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For You? pt.1

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The pairing is Mark x Y/n x Haechan but literally all of 127 is mentioned, I was feeling a little bit obnoxious… No Sungchan mailman feature tho, if you guys are good maybe he’ll make an appearance next time ;)

Synopsis: childhood bffs turned superstars, within their years of success the bond of friendship has never been broken, outings to let loose are vital in order to withstand the pressures of being a celebrity. What will happen when you unintentionally push your body’s limits on a night out?

Word Count: 11.5K

The story has got it all; love triangle, eventual smut like… yeah , fluff, angst, heavy dialogue can be expected, also its multi-pov! I feel the need to mention that this story does not pass the Bechdel test..Oops! Mark’s residing in simp city and Haechan is, well, himself… but maybe you like that mix? Read below the cut to find out!

Authors Note: My first ever series haha… Had a lot of fun writing this ngl, like fully cracking up at some parts… yeahhhh I kinda love build up so there’s definitely a bit of background before you get to the dirty stuff, what can i say? I like to paint a pretty picture. But seriously , let me know what you thought :)

Here’s a small excerpt to coax you into reading it lmao <3 :

He retracts his head from the side of your body to take a look at your pretty face. The pleasure he gets from watching you snap out of his trance in real time scratches his ego in just the right spot, he tilts his head slightly as a cheeky grin envelopes his features, “You were so bold in the car, why are you acting so shy all of a sudden?”

You know, you wish you could say something, anything, to convince him his actions were not having an effect on you, but the alcohol has definitely dulled your wits. You go for the option that first comes to mind, playing it off… Yeah, that’ll do it..

Whatever is left of his spell wears off because you’re finally able to look him in the eyes again, “Oh please, I’m an entertainer! I had an audience to please”, you scoff, waving him off.

Yeah that should buy me enough time to build my defenses back up, you think.

You clearly miss the glint in his eyes before he leans into you once more,

“I’m your audience now, so how about you please me?”

*bzzt*

Markly [10:45]: yoo u got five minutes, we’re on our way now.

The boy’s always had a handful to deal with whenever promotion season came up, to be completely honest you tried your best to avoid them this time around, the prospect of possibly adding more stress onto them doesn’t sit right with you, instead you preferred to cheer them on from the sidelines, sending coffee trucks or meals whenever an important date came up. It was your personal way of being there, offering that little dose of encouragement that everyone requires.

Luckily for you, promos don’t last forever, in this case they had ended about a week ago, no more appearances or hours of grueling practice, your friends would finally be back in your grasp.

You’re happy for them, that no one could deny, but it still hurts keeping a distance from the people you cherish the most. God, good thing this ends tonight, you’d been needing to blow off some steam.

Your ears prick up at the sound of tires rubbing over the gravel, you quickly finish up any last moment touch ups and Mark's text serves as your final queue to make your way outside.

Markly [10:50]: outside :)

Man, you would've never thought that seeing a pair of silver vans outside your house would bring you so much joy. You briskly make your way to one of the tinted vehicles, the door automatically opens and you are greeted with roars of cheers, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed their favorite sports team just scored a goal, you don't mind it at all, in fact, you think they could be louder. You echo their enthusiasm, taking in each of their smiling faces before shimmying into your seat, you appreciate that they always left the seat closest to the door empty for you, makes things a whole lot easier, you know?

Their chauffeur (manager lmao) makes sure that everyone’s buckled up before pulling out of your place.

Questions immediately begin to bounce off the walls of the small van, “hey how’ve you been!? I feel like I haven't seen you in a minute..” Mark ponders, a warm smile gracing his features.

Haechan quickly chimes in without missing a beat, “She always disappears during promotions, have you guys just noticed?”

The members look back at him all at once, their faces show that they’re calculating the math, then they turn to look at you. The sudden attention kind of catches you off guard, damn, busted..

Before anyone has a chance to question, you rely on your wits to help you change the subject , “Awww Haechan… I didn't know you kept tabs on me, do you really like me that much?”, a smug grin is plastered across your face. Yeah, this should do it..

You’ve never seen Haechan’s eyes widen like that, his lips pucker into a small “o” as his gaze remained fixed on you. The members waste no time to point out his expression, you let out a cackle as you soak in his flustered face.

He attempts to summon his composure, when that fails he rolls his eyes instead, scoffing at your seemingly ridiculous statement, “Pffft, in your dreams.”

You mentally applaud yourself for not being on the receiving end of Haechan’s playful taunts for once, you can't deny that your ego is soaring right now. So this is why he behaves the way he does..

You lower your eyes, glaring at him as the left side of your lips curl into a smile, “Yeah, ok, sure.. I’ll pretend to believe you..” He lets out a breathy, almost silent chuckle as his tongue pokes against his cheek, it seems as if he can’t bear to hold eye contact with you any longer because he turns to face the window.

Haechan, giving up? Huh…

This sudden dominance, or whatever it is you have over him is quite amusing to say the least…

You take his silent surrender as a queue to move on.

Laughter and jokes continue to resonate in the van as you all fill each other in on any random moments that have accumulated in the past couple of months, nothing is off limits. It's nice to hear their voices again, you always appreciated that no matter how long you spent time apart from them, you were able to pick things up like it was nothing, it’s one of the luxuries of having long standing childhood friends that you often relished in.

A couple of minutes of catching up go by, you begin to notice the familiar billboards so you take it upon yourself to ask if everyone’s ready for tonight, and their faces light up in response, Johnny is the first to speak, “Hell yeah man, it's been so long.”

He was right, they've been busy for a consecutive couple of months now, they deserve to let loose.

Your eyes scan the streets to gauge the liveliness of the night, before you know it you’ve finally made it to your destination, an exclusive club in Hongdae. Security and confidentiality was what made the place so appealing to celebrities. Here, they were able to fully experience their 20’s without having to worry about public scrutiny.

The car comes to a stop and a symphony of clicks are heard as the members move to open the doors. Their faces are quickly met with the brisk air slamming into their cheeks. As everyone makes their way out of the car you take your time to admire the way the tips of everyone’s noses have slightly pinkened thanks to the cold. You’re snapped out of it as you hear your name being called, you whip your head to the other van and see the rest of the members. You’re greeted by Taeil first, “Hey y/n! It’s been a while, huh? Glad you’re back.”, you immediately smile and reach out for a big hug, partially because you missed him and partially to get rid of the cold that was beginning to envelop your body.

Taeyong decides to skip out on these types of outings since he’s not much of a drinker, and Doyoung would much rather spend his time surrounded by peace and quiet, so naturally Johnny steps in as today’s leader. He gathers everyone just outside the doors of the van, making sure to get a headcount before you make your way into the club. You take your time to greet the members that had been in the other van, making sure to congratulate them on their steady success with the recent album and their stages.

Once Johnny makes sure everyone is accounted for, you all head towards the entrance. Today the club was bustling, you could tell by the amount of people drifting on the sidewalk, some crouching down puking, others having a smoke break, believe it or not, they all seem to be enjoying themselves.

As you approach the main entrance, the two bouncers share a look and immediately unhook the velvet ropes. Jungwoo laughs as one of the bulky men breaks his stoic expression, “Y/N?? I haven’t seen you all in a while!! Have a round on me, I'll let the bartender know, Have fun tonight, ok?” He says with a wink. The boys cheer as you lean closer to him to give your thanks “Heeey, thanks Manny I’ll have to make it up to you some other time!”. How cool of him...

You obviously weren’t going to take him up on his offer, I mean if it was one drink sure, but a round of shots for 8 people? That's pushing it honestly.. Instead, you make sure to let the bartender know to put whatever he got tonight on your tab, yeah that's fair, he’s always been so nice to you and the boys anyways, so why not?

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As you make it past the main entrance you can immediately feel the bass reverberating off the walls. Once you all reach the end of the dimly lit hallway, you can feel the anticipation beginning to rise, Johnny turns around to take a look at all of you “Lady and Gentlemen, let the fun begin…” He says as he pushes open the thick steel door.

Colorful lights splash against every surface, no matter where you look, something seems to be going on. Your vantage point offers a view of the entire club. You’re greeted by a pool of bodies floating around the dance floor, you place your hands on the balcony rails as you soak in your surroundings. You feel a hand being set down on your own, your eyes scan the limb upwards to find that it’s Yuta, he doesn’t say anything but just raises his eyebrows and gives his signature smile, you mimic his expressions and begin to follow him as he leads you to the section, the rest of the boys followed suit.

They’re greeted with every step they take, “Congratulations!” and “Long time no see’s” are being spewed at them left and right. You slowly begin to loosen your grasp on Yuta’s hand as you notice the way people have immediately flocked to them. He gives you a light squeeze, nodding a small “no” to indicate refusal of your actions. You return the squeeze, leaning into his ear to try to overcome the thumping music, “It’s okay! I’ll go set up the drinks, meet us at the table when you’re done!!” He concedes, letting go of your hand watching you make your way through the crowd to your guys’ section. When he notices that Mark trails you he allows himself to take his eyes off of you.

You successfully make your way into the section, pleased to see that your request had been fulfilled, 8 shots were placed in a semi circle on the glass table, ready to be gulped down. You took the time to call beforehand to make sure the bar had all the members favorite liquor in stock, and they even took the time to prep them like this, huh, you can see why you guys keep coming back. There was no need for labels on the shot glasses, each member had their specific tastes so it was easy to differentiate them. Don Julio, Fireball, Jose Cuervo, Jack, Jameson, etc… Some were questionable to say the least, but hey, it’s what they like…

As you’re looking down at the table, you hear a sudden “BOO!” accompanied by fingers nudging into your shoulders. You know, after all these years you’d think Mark would’ve given up on his attempts to scare you but that doesn’t seem to be the case, he still tries his hardest even though he’s met with failure Every. Single. Time. But hey, that’s Mark’s charm.

Dang, you really missed his little antics.

You bring your hands to your heart, dramatically feigning your recovery from the so-called “scare”. Once he giggles at your reaction you offer him a snack, ones graciously provided by the club. He scans the small basket, it's like watching a kid raid their candy bag after a night out trick-or-treating. You notice the way his eyes glimmer as he identifies the watermelon sour patch kids, and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

He shoves a few in his mouth before he notices he didn’t offer you any so he extends his hand out, shaking the bag to signal you to get some. You place your palm out and he dumps a few into your hand. The small action momentarily fills you with nostalgia, they taste like the past, you mean that in the best way possible.

You two take the time to catch up while snacking on the candy, your brain absorbs every little detail that spills past his lips. Talking to someone is one thing, but talking to Mark has always been a breath of fresh air, you can't explain it, he gives every word such importance, you can't help but be captivated.

After minutes filled with laughter and him filling you in on his recent activities, you begin to feel a bit thirsty, so you ask if he’s down for a lil pregame shot while you two wait on the other members to make their ways to the section, he happily indulges you, moving towards the bar cart thats a few steps away, “Your favorite, right?”

He doesn’t waste time waiting for you to answer because he already knows what your response is gonna be. One of the things you had in common was your love for sweet liquor, because why would anyone willingly subject their throat to that burn..

A golden colored liquid makes its way into two empty shot glasses, its saccharine scent could be smelt from steps away. Once he fills the glasses, he hands one off to you, you decide on dedicating this first round to him, looking him in the eyes as you begin to speak, “To your hard work and efforts on the new album, just know that it never goes unnoticed, and please know that you can always count on me to be there for you whenever you need me to be, I'm proud of you dude.”

It's funny, he meets your eyes then dodges your gaze mid toast, it seems he found comfort in looking at the floor instead. You decide on not questioning it, his expression is one of content after all. You find it more amusing to tease him a bit (still living off the high from Haechan earlier..) “Oh my god don’t tell me you’re blushing right now”, you say in a sing-songy voice as your pointer finger nudges his shoulder. “Are you that touched?”, you gently bring your hands up on top of your heart to emphasize the sentiment…It only takes Mark a few seconds before he’s able to hold eye contact once again, shaking his head at you as his goofy smile makes its way onto his features. He decides to ignore your previous statements, raising his glass to simply state, “To us! I’m really glad you’re here, let's have fun tonight.” You nod, clicking your glasses before you two down the shot. You miss the way his gaze stays fixed on you, he can't hide a content smile as you close your eyes, sighing in content, relishing in the fact that you didn’t have to worry about any bitter aftertaste.

You’re both startled by a playful lilt coming from behind, “What are you two doiingg?”. A quick “Nothing!” leaves your lips in unison and when you both turn to face each other, you can't help but burst out into laughter. Johnny finds it amusing, the way you two act like a couple of teenagers who just got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.

He makes his way to your side, “If you guys are going to pregame, at least serve me one too!”He pouts, but only for a second before he bares his teeth at you. That’s your queue to present the chrome salver that held the pre-poured shots so nicely.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to pick up his drink, knowing instantly which one belonged to him. He quirks a brow at you as he eyes the shot glass, “Damn you really love us, huh?”

You tilt your head as you suck in a small breath “Nah, I wouldn’t say all that… Maybe just a little..”

The two boys chuckle at your response. Before Johnny has the chance to gulp down his drink he hears his name being called out in the sea of people. It's kind of amazing how he managed to locate the source of the call. He raises the glass up at you, quickly swallows it, and sets it down on the table before sparing you and Mark one last glance, “Don’t have too much fun without me, yeah?”, with a playful wink, he disappears within the crowd.

Eventually the rest of the members make it to the table, each downing their designated drinks, laughing, and socializing in and out of the section. After the 4th round of shots you begin to feel the effects of the alcohol setting in, nothing anyone wouldn’t be able to handle though, you make a mental note to hydrate before the next rounds just to stay on top of your toes.

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The boys seem to be having fun, each in their own little worlds, you can't suppress the smile that creeps onto your face as you take in their expressions. It's been so long since you’ve all had a night out together, you’re elated to see that everyone appears to be enjoying it. You take it upon yourself to mingle within the confines of the club, occasionally coming back to the section whenever anyone would order a round. It's becoming harder to keep tabs of how many shots you’ve taken, so after a certain point you decide to stop keeping track.

—

The alcohol has fully made its way into your bloodstream, the realization hits when you’re stumbling into the women’s bathroom struggling to lock the stall door. Damn when did these things get so difficult? Eventually you manage to shut it before continuing to handle your business. Luckily, unlocking the stall door is a much easier task.

You make your way to the sink because you’ll be damned if you become one of those girlies who don't wash their hands after using it, even though you’re tipsy your sense of hygiene is still intact.

The suds begin to envelop your hands, you sway a bit to the music before deciding an appropriate amount of time was spent lathering your hands. After you finish rinsing the last of the soap off, you take a quick glance in the mirror, taking the time to fix any stray hairs. You blow yourself a kiss before heading out.

You decide to settle on the dance floor, the music is directing your movements at this point. You look around the crowd to see if any of the members are near you, you make eye contact with a few that are, waving at them as you grin ear to ear. You have yet to spot the youngests of the group though, so you look in the next logical place, your beloved section.

That’s where you spot them, Jungwoo, Haechan, and Mark, each with a glass in their hand. You motion towards them in an attempt to get their attention, the crowd was looking a bit sparse, you figured more people wouldn’t hurt.

Jungwoo is the first to notice you and he lifts his glass in return. Unfortunately his simple acknowledgment wasn’t enough for you right now, so what’s the next best thing? Ah yeah… genius, you think.

You mimicked throwing a lasso in his direction, because if anyone were to go along with the bit, it was gonna be Jungwoo.

You begin to tug on the imaginary lasso and he lifts up, adding the exaggerated theatrics you sought out. At first Mark and Haechan look at him confused, but as you continue pulling, they connect the dots.

Jungwoo has made his way to your side, and you two let the music carry you. You spare the sitting younger boys a glance and motion for them to join you, Haechan shares a look with Mark, the left side of his lips tilt into a smile, “Should we join her or what?”. Mark keeps his eyes glued to you as he answers him, “I’m good watching, you should go though, have fun.”.

Haechan shrugs him off and sets his glass down, “Yeah, I’m planning on it…”. Mark is a couple shots in himself so doesn’t really pay Haechan’s statement any mind.

You notice Haechan get up but instead of coming towards you, he waltzes over to the DJ booth.

Booooo, if anyone would be down to dance it’d be Haechan? Maybe he just wasn’t in the mood tonight…

You peel your eyes off of him and decide to see if you can maybe persuade Mark once more, when the lasso trick fails, a gloomy expression resides on your face, you pantomime wiping the non-existent tears from your eyes. He laughs it off, and although he’s well out of earshot, you could’ve sworn you heard his laughter from across the floor, you can't help but giggle in response. Once you see that your efforts are fruitless, you decide to redirect your attention to Jungwoo. He takes your hand and twirls you around a couple of times, he might’ve snorted a bit when you stumble after the third spin.

When you pause to recover from the dizziness you see Haechan sauntering towards you two, an excited smile makes its way to your features.

“Couldn’t resist the fun, could you?” You beam up at him.

“How could I ever?”, he throws you a mischievous grin but you’re a bit too far gone to even notice.

As you envelop him in a hug the lights of the club suddenly begin to dim, turning a deep red. You look around you to see if it was just part of your imagination, but the roars in response to the shift in mood are what make you realize you’re not dreaming.

The mid tempo song that now echoed throughout the club called for slow movements, the groovy baseline paired with the ambiance set in place by club directors clearly portrayed their intentions for this particular moment. All at once, people make their way to the dance floor. In the rapid movement, Jungwoo had been swallowed into another section of the floor, so that left you and Haechan alone. Your eyes widen as sweaty bodies continue to force you two closer and closer by the second. Haechan doesn’t seem to mind so you decide you wouldn’t either.

The fact that you were still locked in the hug from earlier gave Haechan easy access to your body. His left hand reached for your face, his touches were feathery as he caressed your cheek, he chuckles a bit when you lean into his hand. Hmm how responsive…

Your response to his touch only encourages him to keep going. He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear before he lets his fingers glide along your jawline, they find refuge beneath your chin, resting there a bit before he decides to tilt your head upwards, allowing his eyes to come into contact with yours.

Low eyes study your features as a conceited smile creeps onto his face, you could’ve sworn you felt his irises searing into your flesh. He maintains steady eye contact before shifting his attention down to your lips, the quietest snicker leaves him as he inches closer towards your face, you can only flutter your eyes shut in response. Your senses prick up when you feel his plump lips graze against your ear, he lets out a small exhale before dropping his voice a couple octaves to whisper,

“You should probably close your mouth.”

You knew you had been a bit far gone but damn… How long had it been open?

Whatever is left of his spell wears off because you’re finally able to look him in the eyes again, “Oh please, I’m an entertainer! I had an audience to please,” you scoff, waving him off.

Yeah that should buy me enough time to build my defenses back up, you think.

You clearly miss the glint in his eyes before he leans into you once more,

“I’m your audience now, so how about you please me?”

Hmm, that definitely sobered you up a bit…

You feel a small fire light up in your stomach, but you’ll be damned if you let him win again, he’s already gotten to you once tonight and that was enough for your taste, so you decide to stand your ground, lifting an index finger to his face, “ONE dance, since you want it so bad.” Ha, now it was his turn to scoff.

You turn around so your back faces him, the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get a read on your face was the main reason for this action, but you’re not going to complain about how close it brought you two.

The movements were set by Haechan, slow and drawn out to match the tempo of the song resounding throughout the club. He doesn’t waste time letting his curious hands roam your body. Each gentle drag across your exposed skin only stokes the flame that sits at the pit of your stomach, with each second that passes you begin to feel what once was a small pile of embers grow into a blistering heat.

Sweaty bodies surrounded your perimeter so unsolicited contact wasn’t unexpected, but Haechan’s grazes were different. You could’ve sworn he was riddling your skin with scorch marks, your eyes followed his fingers each time they came in contact with you just to make sure you were indeed imagining it.

At this point your ass was flush against his pelvis, the heat radiating off of him was beginning to become unbearable. You may have pushed deeper into him as he controlled your movements, not that he was complaining, his grip on your waist becoming tighter was quite the indicator. The song is beginning to reach its final couple of seconds, with that, your shared movements naturally begin to die down.

Before fully disconnecting from each other Haechan takes the opportunity to snake his hand upwards to the nape of your neck, he decides to continue a bit more into your scalp, taking a fistful of your hair, delicately tugging at the strands to turn your head to face him, your glossy eyes make contact with his.

God, did you always look like that, or was this expression only something you’ve shared with me?, he thought to himself.

The red lights compliment his features, if it were up to you, you’d look up at him until your neck cramped up, but you’ve unconsciously relinquished any authority over your body at the moment.

He chuckles at you before gently tilting your head to the side a bit, granting him access to your neck. The way you openly let him control your movements had his head spinning,

“What else would you be willing to let me do to you?”

His lips nip at your collarbone, traveling upwards, making sure to graze your jugular, because if you weren’t going to comment on how you were feeling, your body would do it for you.

A small huff is all you feel against your skin after he confirms his effects on you, but your senses are far too overstimulated for you to even realize he’s caught onto you. The journey of exploring your neck concludes when he comes to a halt at the shell of your ear, his lips graze it ever so slightly before he opens his mouth,

“Consider me fully pleased.”, his gravelly voice resonates in your eardrums.

He places what could possibly be one of the most delicate kisses onto your neck, before releasing his grip on your hair. You slowly turn to fully face him now, almost as if your body is just now processing all that it’s experienced in the past couple of minutes. His eyes don't focus on yours immediately, instead he concentrates on smoothing your hair back to its original state.

Before the final seconds of the instrumental fades into nothing his hand extends towards yours, pupils finally meeting your own. He simply brings your hand up to his lips, placing a small kiss on it, not once even daring to break eye contact. And with that, the song seals the moment you’ve shared perfectly. As the crowd woos the Dj’s choice in music taste, Haechan gives you a genuine smile paired with a wink before he makes his way back to your shared section.

You’re left completely bewildered, motionless in the crowd as you maintain focus on the back of his head. It takes Jungwoo rushing into your side for your senses to slowly make their return. “Wow that was amazing, did you see all the pretty lights?”, he asks with actual genuine curiosity. He decides to wave his hand in front of your face after not getting a response, “Helloo?”.

You feel your feet beginning to plant themselves back onto earth, that’s when you’re able to coherently form a sentence again. You beam upwards towards him, “It was mind blowing Jungwoo…”. He lets out a cackle before engulfing your entire upper body in the tightest hug, nuzzling his sweaty forehead against yours, “Haha, how cute, let's get something to drink, yeah?”, I mean, you've known Jungwoo for years now but it still amazes you how much he was into skinship, even in these conditions. Before you can answer he’s already tugging you towards your shared section. With your free hand you wipe away the sheen of perspiration that had built up on your forehead while dancing with Haechan.

The two of you finally arrive at your designated space. You see Johnny and Jaehyun have taken the liberty of inviting a few girls over, these two were like magnets, everywhere they went people just seemed to flock towards them, it was a sight to see truly, but you had more important things to focus on, your feet were begging for a break so you scan the section to find the next available seating. You spot a little booth off to the side, Mark and Yuta are already sitting there, perfect, you were in need of some familiarity after all you had gone through in the last 5 minutes.

You make a beeline to the booth and greet the boys, while Yuta immediately returns your smile, Mark doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, eyes deciding to focus anywhere but where you are standing. Hmmm, that's strange.. maybe he just wasn’t feeling the club anymore? He seemed fine a couple minutes ago? Maybe he just didn’t hear me? But that’s impossible because Yuta—

Your internal dialogue is cut off by Yuta signaling you to sit next to him, you plop beside him, “Having fun tonight?”, he asks. Phew, that's one way to put it. You resort to gestures to provide him with an answer, offering a mellowed out thumbs up. He chuckles as his hand reaches up to ruffle your hair.

“What about you?”, you ask, genuinely curious about what he’d say. Before he’s able to give you an answer he hears his name being called. Without a second thought you raise yourself up, urging him to see what’s up with his friend, he apologizes before leaving, “I promise to answer you when I get back!”He flashes a smile before tailing his friend, leaving you and Mark at the booth.

You position yourself in front of Mark, he wouldn’t be able to ignore what was right in front of him… right? You prop your elbows onto the table, “So how about you, mark?”, not even a second goes by before he answers you, “Never been better.” His voice was monotonous, devoid of any emotion, and he still has yet to spare you a single glance. Something’s definitely wrong, it's clear as day now. You knew Mark could be a bit hot headed sometimes, but it's never been anything like this?

You quickly scan your memories of what’s happened tonight to see if you could’ve said something to tick him off, but to your recollection, everything with him was going great up until now? Whatever it was you weren’t in the mood to handle his passive aggressiveness, not when everyone’s supposed to be having a good time. So you immediately cut to the chase, the alcohol in your system unconsciously dissolving any sort of brain to mouth filter you’d usually uphold, “Sooo, are you gonna act like a child, or are you going to use your words and say what’s wrong?”

His eyes finally look into yours, but the feeling is different. He’s never looked at you like this before and it’s driving you mad that you can’t pinpoint why.

A bitter expression dawns his features, he takes a combative tone. “I’m fine, and you seem to be having a blast too, so what exactly is the problem?”

Your brows knit together, still unsure of where all this hostility is coming from, and why the hell it's even being directed at you. You immediately become defensive, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Why are you acting like this? Did I say something to make you upset?”, your sentences were laced with exasperation.

Mark opens his mouth to speak but before words are able to leave his lips, he’s interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Everything alright over here?”Haechan questions, he doesn’t ask for permission before he settles next to you in the booth. He offers you a smile before his eyes land on Mark, “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Mark scoffs, “I was just leaving.”

He gives Haechan a once over before he plants his palms on the table to force himself up, storming off into the crowd.

Your eyes follow Mark's figure as it makes its way to the club’s exit. When you lose him in the sea of people, you redirect towards Haechan, “What’s up with him?”, you sigh before you prop an elbow on the table, letting your face rest in your palm, “Dude I wish I knew...”

The last thing Mark sees before exiting the club is Haechan’s hand placed on your back, rubbing small circles into your flesh. He mentally curses at himself for even deciding to look back at you.

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Mark successfully makes it out of the club, the cool wind that smacks him in the face causes him to lose his balance momentarily, after a few steps he eventually decides to settle on an empty part of the curb.

His eyes close as he pushes out a deep sigh, nimble fingers fumble in his pockets to find the vape Johnny asked him to hold onto before they left the dorms. He oggles the small contraption with curiosity before bringing it up to his mouth. I’m pretty sure this is how Johnny does it…

He takes in a long drag and before he knows it, his lungs reach their limit, now I just let it sit there right…? He attempts to hold in the smoke but his lungs aren't having it. He enters a coughing fit, small clouds of smoke leave his pinched lips with each puffed exhale, he comes to the realization that it may be better to stop resisting it, so he lets out all the smoke in one blow. Great. Now he was pissed off and his throat stings, wonderful.

As he brings his hands up to his throat in an attempt to soothe himself, he can’t help but replay what happened earlier. Why would he shamelessly caress you like that for the world to see? Seeing you pressed up against Haechan only filled him with rage, which only increased by tenfold when the little shit was daring enough to hold eye contact with him, knowing the way his actions were affecting him. He’d pull you in closer each second Mark observed you two, sending him a wink when your body was flush against his.

Each time his hands laid themselves on your body he couldn’t help but wonder; Were you actually enjoying the way he was touching you, is that what you liked? How would you react if it was his hands on you instead? Would you be just as welcoming, maybe even a bit more?

Envy coursed through his entire being each time you two closed the gap between each other, what was he saying into your ear so sweetly that made you look at him like that? Did you have a thing for him?—

Mark shakes away the image of you two, finally letting an ounce of rationality seep into his system. He stares blankly ahead as he lets out a low groan. It finally hits him just how immaturely he handled the situation, I mean, you never belonged to him? You were well within your right to dance with whoever you wanted. How were you supposed to know how he felt? It's not like he’s ever told you anything?

His face finds refuge in his palms as he exhales. After sitting with his thoughts for a couple of minutes, he reaches into his pocket for his phone. He fumbles with it a bit before getting it right-side up. The bright screen lights up to reveal a picture Doyoung had taken of the both of you. Even drunk he’s able to recall what the two of you were doing, and the exact words that left his mouth, making you laugh the way you did. He smiles at the screen for a few seconds before paying attention to the time; 2:08AM. Dang it's pretty late… He determines that his night has come to an end, the thought of having to look Haechan in the face leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and he doesn’t want to put a damper on anyone’s (your) night more than he possibly has already.

With a few clicks he reaches his managers contact page,

Mark [2:10] : hey, yoiclose ??

Manager hyung [2:11] : Gonna be honest I didn’t expect you to be done so early, I’ll come to the front, we can meet there.

Mark [2:13] : csn we stip for food. ?

[read]

Mark slumps against his manager as he raises himself up, “Ah hyung, you always take care of me, thank you.” His words are slurred but his manager understands the sentiment. He helps Mark stumble his way to the car, making sure he’s buckled up before slipping into the driver's seat.

They’re a couple stops away from Mark’s favorite noodle shop before he asks him “What dish are you feeling tonight?”. When he doesn’t receive a response he adjusts his rear-view mirror to get a look at Mark, who has drifted into what seems like a peaceful sleep. He chuckles a bit at the boy’s figure, luckily the redirection wouldn’t take long, the place was near the dorms after all.

—

Pain. Throbbing pain settled on the left side of your head. That’s all you feel as you find the courage to open your eyes. You’re dazzled by the sunshine bouncing off the walls of the room, so you immediately pinch them shut. You know you’re at the dorms, the question is, who's?

Since sight is faltering at the moment, you decide to rely on your other senses for an answer. A small hum of a computer fan is what registers first, and you can only assume you’re in one of three rooms. It becomes clearer where you reside after taking in a deep breath, a familiar citrusy scent makes its way to your nostrils. Yup, this is Haechan’s room.

After what seems like a few minutes, you gradually begin to open up your eyes, allowing them to expand from a squint until they’re fully open. You slowly bring yourself up so that your back rests against the headboard. The shared room is pretty neat, it looks like they’ve got an air purifier running, oh so it wasn’t a computer...

Your eyes look over to scan Johnny’s bed and see that besides a small ruffle on the edge, it's fully made. He must’ve slept in the living room or something… hmm, that's pretty strange, he's never minded sleeping in the presence of others, much less you. Damn, could it be possible that he didn’t even make it upstairs?—

Your thoughts are interrupted by Doyoung’s muffled voice that can be heard through the walls. “Set up the table and go wake her up, she should eat something.”. A small groan is all you hear in response, followed by metal utensils clattering as someone springs a drawer open.

A small smile registers onto your face at the command. As you let out a deep breath your eyes peer down to the small bedside table, it holds a neatly setup cup of water and 2 extra strength Tylenols. When your hand reaches towards the cup you notice it has a sticky note on it, “please enjoy deliciously ;)” the little sun drawn on the corner lets you know this was Haechan’s doing. You let out a laugh but immediately stop, as it causes your head to pulse even harder.

Once you take the two pills you bring your body to the edge of the bed, slowly encouraging your brain to allow you to stand on your two feet. Your legs hover a bit before coming into contact with the floor and before you know it you’re standing, completely still but hey, you’re up.

You’re mid-stretch as you hear heavy footsteps making their way towards the room, and suddenly Haechan bursts through the door. You wince at the sound of the door slamming back into the wall. “My god, do you have to be that lou—“, you’re cut off by arms wrapping around you, flinging you onto the mattress. Haechan lands on top of you, legs cradling your sides. He soaks in your fatigued state, bringing a hand to your face to gently stroke your cheek, “All tired out from last night, huh?”

WHAT?!

Your heart stops. You’re unable to produce a sentence as you attempt to recall last night's events, only to be met with splotchy blurbs of memories instead of full stories.

Haechan notices the panic in your face, and to be completely frank he revels in it a bit before revealing the truth to you. “I’ll save you the hassle, we didn’t sleep together.”

Relief washes over your features, and you shut your eyes, “Oh thank go—“

Once again you’re cut off, sleep still coats Haechan’s voice as he leans into your ear, “Although I will say, it was very hard to turn down your begging, you looked so pretty when you were—”, You pinch the underside of his arm to get him to shut up, and you’re glad it works, you shove him off of you, bringing yourself to stand up. He writhes around on the bed, exaggerating his pain, letting out dramatically loud wails. Seeing him like that made you almost forget how shit you were feeling, almost…

“Ok, alright, relax you little princess.”, you murmur.

He immediately freezes to make eye contact with you, “You think I’m pretty enough to be a princess?”

An amused scoff is all you can let out before deciding to change the subject, “If we didn’t sleep together, where did you sleep?”

His brows furrow at first, but he soon realizes what you mean, “Oh no— we slept together, we just didn’t sleep together, you know?”

Me and Haechan… In the same bed?

He can see the gears turning in your head at this newfound information, you fail to register the glint in his eyes before he continues, “ So you're telling me that you don't remember clinging to me all night, whining nonstop to get me to hug you back?”

You pinch your eyes shut, both hands instinctively make their way to your temple, lightly massaging the throbbing flesh.

“Of course I caved, I’ve never seen you act like that, plus Doyoung was getting sick of your noises, he came to check on us because you were that loud.”

Great, not only had you embarrassed yourself in front of Haechan but out of all the members on the 5th floor, DOYOUNG was the one to witness it? What kind of sick joke was this?

Your mortification is cut short by a knock on the door, you turn your head to see Johnny’s rangy frame leaning against the door. He eyes you up and down before his attention darts to Haechan then back to you, he does this twice and his face is awfully smug prior to opening his mouth, “Come on, you two dont want to make mom mad.” His voice is still gruff and you find pleasure that, by the looks of it, you weren’t the only one that had a rough night. As he pulls the knob to shut the door, he gives you one last grin, then he’s off with a shake of his head.

You slowly turn to focus your attention back to Haechan, pointing your thumb towards the door, “What was that all about?”

He feigns an unknowing shrug as a smile paints across his face, “Idk let's go eat, you already pissed off Doyoung earlier, don't wanna make it worse for yourself.”

As you mentally seek the courage to be able to look Doyoung in the eyes, Haechan climbs out of his bed and drapes an arm around your shoulder, leading you both to their shared kitchen.

—

When you step foot into the kitchen you’re greeted with groans and a couple of surveying looks instead of actual hellos. What could they possibly be looking at, this isn’t the first time they've seen me hungover? You decide to ignore their prying eyes, too tired to question their behavior.

So far, it's only the members of the 5th floor that reside in the kitchen, but you know it won’t be long until the rest of them make their way downstairs.

Doyoung’s parked in front of the stove. He always makes food for everyone after a night out, it's basically routine at this point. You know, even though he nags throughout the entire cooking process, you always notice the way he tries to hide his smile when he sees everyone digging in. You'll always be grateful that you have the privilege of calling him your friend, his presence is absolutely vital.

The only semblance of liveliness can be felt radiating off of Taeyong. You’re fascinated, staring at him with admiration as you watch him prep the plates of food, making sure to garnish each dish till he's satisfied with their presentation.

You decide to settle next to Johnny who leans his head on your shoulder when you’ve fully sat down. Bringing a hand to his head, you begin stroking his hair, “Have fun, at least?”, you ask, voice still a bit groggy.

“Of course… Not as much as you tho,” he says in between chuckles.

You freeze when the rest of the members chortle in unison to show that they second his statement.

I couldn’t have been that bad right? … Right…?

Hmmm maybe it's better to address the situation before continuing on…

You lift yourself up from your seat, gathering the attention of everyone in the room, making sure to meet eyes with each and everyone of them, “I’m gonna be completely honest, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I’m really sorry for whatever I might’ve done yesterday, and Doyoung, I apologize if I might’ve bothered you last night, that wasn’t my intention...”

The silence that filled the room was deafening, all that could be heard was the sizzling of whatever Doyoung was frying on the stove. Guilt washes over your entire being, gaze instinctively dropping to the table. Damn, what the fuck did I do?

Suddenly, a roaring laughter erupts, it's enough to startle you out of your remorseful state. Your head Immediately shoots up when Doyoung is the first to speak, “Why are you the one apologizing, Haechan was the one I could hear the most?”. A flurry of agreements echo within the room.

Your eyes widen at the sudden revelation of truth, they seek out Haechan who immediately feels the daggers you’re shooting at him. Punk ass liar…

Phew, I mean, at least now you know you weren’t the one being a complete nuisance. Still, this leaves a lot of questions unanswered, and it's becoming a bit tiresome to try to mentally fill in the blanks, so you settle on asking what happened instead.

“We had a blast at the club, but the real fun began when we came home.” Johnny grins, he notices the way your eyes are pleading him to continue, so he does,

“You couldn’t make it up the stairs so I had to carry you, but honestly listening to you going off on Mark was personally the highlight of my night,” Contemplation riddles his features before he resumes, “You know what, scratch that, it was actually when you threw up on yourself… and Haechan.” He cackles as he recalls your actions, meanwhile you can only duck your head and inhale a sharp breath in response.

The boys laugh as they replay the memory, you giggle a bit yourself as you bring your head up to look at Haechan, “…I may not be able to recall everything that happened last night, but I really feel that deep, deep down… you might’ve deserved that.”, you beam at him from across the table.

He raises his pitch a bit in an attempt to mimic your voice “ Wehh, i think you deserved it meh bleh blah— I can't believe this is how you treat someone who literally took care of you all night..”

Johnny interjects before you’re able to counter, “Hmmm I wouldn’t necessarily say that. I mean yeah, you did clean her up and all but you literally wouldn’t let her out of your grasp after that, I had to sleep in the living room because you were being so obnoxious.”

Leave it to Johnny to spare the bullshit lol, it's part of his charm that you often commend.

Doyoung relishes in the fact that he finally got an answer to his unvoiced question, “Oh so that’s why you’re wearing his clothes.”

……huh?

A stream of “Ahhh’s” and nods of realization follow Doyoung’s statement.

You look down to see Haechan’s garments covering your body, top to bottom.

You're at a loss for words at first, then your eyes widen at the sound of alarms going off in your head, “YOU STRIPPED ME?!?”

All heads turn to Haechan, who remains unphased at the sudden attention, “I mean yeah, I wasn’t going to let you sleep on my bed after you puked all over us? Would you have preferred if I left you sitting in your pile of vomit?”

The gazes shift in your direction now. Damnit, you hate it when he made sense… Silence fills the room, but it's quickly shortened,

“Your panties were super cute by the way, I always did love Wall-e.”

The members attempt to stifle their laughter, but they inevitably fail, quite miserably in fact…

A deep warmth rushes to your face, you fight through your embarrassment though, forcing yourself to meet Haechan’s observant eyes, “Yeah I’m gonna need you to erase that image of me from your memory, IMMEDIATELY..”

“Sorry, already seared into my memory. I might need it for when i get a littl—“

“OHKAYYY, food’s ready!! Who’s hungry?” Taeyong jumps in to save you from further embarrassment, he sets a couple of bowls on the table before sitting himself down.

Haechan snickers at you before shoving a spoonful of rice in his mouth, he makes a conscious effort to chew extra loudly before blowing you a kiss.

“Gross.”, You sneer.

“You know you love it.”

You roll your eyes as you bring a spoonful of warm broth near your mouth, you let the smell fill your nostrils before digging in. Damn, Doyoung’s meals really never miss.

You can feel your stomach unknotting with each spoonful you take in. A comfortable silence fills the kitchen as you all savor the food, the cacophony of quiet slurps and metal brushing against porcelain dies down slightly when you hear the front door opening.

Yuta and Taeil are the first to make their appearance, compared to the rest of the group, they seem to be walking on water. Congratulations, sooo happy for them... They greet everyone with warm smiles before taking whatever seats are left at the table. Doyoung had already set up bowls for everyone, so all there was left to do was dig in.

As Taeil swallows his first bite of food his eyes land on your figure, he notices your attire and it strikes a thought, “Hey, Haechan has a shirt just like that!”

“It’s his.”

The way everyone in the room felt the need to respond to his observation in unison has you choking on a spoonful of rice.

Taeil and Yuta look at you wide eyed, before their attention shifts to Haechan, who does nothing but wiggle his eyebrows at them.

Yuta turns to look at you once more with what seems like a concerned look etched across his features, “ Wait… So you two.. Slept together?”

You enter a coughing fit at this point.

Johnny offers you a glass of water along with a pat on the back, once your breaths are under control you clear your throat to give Yuta an answer, “Absolutely not. I may or may not have thrown up on myself.. And Haechan… Point is, I ruined my clothes so that's why I’m wearing this..”

Taeil just chuckles as he plays out the image in his head, but your ears are able to pick up the soft sigh of relief that leaves Yuta’s lips, and to be honest you’re not entirely sure why that's his immediate response.

You swallow a gulp of water and attempt to steer the conversation in another direction, “Enough of me though, how was yesterday for you guys?”

The two boys continue on to discuss the highlights of their nights, you’re glad they were able to enjoy themselves and come out of it looking the way they did, they genuinely looked like they had a blast.

As Yuta gives a reenactment of one of his stories he mentions Mark. You politely let him finish before letting your curiosity get the best of you, “Hey so what happened to him last night, did he get home safe— Is he up yet?”. Haechan’s eyes peek up at your displayed interest in Mark’s night, as Yuta parts his lips to reply, he’s quickly cut off, “ Why do you even care, he didn’t even have the decency to say bye to us before bailing last night.”

All eyes are on Haechan now, and that's when he realizes that he verbalized his thoughts instead of keeping them contained.

Johnny shoots him a questioning look, “Woah woah woah, what's with all the hostility all of a sudden?”

He’s stunned, but only for a split second before he formulates a response, “No hostility, just stating what happened.” He drops his spoon in his empty bowl before lifting himself from the table.

Your eyes trail him as he places his dish in the sink and trampes off to his room, all without sparing anyone a single glance.

What the fuck was that?

You raise an eyebrow at his behavior, “ Alright… You were saying Yuta?”

“Oh yeah, He’s asleep for now, Jungwoo promised to wait for him so they can come down together.”

“Perfect!” You immediately raise up off your seat, discarding your used dishes into the dishwasher before briskly making your way to the door.

As you squat down towards the floor to slip on a pair of shoes Taeyong shouts, “Where are you going!?” You peek your head into the kitchen, breath a little short when you reply, “He seemed angry about something yesterday, so I was gonna stop by our favorite spot and get us something so we could talk about it. It's past 9 so it should be open by now, do you guys want anything?” The members shout out a couple of menu items and you make sure to jot them down on a piece of paper so you’ll be set for when you call in the order.

As you slide on some sandals, Johnny makes his way to the door, “Want me to come with?.” You flash him a smile, “It’ll be right back, it shouldn’t take me more than 20 minutes bc it’s a pickup.”

He throws his hands up in the air in a false defeat, “Okie dokie, walk safely then, If you need anything text me, we’ll be here.”

“Bet”, You wave a goodbye at him as you sprint down the hall.

—

As you arrive at the shop you can see your order sitting on the counter off to the side. When you get ready to make your payment you notice a dessert tray sitting behind the glass window to your left. The pretty white plate holds about six bear shaped cookies, how cute. Hmmmm… Since Haechan didn’t come out to request anything you figured you’d take him some, I mean, you never did thank him for taking care of you after all …

“Hey! I knew it was you, there were a couple extra meals than usual, having some friends over for breakfast?”

The owner is an older woman, she’s taken a liking to you and Mark, every time you two visit she offers something on the house. You always accept it of course so as to not come off as ungrateful, always leaving a sizable tip in return because damn this woman can COOK, you can taste the love she puts into her meals, truly. You silently ponder if this is how Doyoung’s cooking will evolve…

You explain to her how you’ve spent the night with friends and just wanted to provide a meal in return. She smiles wide at your explanation, “They’re very lucky to have you.” The comment has you blushing a bit, she giggles at your slightly flustered figure.

“Would this be all for you then, dear?”

“Oh, and can I also get two of the bear cookies please?”

“Yes of course!”

She packs the cookies in a small brown bag and hands it off to you before continuing to process your payment.

When you grab the order off the table she walks towards the door to hold it open for you, as you approach the threshold, you thank her and she gives one last remark before you make your way back to the dorms, “Make sure to bring your boyfriend next time, he’s a keeper that Mark.”

“Mark?”

She places her hands over her mouth before speaking again, “Oh my, don't tell me you two broke up? It wasn’t my intention to bring up any bad memories.”

You chuckle at her worried expression, “Oh no don’t worry, it's nothing like that. Mark and I are just friends, that's all.”

“…Just Friends?” She looks at you as if you had broken out in foreign language.

There’s a small silence before she speaks again, “Are you sure we're talking about the same person, I mean the scrawny one who wears the round glasses. The one you always come in with!” Yup that's Mark alright..

You let out a genuine laugh, one where if anyone were walking by they'd think you just heard the joke of the century.

She just looks at you in amusement as you attempt to regulate your breathing. Once you’re able to catch your breath you give her one last thank you for the meal and head back in the direction of the dorms.

Me and Mark? That’s a new one, you smile to yourself.

She stays at the door observing your walking figure, she titters a bit as she shakes her head, speaking aloud to herself, “Pfft, she can lie to herself all she wants, I see the way they look at each other.”

—

You return to the 5th floor to deliver the orders, as you step in you celebrate slightly when you notice Jungwoo and Mark still haven’t made it down yet. Echoes of thank yous can be heard as you pass them their food, they look at the meals starry-eyed like they didn’t just eat less than half an hour ago lmao.

Once you ensure everyone’s gotten their food, a quick “You’re welcome!” leaves your lips as you practically glide towards Haechan’s room.

You don't bother knocking, that would take too much time.

He jolts on the bed at your sudden intrusion but he doesn’t bother taking his eyes off of his phone, “What’s this?”

“FOR YOU!!!!!” You yell, crashing next to him on the bed.

He’s still failing to acknowledge your presence, so you decide to get closer, batting your eyes as you shove your face between his eyes and this phone screen. When he breaks out into laughter you explain to him,

“You seemed off earlier plus I mean… I never said thanks, you did take care of me last night.. So like, two birds, you know?”

As he pulls out the cookies, he attempts to hide his enthusiasm, but you’re able to see right through him, “Bears, how original.”

“Oh please, you love it”

“Only a small amount…” He flashes you a smile, the kind that makes its way to his eyes.

After he takes a bite, he brings the cookie up to your mouth, motioning for you to take a bite yourself. When you lean in closer, you open your mouth to welcome the cookie, only for him to shove it up your nose.

You quickly expel the crumbs from your nostril, guffawing at his action, but if you were being honest you kind of wanted to taste it, so you squeeze his arm to hold it still. Even though you tremble a bit to keep it steady, you do manage to get a bite and wow, as expected, the owner has yet to disappoint…

“Hmmm so good~”

He chuckles at your satisfied face, “I know, where did you get it from?”

“Its this one spot Mark and I are always going to, this lady, Haechan, she makes the be—“

He cuts your sentence short, a hint of annoyance laced his words, “Oh yeah, Mark never shuts up about it.”

“I should take you, it's super close! We can go after your schedules one day if you want?”

He pictures it in his head, you, in that one dress he likes, sitting to grab a bite to eat, getting to listen to you go on about whatever interests you in that moment…

He’s looking off into the distance completely silent so you backtrack a bit, “Or not, no pressure…”

When he snaps out of his daydream he looks into your eyes, his face is unreadable and it’s throwing you off. You shift side to side on his bed, fidgeting with the hem of his tee that drapes your body.

He only blinks at you twice before leaning into you, softly placing his hands on each side of your cheeks, his eyes dart back and forth between yours then down to your lips, almost as if he was searching for any sign of resistance on your end. When he finds none, he brings his thumb up to your lips, gently running the digit against them. You let out a soft sigh of relief at the contact, as if the greatest weight had just been lifted off your shoulders, and when your eyes flutter shut he takes it as his queue to close the little remaining distance between you, pressing his plump lips against your own.

A spark of electricity travels through up your spine, causing your brain to momentarily short circuit. Fried neurons send the signal to tilt your head, deepening the kiss. Your lips part slightly to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth. When his wet muscle comes into contact with your own, you can't help but wonder how it would feel gliding across your body.

Your heart is slamming against your chest as each second goes by and you’re curious if he can hear it. You realize that your brain can't help but crave more of him, because before you know it, you instinctively leap to straddle his lap. The newfound heat of your body on his has him groaning into your mouth. Fuck, it should be illegal for him to sound this pretty…

He slips his hands up your his shirt, raking his fingers up and down your back. Although you made your way onto his lap, he finds that you’re not close enough for his liking, so he decides to slightly dig his fingernails into your soft flesh. The action causes you to arch into him, causing you to let out an absurdly loud moan when you feel his dick come into contact with your core.

Your noise causes him to bring his actions to a halt, as he pulls away from your lips to get a good look at your face, you begin to feel the sting of embarrassment course through your veins.

When his blown out pupils look into yours for what felt like eons without saying a word, you promptly remove yourself from on top of him.

He eyes observe your now standing figure in awe. He doesn’t know how to process your reaction, it's so uncharacteristic of you, or was it? He’s never seen you in this state before. His head becomes overloaded with sinful thoughts. If that’s what you sounded like with barely any effort, what would happen if I actually tried a bit more? He feels lightheaded just thinking about it.

You stare at his heaving figure from a safe distance, before letting out a small chuckle,

I really just made out with Haechan right now..

You tuck your hair behind your ear as you prepare to speak, your voice wavers before breathlessly pushing out your next words, “I uh.. hah— I really should go upstairs.” You rapidly head for the door, not daring to look in the boy’s direction.

As your hand reaches for the door knob you feel his hand on your wrist, it's followed by a low voice, a foreign seriousness coats his next words, “It's not in my head, I can't be the only one who felt something at the club last night, you know what I’m talking about, and you can say whatever you want, but this—”, he motions at your flustered state, “confirms that for me.”

How dare he? I mean he’s absolutely correct but still, how brazen of him..

A small glimmer makes its way to your eye, you let a confused expression bloom onto your features before turning to face him,

“Last night… at the club?”, you furrow your brows as you tilt your head to the side to really sell your faux confusion.

He’s completely taken aback, dumbfounded, it takes him a minute as he chooses his next words carefully, “Yeah— I mean… Wait a second, you’re telling me you don’t even remember the club? What exactly is it that you DO remember?” You can feel his hand becoming clammy as he continues to hold his grip onto your wrist.

It's getting harder to hold back your amusement, but you manage to put on an excellent performance.

You stare at him blankly before raising an eyebrow, “Dude I literally blacked out? Did you forget the part where I asked everyone at breakfast to fill me in on our night?”

He freezes, demonstrating the telltale signs of someone who’s buffering in real time, Oh fuck, tell me that did not just happen right now…

You let your facade drop after a few seconds of silence, letting a smug aura emanate from your body, “But please, don't stop, what was it exactly that you felt last night?”

He quickly loses his grip on you, turning around to make his way back onto the bed, “Weren’t you in a hurry to leave or something?”

A puff of air leaves your nostrils as you observe him sliding under the covers, “Yeah I’m just gonna go up to the 10th floor” As you’re opening the door you turn to face him, “I’ll be back later though, try not to miss me too much”. He lets out a scoff at your remark, “I think I’ll survive.”

How does this man have an answer for everything? Hmmmm, how could I possibly get a reaction out of him?

As you pull the door to shut, you make sure to leave just enough space for you to peek your face through, getting in one final quip, “Oh— and if you decide to feel anything else, be sure to share it with me this time, you have my number.” You shoot him an exaggerated wink before slamming the door shut.

He sinks into the mattress as he hears your fading footsteps, wishing it would swallow him whole.

This is gonna be even more fun than you thought..

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That’s a wrap on chapter 1!

part two can be found in this masterlist

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For You? pt.2

masterlist for this series here

Synopsis: We finally get some insight on what really happened the night you all went out… Oh, by the way, how was breakfast with Mark?

Word Count: 7.3K

Contents: Hints of Angst/Humor/Fluff/18+ below the cut ahaha

No way no way no way no way, the only thought that races through Haechan’s mind as you shut the door. He instantly replays the entire interaction in his head, fuck, did i really just tell her how i felt about her?

Truthfully he doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that he just outed himself, or that you didn’t even flinch at what was being said. He’s dying to know what you thought about it, what went through your mind upon hearing those words? The two of you tended to never be serious with each other so he wonders if you even processed what he was saying.

Flashbacks of last night creep into his head as he enters into a spiral.

You were fine leaving the club, you didn’t require any assistance or anything like that. The members piled into the van one by one, Haechan stayed by your side just in case you did need anything. He was the one that helped you take your seat, making sure to buckle you up before they took off.

Contrast to the ride to the club, the ride back home wasn’t as lively. Johnny sat shotgun, taking charge of the aux, soft sounding melodies could be heard leaving the speakers, along with the occasional laughter that spilled out of the conversation he was having with their manager.

Whenever they’d hit a rough patch in the road Haechan would peer over to make sure you were fine. You were slumped against Jungwoo, he was relieved that you at least had a somewhat plush surface to lean against because he’d hear the way Jungwoo’s head would bang against the window at any slight bump. The boy was out cold though, oblivious to his pain.

A few minutes of smooth driving pass until the tires meet with a particularly massive pothole. The whole van jerks abruptly, loud groans fill the small van in unison, Jungwoo’s head had knocked against the hard glass, making an almost comical noise. He cried out at the contact which in turn caused your body to shoot up immediately.

Haechan looks over to observe you, your eyes remain closed as your head bobbed against the air for a few moments, eventually slumping against the seats after a while, he chuckled at your sleepy state. Once he saw your body relax up against the seat, he let himself close his eyes too.

He’s on the verge of falling asleep but snaps out of it the second he feels a bit of warmth radiating onto his shoulder, his eyes shoot open at the sudden contact. You had shifted slightly against him. When your movements come to a full stop he makes a great effort to hold the position, trying his best to accommodate you. Yes, he’s straining his entire body right now, but that didn’t matter, you looked so at peace and he’d do whatever was necessary to keep it that way. It did help that the dorms were like 5 minutes away…

Once the van comes to a full stop the members filter out of the vehicle. You remain still though, Haechan tries to nudge you awake but you’re not budging. Panic sets in, as much as he might want to, he can't carry you inside, but he's also not gonna let you sleep in the car? Johnny peeks through the door when he doesn’t see the two of you step out.

“She’s out?”, “Like a light.”, “Ok just get her close to the door i'll take her up.”

Phew, lifesaver. It pays to go to the gym, he realizes that now…

Once he helps you over Johnny’s shoulder, he can finally relax, there’s no way he’s gonna drop you. He isn't reckless, still, Haechan can’t help but shadow him just in case, he wouldn’t want you to bump your head on a corner or something.

As the elevator bell dings you raise your head, your voice is tired, “Home?”, Johnny’s lips crease up at your one word, “Almost.” The hum of the elevator is all they hear before you chime in again, “And Mark?”

Mark? You’re barely conscious in this realm and your first second thought is Mark?

Before anyone has the chance to answer you, you respond to yourself, “Man fuck him, what the fuck was he on tod—I didn’t even do anything to him—He’s probably in his room editing his next instagram poem.”

The boys giggle at your slurred guess, they always did wonder about the whole process of that, it looks a bit time consuming getting the right filters and all…

You don't let up, “Feet probably kicking in the air because he saw Justin Bieber posted on instagram.”

The both of them bust out laughing now. Johnny stumbles in place a bit when he pictures the image in his head, but he doesn’t lose his grip on you. They have to pause a couple of times in the hallways before they make it into their unit.

Haechan opens the door to their room, as soon as Johnny set your body down on Haechan’s mattress, you immediately fall back. Whenever Johnny offers up any assistance, Haechan declines, and he seems quite firm so instead he heads back to the living room.

He props you up on your side as a precautionary measure, seeing that you’re still, he slips out of the room to get some extra blankets, when he comes back in you startle him a bit because you’re sitting up.

He playfully remarks, “Wow, now you decide to wake up?” You don’t respond, just silently smile up at him. He shakes his head with a curl of his lips, floating around the room to shift a couple things into place before joining you on the bed. In the midst of his brief cleaning he feels your arms wrap around his waist, pressing your face into his back, his body doesn't know how to react so he just remains stationary. You’re unmoving but he can still feel your ragged breaths hitting his back. When he begins to shift you squeeze him a bit harder so as to hold him in place, and it works.

“I just—“

“Haechan—” You trail off for a second,

He looks around the room, trying to find a way to rationalize why his heart is beating so fast right now. He snaps out of his daze when he feels his shirt getting wet from behind, a profound sense of concern enters his system, immediately turning around to face you. Your eyes are puffed up, the stream of tears that leave them seems to be endless. He reaches his hand up to wipe away what he can, a faint smile appears on his face as he furrows his eyebrows, “Why are you crying?”

When your eyes meet his you turn into a blubbering mess,

“You’re so— just always so— Haechan I just, I…”

You’re not in the state to pick up on any type of queues, because if you were, you’d notice the way his eyes were imploring you to continue, just say it, please.

You don’t.

You pull him closer, hugging him as tight as your strength allows you too. He rests his chin onto your head, slowly smoothing your hair, embracing your quivering body.

When you finally begin to catch your breath you pull up to look at him, you bring both of your hands to his face, one of your fingers moves to sweep a section of his bangs out of his eyes, “Haechan I—“

Your body doesn’t give out any signals so it catches him by surprise when he feels warm chunks of whatever you had eaten landing on his shirt. Gross.

You’d think his immediate reaction would be to scold you, instead he rushes you to the nearest bathroom, he does cover your mouth to prevent a pile of vomit anywhere else, but that's about all the force he uses. When he successfully seats you in front of the toilet he darts to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He sets the cup in the sink, letting the water flow into it while he picks off the bigger chunks that landed on his shirt. Your retching doesn’t let up the entire time spent filling the cup to the brim, but he’s glad to see that by the time he makes it back in, it looks like you’ve spewed out all that was necessary.

You let out a weak chuckle when you see his blurry figure approaching you, “Hmmnh-not my greatest moment.” You weakly bring a hand up to what you assume is his shoulder “Sorry”.

He pats your back, “Just hope you know you’re never gonna live this down, let’s just get you changed.”

“Mmmh”

“Ok I’m just gonna..” He’s faced with a slight dilemma, is it really ok to get her naked right now? I mean yeah, I can't just leave her like that, she’s gonna sleep in MY bed… It's not like I’m some sick pervert or something.

Once he sorts out his morals he moves to remove your top, that's where most of the puke resided anyways so it only made sense. He tries his best to not oggle your defenseless figure, blindly wiping your torso with a wet wipe, but he does have to make sure you’re fully clean before he slides new clothes on you, so he caves, but only for a moment. Once you pass the quick inspection he slides a tee over you. Now here comes the hard part, bottoms. How the fuck was he gonna just pick you up to slide some pj shorts on?

He is stuck, not really sure how to go about this so he does the most logical thing, asking, “Hey do you think you can put these shorts on?” He’ll admit, he’s a little surprised when you just nod, letting out a small groan in response to his command, he didn’t think it’d be that easy. You slowly inch off of the floor, supporting yourself on any sturdy surface, it does startle him slightly when you just slip off your vomit covered pants without any warning. You don’t pay him any mind, peeking open one eye to make sure the tag is in the back of the shorts before slipping them on, it takes you a minute to locate it but eventually you get it in the right spot.

You successfully get a leg in, but quickly stumble as the other one gets caught in the fabric, your falling figure causes Haechan to lurch towards you, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the animated Wall-e that dawned the backside of your underwear, he’s even in a little heart shape, how adorable. He can't help the laughter that slips out of his mouth, unintentionally louder than he had intended it to be. He always heard you talk about Big Hero 6 more, so he feels as if he's just witnessed a massive betrayal… What would Tadashi say if he knew..

Once you’ve successfully slipped into the shorts you attempt to make your way towards him, he puffs some air out his nostrils when he notices your lack of coordination. Every time you’d inch closer to him he’d slyly step back, but he stopped when you paused to observe him, completely still with your eyebrows raised, barely being able to fight back a smile, “It’s like that?” He grins at your faux irritation, extending his arms out so you’d lean into him.

When you enter his room he lays you onto the mattress, he doesn't bother trying to get you under the comforter, instead he grabs the spare one he brought in earlier, draping it over you.

Seeing you lying peacefully, he moves to clean up the throw up, it’s gross but the task didn’t take much time.

When his finishes up he heads to the bathroom for a quick shower. Having washed up, he makes one last stop at the kitchen to dump his soiled clothes into the trash bin, not wanting the dorm aunties to have to deal with that. Johnny’s slumped against the couch chatting on the phone, he's wondering who it could possibly be at this hour, but to be completely frank, he doesn't have the energy to care so he just says goodnight, continuing his way to their shared room.

The room feels stuffy as he enters, so he turns on the small humidifier in hopes of getting rid of the feeling. Once it’s on, he moves to switch off the lights that were beginning to take a toll on his tired eyes. He tries to be as careful as possible as he slips himself into the bed, not wanting to wake you.

Weary eyes land on you, you look so at ease, he doesn't expect it from someone who just puked their brains out. Swiping a fallen piece of hair out of your face, he observes the way your body rises and falls with each breath you take in. He wishes he had the ability to pause time, he doesn’t mind being the pillar you’d lean on for even the most trivial things like this, a night filled with too much to drink.

He ponders what it would take for him to keep you in his bed forever… Not in a Joe from You type of way, you get the idea, right? Something infinitely more wholesome.

A bitter taste makes its way to his mouth, he blinks away the delusions he’s building up in his head, reflecting on the fact that he hasn’t even been brave enough to tell you how he’s felt about you for god knows how long. Rather abruptly, he shifts his back to face you, not being able to handle the rush of emotions flooding his chest. You shift at the sudden jolt of the mattress, when he feels you tug on the shared comforter he stills.

Warm hands encase his figure, if he was still then, he's completely cemented at this point, the pads of your fingers had the same effect as medusa when she met eyes with anyone.

The effect is magically reversed when he feels you tugging his body into your own, instantly becoming putty at your unconscious plea to have him closer to you. He takes a deep breath in, everything about the way you’re holding him is beginning to cloud his head with a thick pink haze, he can feel his eyelids become heavier in your grasp, slowly beginning to drift away into another world.

Unfortunately his REM cycles are cut short as Johnny decides to enter the room. To say the door slammed against the wall would be an understatement, the loudness of the action caused you to quickly push Haechan out from your arms, making his body smack against the sleek hardwood floors.

He immediately groans at the sudden contact, a mix of anger and pain lace his voice as he blares out, “AHHHH HYUNG!” Johnny’s still attempting to stabilize himself from his entry, throwing his hands up in defense, he matches Haechan’s volume, “You’re acting like I was PLANNING on tripping, relax for a second, will you?” Haechan changes into a whisper yell when he hears you groan, “We were sleeping just fine! Why’d you have to be so careless?!”

The sudden loudness causes Doyoung to make an appearance at the scene, hair unkempt and voice dramatically dropped in pitch, nothing like its usual sound, “Why are you guys being like this? Do you know what time it is?” The boys are startled by his presence, they immediately apologize for the ruckus, to which Doyoung only nods before closing the door.

Johnny blows raspberries as he plops onto his mattress, beginning to take his socks off. Even after Doyoung’s departure, Haechan doesn't let up with little snarky comments. Johnny just eyes Haechan, hoping that would shut the boy up, when it doesn’t he huffs, getting up to leave the room without saying a word.

In all honesty that wasn’t what Haechan was expecting, he kinda wanted a reaction, something, anything, but he should’ve known better.

As he turns back to face you on the mattress, he lets out a sigh of relief, climbing his way under the covers. He might’ve scooted more over to your side of the bed in hopes of getting to feel your arms around him again… After a couple minutes of waiting he gives up all hope, deciding it would be better to let his mind rest. As he's slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, he feels your arms around him again, which allows him to finally rest peacefully.

To be frank, Haechan can't really pinpoint the exact moment you began to feel more than a friend to him. Looking at it objectively, it's not like you treated him any differently than any of the other members, so he wasn’t really sure what to make of his feelings for a while.

It clocks him in the chest one night he's out drinking with Mark, they’re sitting at the rooftop of a small cabin, gazing up at the stars. The night was filled with a calm breeze, the light rustling of leaves served as their own personal bgm. It seemed as if the ambiance had spurred Mark into deep thought, because out of the blue, your name begins to spill from his lips. Haechan’s ears perk up at the mention of you, he stops observing the twinkling stars above him to get a good look at Mark.

He starts off slowly, the way your name rolls off his tongue so effortlessly has him reeling, there was so much hidden sentiment in the way he pronounced each syllable. Haechan didn’t speak, in all honesty he hoped Mark would just stop talking, because he had an inkling of what his next words would be.

Unfortunately for him, Mark doesn’t let up, “I think I like her.”

Haechan stares at him for a second, then returns his gaze to the stars, not a single word leaves his mouth.

It's as if the gods held their breath in anticipation of what would happen next, because even the leaves stopped rustling.

Mark sucks in a deep breath, he’s about to continue his train of thought when Haechan finally chimes in, “You’re drunk.”

While the words seemed like a response to Mark, he was really just trying to convince himself that he didn’t have feelings for you. Because how would that look, confessing how he feels only after Mark had the courage to do it first, how pathetic, he thinks.

Mark zeros in on the moon, “Maybe I am”.

Haechan doesn’t tear his gaze from the sky, when he sees a shooting star, he looks at it like it’s his last resort. He didn’t believe much in superstitions but at the slight chance of it coming true he takes it upon himself to make a wish.

Nothing else is said that night, they drift off to sleep without sharing any last words with each other.

Haechan’s in the kitchen prepping breakfast when he hears Mark come in through the side door, “Food’ll be ready in a bit, I’m just waiting on the eggs.” Mark yawns, nodding in response. As Haechan sets the plates down on the table they begin to munch on the food. Bird chirps serve as white noise as they devour what's on their plates. Mark is the first to break the silence, “Dude be honest, did I say anything embarrassing last night, I kind of don’t really remember.”

Haechan pauses to take a sip of orange juice, “Hmmm you’ve been worse, you really don’t remember anything at all?”

“Not a single second.”

“Don’t worry, one day your tolerance will be half as good as mine.” He flashes him a toothy grin, to which Mark just responds with a shake of his head.

Haechan thinks about it constantly, to this day, maybe his wish really did come true, because after that day Mark didn’t seem to do anything to pursue this so-called “crush” on you, no calling you over if it wasn’t a group hangout, no one on one dates, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, maybe it really was the alcohol talking, distorting his view on you.

He couldn’t help but steadily regain the hope that one day you’d realize that every single seemingly playful word that somehow always managed to escape his mouth, was never in vain.

—

As the elevator doors spring open you find Jaehyun on the other side of them, “Hey— Damn, you guys look way better than us down there, I’m kind of jealous.”

His dimples make an appearance on his blemish-less face, “Nahh, I think you guys just make me look good, I mean none of you are necessarily known for your high tolerance levels…”

You let out a soft chuckle, “You got that right…” You pause to get a good look at his outfit, its a bit questionable but he looks comfortable so you decide to let it slide, “Where are you headed to so early though?”

He gushes just thinking about his errand, “This store I go to just called, they said they got some of the LP’s I was looking for last time, so I’m on my way to pick them up now.”

Seeing the enthusiasm on his face lets a smile grace your own, “Ohh fun, ok well walk safely, I brought you guys some food, I’ll leave it on the table for when you get back!”

He grins at the thought of not having to worry about breakfast, “Sweet, thanks, I’ll see you guys soon then!” He waves you off with a warm smile as the elevator doors shut.

—

You don’t hear any noise as you open the complex’s door. Once you chuck your slides off you make your way into the kitchen. That’s when you’re able to pick up on the sound of the shower running, ok well at least they’re alive, you think.

You don’t wanna call out any names in fear of accidentally waking someone up, so you resort to quietly knocking on the doors of the two remaining boys. Your first instinct is to knock on Jungwoo’s room. When you don’t hear a response you quietly pry open the door, just enough to get a peek. You allow yourself to come in when you see him lying on the bed, idly scrolling through his phone. He raises his hand when he sees you, motioning for you to join him.

As you settle next to him he drapes his blanket over you, “My head hurts…” His voice is still raspy. You plop your hand on his head, “Have you eaten yet?” He only groans in response, it had no semblance of happiness to it, so you assume he hasn’t. That’s when you perk up, leaning off his bed, “Come on, I brought us some food, let's eat!” It's like a switch was flipped because before you know it, he's running into their shared kitchen, leaving you in the (nonexistent lol) dust.

Jungwoo takes his time to properly set up the meals on the table, and honestly you’re fascinated, because out of all the times you’ve eaten this meal with Mark, it has never been presented like this… The way he's placed everything out on the table really makes it look like some luxurious feast. Your eyes sparkle at his craftsmanship.

He decides to settle down in front of you, taking pride in his work. You can see the glimmer in his eyes as he oggles the food, so you decide to speak up, “You can dig in, I’ll wait for Mark to get out.”

A content sigh leaves his mouth as he looks up at you, “I was really hoping you’d say that, thanks.”

You watch with amusement as his hands dash towards the utensils, “I'll get us something to drink.” He hums, nodding in response, mouth already full of food.

You reach into the cupboards to fish out three glasses, When you spring open the fridge to analyze your options, you’re reminded of the time Yuta had made a funny joke, you decide to adopt it for a second, “Ok, we have Vodka and beer, oh and there’s also some win—“ You’re cut off by stifled coughs, when you turn to peek at Jungwoo you see grains of rice being spewed from his mouth, and you can't help but break out into laughter. He’s hunched over the table, the way his body is spasming makes it seem like he’s improvising a dance move, you have to close your eyes because it’s becoming too much for your stomach to bear.

You anchor yourself against the countertops to remain upright, attempts to regulate your breaths are being made but you’re failing pretty miserably. Between the coughs and laughter, you fail to notice that Mark had made his way into the kitchen. He must’ve heard the commotion as he was leaving the shower.

When you hear Jungwoo hoarsely call out his name you turn your head around, the tears accumulated while laughing at Jungwoo cloud your vision momentarily, so you blink a little, bringing a finger up to your eyes to wipe them away.

You suck in a deep breath before clearing your throat. “Hey Ma—“ You wish there was a warning or something before you laid your eyes on him.

He just stands there observing the two of you for a moment, the only garments that cover his body are two towels, a small one that drapes across his shoulders, and another one that's hanging incredibly low, just enough to cut off your view of the veins trailing down his v-line. The small droplets of water that he failed to dry off make it look like he’s twinkling. His body is slim but toned, the result of years of dancing for hours at a time, you can only assume.

You gulp before speaking up, you decide to fix your gaze the floor, or really anywhere that isn’t in Mark's general direction, “Umm hey, I brought us some food, uhh— you can finish getting ready, I was just serving us drinks.” '

“No dude I’m literally starving, Iets eat.”, He sits himself down at the table.

I suppose that’ll have to work…

You serve some juice into three cups and move towards the table, Goddamn it, why did he have to sit himself next to me?

When handing off the cups, you let out a small yelp when you see that Jungwoo’s bowl is cleared, “You’re done already?!” He only chuckles as he brings the cup to his mouth, chugging it in like three gulps, “Ahhhh~ seriously, thank you, it was the meal of the century! I’m gonna go ahead and take a shower now, I’ll be out in a bit.”

Fuck, hes going to leave me with him, ALONE?

You mumble your response, “Ah- yeah ok sure, we’ll be here.”

When Jungwoo’s out of sight you point out to Mark, “He’s not here anymore, you can take his spot now.”

He doesn’t spare you a glance, blowing on the warm broth that’s floating in his spoon, “I’m okay right here, you can move if you want though.”

Your voice is quite meek now, “Oh no—It's... I was just saying.”

He only hums at your statement.

A thick haze of tension fills the room. It’s painfully quiet, all that can be heard is hushed slurping accompanied by the sound of the water running from Jungwoo’s shower.

It's taking you every fiber in your being to not let your eyes drop in between his legs, yeah you’ve known Mark since you guys were kids but you’ve never seen so much of him so up close, there was never an instance that called for it.

Naturally you cave, I mean you’re only human, you’re just curious that's all. Just one peek, it’ll be short, no harm no foul, right?

Fuck. Big miss steak…

No way that’s real, he's got to have shoved something up there, your brain is making up any excuse at this point, refusing to face the reality of it all.

You take your lower lip into your mouth, your small peek is lasting longer than you might’ve intended, not that you’re aware of this though, you’re too busy trying to visualize what it would look like under the thin fabric of the towel. It's hugging his flesh just enough for you to see the outline of the head of his dick, you let out the slightest gasp when you catch that it twitches under your observant gaze.

Mark clears his throat and that’s what snaps you out of your trance. You immediately straighten out, eyes focusing only at the bowl in front of you now.

Shit. Did he catch me? No, it's just a reaction from eating, he probably got some sort of spice stuck in his throat… I mean everyone does it, Jungwoo did it earlier— It's fine really, I’m just overthinking it—

“Who went with you to pick up the food?”

You attempt to beckon your composure, swallowing some saliva before you answer him, “Just me, the boys wanted some too so I called in the order, the owner said hi by the way..”

He finds an ounce of relief at the thought that you hadn’t invited anyone to your special spot, maybe it was sacred for you too, he thought.

When you don't get a verbal response you look up at him, catching the way he’s smiling at the bowl, his expression dissipates any sort of uncomfortability that was once present, and you notice that you’re able to breathe in peacefully now.

You exhale tranquilly, “To be honest I initially just wanted to go to get some food for us, but it seemed rude to not offer it to anyone else, you know?”

A light smile tugs at his lips, “For us?”

You bring your spoon up to his face, leaning into him, “Don't think for a second I forgot how you treated me last night! I brought it for us so we could talk about it, like how cops give their captives food in the interrogation rooms, I won't be shy about it Mark, I did this to butter you up.”

He grimaces, partly because of his actions, and partly because he remembered how Haechan was all over you… He’s about to answer you and that’s when it hits him,

Now that you’re this close to him he’s able to see that you were, in fact, wearing Haechan’s clothes.

His eyes widened at the realization. The cogs in his head are beginning to turn, his heart rate picks up, but he doesn’t say anything just yet, maybe there’s a perfectly normal reason for you to be wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to believe what his thoughts are maliciously whispering into his head. Haechan had gotten the best of him at times but he doesn’t want to believe he’d snagged you in the process.

No, Haechan didn’t get to know you that way. No, that can’t be it.

He doesn’t think before the next few words leave his mouth,

“Did you sleep with him?”

You pull back, wide eyed, Huh? Sleep with him? Sleep with who?

“Haechan?”

“Yes, did you sleep with him?”

You’re at a loss for words, the question only echoes in your head, what does he mean, “Did I sleep with him?” Why is he asking this? More importantly, why can you hear the familiar tinge of jealousy coating his words?

You two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, ragged breaths serve as your only form of communication. Your stomach is in knots, why can’t I just say that we didn’t sleep together? It’s the truth…

He gives you a couple minutes before he decides to interpret your silence as a yes. He pulls away from you, making sure to get a good grip on his towel as he makes a beeline to his room.

The sound of the door shutting serves as a play button, with that, you’re finally able to move again. You shift your gaze to your bowl, and that’s when realization sets in for you. Everything from last night begins to come together, he must’ve seen you and Haechan dancing together… Is that what set him off?

Mark… Had feelings for you?

You’re stuck in the kitchen replaying past memories of you two together. There were times where you’d seen him as a bit more than a friend, but he never did anything concrete enough for you to believe that assumption, so you convinced yourself it was nothing, a fleeting feeling you thought, something that would eventually pass. You guys were kids after all.

… Did it ever pass?

Your feet move before your brain commands them to, they lead you to his room. You didn’t have a plan as to what you’d say, you kind of just hoped the words would formulate themselves once you saw him.

That was not the case…

You barge into his room, he doesn’t react to your entrance. His back is facing towards you, sitting on the edge of his bed hunched over, you take notice of his knuckles going white at the sheer force he’s gripping the covers with. You don't say anything as you let yourself in, gently closing the door behind you.

He hears your footsteps quietly approaching but he doesn’t move, when you stand in front of him, you wait for a response, any type of acknowledgment would suffice, but there’s nothing, no movements, you’re only met with silence. He can’t bring himself to look at you.

You kneel down in front of him to where his gaze is fixed, waiting for a moment to see if he’d meet your eyes on his own, but he doesn’t.

You're the first to break the silence, “No.”

He peels his gaze from the floor, despondent eyes finally connect with your own, “No?”

Something about his expression breaks your heart, feeling the need to clarify, “I didn’t sleep with him.”

He surveys your face, you bite your cheek at his unwavering attention.

This is his chance, maybe it was his reaction to seeing you in someone else’s clothes that got him feeling a bit impulsive, maybe it was the way you had come back to give him clarification on his question, or maybe it's the fact that hiding his feelings for you was finally beginning to consume him,

The position you were in was not helping him sort out his thoughts. Peering up at him from between his legs with wide eyes, It was all becoming too much for him. He lowered his head to meet eye to eye with you, he cards a hand through your hair. Inching towards you until his soft lips are mere millimeters apart from yours, his voice is barely audible when he lets out the following words,

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't even think twice before you wrap your lips onto his. Your skin pebbles at the contact, the smell of his shampoo is overcoming your senses, god, he feels so good against you.

You’re not sure whether to stand or stay kneeling and it’s as if he reads your mind because he pulls you onto him, you both grunt as your bodies collapse into the mattress.

Warm hands explore the expanse of his body, you can feel his muscles flex under your fingertips at each slight graze and its beginning to light something in you. Slowly, you drag your fingers against his collar bones before you bring one down to his pectoral. When you graze over his nipple he moans into the kiss, you can’t help the smile that grows on your face as you’re pressed against his lips, making sure to pull away to get a look at his flustered face.

Your chests raise and fall in rhythm, your curiosity gets the best of you, “How long?”

He doesn’t get what you’re referencing, so he makes an educated guess, “How long? I mean I’ve never really measured it?”

The sudden laughter you let out on top of him lets him know he’s said the wrong thing, a shy smile tugs at his lips before he looks off to the side, pinching his eyes shut. You don't dwell on it too much though, saving him from embarrassment by capturing his lips into a heated kiss.

His need for more become evident as he grasps at your hips, his grip is unrelenting, so much so that you can feel the unique patterns of his fingerprints branding themselves into your skin as he slowly begins to grind you onto his dick. When you feel him twitch under you, you press down harder, needing to feel as much as you can with the towel in between you both.

His voice is hoarse as he speaks into the kiss, “Ah—Fuck.” Hearing those words leave his mouth sends a new gush of wetness to your underwear, the stickiness is beginning to become unbearable. Every receptor in your body is aching for more so just give into their incessant pleas, pulling away from the kiss, closing in on his ear to breathlessly let out your next couple of words, “God, Mark can you please fu—“

“MARK!”

The sudden booming voice startles you both, causing you to focus your attention towards the door. When the voice doesn’t call out again, he brings his hands up to your face, pulling you into a kiss again. As you begin to regain some of your momentum the voice chimes in again,

“MAAARK!!”

You pull away and he lets out an exasperated sigh, “Let me just go see what he wants.”

You nod, letting yourself up off him and he quickly leaves to see what was up.

In his absence, reality begins to set in a little more faster than you would have liked, it hits you twice as hard when you think about what happened not even an hour ago with Haechan.

What am I doing?

When Mark rushes back into his room, you're gone. He searches the entirety of their apartment only to not find a single trace of you. He even goes as far as to check the outer hallways, but still, nothing.

Where’d you go?

Once it hits him that you’re really gone he stomps back to his room, mostly out of anger, why did I do that?

The impact of the door colliding with the threshold causes a few of his hanging frames to rattle, not that he notices, or even cares for them at the moment.

As he settles on the edge of the mattress the towel loosens at his hips, he winces when his dick springs free, coming into contact with the chilled apartment air. He lays back onto his mattress, shutting his eyes, hoping that would relieve him of all the depraved thoughts running rampant in his head right now.

It does not.

Closing his eyes, he sees you now more than ever. The smell of you lingers in his room, heightening his hallucinations. You’re not there but he’s able to feel the way your fingers glided across his skin, he twitches remembering the heat of your body on top of his.

I can’t take this…

He needs to finish what you both started.

A shallow breath escapes his lips as he brings a hand to the base of his cock, it's pathetic how much relief the simple action brings, but he’s not in the mood for scolding himself right now, that can wait for later.

The precum that’s dribbled down his shaft allows him to smoothly glide his fist up and down his dick. After a few pumps he pauses at his pulsing head, shuddering as he slowly lugs his thumb over it, “Ah— shit..” the words are breathless as they leave his mouth. He gives up on the action when he realizes it isn’t bringing him the satisfaction he’s yearning for, settling on pumping once again.

As he picks up his pace he can't help but wonder how you’d feel around him, a million times better than his own hand no doubt, but he’s gotta make due with what he’s got.

Fuck, he thinks about what it would feel like to have your warm walls clenching around him, would they even be able to accommodate him? He stills when a sudden thought pops up, were you a virgin?

That sent him into a frenzy to say the least.

One hand isn’t enough anymore, he brings the other in to assist, balling them into a fist to simultaneously twist as he drags them up and down his shaft. His grip is tight, pumping implacable. Replaying the sound of your voice in his ear is enough to have him fucking up into his hands. The beads of sweat he’s built up are slowly beginning to trickle down his skin, “oh, fuck— so close”, the words manage to escape through his gritted teeth.

Self restrained whimpers turn into blatant groans when he pictures you under him, milking him for all he’s worth. It's not too much is it? You can handle it, right?

Before the fictional you provides an answer he comes undone, your name stitched together with his favorite curse words spill from his mouth like some sort of chant, his release lands on his sculpted midsection. His legs tremble but only for a couple seconds before they calm down. If anyone were to bear witness to his state they’d think they were looking at a sacred piece of art, Greek sculptors would’ve killed for this live study. Beads of sweat adorned his body, sticky bangs draped against his forehead, and his abdomen is contracting with each labored breath he pushes out.

When he unscrewed his eyes the natural sunlight seeping in was almost blinding. He has to lay in silence for a couple of minutes before he’s able to send signals to his brain to wipe himself with his towel. Once clean, he throws on whatever garments he pulls out first from his drawers, quickly shuffling to take a seat at his desk.

The thoughts he’s having are too much to speak aloud, so he satiates the little voice in his head by scribbling them in the little blue notebook that lives on his desk, something he found that helped him sort out his emotions. He’s struggling to keep up with his mind but eventually he gets all of it out, a wave of relief washes over him as he places the final period on the lined piece of paper. Alleviation encapsulates his being as he slumps into the little wooden chair.

Reality interjects with his peace all too quickly though, not only did you two share a moment, but he just fucked himself to the thought of you. Jesus… He searches for his phone and immediately clicks onto your contact page, the line trills in his ear,

He’s met with your voice, only it’s the pre recorded version of it. He tries again, ring ring ring, nothing.

Immediately he enters into panic, instinctive strides head for the door. As his hand is about to make contact with the doorknob he remembers, your location! He darts back to his phone that rested on the desk. Fingers move to open the find my friends app, when he sees your little blue dot walking the familiar route to your home his mind is put at ease. He keeps it open until he sees you’re a few blocks from your house.

He understood if you didn’t want to talk right now, he had to sort everything in his little blue notebook, maybe you needed to do your version of that too. Whatever the case may be, he’d wait; days, months, a million lifetimes, whatever ridiculous measure of time that was necessary, because for you? It would be worth the wait.

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That’s a wrap! So many mixed emotions, let’s just hope you don’t drown in them…

How on earth will she ever face the two again?

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