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This was not what Johnny had expected to see when he agreed to visit the 10th floor dorm. But he can't say he's complaining.
“Is that a new skirt?”
Standing on his tippy-toes, Mark barely gave Johnny a second glance, going back to his task at hand. He stuck his tongue out as he continued to climb on the counter for the cereal at the top cupboard. “Yeah. isn’t it pretty? Ten-hyung got it for me last week, and I figured I would never get the chance to use it if not now,” he said in response.
Johnny slowly nodded his head, eyes trained on Mark’s slender figure. It wasn't exactly a new thing. They’ve all seen it several times over the years ever since they all started dating each other. Sure, it was quite strange when it first happened, but it was endearing and they liked it, so they didn’t complain. But it still came as a surprise despite encountering it several times.
In Johnny’s humble opinion, Mark looked stunning in anything he wore, but Mark Lee in a skirt was a different level of breathtaking. No matter how many times Johnny has seen Mark in one of his many skirts or dresses, the sight always makes Johnny mesmerized.
And as much as Johnny would like to admire the view in front of him; Mark kneeling on top of the counter reaching for his cereal, skirt riding up the swell of his slightly stuck out ass (if Johnny was a little shorter then he would probably get a sneak peek of Mark’s panties), he was far too scared over the thought of Mark falling, there has been one too many accidents than Johnny would’ve liked.
“YES! Got it!”
Mark’s cheer quickly snapped Johnny out of his slight trance, just in time too. Because just as he feared, soon after getting his desired cereal, Mark was quickly falling out of balance. Bracing for his fall, Mark hugged his cereal close and shut his eyes tight, only to feel himself land in someone’s arms. “I thought we’ve told you to be more careful. There was a reason we got you the stool,” Johnny scolded lightly.
Mark beamed up at Johnny’s voice, grinning brightly at his hyung. “I couldn’t find it, don’t like it either. Anyways, I knew you’d catch me hyungie! Thanks!”
“I know you don’t like it baby, but we don’t want you, or anyone else, getting hurt. Remember last time? We don’t want a repeat of that, or something worse to happen, now do we?”
“No, hyung,” Mark frowned at the memory of the last time he climbed up the cupboards in their downs. He had fallen and, luckily, had only gotten away with a sprained ankle and plenty of bed rest. “I’m sorry hyung. Didn’t mean to fall. I promise to use the stool next time.”
Johnny sighed as he watched Mark aimed his pout and puppy eyes at him, knowing full well no one could say no to them, Jonny included. “I know you don’t, but we can’t be too careful. Okay, no more pouting. C’mon,” Jonny carefully placed Mark back on his feet, holding his waist as Mark regained his balance on his sock-clad feet. “What were you doing anyway? I thought we moved all the cereals down already.”
“We did. But Jaehyun-hyung and Jungwoo-hyung, like, forgot and placed the new ones back there. And I was in a rush and I got too lazy to look for the stool,” Mark replied sheepishly. Johnny sighed fondly, taking note to talk with Jaehyun and Jungwoo later on. He pried the cereal box off of Mark’s arms and stepped back a little to get a full view. Johnny took his time to look at Mark properly, now that he didn’t have to worry about Mark falling.
It was no secret that Mark has a great figure, with an even better bubble butt. It was one thing to see him in tight pants on stage, looking hot and sweaty from dancing and rapping, but it was another to see him prancing happily around the dorms without a care in the world, in his pretty skirts and thigh highs and whatever outfit he decided to wear. The one he’s currently wearing just happened to be a short plaid skirt, the type that moves with every movement, paired with an oversized black sweater tucked into the skirt, dark stockings, and a garter belt around one of his thighs.
Fuck. Johnny wanted nothing more than to flip his skirt up and make a mess out of him, but he knew Mark had plans, if his make-up says anything, and would not appreciate Johnny ruining it. Mark had only put on a light layer, nothing too fancy or extravagant, but the light eyeshadow, contour, and blush, along with the shiny pink lip gloss, was enough indication that he has plans. Mark flushed under Johnny’s gaze, ears turning a bright red. If only the make-up wasn’t covering up his blush, he would’ve looked so pretty blushing. Not that he wasn’t always pretty.
Mark started to fidget in place, hands playing with the hem of his skirt. He shyly gazed up at Johnny, bright doe-eyes blinking innocently as slowly touched his face. “Hyung? What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
Pretty, Johnny thought. His hand instinctively grabbed Mark’s, stopping him from possibly smudging his pretty make-up. “Nothing’s wrong, princess,” Johnny says, dropping his hand to tuck Mark’s hair back instead. He smiled as he watched Mark shy away at the nickname. “Wanna tell me why you’re so dressed up so early in the morning? And maybe why you were in such a rush?”
Mark brightened at the mention of his outfit, eyes shining brightly at Johnny as he started to speak, “Oh! Isn't it pretty hyung? Ten-hyung got me this skirt for my birthday, and I wanted to wear it, but we were busy with preparing for NCT 2020, and then I wanted to wear it for Christmas or New Year’s, but then we had those year-end performances. And I couldn’t find the time to use it.”
Oh, how Johnny wanted to kiss the pout away, but then Mark was back to beaming, talking Johnny’s ear off excitedly. Not that he minded, really, if he could, he would listen to Mark talk all day and all night, and maybe make out with him somewhere in between. Johnny smiled softly as he watched Mark excitedly ramble his thoughts away without a care. He looks pretty like this, Johnny thinks.
"-and then manager-hyung was, like, no schedules for the next upcoming weeks and everyone had the next few weeks off. So I thought it was, like, the perfect time to use the skirt Tennie-hyung got me, right? So I woke up early so that I could get ready properly without rushing and I was thinking of maybe spending the day at the WayV dorm and, you know, bond and stuff. Do you think they will like it? I think Tennie-hyung would appreciate my outfit. And Kun-hyung too. Oh, and Yangie too. He always tells me I look pretty. I think he would look so pretty in a skirt, don't you hyung? Also, I think- hmph.”
Johnny pulled Mark in and slotted his lips against Mark’s own, quickly and effectively cutting him off his rant. Pride swelled in Johnny’s chest as he felt Mark relax in his hold immediately, hands circling his neck to pull him closer. By the time Johnny pulled away, Mark was red and pliant in Johnny's arms. “Are you staying the night there too?”
"Yeah, I think so. Is that alright?"
Johnny hummed, thumbing at Mark's petite waist, "Go get your things. We'll eat breakfast quickly and then hyungie will take you there." Mark's smile brightened at that as he stood on his tippy toes to give Johnny a peck before turning around to get his things.
Yeah, Johnny thinks, watching Mark's skirt flutter with every carefree skip he takes, Mark looks pretty like this.