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꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ 이민형

summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love

genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it word count : 1k

it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset — though he’d never let you know that.

he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.

“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping, “hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied, “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”

“many times — actually, i helped you move in, baby.”

you giggled, head falling into his side, “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”

mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.

the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“work— with— me— here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

your eyes narrowed soberly, “are you staying?”

“will that make you walk faster?”

as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move — clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

he laughed in disbelief, the relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.

“you scare me sometimes, baby.”

you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you — your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”

you whined, trying to get out of his grip, “no.”

“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, “it won’t take long.”

your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

his pinky connected with yours, “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him — so adamant to have him by your side — to have him love you.

and he did.

he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.

he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.

you smiled sleepily, “when’d you get here, baby?”

he could feel your arms climb around to be his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.

“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, “now, let’s go to bed?”

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# jisung + marking

# nsfw + mdni. jisung’s a love biter. and just mille trying to avoid dialogue.

it’s the way jisung’s a love biter, kisses on your lips slowly traveling down to your neck, long, slender fingers tipping up your chin to expose your soft, pretty neck. one hand on your waist, holding you tightly to his lap, the other gentle and careful to hold your face, a wet trail of kisses on your skin.

and there’s no words to be said, as his teeth graze your neck briefly, gently nipping your skin directly above your rapid heartbeat, a low, deep hum at the quiet sounds he elicits from your throat. a nip, then a lesser gentle suck, bruising your skin in a splotchy, darkening bloom of a hickey.

jisung’s soft hair brushing against your jaw as he kisses each fresh bite he leaves, slowly and gentle as if hickeys are a mark of a love note, a quiet, subtle claim to your body as his. splotchy, loving bruises trailing down your skin, his gaze glancing up as if in a loving trance up to your eyes through his long lashes, fingers letting go of your chin to slowly unbutton the shirt of his you’re wearing. and as he slips each button undone, a fresh hickey finds its way to replace a fading one, down to the pretty swells of your chest. your fingers gently tugging on his hair as jisung groans softly at the sensation, tugging his shirt off your shoulders carefully, just enough to expose more skin, leaning down to bite another mark, bruises flowering on your soft breasts, his grip on your waist tightening, as if he never wants to let go.

a small blush on his cheeks, seeing the way he’s left so many marks, both fresh and healing. jisung can’t help it. the right words always fail him, shyness overtaking the way he wishes to tell you something. so in the intimate, romantic moments like these, he’ll leave his claim to tell you his love, through the marks marring your skin. and in the same way he’ll smile quietly and nudge your concealer away from his bites, a shy smile on his lips when he catches a glimpse of a love bite on your skin when the wind ruffles your clothes, so quiet but prominently saying you’re his.

—

jisung’s a love biter, his big hands holding your thighs spread open, soft groan emanating from his throat at the sight of your pretty, plush thighs covered in fading marks of his, biting his plush lower lip before leaning in, placing kisses over the remaining bruises. it’s jisung’s way of teasing, to leave trailing bites up to your core, each nip a touch harder than before, until his lips press against your clit, warm tongue licking up your slit, a hint of a smile when your fingers thread through his hair and quiet whimpers fall from your lips, he’s pleased.

and lying on his chest while his softening cock warms your pussy, a sticky mess he’s left of cum dripping down the love bites on your thighs, his fingers tracing the hickeys on your chest like constellation stars, humming softly to a song because he can’t sleep after sex until you have.

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[6:26 am]

renjun walks into dream’s living room only to be greated by you and best friend!jisung snuggled together on the couch, with the end credit of some random movie playing on the television.

he looks around, sighing at the mess you two made (all your snacks scattered everywhere, a bowl of half eaten ramen with two pairs of chopsticks in them, and a couple cans of soda lying around) before looking back at you while a small smile on his face.

renjun takes his phone out and snaps a few pictures before accidentally sending them to the “dream + 1” gc with the caption “$5 theyll get together before next week.”