[11:32] You arrived home late to idol!Mark who is passed out on the couch in his cute lion pajama set you bought him for his birthday. You told him not to wait up for you, but he can never sleep without you. You ruffled his hair to see Mark slowly open his eyes a rub the crust out of his eyes. “Did? I? Fall asleep?” Mark yawned. You nodded while reaching to grab his hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Mark plopped down onto your bed sitting upright as your back was facing him getting ready to shower. You felt Mark’s arms wrap around your shoulder and torso. “Can we, go to bed now? It’s late baby, you can shower in the morning.” Mark mumbled into your collar. You sighed as you smiled patting his head. “Of course honey, I’ll just change into some pajamas.” You replied. Mark removed himself from you, only to wrap his arms around your torso, making you laugh while awkwardly moving to put on shorts and one of Mark’s t-shirts. Mark didn’t let you go until you reached the bed, where Mark’s koala hugging torso collapsed onto the bed. You turned to play with his hair a little bit before Mark asked to be the little spoon. You nodded as Mark’s head collapsed into your chest while he wrapped his arms into your waist. You tangled and touched his hair until you heard Mark’s little snores against your chest. You kissed his forehead as you both drifted into a deep sleep
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The newest and hottest rumor in kpop is officially out! NCT 127 member Mark and Dream member Haechan are dating! The only problem with this incredibly well-thought-out rumor is that Donghyuck has technically never met Mark before, but you know what they say: there’s no time like the present!
Mark Lee has cupcake pink hair and the guts to whisper-rap about breaking kneecaps five seconds after stumbling over his own soft, poorly trained tongue.
He also has the pretty privilege and expensive friends Donghyuck could never afford, as proven by the golden SMTM necklace Na Jaemin hangs around his neck like a prize instead of an undeserved gift, a robbery.
They smile at each other with twin fake pearls as teeth, and Donghyuck spits on the floor, foreground in front of a rolling camera.
(or, donghyuck is street-dirty and mark looks money-clean, but not everything that glitters is gold)
Idol!AU x Reader || soft feels with SuperM after seeing With You during the Global Citizen performance
There’s something about Mark that always causes you to take a moment and watch him, especially while he works with SuperM. As one of the two members who speak fluent English, being the Canadian born, Mark does a lot of the speaking when it comes to the American performances and even though this one was viewed all over the world - it still rested on his shoulders to do the talking.
The other members have all made excellent progress with their English but it still made you feel proud that they relied on him, even just a little, to do the talking.
Dressed in a black hoodie and sitting at his desk, Mark looks like a sweet, young high school sweetie with his hair like that. You smile to yourself when you remember the day you two met and how he looked very much the same - not really having changed at all since he began his career.
Feeling your eyes on him, Mark glances away from the camera briefly and offers you a smile with a little head jerk, telling you to come over. With a heat forming in your cheeks, you move closer to him and wave quickly at the members all going through their practice.
“Do you want to colour-in with me?” He asks, moving the book so that you and he could share the pages. You let out a soft laugh, looking at him and he just smiles sweetly, cheeks flushed pink because he’s not used to showing you off in front of the others.
He likes having you all to himself, not in a possessive way but because it means he doesn’t have to worry about his older members trying to steal your attention - meaning Taemin and Baekhyun.
“Are we five?” You tease, picking up the purple and begin to map out the colours in your head. “Is this what you’ve decided to do?” Mark nods and you can’t help but reach over and ruffle his hair, causing him to yell out in annoyance. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it, you’re too cute.”
With deep red cheeks, Mark lowers his head and focuses on colouring in while the others talk about the project before getting into the real deal. “Are you going to stay and do this with me?” He is too nervous to look at you, scared of your answer. “You don’t have to.”
“Sure,” you shrug, you move the camera so that it’s focused more on Mark. “It’s been awhile since I’ve coloured something in, it’s soothing.”
With a shy smile, Mark agrees. It is soothing, much like your presence.
Running down the side-stage stairs, leaving screaming fans behind, Mark rips his earpiece off, pushing past managers and makeup artists he runs into one of the dressing rooms, flopping himself down on the couch.
He sighs deeply, tears threatening to spill out of his tired eyes.
Mark loves what he does, he really does. He’s been around the world, doing what he loves most, singing and entertaining people.
But he’s tired.
Debuting for the fourth time with SuperM was an exciting feat but came at a price, any chance at relaxation. He hasn’t seen his family in years, occasionally getting to call FaceTime them back in Canada, but it’s usually either too early in the morning or too late at night to actually talk about something other than how they’re doing.
Most of all, he misses you.
He hasn’t seen you in 5 months. You made the choice to make the move to South Korea to hopefully see him more but it hasn’t happened.
He misses your smile, your hugs, the way you dance around the kitchen while cooking, he misses being in your arms. Everything. It’s killing him, how much he misses you.
Realizing you both are in the same time-zone, he calls you, desperate to see you and hear your voice.
“Hi baby,” You answer groggily, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
He collapses, tears finally falling from his eyes.
“Baby, Mark what’s wrong?” You ask, worried and very much wide-awake now.
“I can’t do this baby. I’m so tired. I miss you. I miss my family. I need a break,” Mark says, heavy sobs racking his body as he finally lets go what he’s been holding in for so long.
“Mark, remember why you’re doing this. You have a passion, you have a talent, baby. I know it’s hard, I miss you terribly, but this is what you were meant to do Mark. People recognize your talent, your drive. People across the globe go to these concerts to see YOU. I promise when this is all said and done, it’ll be us and your family and my family and we’ll live in privacy and you can finally relax. But for now, go out there and kick some ass because you, Mark Lee, are one talented man and I love you, so so much,” You profess, heart heavy because you know how hard this must be for him.
Wiping away his tears, Mark says, “Thank you, love. I really needed to hear you say that. You’re my rock and I’m so glad I have you in my life. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, thank you for always being there, supporting me.”
Mark stops for a second, realizing that no one has come looking for him. Unbeknownst to Mark, they all assumed after running off stage that something was wrong and that he’d call you to vent and get to hear your voice again.
“Mark Lee, I love you so much. Now go kick some ass,” You exclaim.
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A/N Yes, I am aware that I misspelled Jaebeom’s name here, but I wrote this before he clarified the spelling, so until I find time to edit this, you’re just going to have to sit through jAebUm lmao oops; thanks for reading tho! mwah
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I sit at the far back of the audience, hiding my face with a white cap and a black mask. No one except Jinyoung knows I'm here- I'm a surprise.
After I accepted his invitation three days prior to the event and he had informed the staff of my attendance, Jinyoung had requested that I be one of the last few people to go up on stage to get my album signed. I had also brought gifts for the boys: a simple ahgabong plushie for each member with a tag attached, containing a short note from me. Additionally, I carry with me a small box of my homemade dessert rice cakes, though this gift is specifically for Jaebum.
Jaebum, my childhood friend. As a kid, he always loved the rice cakes my mom made. I'd just learned her recipe before he had left home to become a trainee. Of course, we had stayed in touch over the years- I'd even met a few of his trainee friends at one point, but it was never the same. His schedule was always too full for him to hang out with me, so we relied on texting and video calls to stay updated with each other's lives.
As the years passed, I grew busier and busier, what with post-graduate studies and my part time job. What used to be daily texts and frequent video calls turned into conversations broken into parts over a number of days, the other only replying when they had the time.
Needless to say, I missed him dearly.
So, when Jinyoung texted me a couple of days ago to let me know that they were having a fansign near the university I attended, I immediately made plans to be present. Jinyoung even said he would ask permission from the staff members to let me stay after the fan sign, just to catch up with them.
Clutching the box of rice cakes in my hands, I cheer loudly for the boys when they appear on stage. I see Jinyoung scanning the crowd, probably looking for me. To his disappointment, he's ushered to his seat before he can find me.
The fan sign begins, and I patiently wait for the people in front of me in the line. After what seems like hours and hours of waiting, I'm ushered to the stage, and am put in front of the first member at the table, one that I’d already met before: Youngjae.
Tugging my mask down to my chin, I greet him with a bright smile, holding out my personal copy of the Eyes On You album for him to sign. "Annyeong, Youngjae-ah. I got you something."
Taking the ahgabong plushie out of my paper bag, I hand it to him, waving it in his face playfully. He takes it after signing my album, and it's only then does he realize who I am.
"Ah! Noona!" His lips curve into a big smile, and his eyes scrunch up as he takes in my appearance. I hastily lift a finger up to my lips, letting him know to be quiet and that Jaebum doesn't know I'm here.
Jaebum is one of the last couple of members in the order, so I interact with Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom before I reach the last three: Jinyoung, Jaebum, and Mark.
"Annyeong, Jinyoung-ah." I greet, smiling as I hand him my album and give him his plushie. Jinyoung greets me back, but when he raises his eyes to look at my face properly, we exchange knowing smiles. He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and I have to stop myself from bursting out into laughter.
A few seconds later, and I am standing in front of one of the most important people in my life.
"Annyeong, Jaebumie~" I greet happily. I hand him my album for him to sign. Then I uncover the box of rice cakes, and hand them to him along with the plushie. Not having looked at my face yet, he pauses when he takes the rice cakes from my hands. I'd made them look exactly how my mother used to make them, in hopes that he still remembered.
"Ah, wait a minute..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence, then looks up to meet my eyes. I smile brightly at him, giving a small wave. There's a disbelieving look on his face, but he recovers quickly and returns my smile with one of his own, the enthusiasm evident in his eyes. It's all so surreal that I find myself tearing up. I didn't realize until now how much I miss him.
He offers me his hand and I reach out to take it, clutching onto it tightly. Jaebum gives my hand a comforting squeeze, accompanying the gesture with an affectionate smile. The moment passes quickly- too quickly, and I find myself being ushered to the last member, Mark.
"Mark-oppa!" I chirp, holding out my album and gift. He recognizes me immediately, and smiles widely.
"Eyyy!" He cheers, being careful to not mention my name. After giving me a high-five and talking to me for a while, I thank him and walk back to my seat.
The rest of the event passes by in a blur. I sit patiently, cheering for the boys and laughing along with them as they interact with the fans from the stage. Occasionally, Jaebum will pause in the middle of the event to scan the audience for me. Much to his disappointment, I'd already pulled up my mask, so I'm unrecognizable.
When the event ends, I'm the last one to exit the venue, doing as Jinyoung had instructed me to in his text. Outside, a staff member is waiting for me, and escorts me to a side entrance. I'm led back inside the venue, removing my mask and cap, and standing backstage as the boys finish their cake party on V-Live. At the end of it, they're covered in cake frosting, so I wait for them to finish cleaning up before approaching.
Jinyoung spots me first. He welcomes me with a big hug, before leading me to where the other members stand, talking noisily as they clean the frosting from their bodies.
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet someone." Jinyoung says loudly, placing a hand on my back. "This is Johee."
Five heads turn at the sound of Jinyoung's voice, and two more people step forward. Youngjae and Mark both approach to greet me, while the other three watch in confusion.
"Hyung, who is she?" Bambam finally asks.
"This is-"
"Johee?"
The familiar voice interrupts Jinyoung, and I turn to meet the eyes of my best friend, who had just emerged from what I assume is their dressing room. He had swapped his outfit for a fresh pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He stands in front of the closed door, taking slow steps towards me.
My patience vanishes at the sight of him. I forget that the other boys are there, and rush towards Jaebum, throwing myself onto him. He catches me automatically, arms going around my waist as mine wrap around his neck. I can't stop the smile that creeps onto my face as he buries his nose into the crook of my neck.
We hug for a while, before we're interrupted by a low whistle from one of the boys. Immediately, Jaebum releases me, chasing after a boy taller than him. "Yah, Kim Yugyeom!"
I laugh at the sight, walking back to stand beside Jinyoung. He starts to introduce the other members, and even though they don't need introducing, I accept anyways, because it would be rude not to. Yugyeom is getting his ass beaten by Jaebum, and when that's over with, Jaebum walks back to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder protectively.
"Kids, this is my best friend, Yoon Johee."
"Are you the girl Jaebum-hyung always used to Facetime with?" Bambam pries. I raise an eyebrow.
"I'd like to think so, yes?" I say unsurely.
"Yes, she is." Jaebum answers with conviction.
"I remember you! Jaebum would always go to bed so late at night because he was talking to you in some way." Jackson exclaims.
"The same girl that he wouldn't shut up about during break times." He exposes his leader with a triumphant tone in his voice, letting out a loud laugh.
"Yah, Jackson-ah. Shut your mouth." Jaebum commands. I let out a chuckle, chest warm.
It was good to be back.
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After getting permission from his manager, I was allowed to go over to the boys' dorm, just to catch up. Dinner was spent talking and laughing with all of them, the seven of us gathered around their coffee table in the living room. We ate, drank, and ate some more, all while nostalgically recalling stories of the boys during their trainee days, and me sharing a lot of Jaebum's embarrassing childhood memories.
When we’ve finish cleaning up and Bambam, Jackson, and Youngjae have all departed for their own apartments, Jaebum sneakily pulls me off to the side and sneaks me into his room. This is nothing out of the ordinary. After all, we had grown up sneaking into each other's rooms way past our bedtime. However, there’s a different feel to it, something new that made me nervous.
Which was ridiculous, right? This is Jaebum I'm talking about. I should be 100% comfortable with him.
Then why did my heart rate just increase? Why do I suddenly feel conscious about myself? Why can't I look him in the eye? Why can't-
"Hey Johee." Jaebum calls from his desk, spinning around in his swivel chair. "You okay?"
I nod, a bit too quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
If he senses something off with me, he doesn't comment on it. "So, how've you been?"
I shrug, walking around to examine the little trinkets he kept on his shelf. "Oh, you know. Drowning in work as usual."
He lets out a chuckle. I'd always been the kid with her head in a book. Always the more grade-conscious one, between us two.
"Let's not talk about me, my life is boring. What's happening with you? The new album's amazing." I bring up.
The brightest smile blooms on his face almost immediately. He opens his mouth and words flow out non-stop. Jaebum talks about their activities, their music, and their upcoming tour so enthusiastically that I find myself smiling widely, just because he was so genuinely happy.
"What?" He asks, stopping his fidgeting on his swivel chair because he noticed I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying- to absorbed in the happiness he was exuding.
I raise my eyebrows. "Hm?"
He chuckles, getting up to stand in front of me. "First time I see you in years and you don't even listen to me."
My cheeks heat up.
What?! I don't blush!
"Sorry. I was too absorbed in-"
"How handsome I am?" Jaebum cuts in shamelessly, fishing for compliments.
I make a face, teasing him. "Yeah, alright.". Not knowing what else to say in response to that, I turn my attention back to the trinkets on his shelf, not touching, just looking.
My heart warms when I see that he still has the music box I gifted him for his fourteenth birthday. Back then, he'd unwrapped it and seriously questioned my gift-giving skills, because 'who in their right mind would give a boy a music box?'. After bickering about gift preferences in relation to the gender of a person, I was under the impression that he'd kept my gift hidden in the back of some closet, buried under a pile of old clothing that were too worn out to be worn again, much less touched.
I wasn't expecting to see it displayed on the top level of his shelf.
My fingers reach out sub-consciously, picking up the music box and opening it. The melody of our favorite childhood song filled the air and I smile to myself.
"This box really brings back a lot of memories." I say, closing it and returning it back to its spot on the shelf.
Turning to face Jaebum, I smirk when he snaps out of his thoughts and blinks, focusing on me.
"What?" He asks.
I tut, imitating him. "First time I see you in years and you're not even listening to me."
He chuckles, catching on quickly to what I was doing. "Sorry I was too absorbed in-"
"How pretty I am?" I tease. Jaebum blinks a couple of times before his lips curl into a small grin.
"I was just thinking about how nostalgic today has been." He says. "I haven't seen you in so long- it feels so surreal to me."
I smile warmly. "Well, I'm here aren't I?"
But the feeling doesn't stay for long. The smile leaves my face and Jaebum notices.
"What's wrong?" He asks, searching my eyes.
I lick my lips. "I thought I'd be able to see you more after today. I don't know why, but I did. I just realized you have a world tour coming up so it'll be a long time before we see each other again."
I try not to let it show too much, but Jaebum is my best friend because he can sense these kinds of things without me having to tell him.
"Hey. It won't be that bad. We can go back to texting and facetiming like we used to." He offers.
I shake my head. "You'll be too busy for that. And you need your rest. I'd rather you use your spare time to rest than spend it talking to me."
He tries to protest, but I remind him that I'm busy too. Sighing, he gives in. "Fine."
I look away- at the floor, at the music box, anywhere, trying to hold back tears and enjoy the fact that I'm spending time with my best friend right now. But the familiar feeling of missing him comes back- even though he's just an arm's length away.
"I'll let you in on a secret." Jaebum steps forward, using his curled-up index finger to lift my chin up so I could look at him properly.
"When I'm away and homesick, when I’m on stage and exhausted, when I’m flying to other countries and missing my own,” he begins.
"I think about you."
These simple words are all it takes for my heart to clench. The full weight of having missed my best friend for so long comes crashing down on me all at once. "Jae..."
“It helps. A great deal.” His gaze softens as he stares at me intently. "It's true. It's always been you. It'll always be you."
Tears start to form in my eyes and I bite my lip, wondering if there's a hidden meaning to his words. "This is starting to sound like something more than just comfort for me being a crybaby..."
His eyes widen in realization and he pulls back abruptly. "Fuck. You're right."
I frown and scrunch up my eyebrows, confused.
He covers his face with his hands before frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. "God, I wanted to do this in a better way..."
"Do what, Jae?" I say softly. Almost as if he just remembered I was there, his head snaps up to look at me. Then he clears his throat.
"You should know, whatever I'm going to tell you now, has been in the making for the past five years."
I nod understandingly. He takes a deep breath.
"Okay. Well, you know that old saying about distance making the heart grow fonder?" He starts. I nod.
He chuckles, but there's no humor in it. "Well, I never used to believe in that. I was never the type to have separation anxiety."
I nod again, this time in agreement.
Exhaling, he fidgets.
That's weird. In all the years I've known him, Jaebum was never one to be shy. Especially not with me.
"When we stopped talking every day, stopped video calling often, that's when it started. I didn't fully grasp what was happening because with a busy schedule and everything, I don't really have time to be texting and facetiming every single one of my friends daily. What I found weird was that the only person I felt this with, was you."
I stay quiet, not knowing how to react. He takes this as a sign to continue.
"At first, I shrugged it off as just simply missing you, missing your company, missing my best friend. But if that was the case, shouldn't I be feeling that to all my friends?" He narrates. "I found my mind being occupied with you whenever I had spare time. If there was nothing to be done, or nothing to think about, you were the automatic thought that appeared- almost as if my brain was encouraging me to keep missing you."
Pressing my lips together, I brace myself for what was to come.
Jaebum's confidence returns, and he looks me in the eyes. "So, I came to the conclusion that yes, I missed you. I missed your company, but not in a friendly way."
My breath hitches as he brings his hand to cup my neck, thumb caressing my jawline. "I love you. Can you believe it took me so many years to realize that?"
I bite my lip, chest tightening. Letting out a shaky breath, I let my head fall onto his shoulder. He moves forward to let me lean on him, arms winding around my shoulders as mine rest on his waist.
"You don't have to feel the same way about me. I just wanted to tell you." He mumbles. I frown, pulling back.
"Jae, why would I not?"
It takes a while to register, and by the time it sinks in, I'm already leaning forward to kiss him.
Jaebum's kiss is sweet. His lips are soft, something surprisingly feminine about his otherwise masculine being. What starts out timid and gentle quickly turns into something passionate. Years of pent up emotion from the both of us being released in one big wave that's trying so desperately to drown the other, failing as we keep each other above water.
I smile into the kiss, and Jaebum feels it. He breaks the kiss but doesn't pull back. Leaning his head against mine, he closes his eyes. I do the same, still fully aware of the hand that found its way to my neck, and the other on my waist. Simultaneously, we let out a sigh of contentment.
"I love you too." I tell him. His hands tighten their hold on me in response.
This moment was years in the making, and all it did was make way for more moments to come.
As the renowned pastry chef of Lee's bakery, Donghyuck's life is a clockwork of early morning batches and midnight fondant. An encounter with an odd customer changes his routine.
