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I legit screamed when I saw this 😂 Hearing good comments about my writing from one of my favorite accounts who I respect so much... there’s no better feeling, I swear 💜 I will definitely tag you, thank you so much!

Can you writing a yandere au? I would like to request soft yandere with joon, when he overprotektif and possesif, fluff fluff~

Disclaimers: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. I obviously don’t own Netflix, Converse, or BT21. Koya is BT21’s character, which belongs to Line Friends Corporation and BTS.

Hi kutie! So this is my first EVER attempt at yandere. I’ve read it, I’ve studied it, I’ve looked up multiple examples… so I hope I did the genre justice. It was way fun to write, I quite enjoyed it, especially with Namjoon. It was really interesting to explore the way he’s so level-headed on the outside, but maybe not so much on the inside 😅 Also, I split this into two parts, because I thought up this scenario and another one that went hand-in-hand. Look for part two soon! 💜

@kpopyandere, how did I do? 😳

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, yandere themes as in unhealthy obsession and possessiveness, swears, sexy Joon (yes, that’s a necessary warning).

Word Count: 2,690

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff) Part One

You stared, slack-jawed, at the sight in front of you. Through your window, across your front lawn, and over the sidewalk stood none other than an absolute sex god. His white tank clung to his sweaty body in all the right places, revealing just how toned he was, and the way his brown hair was styled in a perfectly messy quaff made you go weak in the knees. He bent down and stretched out a leg, causing his shorts to ride up and reveal thick, muscular thighs. Your mouth parted open as your soul nearly left you.

The steaming cup of coffee in your hands nearly slipped from your grasp as you watched him stretch out his other leg, then walk up the neighbor’s driveway. Wait, no. That couldn’t be…? You scrambled over to your bay window, kneeling on the bench. The guy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. The sex god was… your new neighbor?

Right before he stepped inside the door, his dark eyes suddenly flicked your way. You yeeted yourself off the bench and pressed your back to the wall, hoping and praying he didn’t see you. After all, you weren’t some creeper. You just happened to be passing by your large, front room window and simply stopped to admire the view. 

It might have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn your heard a chuckle before a door slammed. You crept back up to the window to find he had indeed gone inside, his door firmly shut.

What you didn’t know is that, against all your hopes and prayers, he had seen you. In fact, he’d been seeing you for a while. Kim Namjoon first noticed you the day you moved in. Boxes were all over the front drive, and you were directing the movers as best you could. He thought the way you ran your hands through your hair every time you started to get flustered was cute. Since then, he’d been keeping an eye on you.

Your every-day routine was pretty much the same. You’d get up, shower, then make a cup of coffee. You’d begin working in your office, which had a window that faced Namjoon’s house. Near midday, you’d go out for lunch and pick up another cup of coffee, which you’d stay and drink while continuing to work, or come back and drink while continuing to work. Namjoon preferred it when you came back home.

You ate dinner while working, then would finally call it quits and do one of three things: Binge Netflix,  play video games, or go for a swim in your backyard pool. The first time you emerged from the water, dripping wet, slicking your hair back, Namjoon knew he was in love. Now it was just a question of getting you to notice him.

He grew nervous in the few hours leading up to you seeing him for the first time. What if you woke up early that day? What if you chose to not sit in the bay window, staring out at the world as you drank your coffee? Namjoon could barely sleep from the anticipation. You, however, were dependable as usual. He couldn’t have timed it any more perfectly. The way your mouth fell open when he stopped in front of your house and stretched was exactly the reaction he was aiming for.

Now Namjoon needed to meet you. Talk to you. He knew the second you saw how much he cared for you, you’d fall in love with him too. He saw his chance two days later, when you decided to go for a swim rather than laze around. Despite the warm, humid evening, Namjoon went outside to shoot a few hoops, working up a good sweat as he repeatedly sprinted towards the basket, shot the ball, and caught it.

One time, he over-shot the ball, and it flew into your yard, landing in the pool. You yelped in surprise, quickly standing up as the orange sphere splashed down. “Sorry!” a voice called out. You wiped water out of your eyes and looked over to see your smokin’ hot neighbor peeking over the fence.

“It-It’s okay!” you spluttered, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel around yourself. “I’ll throw it back!”

“No need!” His head disappeared, and you gasped as he suddenly vaulted over the fence. Oh god. He was shirtless. And sweaty. You swallowed hard as he ran a hand through his hair, looking like the most perfect of wet dreams. Wait, were you dreaming?

“I’ll take that,” he said, an easy smile spreading over his lips as he took the ball from your grasp.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be going now,” he said, jutting a thumb behind him.

“Wait!” Oh lord almighty. You couldn’t speak earlier, but the second you could, that was the only thing you could say?

He stopped and turned back towards you, eyebrows raised. “W-What’s your name?” you stuttered.

He smirked. “Kim Namjoon. And you are?”

“L/n Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you… Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You lost your ability to form words once more. It was hard to think straight with his naked upper half glistening in the sunlight. Still, you couldn’t help sneaking little glances at his body and face, admiring just how handsome he was from up close.

Namjoon’s smirk grew. This is exactly the effect he hoped to have on you, and now he knew your name. He knew he’d be sleepless again tonight, murmuring your name over and over again, stretching out the syllables in different ways until he memorized it through and through… not to mention how good it sounded with the last name “Kim.”

“Thanks for letting me get my ball back,” Namjoon said.

“It’s no problem at all,” you replied, pressing the towel to your face to both warm and dry it.

Namjoon hesitated, wondering if he should continue. He didn’t want to ruin such a perfect moment, but at the same time, he wanted to prolong his time with you. “Listen,” he said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I was thinking of grilling some hamburgers… Would you like to join me?”

You hesitated, and his heart sank. You, however, didn’t pause for the reasons he was imagining… you were pausing because you didn’t know how you’d be able to keep your hands off such temptation. You moved here for the quiet, to write in peace, not to get caught up in some heated, drama-filled thing with your neighbor. After your last so-called relationship, you’d had enough of that for a lifetime and then some. Plus, he was your neighbor. If things turned south, you’d have to either see him all the time or move again. Then again, the what-if’s were killing you. 

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon said, backtracking. “I just thought I’d offer since I ruined your pool time.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” you replied, quickly thinking. How much damage could sharing a meal really do? “I mean, a burger sounds great.”

He smiled, relieved. “Great. I just need to shower and change. Meet me over at mine in a half hour?”

“Sounds good,” you said, glad you’d have time to freshen up.

Those thirty minutes flew by in a whirlwind of stress. What to wear? Should you put on make-up? Would it be too much if you wore a dress instead of jeans?

“Fucking hell,” you thought, finally settling on a pair of jean shorts, a rose pink top, and your favorite pair of white Converse. You left your hair loose, tumbling around your face in waves, and you kept your make-up light. You were barbequing after all. It’s not like it was a date. Or was it?

Before you could stress yourself out any more, you forced yourself out the door and across the few meters to his front door. You timidly rang the doorbell, but he didn’t answer. Did he forget he invited you? You raised a fist to knock when Namjoon threw open the door, out of breath and tugging the hem of a white shirt down over his toned torso.

If you thought he looked good shirtless or in workout clothes, you had another thing coming. The collared white shirt he wore had sleeves that cut off just below his elbows, and the jeans he sported were held up by a black, leather belt paired with matching boots. The entire ensemble showed off a pleasantly sophisticated side of him that caused your stomach to flutter.

“Sorry,” he said breathlessly, gesturing for you to come inside. Truth was, Namjoon had been stressing just as much as you, perhaps even more so. Everything had to be perfect. He needed you to fall for him, no matter the cost.

“It’s okay,” you said, giving him a smile as you brushed by him. It was then that he caught it. Your scent. Namjoon thought it smelled familiar, but couldn’t put his finger on it. It was less flowery and more fruity. Whatever it was, he needed more of it. With your back turned, he closed his eyes and deeply inhaled, allowing you to overwhelm all of his senses.

“Wow,” you said, causing him to open his eyes. “Your place is… nice.”

Namjoon supposed it was. He hired a decorator back when he moved in, and they had done a pretty good job.

“Do you have any roommates?” you asked, facing him.

He shook his head. “Nope. Just me.”

“A big huge house all to yourself?”

He tossed you a sly smile. “Yep, it’s just me. I don’t… Well, I prefer peace and quiet when I come home.”

You smiled. “Same. I’m a writer. I absolutely need a tranquil atmosphere to do my thing.”

Ah, so that’s what you did on your computer all day. “A writer? Really? That’s so interesting,” Namjoon said. As you talked, he led the way to his backyard. It looked similar to yours, except his was bigger and had a slab of cement with a basketball hoop.

He produced a bottle of wine and poured you a glass. “Sit,” he said, smiling.

You did as he requested, sitting down on a patio chair sitting in the shade of his deck. “Are you sure I can’t help?” you asked.

“No, no, please. It’s the least I can do after chucking a basketball at you.”

“Probably for the best. I can’t cook worth shit. I just order take-out all the time.”

Namjoon found himself slightly taken aback by your colorful language. “Sorry,” you said, covering your mouth. “I just–”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, cutting you off. “If it makes you feel better, I can’t cook worth shit either. Well, except for burgers, that is.”

“Oh, thank god,” you said, laughing. Namjoon’s heart soared. He loved the sound of your laugh. If he could record it, he’d listen to it forever.

You took a sip of wine which helped to loosen your tongue. “So tell me, Namjoon,” you said. Oh god. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. Forget your laugh, he’d take a recording of that instead.

“What do you do for work?”

“Me? Oh, I code software. Last year, I developed my own app. You ever heard of one called Koya?”

You gasped. “Oh my god, I use that app all the time!”

Namjoon chuckled. “Well, then. Thank you for contributing to my paycheck.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Enough about me. You said you’re a writer… What do you write about?”

The conversation and wine continued to flow as Namjoon heated up the grill and cooked the hamburgers. They were just the way you liked, with melted cheese dripping from the patty and freshly cut vegetables loaded on top of it. The trick was trying not to make a huge mess as you devoured the burger in front of your new-found crush. Eventually, you gave up and just dug in. If he couldn’t deal with the way you ate, he wasn’t the man for you anyway.

Namjoon’s thoughts were to the contrary, actually. He couldn’t get enough of you. The way you cared too much then not at all. The way you took risks by asking him question after question and laughed at his jokes. But especially the way your hand lingered on his arm as you giggled.

You talked until the sun went down before heading back inside. “Well this has been great,” you said. As much as you wanted this night to last, you knew you were tipsy, and you didn’t want to mess this up before it had even begun.

“Wait,” Namjoon said. “I made dessert.”

“You did not.”

“I did.”

You sighed. “Kim Namjoon, it’s official. You are the perfect man.”

He chuckled, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks. This was too good to be true. He had tried so hard for you, and now it was all paying off. He brought out a batch of homemade brownies covered with chocolate fudge frosting.

“I thought you said you couldn’t cook,” you said accusingly, leaning over the counter.

“This isn’t cooking,” Namjoon retorted with a grin. “It’s baking.”

You scoffed, but smiled nonetheless, taking a bite out of the brownie he’d cut for you. A bit of frosting got on your cheek, and he reached out to wipe it off before he could stop himself. The tenderness with which he touched you shocked you, but it also made you feel things you didn’t think you were prepared to feel. You looked up at him, into those dark eyes, and he looked down at you, still caressing your cheek. So slowly, you almost didn’t realize what was happening, Namjoon leaned down towards you, his gaze locked on your lips.

You suddenly stood upright. “Uh, hey, thanks for everything,” you said hurriedly. “But it’s getting kinda late, and I should probably be getting home.”

Wait, no. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. “I’ll walk you home,” Namjoon offered.

“No!” Wow, you said that way too quickly. “I mean, no thanks. It’s only next door, I’ll be fine. Thank you for the meal and a great evening… I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Erm, sure.”

You scrambled out the door, tossing him a smile before shutting it behind you. That was close. Too close. Another minute there and you might just have succumbed to your emotions. The problem was, everything was moving too fast. You only met him today, after all. You didn’t want to end up in his bed and become just another convenient fuck buddy like you did with… Ugh, you couldn’t even say his name. That jerk who broke your heart.

Still, as you entered your home and pressed your back to the inside of your door, you realized you felt bad. The look on his face when you up and left seemed… disappointed. Angry, even. He had just made you a full-out meal, after all. The least you could do was let him walk you home, even if it did result in a kiss or something more. You put a hand to your forehead, suddenly exasperated with yourself. Would you get another chance after blowing him off like that?

Just next door, Namjoon found himself slipping. What the fuck had he done wrong? Why didn’t you stay? Why did you practically bolt out the door, intent on getting the fuck out of there? It didn’t make sense. Namjoon paced around his kitchen, grabbing onto his hair and breathing hard. Had he messed up? Would he ever get to interact with you again? The unanswered questions were driving him crazy. Fed up, Namjoon suddenly lashed out and threw a fist at the wall, punching clean through the dry-wall. He barely felt the sting as his knuckles started to bleed.

It was then and there that Namjoon decided he’d do anything to get you back. Anything. He’d do whatever he needed to make it up to you, to make things right. After all, you were his. You were his and there was nothing you could do about it.

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*Plays organ* Dun, dun, DUUUUUUUNNNN!!! 😂 Part Two coming soon.

title: star player

summary: you’ve always admired mark lee from afar, scared he wouldn’t like you. but things change one night when haechan drags you to a home game where it’s clear mark lee (at least) doesn’t hate you.

pairing: mark x reader

genre: basketball au, mutual pinning, humor, fluff

word count: 2.7k~

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Haechan likes to tease you. Especially ever since he had found out about your huge crush on Mark Lee, his teammate.

After having injured his leg two weeks prior, Haechan has been resting and therefore unable to play basketball. So instead of just moping around at home, he drags you to a home game. Not that it took much convincing though. You would’ve gone anyways just to support your school (and Mark).

The game goes by fairly quickly and your school takes a win with the end shot from Shotaro. It had been a close match and for the third time in a row, your school takes home the trophy. Cheers from your side start to pound into your ears as everyone gets up to show their love and support. And thanks to Haechan— your best friend— you’ve almost lost hearing in one ear.

Your eyes naturally glue on Mark, watching as he converses with his teammates. He looks over towards your direction once then waves at Haechan.

You’ll admit, you do wish you had more knowledge on basketball. Maybe then, you’ll have something to talk about with Mark. Because in this universe, the only thing you have in common with him is that you both attend the same university and that you’re both friendly with Haechan. (Nothing that would carry a conversation with a guy like him for over a minute.)

Haechan being the best friend that he is, had always encouraged you to just ask Mark out. But you couldn’t. Not when he’s the most popular guy at school and you were just one out of the hundred fan girls he has. You’re not sure if Mark has ever noticed your crush on him; but if he did, he’s never pointed it out.

You were doing fine, content with just watching Mark from afar when Haechan decides to call out to his friend, now dragging you down the bleachers.

Mark meets you both halfway, jogging up to you and Haechan near the exit of the gymnasium. “You feel better Hyuck?” he directs at his teammate, elbowing his arm. Then he smiles directing it at you.

As Mark’s attention goes back to Haechan, you can’t help but take the opportunity to admire him up close. Sweat had been dripping down his skin but that had only made him look more attractive. And even though he’s tired, he still makes effort to smile and comfort his injured teammate.

Perhaps you had zoned out because it isn’t until Haechan elbows you, that you realized you hadn’t been paying attention to a single word they had said.

“You hungry?” Haechan asks, “We’re gonna go get pizza.”

You glance at Mark then back at your best friend.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Haechan answers for you.

“Great! We just have to get ready but we’ll be there in a bit.” Mark assures you both, now jogging back up to his teammates, leaving you and Haechan behind.

“You know you’re gonna have to talk to him to become friends right? You’re gonna get no where standing next to me like that.”

You smack his arm. “Shut up Hyuck, let’s just go.”

When you all arrive at parlor, things didn’t get any less awkward Haechan as left you by yourself to talk to his teammates. You knew this would happened but hoped to fit in someway, somehow. But instead, you just kept to yourself and listened in on his teammate’s conversations, suddenly forgetting how to be social.

“You okay?” Mark asks. The boy had only sat two seats away from your left and had to lean back to tap your shoulder to get your attention.

You turn to him with a forced smile. “Yeah.”

Mark just nods in acknowledgment then stands up and asks the guy beside you to switch seats.

Now sitting next to you, he asks you questions about your day and makes small talk with you. You’re unsure why he’s being so friendly but you didn’t mind. Not when it gave you an excuse to talk with him.

As time passes by, you’d begin to realize that he’s quite easy to talk to and pretty funny. What were you even nervous about? Even when the food came, the silence was comfortable.

Switching swiftly from topic to topic, he tells you about his family, the classes he took for his major and passion for basketball. “Is it to impress your fan girls?” you ask jokingly. You don’t expect an actual answer but surprisingly he plays along.

“Maybe… Why? Were you impressed?” He smirks, anticipating your response.

“No,” you snort, then taking a bite of your pizza.

He chuckles at your response, clearly enjoying how flustered he had made you. Were you tripping or was Mark Lee blatantly flirting with you?

The night soon comes to an end as the team makes their way out the parlor.

“Can I see your phone?” he asks as he makes it out the double doors.

You begin to reach for your pocket but your eyes were still curious as you look up at him. “Why?”

Mark stifles a laugh as he eyes the phone in your hand. “I wanna keep in touch, but if you have a boyfriend or something I understand.”

“Oh I don’t have one, but okay.”

You let him enter in his number, then taking back your phone with a smile on your face.

From afar, you could hear Haechan’s loud whisper to a teammate teasing you for your nervousness and stammering. You glare at them only to be met with a thumbs up from Haechan. You roll your eyes.

Mark seems to notice too and chuckles. “Text me okay?”

“I will,” you assure him.

You swore you were dreaming. Where is Chenle to pinch you when you needed him?

You gave it a good two days before texting Mark, not wanting to seem to desperate. After all, if he had wanted to talk to you, he could’ve just asked Haechan for your number.

And since you didn’t want to embarrass yourself, you resorted to ask for help from Haechan: your personal hype-man. He’s good at talking to people and therefore guides you through the night as Mark continues to blatantly flirt with you.

As you sleep that night you were convinced you were delusional. Could star player Mark Lee actually like you?

It’s now been two weeks since you and Mark began constantly texting each other.

How he manages to pull himself together to ask you on a dinner date was beyond him. And how you agreed only made him more nervous.

“Okay if you really want to impress her, you need to be less awkward all right? Your corny jokes are cute and all but it ain’t gonna help you. Y/n is into men with deep voices,” Haechan insists, currently on the phone with Mark.

Mark is tempted to chuckle. “Oh yeah? And who told you that?”

“Trust me. I’m her best friend. I know what she likes. And if there’s anything she likes, it’s those men in K-dramas with deep voices.”

Mark takes a mental note of Haechan’s advice then goes back to digging in his closet for an outfit. “Well okay... but I kinda have a deep voice though right?”

“Deep voice my ass.”

“Rude,” Mark mumbles, slightly defeated. He could pratically hear his friend breathing through the other line.

“Just trust me on that okay dude? Also I know how much you love your guitar and singing but don’t bring it up alright? It’s lame,” Haechan continues, further explaining how you get bored easily and liked to be entertained by good humor and interesting stories.

“Well I deem it romantic,” Mark scoffs, offended as he slouches back in his chair. “Girls love music. And all this coming from a guy who can’t keep a girl for over two weeks. Should I even be taking advice from you man?”

“For the last time dude, I choose to be single. Now do you want my help or not? I’ve known her for years and got all the insider information. If you really want to impress her, you’ll listen to exactly what I say.”

“Yeah sure, whatever,” Mark sighs.

“You got this dude, just don’t worry about it too much. She’s liked you ever since I brought her to your first game anyways. The date will go well.”

“Wait what?” Mark’s eyes widen as he stops flipping through his shirts. “You serious bro? She like likes me?”

“Well fuck,” Haechan curses under his breath. “Don’t tell her I said that... Anyways, I gotta go, just remember what I told you, she likes all black attire and slicked back hair. Deep voice... and lose those beat up Converse.”

“What’s wrong with my Converse?” Mark whines, a bit saddened by the sudden roast.

“Just lose them dude. Anyways, have fun!” And just like that Haechan hangs up.

Despite what everyone thinks, Mark has never had a girlfriend. He has always been the type to observe from afar but with some help from Haechan, he had managed to ask you on a date. The first girl he’s ever asked out.

“To tell the truth, this is my first date,” Mark admits shyly while getting seated at a fancy restaurant.

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

“Does it come to that much of a shocker?” Mark chuckles nervously.

“I mean yeah? No offense but you’re like the best player on the team. I always thought you were kind of a player with how girls are always all over you. Like to be honest, I was suprised you were still single.”

“Well I’m not a player but I could say the same,” Mark smiles shyly. “I guess I’m just a bit awkward when it comes to this stuff. I can’t even reject someone properly without feeling bad you know?”

You smile at that for some reason. It makes you happy.

“Also, I just don’t get out much like Haechan does,” he shrugs.

You laugh at that, then noticing his styled hair. “You look really good tonight by the way. I like your hair.”

He looks even more handsome under the dim lights, but you choose to keep it to yourself. You could say more but you didn’t want to sound too observant or creepy.

Mark chuckles, mentally thanking Haechan for the unsolicited advice. “Thank you. You look pretty too. You like my black get up?” he then uses his ‘manly voice’ which makes you laugh.

“Yeah, looks nice,” you reply before even getting a closer look at his outfit. Leaning to the side, you could finally see his black tee and black ripped jeans. It’s a basic fit but damn did those jeans fit him nicely.

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“So I have another game friday. I was hoping you could come?” Mark mutters, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket as the both of you reach the front of your apartment door.

Your mouth parts as you were about to answer but then your phone rang in your purse. “I’m sorry,” you glance apologetically. “Let me just answer this first.”

Without thinking much, you slide the green button and held your phone up to your ear without checking who the contact name was. “Hello?”

“How did the date with lover boy go? Was he wearing those old Converse-“ and while Haechan continues to bombard you with questions, you glance back at Mark who just laughs, having seem to have heard everything.

“May I see the phone?” Mark mumbles, trying to hide the shade of pink that paints his cheek from your mutual friend who was never discreet.

Nodding, you hand your phone to him, watching cautiously.

“Hey dude?” Mark speaks, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He’s still smiling though as he makes eye contact with you and you swore if it wasn’t for the bit of red wine you had during dinner, you would’ve not been able to look him in the eyes for this long without feeling little under the intense gaze.

“We’re still on the date and y/n is doing fine. Talk to you later though yeah?” And before Haechan could get another word in, he hangs up, handing the phone back to you. “Gotta love him though,” he laughs. “Oh and by the way, is it true?”

“What’s true?”

“Haechan told me you had a kink for deep voices and black clothing?” Mark jokes, a teasing smirk irking at the corner of his lips.

You make a mental note to scold Haechan later, but for now you try to explain to Mark the inside jokes you and Haechan had.

“It is not a kink and no. I told him a guy looked hot in all black once. I can’t believe he told you that,” you sulk embarrassed, choosing not to touch upon the other part of Mark’s accusation.

Mark just chuckles finding it cute how your lips pout when you sulk, giving your shoulder a pat as he settles for a chaste peck on the forehead before bidding you a good night. “Sleep well okay? Text me before you sleep?” And so you nod, trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

His warm and comforting smile replays itself in your head, keeping you up that night as you couldn’t shake the giddy feeling inside your chest.

The night before his next game, he drives over to your apartment. You were about to sleep when you hear the door bell ring. To your suprise it was him and so you quickly patted down your bedhead before opening the front door.

“What are you doing here?” you question upon seeing him in his casual clothes, one hand hidden behind his back.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Mark pouts, pretending to clutch his heart against his chest.

“No, it’s just it’s late. You have a morning class tomorrow and a game too, you should rest.”

Mark smiles, touched how you were worried for him. “Okay, I will. I just wanted to give you my jersey. I would love it if you’ll wear it to the game tomorrow?” Bringing his hand to the front, he hands you his spare jersey.

Your eyes widen at that as you try to hold back a smile. “I’d love too,” you say, now holding onto his jersey.

Now normally Haechan would have dragged you along, but given how he had to go home that day for his orthopedic appointment, he couldn’t make it to the game. And so, you go to support the school (and Mark Lee) alone.

You sit at your designated spot on the bleachers and admired Mark from afar freely. You didn’t have to be so discreet about your staring anymore, so there was no more shame to your affection. Especially now that it was no longer one sided.

With one last shot, your school miraculously takes the win. It’s no luck either as your school has the most talented players. In specific, Mark Lee.

After waiting for the cheers to die down, you run up to Mark, engulfing him in a hug which takes him aback. You don’t mind that he’s sweaty because in all honesty, you liked it. He wasn’t the type to have stinky sweat or to have it washed all over his body. And somehow, that only turns you on.

“I like how you look in my jersey,” he confesses with a shy smile. Reaching for your hands, he swings them, taking in how flustered you were. “Say what? How about we ditch the team and go celebrate at the new Korean BQQ place? Your favorite right?”

“Are you sure? I can just tag along with them like last time. I wouldn’t want you to ditch your team for me.”

“I’ll see them tomorrow,” he assures you. “I’m tired of seeing their faces, plus I just wanna spend time with my favorite girl.”

“Favorite?” Blush creeps up to your cheeks.

“Sorry. Was that too straightforward?” Mark instantly starts to regret his choice of words. “I just meant that I wanted to spend more time with you. So what do you say? Dinner with me?” Mark’s eyes are now filled with hope as he awaits your response. He knows you won’t say no, but still he’s nervous. Especially after calling you his ‘favorite girl.’

“Do you mean it? That I’m your favorite girl? Meaning I managed to beat out the hundreds of fangirls you have?” you tease, unable to contain the butterflies growing in your stomach.

“Um… Yeah?” Mark runs his hand along his nape. “I mean, I just thought we were dating with how much time we spend together. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed.”

“I’m just joking Mark. Of course I’ll go to dinner with you. But is this another date then?” you ask with a huge smile plastered on your face.

“I mean… Do you want it to be?” Mark’s voice falters. His voice is barely above a whisper and just the indication that you had made him nervous makes you smile.

“Yes.”

“Then yes,” he breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s a date.”

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