𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

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You blinked your eyes open, the moving vehicle and together with Mark's voice waking you up.

You were sleeping at the back of the van beside your boyfriend, empty ideas striking your thoughts to pass time.

You peered at the window and it was pitch black. The post lights serving as the only light.

"Why do you guys spell my name with o." Mark's giggles made your lips extend.

He noticed movement from the corner of his eye, shifting his head to check on you. Mark suppressed a smile when you were already staring.

"Instagram?" You mouthed. He raised his brows, reaching for your hand and hiding your intimacy under his ebon coat.

He chatted with his fans as your eyes screw shut at the feeling of Mark's cozy grip. His calloused fingers rubbing the back of your hand.

The manager twisted his head to check on the idol, eyes scrutinizing on the lump in Mark's pocket.

A quick chortle came from him, giving you a languid thumbs up. You rolled your eyes and snuggled your frame closer to the window, as far as possible from Mark's camera.

Mark looked at his manager, keeping his voice low. "Are we stopping by?"

They exchanged nods before Mark got back to chatting with Nctzens. The car stopped in front of Han River, excitement tingling in Mark's eyes.

He unclasped your fingers, making you frown. You stare as he laid his phone in its stand at the corner of his seat, snatching his face mask on the go.

He went out and the scream of approval made you laugh. "IT'S SO COLD!" He was all giddy and you have nothing to do than to watch him.

"I'm going to the store. Anything you want me to buy?" Mark's manager took his wallet, opening the driver's door.

You gave him a short smile, shaking your head before he maundered across the road.

Your attention went to Mark who was having the time of his life. He really cherishes the time he spends on live together with the fans. His smile alone says enough.

You went out of the car, the frigid midnight air blowing through your bones.

"Ah!" You shivered, yanking your padded coat closer to your chest. Your hair was all over the place as you followed Mark from behind.

You feast on the sight of your boyfriend. From his back figure to his hair settled on his forehead, shoulders slacked after the tight schedule he had.

Mark looked over his shoulder and saw you all alone, a sudden surge of restlessness attacking him.

He quipped his lips into a thin line, bitterly averting his eyes back to the camera.

You choked a laugh at his weirdness, seeing his dented cheeks made you want to pinch.

You heard the car door shutting, your body turning about to the sight of Mark's manager sparking the engine.

"Mark, let's head back." You whispered, tugging the end of his coat. He nodded till he got in the car with you.

He officially said farewell after playing with a couple of IG filters. Of course. It was Mark after all.

"Baby." You heard Mark's calm timbre, the touch on your arm making you gape at him with raised brows.

He laughed, guiding you to his arms until you were both seated at the same seat in the van. He let your head perch aloft his lap.

Taking a glimpse of the idol's face, you snort.

"What's with the affection?"

"I wanted to embrace you earlier, since it was freezing cold. Were you okay?"

Your heart didn't fail to skip a beat when Mark started stroking your hair. Massaging your head as gentle like his humming.

"Whenever I'm with you, I feel safe." You slurred, almost drifting to sleep.

Mark tried to keep up with the song on the radio, distracted to even hear your quiet response.

"Yo, dude! Look at the city lights right now! They're so pretty." The glint in Mark's eyes sprouted wider from behind the window.

"(Y/n)?" He looked down at his lap and saw you sleeping soundly. A low chuckle puffed out of his lips as he continued to caress your hair.

"You must've been tired for being by my side all day." Mark piled your hair in one side, picking a couple of strands.

"One day I'll introduce you to my fans, you want that angel?" He tried to braid your hair with a smile glued on his face. He was fazed by your face, a sight for sore eyes.

He gave up on braiding your hair since it failed every time he tried.

Mark inclined his head on his seat, holding your bare hands. A sleepy smile breaking on his lips at how your fingers fitted perfectly together.

"(Y/n)," His eyes hulked, lips slightly parting to mumble something before his mind wander lightly to sleep.

"I appreciate you so much."