𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

just let me adore you

Ship; Mark X Johnny
Group: NCT
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Based on this deadly picture

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Honestly, Mark didn't even know that picture would cause such a freaking uproar like it did. It was just an innocent flash of legs that really shouldn't bother anyone.. right?

Wrong, big time.

Now here he is, an hour after he's posted the picture both on bubble and Instagram, seeing the rather provocative comments the fans are leaving, the most prominent ones being "FOR FREE?"

Like yes, did they want to pay for his picture or something? What is up with these fans? It's a normal sight to see them so worked up on a picture but this one is kinda taking a turn on its own.

And it's really not just them too, the moment he'd worn those shorts and headed for the gym, there's been eyes on him throughout his walk down there. Even his manager commented on the excess show of skin but it's not like Mark minded that much, this is the most he can do.

Haechan also had reacted wonderfully to seeing the sight, not that he didn't react wonderfully to every other thing Mark did. And this time it was no different; him running up to Mark when he's seated and blatantly groping his thighs, even daring to run his fingers up the edges of his shorts.

Mark had to flush real hard and push at Haechan's chest for him to stop. Haechan can get really touchy and Mark had received copious amounts of that.

A few people he worked out with also made mention about how nice his legs looked and he just chuckled shyly and said thank you. What does one even say when their legs get complimented?

And now that's he's back at the dorm, lying on a bed that's definitely not his and a chest that's also not his, he's going through a whole crisis of whether he should take down the picture. But really, it's already been and hour, the picture has already seen all parts of the world.

Johnny must've noticed his distress and he reaches a hand into his hair to rufffle it a bit, a smirk on his lips when Mark sighs into it and snuggles even closer to him.

"What's wrong pretty boy?" Johnny asks and Mark makes a questionable sound that has Johnny raising a brow in question. "You okay?"

"No," Mark groans loudly, rolling his face to the side so that he entire face was buried in Johnny's pec. "Mm so phuing tyd"

"You're what?" Johnny laughs, his chest rumbling with it, making Mark shake as well. He knows Mark would probably not even lift his head to repeat himself so he takes it on himself to use the hand that's in Mark's hair to grip the roots of his hair and as gently as he can, lift Mark's head from his chest.

"I'm so fucking tired," Mark says with his eyes closed, his face kinda straining from the excess pull his hair is getting. It's okay though, Johnny knows that Mark likes the pain. "I just posted this picture, I'm sure you've seen it, and it's making everyone go haywire! Like what's even wrong with it?"