nct imagines

mark - late night

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you heavily yawned as you watched a show on the tv. it was getting really late at night, but you were waiting for mark to get home from a late recording.

as the next episode of the show you were watching started playing, you heard the front door open. you looked in the direction of the front door and saw mark walk inside.

"hey," you called out to him and he looked at you.

"you're still up?" mark asked you as he closed the locked the door. "you should be asleep. it's almost one," he said to you and came up to you. he kissed your forehead.

"i told you that i was gonna wait up for you," you said to him.

he sighed, "you know that i get back late sometimes. did you make any food? i'm starving."

you nodded, "check the fridge."

mark walked into the kitchen, and you heard the door to the refrigerator swing open. then, you heard the door close and the microwave door open. a few buttons on the microwave were pressed and the door closed. another button was pressed and mark came back into the living room and sat down next to you. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

"thanks, baby," he said. "you're the best."

you softly laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder, "you're welcome."

"mommy..." you and mark turned your heads and saw your son standing in the entrance of the room. he had his favorite stuffed animal wrapped in one arm while rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"baby, why did you wake up?" you asked him.

"i had a bad dream..." he answered.

"come here, bud," mark gestured your son to come over. your son walked into the room and climbed onto mark's lap. "what was the dream about?"

"a monster threw a water balloon at me..." your son replied and hugged mark. mark patted his back, trying not to laugh since both of you knew why your son had that dream.

"we are never letting haechan and chenle host his birthday party ever again," you said to mark.

"oh, believe me, baby, everyone knows that. don't worry buddy, monsters won't attack you again," mark replied and the microwave beeped. "will ice cream make you feel better, buddy?" he asked your son.

"mark," you called out to him as he stood up, holding your son in his arms.

"a little won't hurt. ice cream makes everything better, the three of us know that," mark replied and walked into the kitchen with your son. "you want some ice cream?" you heard him ask your son again.

"yes!"

"mark," you called out again. then, you heard the drawer to the freezer slide open. you sighed and gave in, "only a little bit!"

after a few minutes, mark and your son walked out of the room, each holding a bowl. mark sat down next to you while your son sat on your lap.

once they were done eating, you quickly cleaned the dishes. then, you saw your son's stuffed animal on the kitchen table and walked out with it.

"someone's forgetting someone," you said and your son looked at you.

your son ran up to you and grabbed his stuffed animal. "thank you, mommy!" he hugged his stuffed animal tight. "mommy?"

"yes?"

"can i sleep with you and daddy tonight? so you can protect me from the monster?" he asked.

you smiled and bent down to kiss his forehead. "of course. come on."

everyone got ready for bed and you got into bed with your son climbing over to so he could sleep in between you and mark.

"buddy, i know you want to sleep with your stuffed animal by you, but can you hug him so daddy can lay down too?" mark asked and sat on the edge of the bed.

"but he needs a pillow to sleep on!" you son claimed.

mark sighed, "alright, alright," he said and laid down as comfortably as he could.

you turned the lamp off, "goodnight boys."

"goodnight mommy!"

mark reached over and kissed your forehead. then, he kissed your son's forehead before laying back down, "goodnight babe, goodnight buddy."