diana ❁ mark lee

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characters: Lee Diana (20)
Mark Lee (22)
nct members
& more.

Genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff,
fiction, strangers to lovers, idol au

Total Chapters: 30

T.W: curse words, mentions of ed, & such

since this is an idol au, there will be parts where i
talk about unhealthy eating habits and real life
idol situations which includes hidden cameras
& such. if you find it too much to handle,
please do not continue reading.

this is a work of fiction, everything written
should not be done in real life. please
take care of yourself. if you are not well
please tell someone about it. you are
important.
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~Teaser~

I gasp when I felt something extremely cold and wet on my chest.

"Oh my god," I whisper, looking down at my stained t-shirt.

"Oh, shit!"

I look up at the culprit. Mark Lee.

I'm angry. I'm very angry.

But I hide my anger with a confused expression.

"I'm so sorry," he says in korean.

He had his make up and hair done. He was wearing a yellow blazer with a white t-shirt underneath, paired with plain black jeans and a few necklaces and rings.

Why the fuck is he eating ice cream?

I sigh. Despite him being the one who ruined my stage outfit, he was exceptionally clean.

"I swear I didn't see you-"

I tuck my stray hair behind my ear, frustrated, "it's fine," I cut him off. I watch as his eyes widen in surprise when I responded in english.

It was an awkward silence between us as I thought of an excuse to tell my stylist.

"I'm literally so sorry, dude-" he apologizes again, "I'll, like, explain to your stylist or something."

I snap my eyes to his, "will you really?"

"What?"

I look up at him with hopeful eyes, "Will you actually explain to my stylist?"

He gapes at me, "wait, you're being serious? Like, you want me to explain to your stylist."

I frown, "you're the one who suggested it!"

He continues to stares at me before letting out a sigh, "you know- yeah. fine. let's go, I'll explain to her."
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