards the youngest boy as he scoffs at the sudden attention.
his hand brushes through his brown locks before answering quite smugly, “dare.”
“i dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”
this swipes the smugness on jisung’s face clean off. his eyes almost immediately connects with yours. you see the nervousness in them as he clears his throat, slowly shifting closer towards where you’re seated.
“just tell me if this is okay.” his soft whisper reaches your ears as he timidly reaches to cup your cheek in his hand.
you smile, momentarily forgetting about the rest of your friends sitting around you, “it’s perfectly fine.”
this causes jisung’s lips to curl up into a slight smirk. softly, his lips press onto yours. your world spins even more as his thumb moves to brush against your skin.
“dude, look at his ears!”
mark giggles and it breaks you both apart, jisung can’t seem to meet your eyes as he shifts back to his seat.
MARK. your cheek. kisses you on your cheek when he leaves for work, and kisses you on your cheek again when he comes back home. fumbling around until his lips make contact your cheek when he wakes up, blinking blearily with drowsiness. random pecks on the soft part of your skin right next to your lips.
RENJUN. your forehead. turns his head and presses a sweet kiss on your forehead when the two of you are watching a movie together and you lean your head on his shoulder. pecks your hairline when he's facing you or hugging you tightly. kisses the area in between your eyebrows when he knows you're stressed or tired - it's his silent way of telling you not to overwork yourself.
JENO. your neck. nuzzles your neck with his nose, his hands on your waist and your back against his chest, before dropping a kiss there, smiling against your skin. kisses the region in between your neck and your shoulder before you go to sleep, mumbling a "sweet dreams", afterwards. puckers his lips and leaves a trail of wet kisses on your neck and collarbones, chuckling when you squirm away because it tickles.
HAECHAN. your lips. loves to surprise you with a swift peck to your lips, smirking when you freeze mid-sentence. kisses the corner of your mouth when you've just eaten a candy, claiming that he "wants to taste it too." slow, soft kisses to your lips when he wants to tell you he loves you but he's too shy to actually say the words aloud.
JAEMIN. your nose. simply bops your nose before kissing it, grinning at you when you scrunch it up afterwards. leans forward, a gleam in his eyes, and when you pucker your lips waiting for his, he kisses your nose instead, blinking innocently at you later. kisses your nose after kissing your lips, because he just can't resist it.
CHENLE. your knuckles. presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever he holds your hand, whether at home or in public. interlaces your fingers and brings your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your palm. shrugging when you tease him and call him "chivalrous" before covering your entire hand with kisses.
JISUNG. the top of your head. unconsciously kisses the top of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder. presses a kiss to your hair when you curl into his side and he wraps an arm around you. pecking the area just above your forehead when he wakes up and before he goes to sleep - it's become a habit now.
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[3.27 am] - when mark lee comforts you in place of your toxic boyfriend
fluff, light smut, light angst
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After being abandoned by your boyfriend in the middle of a concert as he chooses to continue to cheer for Post Malone rather than your actual mental health, Mark invites you over in hopes of cheering you up—by offering to spend some time together at his place. This unfortunately wasn’t the first time your boyfriend’s treated you poorly, and Mark’s one of the people around you that’s taken note of that. You’ve never really had that whole love relationship thing figured out—you’ve always just impulsively agreed and ran with whatever impact hit the hardest. Finding yourself limply hovering over the toilet in one of the stalls as you try to control your panic attack alone, you find yourself finally choosing to go through with Mark’s invitation. And that’s how you’ve spent the rest of the night, hanging out with Mark—until well past midnight. Mark’s been greeting you with gentle warmth and comfort like he always has, and you can’t help but feel like this is how things should be—whatever it is that would be.
You glance at the clock hanging above the entrance to Mark’s apartment—it’s showing half past 3. In the morning.
“Hey Mark, I should probably get going and call an Uber, it’s past 3 am—”
“It’s really late at night, there should be no Uber out.” He cuts you off simply, re-emerging from his bedroom to take care of the kitchen.
You pause at his remark, the cogs in your head stopping abruptly for reasons you’re not completely sure of. Something’s definitely not clicking logically, but for whatever reason your mind decides to skip that train of thought altogether.
“O-oh, okay..”
“You could sleep on my bed. I’ll be sleeping on the sofa,” He continues nonchalantly as he washes the mugs you’ve both drank from earlier tonight.
“…”
“You could sleep on the bed, too,”
You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your mouth.
Mark slowly spins his body away from manning the dishes, facing you.
The silver ring gleams achingly bright under the white, artificial light of the restaurant. It taunts you, the enormous diamond sparkling brilliantly, as if telling you of all the opportunities and chances you could have if you’d just say yes. Donghyuck’s hands still quiver, even after placing the now opened velvet box down on the table. You can hear his shaky breaths, knowing well of the nervousness filling his body to the brim. Taking a heavy breath, you rip your eyes away from the future he offers you, looking at him instead, his eyes ever so hopeful and shining with promise.
“What happened to the other ones?” you ask quietly.
His breathing stutters and the breath he lets out fills you with heartache – with shame and guilt.
“I – I thought that – maybe you, you didn’t like them…” he whispers, averting his gaze down. “That – that it’s why you keep turning me down.”
You bring your eyes back to the velvet box in front of you, eyeing it with spitefulness. Your eyes sting with tears, but you fight back the sob building in the back of your throat.
The rings he offered you before were simpler. They were his style, something you could see he thought long and hard about. They were always rose gold, with intricate designs, laced with tiny jewels, dainty and beautiful, all of them with his and your initials engraved on the inner side. But this in front of you – this isn’t him. He isn’t flashy or extravagant. He doesn’t like big diamonds and all that bling-bling. He hates that. He likes simplicity and elegance. He hates being called pretentious, hates being too bold. His money doesn’t define him, he says.
“Donghyuck –”
“Can’t you consider this as love?” he breathes out, looking up at you with pained eyes. Tears glisten in his eyes and he continues, his voice soft and ringing with desperation. “I know it may seem like I cling hopelessly to you.”
“But we’ve been there for each other, through the highs and lows, through every storm that was thrown our way. We’ve been there for each other for – for so long. I know you more than I know myself, Y/N.”
“Isn’t that already love? Our type of love?” he asks heartbreakingly, tears finally spilling down onto his cheeks. “Don’t you love me too, Y/N?”
You don’t answer. You do love him. Your love for him goes beyond measure. But your heart doesn’t belong to him. Your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see him like it does for Mark. It doesn’t stop and stand still every time you hold his hand like it does for Mark. It doesn’t burst for him like it does whenever Mark smiles and laughs. You love Donghyuck so much, you do, but your heart will never beat for him the way he’d like it to.
“I can give you everything, Y/N. I’ll take care of you. Of your family.” he bargains with sorrow, despair evident in every way. “You wouldn’t need to work a single day. You wouldn’t need to lift a single finger.”
“Please think about it,” he says, his breath catching once more.
“I’ll give you all the time you need-” his voice cracks with want, but you think about Mark and Donghyuck’s bargains are met with a wall. “I – I’ll wait as long as you –”
You press the lid down on the box in front of you, hiding the ring from your sight, but you keep your eyes on it, knowing if you look at the boy in front of you, you’ll break as well.
“You know what my answer is, Donghyuck.”
His soft cries ring loudly in your ears. He knows. He knows you’ll break his heart over and over again. He knows his fantasy of a love so beautiful, with you as his, is all it will ever be. A fantasy.
But Donghyuck would gladly spend his entire lifetime reaching for that fantasy, and you don’t know if he’ll ever accept the fact that your fates are not entwined.
current status: fighting to hold back the sobs building in the back of my throat.
JANNA????
THE EMOTION IN THIS??!! I've never been immersed in a fic so quickly before?! The way the MC's feelings contrasted with Haechan's expectations... broke my heart. You could feel his desperation. In every little action of his, in every single thing he utters.
How does one write something that's so chock-full of emotion?! I'm in awe. As always! Great job, Janna!! I'm over the moon to have you back, even though you always break my heart hahaha LOVE YOU TONS
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// 8:06 pm // “Any other questions before we dismiss for the day?”
The meeting room was silent, with you waiting for someone to speak up. As the gathered group shook their heads, you nodded and motioned for the employee at the computer to end the presentation, tucking your glasses away into your pocket.
“Then enjoy the rest of your evenings, everyone. Thank you for coming.”
Chairs scraped against the floors as people stood up, breaking into quiet chatter amongst themselves as they filed out of the room. The monthly meetings were never your favourite task to perform as one of the CEOs of SM Entertainment, but you’d learned that as long as you kept them short, people were happy. You worked specifically with solo artists, while the remaining two executives handled the boy and girl groups — a blessing, in your opinion. There was less to deal with when it came to issues with public image and album management, since solo artists were usually pretty good at keeping their noses clean and out of trouble, which meant less stress for you and more time for other matters specifically related to the company.
Well, that was if you excluded the one person who happened to still be sitting in his chair, staring directly at your figure as you gathered the papers that lay spread across the table.
“You should be heading home,” you said, not looking up. “The traffic’s probably eased up by now.”
Donghyuck didn’t answer, choosing instead to continue watching you flit around the meeting room. You were aware of his gaze burning into your back, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. He did this every time.
summary: you and mark take part in a video interview following your ex-boyfriend interview.
make sure you read [ex boyfriend interview series masterlist] first!
[the one with the second chance series masterlist] [main masterlist]
[The video begins with the same bare set. Both the wall and the ground are grey, save for the two black spinning stools in the middle of the screen, only a metre or two apart.]
[From the left side of the screen, a boy enters. He sits down on the stool closest to him, looking expectantly off to the right side of the camera. A moment later, another person enters, happily sitting on the second stool. They both turn to the camera.]
[Hi, guys. Thank you for coming back to us. Our first video was a hit and we were hoping you could answer some questions following your first interview. They will be simple questions - where you are in your lives and relationships now - but, as usual, if any question makes you uncomfortable, just let us know. Ready to start?]
Mark, throwing up a peace sign: round two, let’s get it
[Could you introduce yourselves for us? Name, profession and relationship status.]
[Mark smiles as he looks at Y/n, waiting for her to answer first.]
Y/n: I’m Y/n. And I’ve just finished my senior year at uni… so I’m currently unemployed
Mark, quietly: jobless
Y/n, playfully glaring at him: so are you
Mark, to the camera: I’ve also just graduated
Mark, to Y/n, with a wide smile on his face: stop trying to make me look bad!
CUT SCENE
Mark: you didn’t answer the question
[Y/n bites her lip to stop the smile that’s slowly spreading on her face. She pointedly avoids looking at Mark.]
Y/n: I’m dating Mark. Again.
[Mark laughs, but he’s blushing slightly.]
CUT SCENE
Mark, to the camera, surprisingly confident: What’s up, I’m Mark. I’ve just graduated, too. Y/n’s… Y/n’s my girlfriend.
CUT SCENE
[So first things first… have you watched your interview yet?]
Mark, blushing: I have
Y/n, turning to him: You did?!
Y/n, looking back at the camera: I haven’t
[Why?]
Y/n, embarrassed: I thought it would be embarrassing
CUT SCENE
Y/n, to Mark: You know my grandparents have seen it?
[Mark stares at the camera like hes on The Office.]
CUT SCENE
[How did you end up together again?]
Y/n: After our last interview, we ended up going out
Mark, quietly: As friends
Y/n, correcting herself: Going out again as friends
Y/n, now shy: And I don’t know… It was good
[Mark shyly spins around in his chair so his back is to the camera.]
CUT SCENE
[It was easy to fall back into the relationship?]
[The camera zooms in on Mark]
Mark: I don’t- I don’t think I ever got over Y/n
[It’s obvious Y/n is happily embarrassed by this answer, but she turns to kick his chair lightly]
Y/n, sarcastically swooning: AWWWW
Mark, laughing: Shut up! It’s true!
CUT SCENE
[The green screen is visibly green, and someone from the set is trying to untangle the cables connected to the microphone on Mark’s shirt.]
Y/n, quietly, to Mark: I don’t think I got over you, either.
[Mark blushes]
CUT SCENE
[We have some comments and questions from some of the fans of the last video that we’ll be asking, if that’s okay with you guys? Again, if they’re too invasive we can skip them.]
[Y/n and Mark nod.]
[Tray2Yung writes: ‘It was so obvious throughout the whole interview that Mark was still into Y/n… the way he looked at her made me want to SCREAM.]
[Y/n laughs and looks at Mark, who is visibly blushing.]
Mark, scratching the back of his neck: Yeah, I mean, obviously!
[Y/n laughs again.]
Y/n: It was probably obvious that I was still into him, too.
CUT SCENE
[bigmunki writes 'They looked so awkward at the start omg was the last time they saw each other the break up??’]
[Mark cringes while Y/n looks at her hands.]
Y/n: I followed him on social media even after we broke up
Mark, looking at the floor: Same
Y/n, sneaking a glance at Mark: But the last time we saw each other would’ve been when we broke up, right?
[Mark hesitates.]
Mark: The last time you saw me, yeah.
[Y/n looks confused and turns to face him.]
Y/n, biting the inside of her cheek: What does that mean?
Mark, hesitantly looking at the camera before turning back to her: Um, I actually saw you at the Engineering Cocktail Night like three months after.
[Y/n’s eyes widen. She sits up straight in her chair.]
Y/n: You didn’t even study engineering?!
Mark, with a lopsided smile: Well, neither did you…
[Y/n turns in her chair to whack him on the arm. She looks shocked but it’s evident she’s still smiling.]
Y/n: Why didn’t you come say hi?
[Mark shrugs, but he’s sheepishly smiling.]
Mark: I don’t want to say…
CUT SCENE
Y/n, kicking Mark’s chair: Tell me later?
Mark, giving her a quick nod: Obviously
[Y/n turns back to face the camera, grinning happily.]
CUT SCENE
[We’ll do one more… Oh, this is a good one! HimboHchan writes 'What’s your biggest regret from the break up?’]
[Mark whistles lowly. Y/n scrunches her eyebrows together in thought. When Mark notices, he gently pokes the skin between her brows, making her smile shyly.]
Mark: Am I allowed to say the break up itself?
Y/n: No! Something different. The people want gossip, babe.
Mark, blushing at the use of the word 'babe’: Probably going to that cocktail night, to be honest.
Y/n, looking at him, pouting: What? Why?
Mark, shrugging: I don’t know…
Mark: I only went because I knew you were going to be there and then by the time I saw you, I was [BLEEP]-
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Mark: Oh, right, sorry! I had been drinking.
[Y/n hides a smile behind her hand. Mark’s hand reaches out to grab it.]
Mark, to Y/n: You just looked so happy, and I felt miserable. So, yeah, that was probably my biggest regret from after the break up.
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Y/n, matter-of-factly: Okay, mine is much less romantic-
[As she continues speaking, Mark looks at the camera, confused, and mouths the word 'Romantic?’]
Y/n: -and my friends were telling me that online dating was the only way to feel better. I ended up organising a date with some random guy who happened to go to the same uni as us and…
[She laughs. Mark joins in, suddenly understanding where the story is going.]
Y/n, giggling: He turns to me, and he says - pardon my French - I can’t wait to [BLEEP] your [BLEEP] [BLEEP].
[Mark almost falls off his chair from laughing so hard.]
Mark, muffled: They can’t show that!
Y/n, watching him keel over and fall from his chair: THAT’S WHAT HE SAID, THOUGH!
[Mark erupts into more giggles.]
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Y/n: Yeah… safe to say I regret that experience…
[Mark says something under his breath that is censored, but Y/n only giggles in response, whacking him on the shoulder once again.]
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[I think that about wraps it up for now! Thank you so much for coming back.]
Y/n: No, thank you!
Mark: Yeah, it’s been a really great experience.
[He points to the microphone on his shirt.]
Mark: These are new.
Y/n, gasps dramatically: No way!
[Mark rolls his eyes and unclips the microphone to hand to a nearby staff member.]
[When both of them have had their microphones removed, Mark turns to Y/n.]
Mark: You’ve really never watched the video?
Y/n, shyly: No… I would feel so embarrassed.
Mark, grinning at her and offering her his hand: You were great! We will watch it tonight ~
Y/n, taking his hand and pretending to whine like a child: Nooooo~
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