Mark just wants to be a regular teenager. Or as regular as an eighteen-year-old sharing his body with a demon can get. And unfortunately for him, Donghyuck loves making things complicated.
Mark has been able to see the future through his dreams since he'd been young. The catch is, he's never seen anyone he knows, so he deems it a rather useless ability. The exception, of course, is Donghyuck.
Mark and Donghyuck belong to rival high schools and they hate each other's guts — they're not even subtle about this statement. They think the universe must be playing a joke on them when they end up in the same university auditioning for the same volleyball team.
Mark: My names Mark with a k
Donghyuck: Karc
donghyuck is going to start prematurely greying because of mark lee
alternatively, mark gets glasses
Donghyuck cared about nothing, and Mark cared a little too much about everything.
Delicate. The word that Mark was looking for, to describe Donghyuck’s expression. It was delicate.
And it was all he had been able to think about.
He was all Mark had been able to think about.
Mark is struggling with the extremely warm weather. Donghyuck decides to agonise him a bit further.
there’s this whole deal about how you find your soulmate, but donghyuck’s already got his. the problem lies in admitting it.
Donghyuck snorts. “And I'm the extra one.”
“I guess you're rubbing off on me,” Mark shrugs and sets off quietly.
mark is spiderman. and donghyuck knows he’s spiderman.
but mark doesn't know that donghyuck knows.
Donghyuck’s new flatmate Mark doesn’t seem any different from expected. He’s nice and polite, and pretty darn cute too. All of that changed when Mark returned home one night with a bloody shirt and a gun in his hand.
“Okay,” Donghyuck says, “My immediate response was going to be ‘fuck no’, but I figured that meant I should humour you and your,” he picks up the jar, squinting at the permanent marker and rattling the coin inside, “Seu-we-eo-ja?”
(Mark keeps a swear jar. By NCT Dream's first comeback, it's almost full.)
Rule #1 of Starting Your Own Band: DON'T DATE YOUR GODDAMN DRUMMER.
In which Taeil narrates Mark and Donghyuck's pursuit of love.
"Can I paint your nails?"
Donghyuck is for Saturday mornings after sleepovers Mark would never admit he enjoys and summer afternoons sitting on sun warmed sidewalks with sugary ice cream melting in their mouths and down their fingers. Donghyuck is his childhood and adolescence, and Mark spends spring break getting reacquainted.
They're new at this kind of intimacy, and Donghyuck's a little inexperienced. Mark volunteers to teach him.
Donghyuck has a crush on his roommate. Who is a vampire. And most certainly doesn't like him back. (Maybe).
According to Jo Wonwoo (the kid from the Busan team who exaggerates just about everything) seeing Donghyuck in person gives you about as much luck as a dozen four-leaved clovers and a hundred horseshoes combined.
Donghyuck has been pining after Mark Lee since the first year of high school, and now they’re four years deep and Donghyuck’s feelings are still hurtling towards imminent heartbreak. He's always been an impulsive decision maker, but he should have thought a bit harder on this one.
There are several things Donghyuck could say Jeno and Jaemin have wrong about his relationship with Mark, but the thing they're most incorrect about is this- how far they've gone together.
Mark and Donghyuck were alone at the dorm when there was a power cut. Cute shenanigans ensues with cuddling, kisses and revenges.
In an industry saturated with criticisms, endless schedules and never a moment's rest, Donghyuck feels like there's a tsunami crashing against his chest and a storm raging inside his mind.
(He isn’t really a person someone would classify as insecure.
But he’s only human.)
Trust their school to act all cliche and dump a kissing booth in the middle of the school festival.
Trust Mark to be stupid enough to agree and run said kissing booth.
(Not that Donghyuck cares. He doesn't. He totally doesn't.)
“Hey there demons. It’s me, ya boi.” Donghyuck starts, ignoring the look Mark sends him. “I’m just your regular gay, looking to film you guys and make you famous on YouTube. Commission starts at $20 per hour and goes up in terms of how scary you can be. I’d really like to make some cha-ching so if you could be so kind and pop up on our videos, that would be great, thanks!”
Mark runs a hand down his face. “This is how we die.”
Donghyuck licks his kiss-swollen lips, dares to throw a grin Mark's way. As parties go, he'd deem this one a success.
Mark crosses his arms. “Donghyuck is pretentious.”
Donghyuck glares at him through dark-rimmed glasses, from over his battered copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. “Excuse me?”
0 mile. 6000 miles. 10 miles. 0 mile.
No matter how far or near Donghyuck is, Mark decided a long time ago to love that boy and never let him go.
Prom is pretty boring until Donghyuck gets the grand idea to ditch and spend the rest of the night making out in Mark's car.
Mark doesn't even like staying up late, but he likes Donghyuck, and if Donghyuck can't sleep, Mark's damn well going to stay up all night for him.
Mark Lee is a demigod with a knack for terrible decisions and a crush on Donghyuck from Apollo's cabin.
Sixteen incidents. Sixteen members. A bonus. One sun and narrator Mark.
Or, that fic set in canon universe, tracing the ways in which Donghyuck takes care of the members ft. Mark.
Mark Lee says he dislikes skinship. He shrugs out of Donghyuck's embraces, dodges his kisses, and tells him that he's annoying.
Mark Lee is also a filthy liar because when it's three in the morning, Donghyuck repeatedly finds himself smushed against his chest, arms and legs trapped because of his clingy best friend.
Donghyuck didn't think he'd find the potential candidate of his heart through (mild) vandalism of school property.
Donghyuck's been planning this date for weeks, but Mark suddenly gets called into his part time job. So, Donghyuck winds up spending some time with Mark's older brother, discovers a few things, and gets the courage to tell Mark how he really feels.
Donghyuck slides into bed with Mark, presses a too-warm hand to his sternum, and says in a low voice, "my stomach hurts." And so begins a day of hell for Mark Lee.
Mark inhales deeply, and in one whispering rush of air, hisses out a long and desperate “why?”
“Because it’s your first pride and you’re gonna do it fucking right.” Donghyuck says firmly, and Mark wills the fight out of himself, all too familiar with the sight of a lost cause.
Or; Mark gets ready for his first ever Pride Parade
where mark realises he may like donghyuck but it's probably just his legs.
Of course Mark knows about Amor Fati.
After all, it’s one of the biggest event in their university. An obnoxious competition for couples to gloat and boast about.
What Mark wants to know though is why his and Donghyuck’s names are written obscenely in big, bold letters on the participants’ sheet.
Donghyuck, in the midst of a boring summer, meets a church boy named Mark and falls in love.
Growing up, Mark has only ever known of one constant in his life, Donghyuck.
Whether that's meant to be a good or bad thing however, is a decision resting on fate itself.
“My friends did a Ouija board,” he blurted out, and Donghyuck could only stare back in small surprise. Then, with much more hesitance, he added, “And it mentioned me.”
Donghyuck blinked once. Then twice. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’re famous among the dead.”
(or: Donghyuck works at a little shop that specializes in witchcraft - as in, not ghosts - and Mark Lee is a cute boy who's scared that his friends' Ouija board was right about Mark staying single forever.)
Somewhere in Northern Italy, seventeen year-old Donghyuck meets Mark, a summer guest at his parents' 17th-century villa. Together they share an unforgettable summer full of music, food, and romance in the sun-drenched Italian countryside.
There's something about him. A faint sheen of glowing bronze, a plaster stuck haphazardly on one cheek, eyeliner heavy, cheekbones high and mouth pursed thoughtfully that makes Mark very happy about taking a night shift if it means having an adonis of a customer. His breath catches in his throat when the boy's eyes flicker to him and widen for a fraction of second.
The boy takes out a headphone, blinks once, opens his mouth and ㅡ
"What the fuck is that?"
it's not exactly normal to have a strange boy climbing through your bedroom window in the dead of night. it's even more unusual to have this become a regular occurrence.
mark tries his best to take it all in his stride but it all get's decidedly difficult when a growing crush and a murky backstory keep trying to trip him up.
Mark takes Donghyuck home with him to Vancouver to meet his parents and to propose. It's all sunshine and rainbows, except they aren't actually together.
Ten times Mark secretly admires the little things he loves about Donghyuck, and the one time he gets caught.
Maybe it started when Mark and Donghyuck were forced to pretend to the world that they were lovesick fools, or maybe even way before that.
a.k.a the markhyuck fake-dating-enemies-to-lovers!au
Mark's biggest worries used to be what he'd say in his prom king acceptance speech, or whether his soccer team would win their next game. Then, one day, he sprouts a set of claws and everything changes.
Suddenly, he has to worry about keeping his claws hidden from his boyfriend, and about why the boy with the fiery eyes at the back of the classroom seems to know more about what's happening to Mark than he's letting on.
It's hot, there's no more popsicles left, and Donghyuck just really wants to go inside. And maybe his boyfriend's attention too.
donghyuck convinces mark that his dorm room is haunted
Donghyuck's fingers swipe against Mark's forehead as he brushes his hair out of the way, his eyelashes resting gently on his cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pressing a kiss between his eyebrows.
Is this what love was?
minkyung really needs to study, dongsook makes it difficult
or
minkyung's worried about passing her entrance exams, but dongsook's more nervous about university taking away her girlfriend.
where donghyuck hates parties and finds himself sitting next to mark in an empty bathtub, where they smoke together and talk about aliens, soulmates, and horror movies. and maybe kiss a little.
“You’ve obviously thought about it if it’s on your list,” Jaemin says, stirring his bibimbap after squeezing an obscene amount of gochujang on it. “Which by the way is a worryingly short list. Like you’d take a bullet for Donghyuck? You’d sit through his gazillionth rewatch of the Twilight series? But you wouldn’t fuck him?”
(Or: Donghyuck asks his best friend Mark to take his virginity.)
If Mark could freeze time like this forever, to keep this one perfect, lazy, golden afternoon for eternity, he would.
"Mark hated crop tops.
He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about massive, bass booming apartment parties either. Yet he was standing at the periphery of one such party, wearing a crop top, feeling the periodic gusts of breeze from the feeble air conditioner cross the bare strip of skin between the hem of his shirt and the top of his jeans, hating every sensation."
or, Mark wears a crop top and runs into an old friend. Some things never change, but others shift drastically.
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