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mark x reader, angst, fluff, drabble, 1k, established relationship

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The velvet box in front of him is wide open, revealing the ring he had proposed to you with so long ago. He had been so nervous when he had first bought it - not because it would empty his wallet of everything it held but because he knew you only deserved the best, the finest of everything, and it wasn’t. If he could give you the world, there was nothing that could stop him from doing so. But he couldn’t. And so he had to settle for a ring that, although beautiful, could never have matched the beauty you radiated. A vision beyond belief, you were, truly. 

He had been so scared. What if you finally realized you deserve better? He loved you so much, but he couldn’t give you all that he knew you deserved. Now that he thinks about it, hadn’t it been selfish? To keep you to himself when he shouldn’t have? To have bounded you to himself for the rest of your lives with a ring that clearly didn’t belong on your finger? 

You pout when your words do nothing but draw out a teasing laugh out of him. The polaroid in his hands has him smiling like a fool, showing off that beautiful eye smile you adore. Nevertheless, you groan, hiding your face behind your hands in regret. Jeno brings the photo next to your hidden face, smile still intact, and his eyes dart back and forth, as if comparing you to the photo. You grab at it, but Jeno pulls his hand back quickly, shaking his head. “Nope, nope, absolutely not.”

Waving the photo around, he says gleefully, “I’m keeping this. Just so that you’ll never get the chance to burn it.”

Falling back onto the bed, you huff, eyeing him with narrowed eyes. He chuckles again, brushing his newly dyed hair back before carefully setting your camera to the side. Your eyes flock back to his face, wandering up from his upturned lips to his joyful eyes.  

“Please, stop smiling at me like that.” You murmur, covering your eyes with your arm. Putting your arm down slightly, you peek at his moving figure, kneeling on the bed and crawling his way towards you. He plops down on your side, an arm and leg thrown over your body, head propped up on your chest, still smiling proudly. You purse your lips in annoyance, taking note of how his eyes drift down to them. “I’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.”

“Oh? And what exactly,” he asks, his voice low and soft, his tone unhurried, “might happen?”

You pause, taking in the proximity between you two, his lean figure draped over yours, head tilted in curiosity, eyebrows raised in playfulness. A wry smile now adorns his face, and you chuckle fondly, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair. Your hand settles down to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing it comfortingly. His lips fall into a slight pout when you don’t answer, and you squeeze his cheek gently, your lips curving up.

“Just- something…” You mumble, shrugging, turning your gaze up to the ceiling. 

He shimmies his body a bit higher, in height with yours and raises his hand up, still holding the polaroid you took with him a few moments ago. His one hand wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close, his other hand outstretched to take the photo. With the exhilaration rushing in your head from all the enjoyment, you turned the moment he pressed the button, pressing a kiss on his cheek. The photo captured his reaction perfectly. Eyes slightly blown wide, lips parted in surprise. 

Jeno turns his head towards you, but your eyes don’t leave the photo still raised up by his hand. He pulls his hand down, and you turn to face him, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“We kinda look like a couple, don’t you think?” Jeno whispers, his face painted with a soft smile.

“I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day,” he starts, his eyes narrowed in displeasure. His arms cage you in with your back against the wall, his face leaning in dangerously close. His lips brush your jaw lightly, trailing its way up to your ear. “But not once- not once have you noticed and I’m pissed.”

Sighing, you bring up a hand to pet his head, falling to the back of his neck, hoping to calm him with your touch. “Baby, I’m sorry…”

Your voice is high and breathless, and you feel his slight smile, just under your ear, knowing exactly and taking pleasure at what he’s doing to you. 

Ignoring your words, his lips continue, grazing down to your neck, his breaths lightly hitting your skin. One of his hands come off the wall to take your hand off his neck, grasping it tightly and pinning it above your head. His other hand skims down your arm, fingertips provoking goosebumps in its tread. He leads your hand up, placing your wrists on each other, holding them firmly against the wall with one hand and you don’t fight it, knowing the night won’t end in any other way- won’t end without you writhing and coming undone underneath him.

Lips finding their way ontop yours, he captures them in a soft and yearning kiss, your eyes fluttering close. Everything goes liquid and slows. Your body leans closer, seeking his warmth.

Jaemin: *moves 2 inches away from Xiaojun’s face while staring intensely* You have my full attention