♡︎ mark lee imagines ♡︎

intentions

in which you're in the beginnings of your relationship and you decide to make the first move

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So here's the thing: from the moment you first saw the boy, you knew that he would be someone special to you.

His cute face seemed familiar, but you didn't think anything of it as you talked to him in the dimly lit café. Conversation with Mark was effortless and right off the bat, the both of you knew that you wanted to see each other more. He seemed nervous, as if he had never done anything like this before.

Later on, you find out that he was in a boyband and the reason why he looked familiar was because his face is on the cover of Elle Magazine.

Mark never let the fame get to him, telling you about it early only to not keep you in the dark. If you were to start dating, there was no way he was going to hide the challenges of his popularity from you.

The feelings were just right and you agreed to meet him again with a full heart.

You had gone on about three dates so far, each one more thrilling than the last and Mark Lee more captivating than before. He was down to earth, humble, dorky- he was everything your soul was searching for. He told you how you're the first person he's ever dated and the first person, he felt like, who made him feel this comfortable and understood.

But with his inexperience, he was mortally unsure about how fast to go in the relationship. There were times during your secret dates when he wanted to reach out and hold your hand or peck you on the cheek, but he was scared that he would seem too pushy or make you uncomfortable.

You weren't exactly a pro at dating either, but you could tell by his darting eyes and flushed face what he was thinking.

And here you were, on your fourth date and your first time at his dorm. You didn't know it, but Mark had spent the whole day before cleaning his messy room and made the other members promise to not come home until after your date was over. He bought a new air freshener and washed all the dirty cups and put them away in the cabinet (the first time this has ever been done in their dorm ever).

"Play me a song?," you ask shyly, noticing the guitar propped up next to his bed.

"Uhh...," Mark blushes pink, "yeah sure of course".

He picks up the instrument and you sit on the bed next to him, admiring his concentrated form. Carefully tuning each string, his eyebrows furrow in focus. His nose scrunches slightly under the rim of his round glasses as he turns the tuning knobs to tighten each string to his liking, slim fingers plucking lightly to check each pitch.

"So, " Mark cleared his throat, "wh-what song should I play?," he manages to stutter out, clearly flustered at your proximity and the way you were studying his face.

You giggled at his bashful expression, "hmm...a song that reminds you of me?".

Mark pauses for a moment, considering the best song choice. Suddenly, realization came to his face and he positions his hands over the strings. Strumming soft major chords, the sweet familiar melody floods your ears and your lips spread into an unconscious smile.

Not meeting your eyes and cheeks still painfully red, Mark looks to the wooden floor and sings, "picture perfect you don't need no filter~".

He sings the words so softly, careful about their meaning and hoping that you'll know he's singing it about you. Mark may be charismatic and powerful on stage normally, but not now. His whole profession is to sing with confidence and charm, but now, he's a blushing shy mess. His voice strains in nervousness and giggles break through the song from time to time. Nonetheless, you fell absolutely in love with this moment.

Focusing on his lips as he continued singing Intentions, you admired how they pursed cutely when he formed certain words and how the corners moved up when he smiled shyly. Your heart rate picks up and you move in unconsciously, gaining confidence you didn't have before on previous dates. If Mark could play a song for you so intimately, you could surely find the courage to kiss him first right?

"-with all my intentions"

You move to cup his burning cheek with your hand and press the fastest kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Mark immediately stops playing, mouth open in shock as he turns his head to look at you. If his cheeks are tomatoes, yours are strawberries.

You giggle the situation, not moving your hand from his face.

"Was that okay?," you asked quietly, not trusting your voice to speak any louder. Your heartbeat seemed to boom louder than your words as you waited anxiously for his reply.

Mark blushed even hotter against your hand (if that was possible) and he raised his hand up to hold yours to your surprise, rubbing his thumb gently in circles against your knuckles.

His eyes flutter from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

You lean in slightly, silently handing him an invitation, and that's all he needed to press his lips against yours. You sigh into the kiss, the heat from your cheeks melting together and you give him all of the passion you bottled up since you met him. His lips felt so right against yours, moving feverishly, telling you that he felt the same.

You shift on the bed to sit closer to him, putting your other hand on his chest and grabbing a fistful of his hoodie to pull him in closer. Mark sets the guitar to the side, grabbing onto your waist gently, pulling you into his lap. You giggle against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. All of the shy tension between you was gone, replaced by giddy excitement and pure love.

Finally pulling away, the two of you panted, out of breath and dizzy with new emotions. Mark's head spun with thoughts of you and how you felt in his arms right now. He was so content with being with you and you felt the same.

Pressing small kisses on your chin and neck, Mark can't hide his growing smile.

"Hey, y/n"

"Hmm?"

"Can we do that again everyday?"