Mark lets out a shaky breath as he slings a leg over your motorcycle and sits down, pressing his helmet against his head and wondering what came over his usually sensible self to do something he considered reckless, coincidentally something he'd never admit but was a little afraid of.
You reach out for his fingers and give them a small squeeze through your gloved hand, wrapping his arms firmly against your waist for reassurance.
“You’re in safe hands Markie.”
Mark’s cheeks turn a brilliant shade of crimson, his torso involuntarily pressed against your back, close enough to recognize the perfume you use, the nickname far from helping with the situation.
His mind prioritizes you over sending a prayer to the ones above when you begin to throttle, hating how much of an influence you had over him, especially when he could not even attempt to work on his feelings with you, not when it was of you of all people.
“Hold on tight Lee!”
What a Mess
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Mais uma capa de NCT Dream e aqui encerro as capas com os photoshoots de Hot Sauce (yay!). Esta capa tem o título da música What a Mess do Austin Blue, porém imaginei uma comédia ao invés de algo meio triste como a música.
🧾 Créditos: 1, 2, 3, 4
A short moment inspired by Before I Met You.
[8:37 PM] My mind is jumbled upon seeing her. She's in that pretty green dress that sparkles when the spotlight shifts from overhead. Even after the beam of light moves to another part of the room, she's still sparkling. Her dress hugs her body, highlighting the perfect spot where I could slip my arm around the small of her back and guide her across the floor… look into her eyes and tell her everything will be all right… that it's just us here.
She has her hands clasped together in front of her and her head is thoughtfully tilted as she watches the rest of the couples dance. Her shoulders fall with a heavy sigh and she begins chewing on her bottom lip.
I want to run up to her, grab her hand, and whisk her away. I want to forget about Yuna. I want to pretend that I'm here with Y/N… that I had actually worked up the nerve to ask her to the dance that day in the parking lot.
Instead I sat there in my car and watched her… just watched her like always.
Her forehead suddenly creases and as if she knows I’m watching her, she turns and looks right at me. Her eyes narrow—it’s the expression she has whenever she's confused about something.
I quickly look away and pretend to scan the crowd, but in my periphery, she's begun walking towards me.
Stopping several feet away, she asks, "Are you looking for someone?"
"What?" I respond. "No? Why?"
She blinks at me few times. I can tell she doesn't believe me.
"Just looked like you were looking for someone…"
"You're not going to dance?" I ask, ignoring her comment.
Her gaze drops and she shakes her head. "No," she says simply.
"Um, I—" she chuckles to herself, presses her lips together to search for convincing words "—I don't… have anyone… I have two left feet."
That's the excuse she's settled on. It's not a convincing one, but who am I to say anything in this instance? I just lied ten seconds ago.
I scoff. "No, you don't."
She shrugs and briefly looks towards the crowd before turning back to me. She still refuses to look me in the eye when she says, "I'm going to go back to my table."
"Wait!" I call after her.
When she finally looks up at me, I'm almost afraid that I might lose it. Her eyes are soft… hopeful… I could melt in those eyes. Yet, somehow, they're the same eyes that terrify me. What does she see in me?
She thinks you're a coward, Lucas. Too afraid to ask her to a dance and now too afraid to ask her for a dance.
"Will you dance with me?" I finally ask.
Her eyes widen in surprise. She glances towards the dance floor and bites the inside of her lip.
That damn lip.
"What about your date?" she asks.
I look over into the crowd and Yang Yang is entertaining Yuna and Seulgi, dancing with both of them. I lightly smile at Y/N and shrug. "Don't worry about her. I'm going to help you straighten out your two left feet."
Grabbing her hand, I look into her eyes and give her a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's go."
I lead her over to the opposite side of the room and gently bring her hand up around my neck. She wraps her other hand around my neck and buries her head into my chest. She fits so perfectly in my arms.
Three minutes… please let these three minutes last forever.
Synopsis: The idol industry is not what it seems. In the midst of stalkers, blackmails and the occasional dark scenarios, there are also trained operatives among them happen. But what if a certain syndicate gets involved and threatens not only their careers but also their lives? Can the elite PSYNS agents save their clients, and more importantly- the people they love?
Genre: secret agent au, social media au, action, romcom
Warnings: cussing, violence, guns, sharp objects
Notes: includes other idols from various groups
first chapter release: 5/19/21
profiles 1: PSYNS 3RD DIVISION AGENTS
profiles 2: NCT DREAM
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