NCT DREAM IMAGINES

12' Backstage (Mark)

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~Mark Imagine

Idol au

Strangers trope

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Y/N's POV:

I jolt past the pedestrians and onto the road, on my way to the stadium arena. As soon as the taxi broke down, I had no time to waste, because I can't be late again today.

My shift ended late today which is obviously an inconvenience now but I have to make it in time. If I don't, he'd be angry.

And if he's angry, I'm not going to get an album.

Yes, it's as simple as that. I just want an album from my favorite group's comeback.

My legs work faster when I see his car in view. I run as quick as possible until I'm standing in front of it.

Panting, sweaty and tired but at least on time.

"You're two minutes..." He starts and I squeeze my eyes, ready for the disappointment to come. "Early. We'll done Y/N."

My father surprises me for the first time in weeks. My time management has been so off lately that my father started to teach me discipline instead of just giving me what I want.

He started off by taking my favorite privilege away, getting free NCT DREAM albums. Since he can get it easily as the music director of the group, he always gave them to me on the day of their release.

Now I had to work hard for them. Like being on time when he told me to. Making me receive the album 2 weeks after it's release.

"Today you're getting the album and a Vip ticket to The Dream Show 3." He points to the stadium in front of us.

"Great." I simply say, too tired to express my happiness.

"Hey, where are you going? The concert starts in less than thirty minutes." He calls out to me when I start to walk away.

"All this running makes me want to use the restroom." I say back before rushing for the back entrance of the stadium.

I've been here a couple of times for many concerts, so navigating my way is more than easy. Right after using the restroom, I rush back to meet my father before the concert starts.

On my way back, someone completely bumps into me, making me fall down.

"Yah! Can't you see where you're going!" I fume at the person, who's been covered in a full black attire. Including a mask and a bucket hat.

He doesn't speak at all, though he helps me up before bowing as he tries to go on his way. Not on my watch because I hold his hand back.

"Didn't you hear me? Aren't you gonna apologize?" I say in a lower tone.

The person tries to remove my hand from his but I just won't let go.

"Listen I'm sorry, okay? I need to go." He finally speaks, without turning back to look at me.

I'm about to let go of him when it suddenly rings a bell that his voice sounds familiar. He turns around too meet my eyes.

"Will you let go off me?" He asks politely as I stare at his big eyes. That's the only thing I can see right now, which is more than enough for me to confirm his identity.

"M-mark Lee?" I stutter his name out.

He is about to answer when his gaze flickers to a car approaching us. Mark then switches our hand position, so that he is holding my hand this time, before running.

I let him take me, still flabbergasted that I just met Mark Lee from NCT!!!

He takes me back where I came from, which is the back entrance and he rushes up the stairs into a unfamiliar corridor.

"Where is this?" I ask taking in our surroundings.

"Backstage." Mark sighs. "I told you leave my hand, I was in a rush."

"So you decided to bring me along? Were you running away from someone?" I get unbelievably curious.

Though I don't blame myself because if you saw your idol dressed up in camouflage and suddenly running when he is supposed to be on stage, you'd get curious too.

"Look, this is a secret okay? I don't know you, and you haven't met me. And you didn't see this." He says and I scoff. "W-what?" Mark gets flustered.

"You're shameless." I point to him. "I definitely saw you, so you better start talking."

Someone exits a room, making us both freeze. Mark relaxes a bit when he realizes who it is but I tense up even more. Another one. Another member.

Jaemin.

"What are you doing here? We are waiting for you." He says, attention on Mark.

I'm so glad he hasn't noticed me yet.

"And who is this, is she a staff?" I take it back.

"No she's not-" Mark starts but Jaemin cuts him off.

"Ohh," His face brightens up. "Is she the reason you're late!"

"What!" I blurt out unwillingly.

Mark looks at me and then back at Jaemin. "You could say that." He nods.

"I knew it! You're a dark horse." Jaemin points at him and he shrugs.

"Get her a backstage pass please, before someone questions her presence here." Mark orders Jaemin.

"Yah, what are you doing! You made it seem as if..." I start to say before trailing off.

"Exactly, I told you that you didn't see me. But you insisted that you did. Now we're caught." He blames me.

"We? Who is we? You're caught! I don't even know you sir." I turn to leave.

"Yet you said my name." He holds my hand back. "And you let me bring you here."

"I did." I turn around. "Only because, I-" I start to say but someone else cuts me off.

"Mark hung, stop flirting with your girlfriend. You need to do your makeup." I recognize Lee Haechan's voice from afar.

Mark still hasn't left my hand which makes me even more nervous than I was before. If that's even possible.

"I-I'll take the Backstage Pass." I slowly turn around. Hoping that this statement will make him finally leave my hand.

Jaemin shows up again with the pass in his hand before giving it to his friend, who still hasn't left my hand. I fear that it has probably become sweaty now in his hold.

"Here." Mark says, placing it in the hand he is holding. "Meet me back here after the concert."

"For?" I raise my eyebrows, clearly questioning what we should meet for. We don't even know each other.

"Uhh..." he thinks for a moment, "I need to properly apologize for rudely bumping into you and bringing you here without your will."

Mark says this forming a sweet smile as he slowly leaves my hand. I can't help but smile back.

"So, will you be here..." He starts to ask but awkwardly trails off as if he is missing something. Which he is.

My name.

"Y/N." I nod. "And yes, I'll come back here."

"Mark, you literally have five minutes to dress up!" I recognize Chenle's voice shrieking from the dressing room.

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Idk what I just wrote💀

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