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mayaflowerxs · 2 years

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GLASSES & JEALOUSY

Synopsis: You’re in a great relationship w/ the team captain Mark Lee. But there’s something keeping you two from moving forward, a hint of jealousy and the old childhood friend.

Warning: Smut! Like lots of it. Bit of angst and harassment involved. Obsessive behavior, stuck up kid, complications, jealousy , neglect, Creampie, choking, use of ‘baby’ & more. Religion involvement. Corruption kink. (It’s literally so bad I’m so sorry!)

Pairing: Mark x shy ‘innocent’ reader

Read this first to better understand -> YANGYANG

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Fuck Mark!”

You yell out in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, hands gripped on the sides of the sink. Legs wrapped around your boyfriends who’s currently balls deep in you. Your glasses slowly falling off of your face. Oh god just seeing you like this had Mark coming right then and there. The adrenaline rush becoming too much for him.

He absolutely loves how fucked out you look because of him. You see you’re like the school’s it girl. Highest grades of the entire school. Never once missed school nor gotten any referrals of any kind. The sweetest and some might even say the most ‘innocent’ girl in the campus. You can do no harm and will do anything to help others. All you want is to go to your dream university and live a great life because of education. Yeah no. When Mark set his eyes on you it was in the 9th grade. He just got into the team but in order to get himself situated he had to hand his forms into the coach who was at the time printing more scouting papers, who would later file them into the school system. When entering he saw you in there reading. He didn’t know who you were since you came from a different middle school.

It all progressed when he started asking around and later figured out who you were. Your name stuck in his head. And when he learned more about you his fantasy in becoming friends with you and maybe even be more than friends progressed. His dream came true when you two became friends by the end of the year and spent all summer hanging out. He was your first and took his absolute time with you. Making his goal to taint each and every part of you one by one. He loves how cute and adorable you get when it comes to your studies and passion for your future. But it becomes so overbearing he has to fuck the overwhelming feeling into your poor little pussy. And now here you two are.

In the 11th grade with him fucking your brains out in the shower rooms. Mark just won yet another game the fourth time in a row and is currently celebrating it with you having your walls tightly wrapped around him. “God I love your cute ass” he whispers into your ear. Nose colliding into yours as he pounds into you harder. Your tiny moans filling into his ears as it only encourages him more to have you sobbing for him. “Markie it’s too much baby.” Your mewls barely go heard. Growling, he pulls your shirt down and proceeds to suck your tits. Making sure to have your chest filled with marks everywhere. A reminder for the next time he has you this way how good he fucked you the previous time.

“Markie!” You gasp, arms wrapped around him tightly as your orgasm gets the best out of you. “Yes baby. Fuck I love you, god I love that sweet cunt of yours.” He rants. Feeling delirious the more he fucks his orgasm into you. “Shit. Shit!” Attaching his mouth into your neck as his load explodes into the condom. Both of you guys breathing heavily as sweat consumes you guys. Pulling him off of your shoulder, you pull him eagerly into a kiss. Loving those sweet lips that makes you dizzy for more. Pulling back slowly, his once lustful eyes are back to his cute dorky self. “Cutie” he mumbles softly. Giggling, you become shy and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Laughing, feeling his chest rumble softly. He sets you down softly. Planting a loving kiss to your temple.

“We better get going. One of the guys might come in. Don’t want them seeing you like this.” Nodding, you start to dress yourself up. In the mirror, you see yourself. Hair disheveled but makeup still on point. Fixing it a bit you also fix the position that your glasses were currently like. Pulling up your skirt and short sweater that showed a bit of the hickies Mark left you. Smiling contently when you feel your baby’s arms wrap around you. Kissing your shoulders softly. “Why must you wear such revealing clothes?” He asks you in mumbles. Catching it still, you snort and turn to face him. “What?” “You just look so damn ravishing it’s hard to not fuck that cute pussy of yours.” Smacking his chest you scold him, “Mark!” “What? I’m just saying. You know I don’t lie baby.” “Yes but do you have to be so blunt and bold?” “Baby I just fucked you in the shower room and you’re worried that I’m being too bold?” Lost for words, you shrug your shoulders and cuddle yourself into his chest.

He laughs and hugs you tightly. “Just wish you wouldn’t wear this type of clothing” he tells you. Lifting a bit of your skirt, getting a peek at your red thong. Holding back a groan and eyes rolling to the back to his head. “Does it bother you that much?” “No, but the guys at school are pigs, who knows what they’re thinking when they see you.” “So you’re embarrassed of me?” You tell him slowly. Pulling back to face him. “No! Of course not it’s just you know how the boys in school are-“ “And I need to change because of how the boys act? It’s not my fault the male species are pigs and can’t be decent people for once.” “Baby don’t take it the wrong way-“ “Mark have you seen the way girls behave towards you? They kiss each and every floor tile you’ve ever stepped on. The way they drool over you when you take your gear off and your stomachs gets exposed for like a second yet you don’t change your ways.”

“Yeah but that’s different-“ “Different?” “Baby please hear me out-“ “You know Mark I don’t understand really. You don’t want me wearing these sorts of clothes because you’re afraid boys might think dirty things of me or try to do something to me. Yet it’s not a problem when girls do it? Have you ever stopped to think how I feel? How you don’t seem to care when they do the same thing you’re afraid guys will do to me?” Going quiet, you scoff and pick up your bag off the ground. “Call me when you’re done being hypercritical.” Walking out the shower rooms. You make your way out. Ignoring his calls after you. Getting in your car, you quickly get out of the lot before he reaches your vehicle. Seeing a hurtful looking Mark in front of the stadium.

After hours since you got home to an empty house, you hear your door bell ring. Getting out of your seat from your current studying. You go down the stairs and open the door only to be met by a regretful Mark in frame. A clear vase with stickers filled with pretty cosmos. A bag of gooddies hanging on his arm. “Forgive me please?” Grabbing the vase from him, you let him in and close the door behind him. Walking past him and into the kitchen, where you add a bit of water for your favorite flowers and leave them by the window sink. Turning around, there stood a pouty Mark. Face to face where they were only centimeters away. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you and I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I just worry for you and don’t want you to get hurt by those jerks. I’m also sorry for not doing anything when girls do that to me I promise I won’t let them get away with it-“ cutting him off, you wrap an arm around his head and pull him into you.

Dropping the back of food on the floor, he grabs your waist and picks you up. Arms underneath your bottom as you deepen the kiss. A sigh leaves his mouth, already have missed your lips. Pulling away when you guys were running out of breath. “So…am I forgiven?” Giggling, you nod and kiss his nose. “Yes you big awkward baby.” Rubbing noses with him, he chuckles and flashes you that cute smile you fell so madly in love with. “Good because I couldn’t go on with my day knowing you were upset with me.” “Well i’m not anymore.” “Want to Netflix and Chill?” He asks you, wiggling his brows at you. You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Get those dirty ideas out of your head!” “I can’t you’re too hot to not think this way. So…yeah?” Biting your lip, you nod at him. Not needing any verbal words. He sets you on the ground and picks up the bag of food.

Squealing when he picks you up suddenly. Legs on his shoulders as he runs up the stairs and into your room. Closing it behind him and plops you onto the bed. Grabbing your remote, he gets comfortable in your bed and turns on the tv while you go through the bag he brought. He knew exactly your favorite kinds of snacks and bought each and every single one of them including his jersey. “What?” Showing it to him, he looks over and sees you holding his shirt. “Oh yeah, I know how much you love wearing my jersey and since I had to wear it today, I washed it and brought it back so you can continue wearing it.” He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. Not seeing them turn a slight shade of pink because you began to take off your shirt. That same groan he held back earlier wanting to erupt again when he saw your matching red bra. Putting on his jersey, you threw your shirt on your dirty basket of clothes. Climbing on Mark’s lap in which he swallows. Eyes rested on you. “You do know that we haven’t gone to the Netflix part yet right?” Laughing, you couldn’t contain it, snuggling him in kisses he laughs with you and hugs you tightly.

“God I love you, you know that?”

“Sure do handsome”

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“Mark my p-parents - oh fu- Are here.” You say in between gasps. Jersey lifted to reveal your bra, in Mark’s fists as he has you pinned onto the bed. With a rapid pace he is ramming into you. His chain dangling, every once and a while coming contact with your cheek.

Not being able to get through the movie you two chose to watch. “Come on baby, cum for me.” He says. Breath hitched as he concentrates in satisfying his baby and him. Ignoring the fact that your parents were home and most likely going to check up on you. Mouth wide open as you became lost for words. “Markie we’re going to get caught-“ feeling your orgasm hit you, legs wrap tightly around his waist as he grabs your wrists and interlocks his hands with yours. In your ear, he mumbles how good you’re taking him. “Y/n sweetie! We’re home!” You hear your mother call out to you from down the hall. “Markie-“ “Fuck baby I’m coming shit!” He whispers.

“Hi sweetie!”

“H-Hi mom!” You tell her. Opening the door to your room in which you are on your bed. The movie still playing and your snacks displayed out on your bed. “Having a movie night?” “Yep, thought I should treat myself tonight.” “I’m glad, me and your father brought Chinese food if you want some?” “I’m okay thank you.” “Of course it’ll be on the counter if you want it later. Is that a jersey?” “Oh yeah, my favorite team” You tell her nervously. “And Mark I’m assuming is your favorite player?” “Yep!” “That’s nice, well I’ll let you back to your movie and snacks. Night sweetie.” “Night mom!” closing the door behind her, you let out the breath you had held in. Mark crawls out from under your bed. Smirking as he climbs back onto the bed he just fucked you in.

“Oh no mister no more dirty humping for today.” Whining, he gets under the blankets and cuddles. “But not even-“ “No” “How about if I eat you o-“ “Mark!” You scold him in whispers. “Alright fine but tomorrow if I’m horny can’t promise you I can keep it down.” “Markie if you wake up with blue balls and close to tears I might just think about it.” Huffing, “So I’m your favorite player huh?” “Actually no it’s Sungchan but since I don’t have his jersey -ouch!” Feeling him smack your bum when he heard you mention Sungchan he holds you tightly and kisses your jawline. “I’m kidding baby” you snicker at him. “You better be. Can’t be naming my teammates especially when I just fucked you in my jersey.” Blushing, you looked away from him.Giggling at you, he runs a hand through your hair and feeds himself. “So cute.” Ending the night with a cuddling boy in your arms.

In a hurry, you rush into the corridors of the school. Always liking to get to school a little earlier than most kids arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings was already late for you. Rushing to your locker you huff as you try to open it. Frowning when it wouldn’t budge you begin to tug at it, “Open” you say underneath your breath. “Left baby.” You hear your boyfriends voice come from behind. Furrowing your brow you step aside as he opens your locker for you. “Since when have you known my code?” “Since that pretty little head of yours tends to have trouble holding in anymore info.” With a smile you boop his nose and begin grabbing the items needed for your first period. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist he nuzzled his head in your shoulder. Rocking the both of you slowly side to side. “Is there something you want to tell me babe?” Closing the locker behind you, books propped against your chest.

Gladly taking them out of your arms, Mark holds your stuff as he leans in and pecks a kiss on your lips. Cheeks becoming rosy as you still aren’t too used to the affection. No matter how long you two have been together you still can’t get over how flustered you get when he shows you affection. Mark wasn’t seen as the type. And even before you two dated you thought Mark wasn’t into you by how distant he was. As if there was a border between you two. The first ever pda he showed you was right before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Rubbing away the ice cream on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. Even the memory of it still has your stomach all tingling. Propping your nose higher on your nose, you mutter a small thank you to him.

“Remember the newest friend I made yesterday?” “Oh yeah who helped knock some sense into you?” With a short chuckle he nods. “Can you uh, help her fit in with us? I mean given that you’re one of the few girls in the group and I know she’ll need a new girl friend and all, I mean that’s if you’re totally fine with that. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything-“ pecking his cheek you giggle and nod. “So cute when you ramble.” Groaning he turns away from you. “Y/n!” “What?” You laugh. Seeing how shy and nervous he gets when you return the affection, not really handling it well which results in him to become pouty. “Okay where can I meet her?” “Her locker should be somewhere near the entrance.” Nodding you go to grab your books from him but it only results in him backing away. “I’ll take these.“ “But-“ “Nothing. We have first period together so you go get yourself a friend and I’ll see you in a few okay?” Nodding you smile at him as you part ways with him.

“Since when do you bring your stuff with you minutes before the bell?” Jeno raises his brow. “Oh come on Jeno don’t be so slow. Don’t you see how nice and organized the notebooks are? Mark couldn’t have done that.” Scoffing at Ten he sets the books down and takes a seat next to the guys. Haechan and Sungchan were currently out on the grass playing a simple game of catching and throwing a football. Picking up one of the notebooks, Winwin reads it out loud. “Y/n.” “Aww!“ Haechan says loudly. “So cute you’re even carrying her stuff, my boy is whipped!” He screams, shaking his hands in adoration. “Shut it.” Mark huffs. Having to put up the rest of the minutes with their constant teasing he rushes out as soon as the bell rings. Shaking his head when he hears them say, ‘Go Jack! Run to Rose!’

“So how’d it go?” Mark asks setting your stuff down. Having seats next to each other you look up at him with a pleased smile. “She’s sitting with us at lunch.” Tilting your head to the side and flashing him a smile. A habit you do when you’re content. Chuckling he nods, “I’m glad you two got along.” “Baby?” “Yeah?” “You’re books…” looking down at his desk the realization that he forgot his stuff at the locker settled in. Jumping out of his seat, “Oh shit!” Running past the teacher who had just entered, freezing mid greeting when he looks at his student rush out the classroom in confusion. Looking back at you which he knew he spent most of his time with, you only sit back in your seat and giggle.

“Markie we have to go back.” You whimper. Trying to push him back and walk out, he grips his hold on either side of you. Caging you as he continues to assault your neck. “We still have three more minutes.” “Yes but we need to get our stuff and go to lunch. You know I have to find my new profound friend-“ gasping when Mark picks you up and puts his crotch against your heat. “Feel that my love?” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “You did that.” You felt dirty. You shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that this isn’t the first time is even more wrong. You go to church, the people there see you as goodie two shoes and now here you are making out with the ice hockey team captain. You should be shoving away and say to wait til after school but the proximity of being so close to him can send you haywire. Head fuzzy as all you feel is lust. “Don’t you want me?” He asks you in a low tone. Whimpering as he puts more pressure on you. You wanted him but the many risks you guys had taken was too many. But you wanted him close, you wanted his mouth all over you.

“Markie your mouth.” “What about it baby? Say it. Say what’s on your mind.” Seeing the smirk on his face he expected you to beg him to do something to you. While on campus he’s seen as this dominant guy. Who knows what he wants and will fight for it. Knows how to take control and won’t put up with anyones bull. Whereas at home he becomes this pup who constantly wants your attention. Pouting when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back quickly after he says it. Lifting up your shirt, you pull your bra down. Mark’s breathing becoming raggedy as soon as you reveal your breasts in front of him. Brushing a hand through his hair you lift his chin to look at yours. That damn innocent look that’s naturally there on your face looking at his heated face. “Please suck me.” You plead him. With a groan, he feels his pants tighten. Most definitely getting blue balls.

Without another say. He leans his head down and begins sucking on your tits. Squeezing the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Slowly grinding into you as he only gets more sexually frustrated. Sucking harder and harder the more he thinks about fucking his cock in between your tits. Your moans getting louder, he looks up at you. The stern look he gives at his team mates to quit it was thrown at you. The small custodian room can only hold so much noise. Mouth wide open when he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Hickies forming everywhere, hearing the bell ring you whine. You wanted more time with him. God damn it you wanted him to fuck you right then and there but that couldn’t be possible. “Come on Mark-“ a sound of disapproval when you try to pull him off you. Pulling you closer with his arms as he as he buries himself in your breasts.

When he felt content that is when he pulls away. A proud smile on his face when he sees you tired out, chest heaving as there were beautiful purple marks on your chest. Cupping your face he kisses your face gently. “My baby.” He coos. Helping you to fix yourself up you two walk out after making sure no one was around.

“What’s going on?” You ask Mark. Both girls rush out while a confused Yangyang stands alone. Mark shakes his head, if only his friend really got the hint. “What?” Yangyang asks him. “And I thought I was slow.” Tilting his head at your boyfriend. Mark turns to you and smiles at you warmly. Pulling you in his lap as you happily ate your lunch. Kissing your shoulder gently while conversing with the guys. “Jeno gimme.” You huff when he keeps snatching a utensil out of your tray. Chuckling he continues to pester you. Finding humor in your annoyance. Wincing when he feels a kick on his shin. Looking over and seeing your boyfriend continue to talk with the other guys as if he wasn’t the one who kicked Jeno. Finding it boring, Jeno gives your stuff back and finishes up the homework needed to be due in math. “Still struggling?” Scoffing he nods. “You don’t know it.” “Why don’t you ask your best friend?” Shaking his head softly as he stares at his nails. “She’s too busy with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t even have the time.” He says with a sigh. It was no news that Jeno has had the biggest crush on his girl best friend but it seems that she’s never returned the feelings. Boyfriend after boyfriend he had to come face to and never once was he one of them. What really broke him is when he accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend making out. It still hurts him but his only way to cope is to imagine him being in her boyfriends shoes. Him being the one to make out with her and love her.

With sadden eyes you reach over and rest your hand on top of his. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How heart breaking it would be to see Mark with other girls and never once seeing you as an option. A potential crush even. Mark didn’t need an explanation to know what you were thinking, with a hand rubbing your side you look back at him and see him sending you a soft warm filled smile. Returning it, you blow him a kiss and continue eating.

Jogging onto the park grounds. You rush to the swings, in a race to beat Mark to them. “I won! You’re slow.” You shake your head in fake disappointment. With a smug look, he accepts the defeat. He knew obviously if he were to actually try, you wouldn’t even make it to the grass while he had already gotten to the swings. Love seeing the pure happiness on you was all he ever cared for. Strived for too. “Oh darn baby I’m losing it.” He sighs while walking over to the swing next to you.

“Push me Mark.” Quirking a brow at you, he chuckles. “Aren’t you big enough to swing yourself.” Pouting, you huff and go to push yourself. Looking up when you feel a hard surface hit your back. Well more like Mark’s abs. Taking a hold of the chains, he lifts you up and begins to push you. Loving how nice the air felt each time you went down. Laughing each time he tickles you once you meet back to him. wanting nothing but take a picture of the scene, Mark can only stare in awe. Not realizing his love for you is only expanding rapidly.

“Okay! Okay let me push you.” You announce, trying to stop yourself from swinging. He grabs on the chain, taking your spot. You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing his temple, you go to pull back and begin pushing him. “Markie.” You giggle when he keeps a hand on your hand. Attacking you in kisses all over your face. Desperately trying to hide your face in his neck from the sudden attack. Finally letting his hold on you go, you fix your hair. Laughing along Mark who only teases how flustered you already got because of him.

While doing so, your smile drops immediately when catching sight with someone from church. Better yet from your religious classes, son of your parents friends, Eric. You didn’t really have a problem with him but a bad trait of his was that he used every single information about you to your own disadvantage. Anything about you he uses to get you in trouble if you needed to. In this case, Mark would be the cause for you being heavily grounded and shamed for. You weren’t allowed to date until you became of age and lose your virginity until marriage. Your parents even bought you a purity ring, and while they believe you’re keeping this holy promise. Mark laughs mockingly at the ring every time he’s pounding you onto any surface he happened to push you up on. Mark knew of you keeping your guys relationship a secret and he isn’t upset. Instead he’s very understanding, but Eric. He’s never met Eric. And god what an awful timing.

“Mark walk away, quickly.” “Why? Something wrong?” Tapping his shoulder to quickly get him up. He does so upon filled with confusion. Muttering lots of ‘what’ and ‘everything okay’s, pushing him to get going but it became too late when Eric had caught sight on you.

“Y/n! Wow long time no see!” He greeted you. “Oh! Hey Eric! I see you’ve changed, like loads of it.” Waving you off, Eric was no longer the scrawny boy he was back in your guys religious class. He too worse glasses and now changed to contact. Curly brown hair now straightened and jet black. Muscles blushing from his arms and seemed to have grown 5 inches. “You too, I see you still keep the glasses around though.” He playfully nudges the glasses you’ve had for years now. Swatting his hand you groan. Rolling your eyes playfully you smile at him awkwardly. Forgetting what was at stake, Eric’s eyes set onto Mark’s awkward figure. Still having no clue who the hell Eric was to you.

“And this must be…?” “Cousin!…my cousin’s friend. Yeah, he uh has trouble with his math homework but given it’s too stressful for him we’re hear to kinda help him relax a bit.” You chuckle nervously. Eyeing you, Eric nods reluctantly. “Oh…okay. Well whenever you’re done tutoring him contact me. Definitely need help on my homework too, Bio really can be a pain.” “Will do.” “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/n, bye…” “Mark.” He says seriously. No smile, no expression. Nodding, “Mark. Nice seeing you two…oh and by the way what cousin of yours exactly?” “Jeno’s! Yeah pretty tight friends. Why?” “Oh nothing. Just wondering.” Flashing you one last smile before walking off, you let a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cousin’s friend mhm?” “I’m sorry baby.” You pull him into a hug. “He’s a son of my parents friends. I knew him from my religious classes, always wanted us together. My parents thought me being with a good kid would influence me to be just like him.”

“And you don’t want him knowing about us because…” “C’mon Markie use that big head of yours.” “Wow is my angel catching an attitude?” He raises a brow. You laugh and pat his chest. Resting his forehead on top of yours, staring into your eyes as he waits for you to continue.

“He’s like my parents personal stalker. Anything I do he goes and tells them. Heck I don’t even have to do anything bad but he still manages to make it suspicious enough that my parents scold me for it.” You mutter. “I’m sorry you’re stuck having to put up with that.” Shrugging, he kiss him unexpectedly. “Doesn’t matter I have you…that’s all that matters.” Nodding approvingly, he intertwined your hand with his and left the park. “My place baby? Or do you got to go home.”

Checking the time on your phone, you shrug. “Guess I got some time left before I must actually be home. Your place it is.” Letting you in his car, he closes the door after you buckle up. While he drives off, the familiar bulked figure lingers in the park. Seated on a bench far away, he eyes the leaving vehicle. Didn’t catch you two become cuddling but did see you guys leave. Deep down he knew what you said was a cover up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it all.

Sitting on the cold bleachers. You watch your boyfriend practice with his team mates. Hearing the clashing sounds of bodies hit one another, ice being scraped by the stick. Taking off his helmet, his silver gray hair sticking to his forehead. Chest heaving he looks over to where you sat. Winking at you, dropping the smile when you hear loud squeals come behind you. Turning around, you see three girls had sat behind you. Wondering who they were here for, it was made quite obvious the second Mark had walked up to you. “I’ll be out in 10, wanna wait here?” Silence overtaken the room once the guys had walked into the locker rooms. Feeling the intense stares from the girls behind you, you shyly shake your head. Standing up and going to walk off, Mark grows confused.

Going to run after you, he stops when he hears a voice call for him. “You did great out there.” The one in the middle said seductively, twirling her hair as she flashed her lashes at him. One on her right glares at you as you turned to look back at your boyfriend. Sighing, you don’t let him catch up to you or what you thought he would and leave the stadium.

It definitely took longer than 10 minutes.

And by the time he did finally get out, he wrapped an arm around you. Your energy was lowered and you didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like the reason for it was because of some possessive girls who think they had a shot at your boyfriend. Shaking the terrible feeling off, you go on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Smirking at you, he pulls you closer to him. Kissing your forehead continuously as he moves both of you guys side to side. “Love you baby.” He tells you softly. Lifting your hand up to where his arm rested on your shoulder, you interlock his fingers. “You hungry?” You had asked him. When he nods, you pick up the pace and lead him outside.

“Good because I’m starving and I really wanted to eat at this place I heard from Jeno’s friend. Would really like to check it out.” Following him, the two of you made your way on out. By the next morning, you did your usual routine in getting ready for school. Only this time, going down the stairs you stop as soon as you see Eric standing there with your parents. “Eric?”

Flashing you a smile, your mother besides him claps her hands. “Y/n great news! Eric will be attending your school! Isn’t that great? You two can make up the time you lost and finally reconnect. I’m sure you two will have a blast knowing you guys can spend more time with one another.” Jaw slacking, you merely nod as you watch your parents be glad having Eric to be going to the same school as their daughter. Your father patting his back as he bids you two in a great day at school. “Aren’t you glad sweetie?” Your mother asks you. Eyes silently telling you sternly to say something nice. Nodding, you send a small tight smile at Eric’s way. “Great! Well since he’s already here, I figured he should take you to school.” “Oh mom I don’t think-“ “I’d love to do that.” Eric interrupts you.

Turning your head, you see him already staring right at you. A chill run down your arm at the way his eyes looked at you. As if he was examining every bit of you. Gripping your backpack tighter to you, you nod hesitantly. “Okay then.” With an excited grin, your mother walks the both of you out. Getting into the passenger seat, you look out the window. Not bothering to speak to him and you only wished he didn’t try to make conversation but rather turn up the music.

“So how have you been?” He breaks the tension, barely. Nodding you answer him quickly. “I’ve been okay. Doing me. And you?” “I’ve been good!” The awkward silence began to settle in again and all you could’ve hoped is for the ride to come to an end soon. “So um…why’d you move schools?”

“Well I didn’t really like my old school and my parents said the one you went to was very nice so I had asked them if I can go attend there and they said yes. So now I’m here.” Smiling at you, head turning to you once the car comes to a red stop light. Not speaking anymore, you look out the window once again. Head running through thousands of thoughts. How were you going to keep seeing Mark if Eric’s going to be attending the same school as them. As soon as he finds out the truth you’re done for. Not only that, you knew for a fact Eric will be listening and watching at all times. Worse, your boyfriend happens to be the school’s Hockey team captain. Anyone and everyone speaks on him and his beloved girlfriend even the staffs and teachers.

Biting the inside of your cheek each time your nerves kick in, leg bouncing rapidly. You turn around to look at the boy driving when he begins to chuckle. “What’s got you so nervous?” “Me? Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You shake your head. Fidgeting with your hands, averting your eyes. “Please I know you so well. You’ve always did the little things to tell you right away.” “So you’re saying I have a tell?” “Oh yeah, the leg bouncing, chewing the inside of your cheek, fidget of your fingers and eyes averted all of it. Come on, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Ignoring the compliment, you shrug. Never one to be good at lying you only managed to come up with a decent cover up that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Just wondering how things are going to be with you around.” “Is that bad?” “No! No, it’s just last time we went to the same school was back in elementary school.” “Ah yes 6th grade I remember.” Remembering the memories of you two in elementary, Eric laughs at a faint memory of you both.

“You were so small, you still are but. Everyone saw you as the innocent one, so many wanted to be your friend because you never judged anyone. And still you’re still the ray of sunshine I know you to be as.” His hand rests on your knee momentarily. Heart beat stopping, now even more tended to be near him. You never understood if he was naturally this touchy. But whatever his reason was, you moved your knee away from him. Playing it off to make it seemed like you were adjusting yourself. Seeing the familiar school come into view, you grabbed your backpack and prompt it on your lap. When finding a parking spot, you notice a few had already started staring at the unfamiliar vehicle. You original plan was just to get out, thank him for the ride and go but you knew your conscious wouldn’t let you especially since he’s new.

So when getting out, a few whispers were already starting. You and a new guy which no one ever saw around, people found him attractive. Seeing him help you with your books as he smiles down at you. Something people already consider coupley looking. “Did they break up?” You heard one whisper to their friend and you only hoped Eric didn’t hear it. Picking up speed to go inside, Eric doesn’t speak on it. “Will you help me find my classes?” Looking between him and the hall guiding you to your locker, you wanted to tell him to go to the office, knowing they had students who were qualified to help new students around. But not wanting to seem rude, you merely nod. “Thank you!” He grins at you and follows you to the direction of the office. When entering the staff there ignored you guys. Doing whatever it was on the computer. Hearing Eric clear his throat, the few other students there needing assistance as well watch him through the corner of their eyes.

“Excuse me ma’am, but me and a few other students are in need of assistance and it seems like you can attend us if I’m not mistaken?” The cranky old woman about ready to snap at whoever dared try ‘demanding’ her for help stops herself when seeing him. “Oh! You must be Eric Kim! I’ve met your father, very professional man and if I may admit an overall gentleman. How may I help you?” Ignoring the other students who had arrived before you guys furrow their brow. “Came here for my class schedule miss.” “Oh please call me Mrs. Kang.” “Of course Mrs. Kang.” Seeing how easily Eric manages to woo the cranky staff no one really likes being dealt with, you’re glad you two manage to leave the office rather quicker than you anticipated.

“Wow.” You say. “What?” “Oh it’s just, she’s so…” “Cranky?” “Yeah. And you managed to simply decay all of that.” Laughing he shrugs his shoulders. “You should thank my father, if it wasn’t for him we would still be there waiting.” “Well thank you Mr. Kim.” Handing you his schedule, he begins to ask you series of questions. “Any of them we share together?” “Oh um …well wow we share quite a lot.” “Oh yeah?” Eric’s voice slightly pitched from his usual tone.

“Yeah only classes we don’t share is our last two. Guess first period we should be heading off to.” “Guess we shall-“ “Oh no wait! I have to put some books in my locker.” “Okay well I’ll come with, I mean I don’t know my way around so.” “Okay yeah.”

More whispers were made the more the hallways got packed. Ignoring it, you quickly rushed to your locker. “Woah what’s the rush?” He jokes, leaning on the locker next to yours. “Oh I just don’t like being late it’s all.” Nodding, he watches you take out your stuff in your locker. Grab what you needed, you were ready to close it and go. “Y/n hey!” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning, you come face to Jeno’s best friend. The same one he’s having a crisis loving head over heels for. “Oh hey!” Eyes looking past you, she raises a brow. “Oh! Um this is Eric! He’s a childhood friend of mine. Just transferred today.” “Well hello nice to meet you and hope you have a nice time here. Well I should get going, hey have you seen Jeno by any chance?” “No sorry.” “Oh well, haven’t been able to come in contact with him at all. Hope he’s not ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you? What for?” “Oh well we had this stupid argument last night and- it’s whatever I’ll tell you some other time. Bye you two!” Waving her goodbye you watch her disappear into the crowd of students. Turning to face your friend, you give him an awkward smile as he only simply stares. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah let’s go.” Walking side by side, you two stay quiet for the time it takes you two to get to your class. Eyeing the proximity your shoulders had, when brushing into each other’s you try making more space but it seems the more you guys walk the space keeps lower each time.

“Oh hey, I forgot where’s my locker?” Stopping right in front of the classroom, you sigh and lead him into the direction where his locker was at. “So sorry just got caught up in my own head.” “Don’t apologize, maybe it’s you being nervous. It is your first day here after all.” “Yeah, maybe so.” When opening his locker, you hear the bell ring. Great you’re late. You’re never late to a class. Hope your parents won’t nag you for the first and only tardy you got yourself. “Hey, since it’s my fault you’re late how about you get going.” “But don’t you-“ “We were already right infront of the classroom, I know where it’s at. It’s okay.” Sending you a reassuring beam you nod. “Okay see you in class.”

Rushing back into the direction of your first period. You mutter a quick apology and make your way to your usual seat in the back. The spot you and Mark sit at. You were nervous to what Eric would think and if anything you wanted to advice Mark to act natural but seeing he wasn’t here only had you more anxious. When the door opens you had hoped it was your boyfriend. “My apologies ma’am, it’s my first day and-“ “Oh no need dear! Eric Kim right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Please take any seat, and I’ll be there to catch you up on some lessons yeah?” You were kinda astonished on seeing how easily Eric managed to charm people. Like it was in his genes. Eyes catching yours, he walks over and sits next to you. A few students watched him walk by them, heads turning to follow his every move. Whatever Eric held surely had a hold on anyone really.

“Hey partner.” He greets you. Before you can answer him, the door opens again. Hearing another apology but this time sounded more rushed and out of breath. “So sorry ma’am.” “Fell asleep again Lee?” Your teacher scolded him. Putting his hands up, he grins at her. “Guilty as charged.” A few giggles come out of the girls sitting up from. “Mhm go sit.” Nodding, he makes his way over to his usual seat next to you but freezes mid way when seeing Eric in his spot. Confused and shocked he looks over at you. You didn’t know what to say nor how to act natural with Eric being right besides you. Not getting anything out of you, the teacher scolds him to just sit already. Having no other choice but to sit next to one of the girls who immediately give their friend a giddy expression knowing the Mark Lee is sitting besides her. As the class begins you feel Mark turn back and give you a few glances. Still wondering what Eric your childhood friend was doing here all of a sudden but you don’t give him any glancing back as you also noticed Eric constantly turning his head to look at you.

Oh how awkward it was getting now. If only you could prepare yourself from the madness that was about to occur soon.

For most of the day, Eric was attached to your hip. It seemed wrong just how much you wanted him to leave even for a short amount of time and what made things worse is your friends silently asking you for an explanation. You felt Mark watching your every move and anytime he wanted to walk over to you, your eyes would widen and shake your head at him. By lunch hour, Mark sat at his usual table. Glaring daggers behind the head of the new guy whose back was facing him. He had asked you who you normally sit with and thankfully your friend managed to sit beside you in a whole different table, alongside her was Yangyang.

The spork in a tight grip as he watches Eric getting too close to his girlfriend. “What’s up with the new guy? How does four eyes know him?” Jeno tells him. The pet name is what he’s called you for years now. “Said he’s the son of her parents friends. Don’t know why he suddenly moved here but I can’t be seen with her when he’s around.” “Wow that must suck, especially with him practically hogging over her.” A slight pinch from Ten and Jeno winces. “Don’t worry about it Mark, I’m sure he’ll find friends and leave her alone. Gosh it’s pretty funny how jealous you get.” When seeing you get up and make your way out of the cafeteria, Mark ignores the rest of his friends and follows you.

About ready to enter the woman’s bathroom, you shriek when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips immediately imprinting light kisses on your neck. Giggling, you pick up the familiar cologne and snuggle into your boyfriends embrace. “Miss you.” He mutters into your neck. Rocking you two slightly side by side. “I missed you more. Really wanted to hug you, to kiss you.” A kiss to the lips and Mark groaned. Something about you had him driven crazy and with a simple kiss he already wanted to do such dirty actions to prove his love for you.

“Why’s he here?” He tells you. “Eric?” Nodding merely, you see the seriousness in his face. “Well he said he wanted to go to a better school and his parents agreed this school was it.” “What does that mean for us?” “What do you mean?” “Baby you said he can’t see us…like this.” Sighing, you turn around to face Mark. Cupping his face you peck his nose.

“I know Markie but it’s only temporary. He’ll find friends and with due time, I can hopefully trust him enough to tell him about us. Pray he won’t tell my parents.” Nodding reluctantly, Mark kisses you again. Pulling your waist closer to him, you moan when feeling his crotch grow. “Dirty boy.” You tell him. Sucking on your neck, he hugs you tightly to him. “You love me.” Giggling, you quickly pull away when you hear voices come into the hallway. A smirk on Mark’s face, you shake your head. Seeing a few students walking down to pass you two, Mark walks over to you. Wanting to touch you, but you reject him.

“Mark behave!” You whisper shout to him. Tickling your side, you flinch with a smile on your face. The students watch you two fondly as they wish they can be in a relationship as lovingly as the one you were in. “I can’t stop baby, you’re irresistible.” Grabbing your hand before you go to move away from him. In love with the giggle that leaves you when he twirls you around, keeping you put in between his arms. Leaning in, he kisses you not caring if anyone else were about to see them. “Hey Y/n.” You hear the familiar voice of Eric’s say in the distance. Quickly pushing Mark away and turning to face the lockers, you pick your head up when Eric walks over to you guys. Thankfully hadn’t turned the corner yet if not you would have been toast.

“Yeah?” “Just wondering what was taking you so long…oh is this Mark?” Quirking a brow at your boyfriend who Eric thought stood too close to you. Something he already wanted to have a talk to you about. “Yeah! This is Mark, he uh came to ask me a question he had on one of his assignments.” “Oh well hello Mark, think it would be much more appropriate to ask you such questions at the hour you two meet up don’t you think?” Not expecting a cold reaction come from Eric you give him a look in disbelief. Mark on the other hand, fisted his hand in his pocket, biting his words back before he nods slowly when seeing a pleading look coming from you. Respecting your wishes and going along, “You’re right. I’m sorry, see you after school Y/n.”

“Actually I don’t know if you two can meet up after school, kinda wanted her to help me join a few clubs and sports and what not, here in school.” “Then you do it yourself-“ “You know that seems like a good idea Eric!” You quickly interrupt Mark. Standing next to Eric as you speak up again, eyes looking straight into Mark’s.

“The more clubs you join and sports you’ll help your college application. And will also keep your mind off of things. Won’t be so bored all the time.” You nod. Mark understanding you wanted Eric to join in order for you two to spend more time, he smiles. “Okay I understand. I’ll see you sometime later then.” Bidding you goodbye, Mark doesn’t bother even waving at Eric and walks off. Eric quickly puts on a smile when turning his head towards you. “Lunch is almost over, shall we get going?” And you agree.

“I don’t like him.” Mark says bitterly. Him and the team getting a break from practice, taking his helmet off and he tells the boys all about how Eric manages to snatch you away every possible chance he gets. “Maybe he only has her as his friend. Besides didn’t you say she was suppose to help him join clubs or whatever activities the school has?” Ten tells him. Yangyang sitting next to him shakes his head, “What if he’s interested in her?” Snapping his head up at him, Mark turns serious at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. “Don’t be ridiculous Yang, Mark said they’ve been childhood friends. If he was interested he would’ve done something a long time ago.” Sungchan tries to reason mostly for the sake of his captain who looks like he’s ready to hit something.

“No Yangyang is right. I mean I never heard of him and now he suddenly bumps into her and boom the day after he attends this school? AND you know what she told me, that he’s like this spy who always needs to keep tabs on her and if she does anything, even breath the wrong way he goes running to her parents. Like he’s this strict babysitter.” “Okay so maybe he’s not into her more like trying to ruin her life by being a taddle taler?” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever this guy is trying to get at isn’t good I know that for sure.” Hearing the whistle blown by their coach they set their water bottles down and get back on the ice rink.

You on the other hand arrive home tired. Eric took his sweet time deciding what he wanted to do and even tried convincing you to join an activity with you. Just wanting to go home you made the decision to say yes with joining him in the pottery club. Excitedly telling you all the pots and vases he’s made when he joined it at his old school all the way home. “How was Eric’s first day? Oh I hope you two had a splendid day!” Your mother said excitedly. Clapping her hands as she demanded every little detail. “It went alright.” You mumble to her tiredly. “Just alright? Oh come on! I’m sure having your childhood friend be in most of your classes had to have been fun.” “Yeah I guess so…wait how do you know he has most classes with me?” “Oh his mother called the office, yeah Eric himself wanted to have as many classes with you. Said he worried to lose his way around and what’s a better way to keep himself on track with you constantly by his side right?” Nodding reluctantly, you send her a forced smile and walk up to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you plant yourself on top of your bed. Eyes demanding sleep, you don’t bother to do anything else but sleep. Sleeping until the sun had gone down and the ice hockey team captain once again climbs onto your balcony and into your room for the umpteenth time. Watching you sleep fondly, he moves a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Climbing in bed with you, he pecks your forehead softly. Pulling your sleeping self into his arms as he kisses your head. Waking up from your nap, you smile at him tiredly. Pickering your lips for a kiss which he doesn’t deny you of. “So cute.” He tells you softly. “No you are.” You mumble to him, nuzzling your face in his chest which you feel a rumble from him laughing slightly.

“How was your adventure with the prince of snitching.” Snorting, you lay on your back. “Exhausting. I really missed you guys, all I had to endure was him constantly talking about himself and the things he’s done before coming to our school.” “Would think so. Just by how he dresses screams narcissism.” Sitting up, you face him. “But enough about him, I don’t want to think about him just you.” A small smirk forms on his face and he tugs at your shirt. “Just me? About what baby?” Holding his shoulders, you climb onto his lap. Arms come around you securely. “About loving you. Really missed being near you. I know pathetic right?” You joke as you avoid eyes with him. Face heating as your ears turn red. “Well I guess I’m pathetic too since I missed you so much too.” Leaning closer to you, he kisses your cheek. “Just hope I’m your pathetic loser forever.” Smacking his bicep, he laughs and kisses your nose. “Of course you’re mine forever and I am yours but no need to call yourself that. You’re not a loser.” “So I am pathetic?” “Your words not mine.”

Spending the few remaining hours until your mother comes to barge into your room, putting face masks on each other. Letting a shriek out because of the coldness, you giggle as Mark makes roaring noises for the tiger mask he has on. “You make a cute panda.” Mark boops your nose, grabbing his phone as you two take many pictures through the mirror in front of the bed. In the bathroom, a puddle of water is caused by constantly splashing each other. Music playing from your phone on the bed, using foam to cover your face with it Mark smirks at you as you pout at him. Letting you get him back, hair up in a small ponytail using the many scrunchies you have for such occasions. By the time you two were freshened up the knob to the door began to wiggle. Eyes widening as you hear your mother call out your name from the other side.

“You need to go!” Grabbing his sweater and phone you push it up against his chest as he still tried to put on his shoes. “Y/n? You okay in there?” Opening the window wide enough for him to slip out, he struggles when he has to juggle many things in between his hands and hold the railing.

“Y/n?! Talk to me dear.” “I’m coming! Just changing it’s all!” Still hearing the jiggle going on on the door knob you push Mark out. “I’m going to fall!” He shrieks when he almost loses his balance. Dumbfounded when you give him a rushed peck to the lips. “Love you, so sorry though.” “For what?” Letting out a shout when you push him, closing the window shut and open your bedroom door. Confused look on your mothers face as she looks inside the room. “You okay? Thought I heard a shout?” “Nope no shouting in here? Maybe one of the neighbors kids you know how loud they can be.” Nodding reluctantly, she walks in and sets a few grocery bags on your bed.

“Here’s the supplies you needed, your father just got home.” “Okay I’ll be down in a bit.” Kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room with the door open. Letting out a sigh you jog over to your window and see Mark was no longer there. Silently hoping you pushing him off didn’t injure him too badly.

“Ow! Ten!” “I’m sorry but that’s most definitely going to be swollen all day tomorrow if you don’t let me treat it!”

Currently on the couch weeping in pain, the team took the time to hang at the oldest’s house. Parents work in the afternoons so house stays mostly vacant. Few were eating, others on the phone and the rest playing video games. House was semi calm but it wasn’t until their captain walked in slamming the door open and limping in when everyone got up to attend him. Certain he had gotten jumped until they were told it was because of an breaking and entering accident.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering.” Mark mumbles as Yangyang constantly tells him that. “I was visiting my girlfriend and now I’m stuck with an injured leg.” “How can you be so reckless Mark? You know we have a game in a few days right?” “Her mother was coming in and she needed me out as fast as possible.”

“Y/n pushed you?” Jeno asks him. “Yes but she didn’t mean to get me injured!” With a groan the boys sit back as they can only hope their captain gets better before the game. If wanting to get into finales they had to win this upcoming game for sure to even get involved in the tournament. “If you have to sit out swear she will have to take your place!” Winwin exasperates. Snorting at his comment, Mark shakes his head. Grabbing the bag filled ice from Ten and gently sets it on his ankle. Wincing the more pressure is added on it.

“Yeah maybe she will have to.” Mark tells them after he forcibly removed the ice off of him, can no longer endure more pain.

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“And so I told my mom, it’s already difficult enough having to jog between sports and clubs. Now you want me to run the committee for the annual carnival hosted for charity? Come on now.”

Boredly playing with the food on your tray, you watch Mark laugh at a joke one of the boys had said. The scrunch of his nose has you holding back an aww as his eyes brighten up. What you would do to just go over and cuddle him, but you couldn’t.

“Y/n are you listening?” “Huh? Oh! Yeah, you were saying Eric?” Eyes looking down at the tray, you wait for him to continue. A silence from him has you lifting your head, a certain look on his face as he watched Mark’s table. “Eric?”

“He’s been looking at you for a while now.” He says a bit coldly. Looking over and catching sight of Mark glancing at you, looking away after a bit and focusing his attention back on his friends. “M-Maybe he has a question about a worksheet of his.” Proceeding to get up, you quickly grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You tell him with wide eyes. “Going to tell him to stop staring. It’s rude and impolite to be watching someone especially a young lady.” Tugging him back when he tries to walk towards his table you get up quickly. “Eric no! Stop please don’t make things more difficult than it should be.”

“Y/n, I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem like someone you should be associating with.” “Eric, I’m sorry to come off rude but.” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, eyes back on the floor to avoid contact. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t socialize with. Sorry you don’t have a nice feeling about him but I do. I know him more than you do and Mark has the best intentions when it comes to me.” “Best intentions? You make it seem like you two are more than tutor and tutoree.”

Shaking your head quickly, you clear your throat. “No! Mark’s…simply a student I have to tutor. It’s all, nothing more nothing less.” “So he’s not your friend?” Feeling conflicted, you take a few seconds to come up with your response. Mark had seen your sudden shift to stand in front of Eric and he didn’t like it one bit. He’s been watching your every movement since the moment you frantically tried to tug Eric back. Biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to stay away but when even Yangyang the most oblivious one noticed the sudden shift in you and Eric, Mark waited no more. Getting up to check up on you, he froze when hearing your next words.

“Mark’s nothing to me. Don’t worry Eric.”

Eric had seen him behind you. And he was left even more content knowing Mark had heard. Nodding, his eyes kept going from you to Mark. “I’m glad.” Confused, you turn around to see Mark standing there disheartened. Shocked, you go to take a step closer to him but stopped when he shakes his head at you. Leaving you there, guilt and shame washes over you. You wanted to explain yourself and yet it seemed like the world was preventing you from doing what you wanted.

“Come on y/n, we don’t want to be late for pottery club.” Handing you your backpack, he puts an arm behind you and leads you away.

Getting more worried the more the club went on and still no response from Mark. Phone in hand and the many unresponded texts. Ignoring Eric who seemed pretty confident in the vases he’s made so far. The girls next to him watching him closely and throwing a few compliments his way. The times he’s tried talking to you they quickly avert it to them which you were glad. You weren’t in the slightest bit interested in speaking with him. Looking at the time and seeing you still had a good hour and a half. You huff, blowing the strand of hair getting in your face.

Mark was in practice currently. He was only on the other side of the school, you could just talk to him right now. Would make sense why he isn’t answering. Of course! Grabbing your bag, you quickly exit out the classroom. Not paying mind to Eric’s call out to you. Jogging through the corridor, opening the doors leading into the ice rink. Hearing a few shouts and laughs from the guys. Walking further in and you get a glance at them. Not practicing but huddled by the bottom of the bleachers chatting. Getting closer you see a few other people there. You saw Mark in sight and made your way over. You needed to speak to him, to explain yourself. And yet while you were in the pottery club worried how he was feeling, you stopped in your tracks seeing him so happy. A grin on his face as he joked with his friends and worse, seeing him not the least bit minded that one of the many fan girls of him had her arms around him.

You wanted to be upset with him. And man you were but was he doing this because of what you said? Does he really think you’d stoop so low and bad mouth him? Surely he has to know you didn’t mean it. His eyes moved from his friends to you. Your eyes move from his to the arms currently wrapped around him. It seemed as if Mark had gone stiff. He didn’t know what to do and yet when he sees you walking off he panics. Hearing the girl whine behind him, he harshly tugs his arm away from her when she tries to resist. “Quit it!” The group goes quiet as they watch the captain run off after you. Slamming the door open wide.

“Y/n!” Grabbing your elbow, you pull away from him. “Leave me alone Mark.” “Please stop walking.” Trying to pull you by the waist, you begin to thrash. “Stop touching me!” Tears began to pour down your face, frustrated and clearly upset had you lashing your emotions out. Wanting nothing more to breathe in fresh air, feeling suffocated especially when your boyfriend can’t seem to give you space. “You have to hear me out-“ “I didn’t mean it Mark! I did it to make sure he did nothing to you and this is how you repay me! By letting some chick feel you out! Is that how little I mean to you?!” You shove him back. Eyes going red the more you cry. Looking at you with desperation he shakes his head.

“No! No you mean everything to me-“ “No I don’t! This is exactly what I was talking about Mark you have no respect for me! You let anyone get too touchy with you and can’t seem to understand just how disrespectful it is for me!”

Swapping his hands away from touching you. You turn to walk away, whining when he pulls you in again. You go to shove him away when you get moved away from him harshly. “Didn’t you hear her?! Stop touching her!” Eric’s angry voice tells Mark. “Shut up Eric this has no business involving you!” Shoving him back, Eric gets in his face. “Anything that has to do with y/n is my business.”

“Eric stop!” You try to diffuse the tension.“Quit pretending she’s your girlfriend!” “And what if she was? Why don’t you run back to your prissy friends and dance your way back on the ice alright? Y/n’s better off disassociating herself from you.” Angry, Mark swings on him. A hard punch to the face and chaos breaks. Pleads to stop fighting wasn’t enough. The blood and bruises is all your head can permanently print in your head. Hearing the loud punch hitting skin and bones and the lockers being rattled with the more they press each other on with.

“Get away from my girlfriend you creep !” Mark yells at him. The rest of the team had managed to separate them apart, never really seeing Mark this angry. Only the one time they managed to lose their win streak for the tournament. “Mark stop! Stop! This can cost us the tournament enough!” Ten demands him. Jeno held him back while Sungchan got in between them. “Eric please just go.” Glaring at him, he goes for your hand. This only angers Mark more and goes for him again. More of the guys go to push him back, yelling at him to control himself. “She’s not going anywhere with you!” “She will because I said so. Y/n, come with me now.”

“Y/n don’t listen to him!” Running a hand through your hair frustratingly you look between the two. “Y/n let’s go, your mother won’t be happy hearing about your stay with this freak show.” Eric told you. Your heart drops at the mention of your mother finding out the truth. Everything was happening so fast you no longer knew what to do. A part of you simply wanted to leave and yet the other didn’t want to leave Mark alone even though he had the guys. “Y/n please.” You hear Mark plead, feeling as he was in the brink of breaking down. He knew just how bad things got and he can’t let you walk away from him. Not when he needs to sort things out with you even with how bad things are.

“I’m sorry. I have to.” You whisper to him, shaking your head as you let Eric drag you away. Breaking your heart seeing his so distraught watching you leave him. Turning your head in hopes it’ll be easier to leave him there, you don’t notice more tears begin to run down your face. “You made the right . I told you he was bad.” Eric tells you. Getting in the car, you look out the window. Deciding to stay quiet you hear him sigh. “Your mother won’t be happy hearing about this.” “No, don’t tell her.” “I have to y/n, such things can’t happen. You are way too good for that and your mother needs to know to make sure you will never hear of that boy again. He deserves to be punished, taken away of his scholarship or kick him off the ice hockey team. Something to teach him a lesson-“

“Shut up Eric!” Shocked, his mouth slightly opens. Eyes widen as he turns to you. “You ruin everything! You can never seem to mind your business! Things were so much better when you simply fucked off!” Getting out of his truck, he goes to grasp your wrist. Moving it away from him, you slam his car door shut. Rolling the window down he shouts your name.

“Get in the car y/n!”

Ignoring him, you run back inside. Mark wasn’t there and it only had you stressing to find him. “Sungchan where is he!”

“Boys locker room-“ not letting him finish his sentence, you bolt it over there. Opening the door where the guys stood, they quiet down when seeing you. Walking past them, you hug Mark tightly who sat on the cold bench in the middle of them. One by one they make their way out to give you two space. Pulling you by the waist, he holds you as tightly. “I’m so sorry” he cries. “I’m sorry too.” Pulling you on his lap, he lays soft pecks on your collarbone. “She didn’t mean anything. I was angry, I didn’t want to hear you out and I didn’t care whether they were crossing the line or not because I just wanted to forget your words and I know that doesn’t justify my actions but-“ cutting him off, you grip his face and kiss him.

“I should’ve come clean from the beginning. You didn’t deserve having to be hidden from my family simply because I was too much of a coward to confront them.” “And I shouldn’t have lost my temper and hit your…friend.”

“Fuck him, he’s nothing to me.” Laughing, he smashes his lips onto yours. Wincing when you accidentally kneel into his side. “You okay baby?” Nodding, he tries to kiss you again but you cover his lips with your hand. “Lift your shirt.” “I’m fine baby-“ lifting his shirt, you gasp when seeing a bruise begin to form. “It’s all my fault.” “Don’t start y/n, I chose to fight him. And I don’t want to brag or anything but he’s got it much worse. Not only is he narcissistic but a sore fighter.” Giggling, you pull his shirt down carefully. Feeling him push your glasses up, he lifts your chin up as well. “I love you. Please know that.” He mumbles near your lips, “I love you too. Please remember that.” Sealing those words with a kiss, you feel him smile during it. “What now?” He asks you wanting you to comfortably make the next step.

“Guess we tell my parents about us before Eric does.” You respond nervously, eyes set on your hands. Nervously playing with your cuticles, his large hand on top of yours to stop you. A finger under your chin he lifts it up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He smiles at you warmly, kissing him you felt just the slightest bit of relief.

Arriving home, you make Mark wait outside. Wanting the process of introducing him to come smoothly and not all at once where chaos will break lose. A reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend and you go inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” You hear the tv on, on low volume and the smell of food yet it was silent. And when walking further inside, the living room comes in view and sitting with your parents were none other than Eric himself with his parents.

“Mom?…Dad?” “Take a seat, dear.” Your mother said sternly. Eyeing the empty spot furthest away from them, you reluctantly take it. The looks on your parents were enough to know Eric revealed everything to them, “Mom I can explain-“ “Save it. How could you y/n?” Her tone stern and eyes cold.

“I said no dating, and to hear it from Eric all the things you’ve been doing behind our backs?” “Mom please-“ “Enough!” Your father shouts, flinching as he stands. “We spent day and night to raise you the right way and this is how you repay us?! What else have you been doing Huh? Drugs! Were you partying? All those study sessions were those lies too!”

Tears brim your eyes as you stand. Shaking your head as you try not to cower, “Dad please just let me explain okay? I came here to tell you guys the truth I wanted to tell you myself today before Eric did but he beat me to it-“ “Don’t lie! Eric did the right thing to come to us or who knows what else you’d get yourself into.” Disgust was all over your fathers face. Glaring at you with such anger, eyeing you as he couldn’t believe all the things Eric had told him.

‘She may be doing more than simply dating’ Eric’s voice rings in his head. Looking down at the purity ring he bought, he walks over you. Taking a step back that hits the couch. “Give me the ring.” “What?” “Give me the ring!” Shaking, you take off the purity ring and hand it to him. Lifting it up to your eye level, “Did you break it? The promise the ring signifies?” Growing quiet, you look over at the others in the living room. Each not daring stare into your eyes but all equally disappointed in you. “Answer me!” Flinching, you sob. “Dad-”

A smack. A loud smack is heard throughout the house. Foot tapping rapidly as Mark waits for you to let him in. How much longer must he wait? He can’t help but worry the more he waits. Windows closed off by the curtains, and even when it seems suspicious to everyone who may pass by, he pressed his ear up to the door.

You cry. Desperate to hold it in as your father walks over and throws the ring into the fire pit. “Sixteen years down the drain with you. Everything your mother and I have given you, all for the best and you took it for granted.” “Dad please, I didn’t mean to disappoint you but I love him-“ “What do you know about love?!” “More than you! All you do is lock yourself in your office all day, when was the last time you and mom went out on a date that didn’t end in less than an hour?!” Going to raise his hand again, your mother intervened. “Please, enough. No more.”

“Don’t you hear? Listen to your daughter! How disrespectful she’s gotten! And it’s all because of that damn boy! I told you it was best if she was homeschooled or best, was enrolled in catholic school. Better the nuns beat some sense into her!” “Hitting her won’t change her ways.” She tries to reason. “It could! Maybe she’ll understand for once her place in this house and to never disobey us again.” Gripping your arm you yell at him to let go. “Dad you’re hurting me!”

“Hear me when I tell you, you will never see that boy again! You will go to boarding school if you must, you will listen to Eric as he is a responsible child unlike you! He will keep an eye on you and anything he finds out he will report to me! You are grounded for the rest of the school year young lady.” About to respond to him, the door opens. The others look up and watch as Mark walks in.

“Is that him?” Your father seethes. Letting you go harshly as he makes his way over to Mark. “No! Stop!” Your mother and Eric’s father are quickly to pull him away. Mark stays put as your dad begins to curse him out. “You ruined my daughter! I will not let you ruin this family!” “Honey, please.” Pushing her away, you are quick to pull her to your side.

“Mr. y/l/n, whatever you feel about me, I accept it. But you shouldn’t take it out on your family. Especially y/n.” “Like hell I do! She’s a disgrace to this family! Better I had a boy.” You wince at his rejection but silently cry to the side. Eric now standing by you with pity. Worried eyes as he looks at the scene unfold.

“I love your daughter sir. I really do and it wasn’t right we went behind your back but we weren’t doing it to dishonor everything you’ve done to help y/n and the family. We worried you wouldn’t accept us, your daughter has always been responsible.” “Responsible? Alright tell me young man, have you two had sex yet?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head at Mark. Fearful of what your father was capable of if he admitted it, but Mark only smiles at you sadly and goes to say yes.

“No, they haven’t.” Eric speaks up. Looking over, everyone in the house does so. “And how do you know?” Your father asks him. “Because I heard y/n speak about it. She told her friend, she wasn’t ready yet. No matter how much she loves Mark she wanted to wait.” He speaks ignoring you as you watch him cover you up. Showing little to no shock as you the turn to your father who eyes you. “So why did you insinuate it?” “I was jealous.” He murmurs.

“Son? Explain yourself? This is so unlike you.” His mother tells him. “I didn’t like the idea of y/n with Mark, so I lied so that they would separate but instead I only brought more damage to your family. I’m sorry Mr. Y/l/n, they really are being responsible.” “Doesn’t change the fact she lied to our faces and kept this to herself-“ “Dear, try to understand her. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her father. We did the same when we were young remember? It took you a long time to face my father.”

The room grows silent, your father watched Mark slowly approach you. Taking your hands, “I’m not lying when I say I love your daughter sir. I really do care for her and only want to keep her happy. Just give me a chance, give us a chance to prove to you that we are serious. We aren’t being reckless.” Eyeing the two of you so close, the anger slowly dissipates. Turning to your mother as she silently asks him to let it go.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step towards you. Taking your hands from Mark’s, seeing the already forming bruise he curses himself for doing that to you. “I shouldn’t- I was just- I’m so sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. Standing warily, you pat him lightly. “I shouldn’t have hit you, no reason to have done that and I’m sorry. I just got so angry and…” looking between you and Mark he sighs.

“I don’t like the idea of you dating but, I should’ve expected it to have happen sooner or later. Just, promise me you’ll be safe?” Nodding, you force a smile. He knew it was but it was enough for him. Your forgiveness wouldn’t come easy but he as okay with that. Eric’s family soon dismissed themselves as they take their son away. Disappointed scoldings to him on their way out. “And you.” He turns to Mark, “Take care of her.” “Of course.” Mark shakes his hand, a bit taken aback when he gets pulled in.

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Bruise covered up by makeup, the stadium loud already as the bleachers begin to fill up. It was time for the game to start soon, and Mark still hadn’t changed into his gear. Instead sitting next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and inspect the injured part of your cheek worriedly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time to stop it.” Shaking your head, you kiss him. “Just glad it’s over.” You tell him. Mark nods, a small silence falls upon you two. “He’s getting therapy. Was told the stress had been triggering his anger. Even going to marriage counseling with my mother.”

“That’s good.” “Yeah.” Lifting your head up from his shoulder you smile at him lazily. It’s been a week since the argument, you and your father hadn’t talked much but he’s been trying to get more involved in your life and do little acts of helps for you to forgive him. Eric had moved away again, this time since his parents had to go to Italy for business. Had heard much and for that you were glad. “Don’t you got a game to win?” Mark smirks and winks. “Of course I do-“ Mark stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees the jersey you were wearing. “Hell no.” He says, taking your hand and off the bleachers. Giggling you whine as Mark drags you away. “Stay here.” Standing outside the locker rooms, he rushes in. Ignoring his teammates demanding him to change already. “Going hold on.”

Going through his jerseys, he picks one out. His favorite one on you and runs out. “Mark-“ grabbing your hand and pulling you two in a closet, he locks it behind and begins to lift the jersey off you. Laughing you whine as he throws the jersey on the floor harshly. “It was just a joke! I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” You giggle as he puts his on you. Grasping each arm to pull through each arm sleeve hole. “Ha ha what a great joke to wear Sungchan’s jersey.” Smashing your lips as soon as he pulls his jersey down, you cup his face and lean in closer. Pulling you up and setting you on top of the counter, you cross your legs around his waist.

A groan let out as you pull him closer. “Fuck.” He rasps out when you run a hand down over his crotch. Messing up his hair the more you run your hand through it, disheveled and fuzzy as your lipstick gets smeared all over his lips. Sucking hickies on his neck, red lip marks all over his neck. Grinding into you as he loses himself to you. “Nooo.” He whispers frustratingly as you pull away. “Sorry, you have to game to play.” “But you gave me blue balls.” He fakes a pout.

His throat dries when you spread your legs. Shorts that were very easy to pull down. “Win this game and I’ll let you take me anywhere, anytime right after.” Groaning, he rolls his eyes back and falls into your stomach. Giggling as he wraps his arms around you. “God you’ll be the death of me.” Lifting his jersey you’re wearing and planting a soft kiss right on the spot he most adores. Just below your belly button where he sees the outline of his tip get fucked deep in you. “I’ll be back in a few to fuck the shit out of you.” He winks and kisses you. Setting you down, and the two of you part.

So he may have lied to his future father in law about not having had sex with you but at least he was honest that he would do anything to keep you happy. And when the time ran out, the crowd roared and his team cheered for yet another victory. His eyes immediately settled on yours. Taking off his helmet as your hickies on his neck gets exposed the earns many screams and whistles of approval. Biting the inside of your cheek as you squeeze your legs, not paying to mind anything your friends were saying as you two kept eye contact. A smug grin appeared on his face as the many ideas came to mind for what the rest of the night shall go for the two of you, happy he shall make you.