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𐙚⋆°｡⋆ temporary fix

Without fully understanding what had happened, you sat back down on the couch and hugged the pillow that had covered you. The show was still playing, but your mind remained trapped in an endless spiral of thoughts.

Had you done something wrong? Or had he simply not liked what happened?

For a moment, your mind drifted to your worst thought, one that had been haunting you constantly because of everything that had been happening lately: what if Mark simply wasn’t attracted to you anymore? What if everything that had happened had only been a biological response from his body, and the moment he came back to his senses, he realized it had all just been a mistake to him?

The feeling hit you like a punch to the stomach, and suddenly you couldn’t stop a few tears from falling.

You felt like the worst person in the world now, for forcing something he clearly didn’t want, for forcing this relationship when he had been giving obvious signs for much longer than necessary.

Fuck.

You grabbed the closest pajama shirt you could find and put it on, lying down on the couch while hugging the same pillow that gave you a small sense of stability. You opened your phone, and the contact ‘mon cher’ glowed on your screen. The last messages looked absurdly different from the way he had acted just minutes ago. Your first thought was to text him something, but what could you even say?

Last time, he had asked you for space, and you had tried to respect that. Would pushing now only mean anticipating the end of the two of you?

A few more tears rolled down your face before you let go of your phone and turned to the other side.

Mark was everything to you, and if the end of the two of you was really approaching, you would let it happen naturally, trying to enjoy every moment while staying within his limits.

On the other side of the door, Hyuck rushed down the stairs of your building, tormenting himself for letting that happen.

You were a good player, he had to admit it. You had gotten into his head perfectly, and he was a terrible loser because now he couldn’t get you out of it. And worst of all, he was the worst best friend in the world. Not just because of that, but because he knew that if he stepped foot in your apartment one more time, he would probably beat you at your own game and knock some sense into your head his own way, even if his way meant being an even worse friend than he already was now.

He needed to avoid you, at least for that week, but wanting to avoid you was no reason to avoid Mark, especially because he also needed to know what had happened during dinner with his parents. And against all odds, running on half a cup of coffee and two cigarettes, he met up with his friend the next day.

Haechan’s parents had left early that morning, and he hadn’t been able to give the bouquet to his mother, but he brought it to breakfast anyway just in case his friend suspected something. 

If he had to take his frustration out on something, let it be the lilies.

Hyuck’s cheeks were already warm when he took a sip of his iced coffee, quickly asking what had happened yesterday.

“He found out about Taeyong’s job…” Mark said a little dejectedly, paying attention to the spoon stirring sugar into his espresso. “Your dad gave your brother thirty days to quit, move back home, and work with him.”

Hyuck let out a small laugh, looking at his friend.

“He’s never gonna do that…” he said quietly, and Mark smiled faintly.

“Oh! And when he started questioning your plans after graduation, guess who showed up to save you?”

Hyuck let out a small “who,” still watching his friend, whose tone became more animated even though he still looked tired.

“The one and only Yu Jimin.”

“What!?”

“Yeah! It turned into this whole family thing and your dad invited her dad to have dinner with us, and now your entire family kind of thinks you’re dating.”

Mark leaves out the conversation he had with Taeyong, and the two of them laugh softly.

“No fucking way.”

“It even took me a few months to meet Yn’s parents, and you guys are already there before the first date? No way…”

Mark laughed again and Hyuck joined him, though he already felt the mood shift at the mention of your name.

“How was yesterday? You never really gave me any updates…” he asked more seriously now, looking at his friend, who immediately felt his cheeks heat up again.

“It was good… yeah, excellent!” Hyuck laughed lightly before picking up his coffee and taking a long sip.

“Oh, so she liked the places?”

Haechan nodded, still avoiding looking at his friend.

“Yeah… actually, she even made a bouquet for my mom… but since they already left town, you should give it to Jimin. Thank her for saving you yesterday.”

He laughed softly and Mark looked at the bouquet with some suspicion.

Since when does Haechan think like that?

“If you say so…” he shrugged, returning to the topic his friend had tried to avoid. “Oh, did you manage to record anything with that camera? I mean, does that old thing even still record anything…?”

Mark asks in an awkward way, scratching the back of his neck and looking away in a terrible attempt to hide his discomfort. And Haechan would’ve even laughed at the way his friend was acting, but after he got home the day before, he had checked what was on the camera and, after countless cute moments and random things he had recorded throughout the day, there was an uninterrupted sequence of the two of you having dinner, cuddling, and then him sucking on your breasts, followed by you on your knees while he moaned caressing your hair. But the worst part of all was that the recording ended with your trembling voice apologizing while only your body appeared on screen, covered by a pillow behind his. 

“It was out of SD…” he says quickly, scratching the back of his neck too, and Mark nods, relieved of whatever weight had been sitting on his shoulders.

“Sure… but if it was good and she liked it, great, that’s what really mattered…” he says in the same dejected tone the conversation had started with.

“Yeah…” Hyuck agrees, and for a moment both of them focus on their own coffees in an awkward silence.

Their conversation didn’t extend much beyond that. Both of them had you on their minds for completely different reasons and had no idea how to get you out of them. Eventually, the two went back home, preparing for the start of the week.

Mark wanted to text you as himself, to talk to you about the weekend, about your favorite parts of the date, but there was something inside him that simply wouldn’t settle down. He needed to see you, apologize to you, and make it clear that the person trying to force you to stay wasn’t him, or at least not who he wanted to be.

He didn’t think much before, at the beginning of the week, opening your chat as Hyuck and asking if you wanted to have lunch, just you and him, sometime that week.

Your reply came quickly, and soon enough you were already on your second consecutive day meeting at a table for two. And by the third day, you and Mark were exchanging nothing but short sentences or monosyllabic texts in your actual couple chat.

Who you thought Mark was had only appeared a handful of times in front of you, and your interactions had gone back to being awkward. Still, you treasured every touch and every small kiss he offered you between classes, afraid it might be the last one.

And because it was impossible to hide anything from your real boyfriend, Mark noticed immediately that you were acting strange, but he didn’t question it. He had already invaded your space too much to question anything now. He wanted to ask, but what he feared was dealing with whatever would come after your answer.

“I want you to know that… I’ll always support you, okay? As your friend, of course…” he suddenly said after the two of you finished lunch together in the garden, catching you off guard. “That day when you told me about the graduate program, I think I reacted badly… I’m sorry… I just want you to know that, as your friend, I’ll be here for you.”

He offered you a gentle smile and you mirrored it.

It was so sudden and unexpected that it shook you a little, but you only smiled and found his hand on the bench beside you, giving it a light squeeze.

“You don’t… you don’t need to worry about that day, Hyuck. At least you were honest with me, like you always are, and I’m really grateful for that.” Your gentle smile remained as you focused on his face. Mark did the same, even knowing it wasn’t true, and felt guilty.

He wanted to hug you now, kiss you, throw himself at your feet begging for forgiveness, but then you interrupted his thoughts with the most random thing possible.

“Oh! I hope I’m not intruding in your life, but I’m sorry your dad is so strict with you. I hope Saturday wasn’t too hard on you…”

His eyebrows quickly furrow in confusion, and he blinks a few times trying to understand why Haechan would tell you about his relationship with his father. Unable to fully connect the information, he simply answers honestly.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.” He smiles, trying to disguise it. “I learned how to deal with him a long time ago. And whether he likes it or not, we’re adults now, right? Even if he insists on holding me back, I still know I can make decisions about my own life and face the consequences of the choices I decided to live with.”

You nod, but before you can respond, a familiar figure walks past the two of you without noticing you.

Hyuck was wearing only one earbud, distracted by his own phone, and Mark notices how you suddenly tense up. Normally, you would wave and call out to him, but today your expression turns slightly anxious before you take a deep breath and turn back to Mark with a fake smile, continuing the conversation.

The afternoon goes on and the two of you spend it together enjoying the last warm days. Mark notices how strange you’re acting, avoiding any subject that orbited around the real him or your relationship, so he decides not to pressure you about anything. But he would definitely figure out this whole situation with Haechan.

When he gets home, before he can even think about texting Hyuck, his phone vibrates with a new message.

cara mia: can we talk?

cara mia: it’s important, as you can probably imagine…

mon cher: yes of course always

mon cher: what do you want to talk about? :)

cara mia: i think we should do this in person…

Holy shit.

Every worst-case scenario crossed Mark’s mind within seconds. He knew he should’ve pushed Haechan harder on Sunday to understand what had happened on Saturday, but he had been so exhausted with himself that he thought- ah! What had he even been thinking? It was Haechan! Of course something was going to happen and you were going to end up hurt.

Mark ran a hand through his hair a few times while staring at his phone, thinking about what he was going to do. The answer was obvious enough, but at that moment he couldn’t define just how badly he wanted to punch his best friend.

He felt deceived. Okay, you probably wouldn’t tell him if another fight had happened between the two of you, but Haechan should have.

He quickly opened his friend’s chat after settling things with you and typed fast, angry.

mork, the man: tomorrow, 8 a.m.

mork, the man: café near campus exit two

mork, the man: whatever the fuck you did on saturday, you’re fixing it

mork, the man: and then you’re explaining everything to me properly

The next morning, when you arrived where your boyfriend had arranged to meet, you didn’t see him masked, wearing a cap and a hoodie, killing time until he sat close to the table you were at.

It didn’t take long for Haechan to arrive too. He tried to spot where Mark was, but without success. A chill ran down his spine every time a random guy walked by, and he had been cold sweating since the night before when he received Mark’s first text.

Was Mark there just to confirm that maybe he had let himself go a little too far with his best friend’s girlfriend? Or had he already come prepared to erase him from existence inside a university café? It was possible it was both, and Haechan hadn’t come prepared for either.

Hyuck found you quickly, sitting at one of the tables staring at a glass of water. You didn’t have the best expression on your face and somehow still managed to look beautiful to him. To both of them.

He took a deep breath and sat in front of you, watching your eyes light up when you saw him, though there was something else behind them now.

“…I have somewhere to be right after this, so if we could make this quick-”

Haechan was trying his hardest to keep you at a distance, especially with Mark watching from somewhere and especially after what happened over the weekend. But once again you caught him off guard when your lips started moving, cutting him off.

“I’m so so much sorry…”

There was fear behind your eyes. And when Haechan realized it, he panicked for a second.

“I know what I did was wrong. That I crossed the line. Your line. So I understand whatever decision you make from now on and I’ll deal with the consequences of my actions…”

Your eyes start filling with tears at the possibility of him breaking up with you right there, but Haechan’s eyes widen, not only because Mark might be watching him make you cry, but because he had never reached this stage of the game with any girl before, so he had absolutely no idea what to do or say that wouldn’t make the situation worse.

From the table to your left, Mark watched the scene and knew what was going to happen the moment Haechan sat in front of you. Your eyes already said everything he needed to know and he held himself back as much as possible from getting up and going to comfort you himself.

He had chosen that place specifically to hear what the two of you were saying, but who would’ve guessed a café during breakfast hours would be so crowded?

He tried to follow the movement of your lips while your eyes filled with tears, but it was impossible to decipher. When Haechan’s surprised expression appeared, he grew even more anxious and slightly rose from his chair.

He was going to walk over, understand what was happening and why his friend wasn’t doing anything, but then Haechan surprised him by being faster, getting up and sitting beside you while pulling you into a hug.

“Hey, calm down, it’s okay.” He felt your tears soaking his shirt while your hands pulled him closer. “What happened happened, and there’s nothing we can do to change it.” 

Then he lifted your face with one hand. You had red, swollen eyes, like you had already cried before arriving there, and fuck. And for some reason Hyuck hated knowing he had made you feel like this.

“And it’s okay that it happened, because I liked it, and you liked it too, didn’t you?”

You nodded while he wiped away some of your tears.

“Actually, I should be the one apologizing… I ran away and made it seem like it wasn’t good, but it was, okay? I need you to understand that, I just… I need to go back to this abstinence thing and I need you to help me with that…” he says tensely while looking into your eyes, now much calmer, and you nod again.

“Okay, I understand. And I’ll support you. Sorry for not doing that before.”

You hugged him tighter and he did the same, telling you it was okay while kissing your forehead.

The two of you stayed hugging for a few minutes without saying anything while Mark watched the scene from afar. He couldn’t tell if he felt relieved that Hyuck had managed to deal with the situation without making everything worse or even more distressed by the fact that his friend still hadn’t told him what exactly had happened to cause all this.

“I really wish I could stay here with you… but I need to go, okay? Doyoung scheduled a meeting at nine and I need to stop by just to grab some articles for the next few weeks…”

You nod slowly once again and he wipes away the rest of your tears and the bit of makeup they had ruined.

“Can we meet at my place later?” you ask innocently and he smiles briefly.

“I’ll let you know if I can get away earlier…”

He didn’t want to lie, but what was one more lie among all the others he had already told? Telling you the truth in the state you were in would feel like a low blow.

With one last kiss on your forehead, he leaves the café, and Mark keeps watching from afar. The only words he understood from your last sentence were “my place after,” and he was already ready to follow his friend and corner him when he noticed how you remained sitting at the table after Hyuck left.

A waitress walked by and asked if you wanted to order something, wrote something down, and you stayed there. He watched a little longer when they brought you a large cup of what he was sure was hot chocolate, and you just stared at it before taking the first sip.

Fuck.

Mark had two conflicting instincts now. He wanted to go after Hyuck and ask what the fuck that had been, but seeing you like this, after a conversation he hadn’t understood even two percent of… fuck. He needed to make sure you were okay.

Besides, that entire interaction between you two hadn’t felt right.

The way Haechan had stood up too quickly and hugged you tightly, knowing exactly how to calm you down, as if the two of you hadn’t spent weeks only exchanging quick kisses and holding hands at lunch like a pair of teenagers. It stirred something inside Mark that he preferred to label as curiosity so he wouldn’t have to face what it might actually be. Something too overwhelming for him to keep to himself, and the strongest feeling of all was that if he got the answers he didn’t want to hear, he might genuinely lose his mind.

Without thinking too much, he gets up from his seat and walks past a few tables, ready to start his act. He approaches you from behind and tries to fake surprise, but the one who gets completely caught off guard is him when he sees your eyes still red and swollen, from crying much longer than he had imagined.

“Yn… oh shit! Are you good? What happened?”

You flinch slightly when you hear Hyuck’s voice, but he doesn’t wait for an invitation and immediately sits in front of you with a worried expression while analyzing your face.

“Hyuck… hi… I… I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

You smile faintly and try to act normal, but Mark looks at you seriously. His hand searches for yours on the table and gives it a small squeeze.

“You know you can trust me, right?”

His thumb traces slow circles over the back of your hand. You offer him a small smile, looking away.

“It’s nothing, really. It’s just… a personal thing between me and Mark.”

You say it stiffly, as if frustrated or simply uncomfortable talking about it, and he freezes for a second, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

“Wait… do you mean…?”

You look back at him and he swallows hard. He didn’t want to ask that, while at the same time he couldn’t stay without an answer.

For a few seconds he wonders how much knowing that would affect him. But being hurt by whatever came out of your mouth was nothing compared to the fact that simply not knowing what happened between you and Haechan whenever he wasn’t around was already killing him.

“Look, I don’t want to intrude in your life, it’s not that, but… are you and Mark having sex…?”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you pull away the hand he was still holding to take a sip of your hot chocolate.

“I mean… we’re a couple, aren’t we?” you laugh awkwardly, but he keeps staring at you seriously. 

Mark’s mind suddenly flashes through a thousand different ways to kill Haechan for breaking the promise, but he insists again.

“I didn’t ask you that. I asked if you two are fucking.”

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, and Mark feels a tightness in his chest. Maybe today would really be the day he’d have to kill someone, or maybe he himself would die of a heart attack before even leaving this café. But then your eyes start filling with tears again and you bring your hands to your face.

“I’m so fucking frustrated, because I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, Hyuck.” 

A quiet laugh of relief escapes through Mark’s nose and all the tension weighing on his shoulders seems to disappear in the blink of an eye. Thank God you don’t seem to notice, and he quickly changes positions like Hyuck had done earlier, pulling you into a hug.

Thank God once again for not having to become a murderer today, and for Haechan actually listening to him for once in his life.

You don’t return the hug immediately, but you start spilling every single one of your insecurities nonstop, as if they had been stuck in your throat for days, maybe weeks.

“I swear to you, ever since I came back it feels like I’ve been walking on eggshells around Mark all the time. Every time I think things between us are finally getting better, something happens and interferes and we go right back to feeling like two strangers to each other.”

You turn your face toward him and your makeup is finally ruined, but he just grabs some napkins and starts gently wiping your face while nodding for you to continue.

“And I don’t know what to do about it. Sometimes I get the feeling that he’s making up excuses to stay away from me and…”

“You can tell me, don’t be scared, we’re friends now…”

Mark loosens the hug a little and looks at you gently. Your face is completely swollen now and your nose is running. You were a mess in the middle of the café and he still somehow thought you were the prettiest person on earth.

“…I… I think he’s going to break up with me…” you say quietly because you don’t want to believe it, and Mark gasps. But before he can say anything, you continue again.

“And honestly I think he has every reason to do that because I keep messing up with him, and with his boundaries, and every single time after that I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

Your words come out quickly along with a few tears that he wipes away with his thumb. Your eyes meet once again and you can’t help but plead.

“You guys have been best friends for years, Hyuck, you have to know what’s wrong. Tell me where I’m messing up? Because I know he’s lying about all these commitments and I know sooner or later he’s going to…”

You take a deep breath and feel the supposed Haechan’s hand brush against your cheek again, wiping away your tears and probably whatever makeup you had left. You felt awful for crying like that in public, especially because you needed someone to keep you emotionally grounded.

You probably looked just as much of a mess on the outside as you felt on the inside, but Haechan didn’t say anything. Quite the opposite, he pulled you into one last tight hug before holding you by the shoulders and looking at your face with a soft smile.

“Relax, okay? I know you’re stressed, and I hope you feel a little better after venting. That’s what I’m here for, that’s why we’re friends, right?” he says calmly and you nod. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t need to think about that right now, okay? Mark’s not going to break up with you, I can guarantee you that.”

You looked at him as if doubting his words and he smiled softly again.

“If it’ll make you feel calmer, I can talk to him for you, alright?”

You nod and he spends a little more time calming you down at the table, making you finish your hot chocolate and distracting you with another topic.

Mark wanted to go after Haechan and get his side of the story straight, especially the reason why he hadn’t told him you got so emotionally shaken around his real body, but deep down he knew the blame was his too. 

The distance between you had started because of him, and he could technically put an end to all of this and preserve his relationship until he figured out a way to get back into his own body, but he didn’t know if he could handle the fact that you kept showing everything you felt to another man right in front of him, even if that man was technically himself.

Besides, those small moments he had with you, the ones where he could take care of you and spend time with you, were what kept him sane, and giving them up wasn’t exactly on his priority list at the moment.

A few days pass since the last conversation you had with Mark in that café, and you hadn’t seen your boyfriend ever since. The promise about stopping by your place had faded into just another mundane memory. On the other hand, you and the supposed Haechan started meeting even more often than before.

He would suddenly show up as if he knew your routine perfectly and the two of you would spend hours talking. Hyuck guaranteed he had spoken to your boyfriend and that he wasn’t going to break up with you. You kept hearing the same excuse everyone else gave about him and tried shifting your focus elsewhere so you wouldn’t lose your mind, just like whenever Haechan asked what exactly had happened that made you think Mark was going to break up with you, and you would completely dodge the topic.

How could you possibly admit that you sucked off his best friend and he ran away leaving you naked behind?

It was probably one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to you. You’d rather be buried alive than tell any of your friends about it, including Chae and Wonbin.

And Haechan thought almost the exact same thing when Mark questioned him about what had happened. How the hell was he supposed to say, “Oh, I came on your girlfriend, panicked, and ran away”? When at the very least a punch to the face would be guaranteed afterward? It was the kind of thing that would probably go to the grave with him, alongside every other malicious thought he had ever had about you.

He had decided. He was going to be a good friend. That should never have happened, and it would never happen again.

When Mark came to question him after that breakfast that had left him with a bad feeling and a tightness in his chest he couldn’t define, Haechan explained the situation… in his own way… and with the information he could actually give.

And Mark burst into uncontrollable laughter when his friend told him about putting the two of you into a fake temporary religious celibacy. Haechan didn’t understand his friend’s sudden good mood, nor why he seemed to be the only one among the three of you capable of giving a genuine smile, but it was irrelevant considering he had a thousand other things on his mind to think about, including the look on your face that morning in the middle of the café.

“Thanks again, Hyuck.” Mark smiled sincerely at him, and he tried to mirror the gesture, but it came out awkward as he looked away. “For helping me with my relationship, for treating her with respect and all that, and for keeping your promise. I know it’s hard for you sometimes, but I’ll make it up to you with whatever you need.”

Hearing that during an ordinary afternoon together almost felt like he had actually taken that punch. But it worked as motivation for Hyuck to go back to his repetitive thoughts about avoiding you.

Now all that was left was making sure you felt calm, and the good part was that Mark wasn’t alone on that mission because Chaeryeong and Wonbin practically never left your side either.

Today was one of those days where they came over to your place and all of you spent the entire day sprawled around the apartment, eating junk food, getting drunk, and smoking joints. If there had been a party you probably would’ve gone just to drink even more, but the main priority, considering your emotional state, was ordering pizza and getting more drunk inside the shoebox that was your apartment.

After both of your friends saw you crying uncontrollably during the week and insisting that Mark was going to break up with you, they pressured you so much that after a few shots of vodka you finally ended up admitting what had happened, completely embarrassed.

“Maybe you just bit his dick…”

Wonbin says with a pained grimace while holding your hand as if it were the most serious subject in the world. Chaeryeong looks at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowed, but he only shrugs and she joins in trying to help too.

“Yeah… maybe it was just… too aggressive and he felt cornered…” she looks at you trying to find the right words, but you know that’s not what happened.

“It wasn’t too aggressive… it was… the way it always is. He just ran away after because… well, I still don’t know why…” you say, still embarrassed even though the alcohol makes it easier to let the words out. “Sorry, but I don’t want to talk about this anymore…”

You let go of Wonbin’s hand and go back to playing with Chae’s hair. The three of you were in a ridiculous but common position between friends. Wonbin was leaning against the headboard of your bed and you were against the wall with your thighs over his, while Chae was lying down with her head on your lap.

The hand that had been holding yours returns to your thigh, tracing small circles that make you shiver, but you ignore it while continuing to play with your friend’s hair. In his other hand was your notebook full of drafts, reading through your latest thoughts.

“Are you serious about this?” he laughs, reading a passage from the notebook. “…everything you wrote in here over the past week is either way too melancholic or way too obscene.”

You laugh softly thinking about how every time your boyfriend left your apartment after spending the afternoon there, you would run to grab the notebook almost like a diary and write down everything you were feeling.

“My bad… but I haven’t had sex in days and unfortunately that’s all I can think about…” you sigh with warm cheeks, making both of them laugh.

“Your era of dating fuckboys is over, babe. Take it easy.” Chae jokes while getting up from the bed and you roll your eyes because you know she’s talking about your ex-boyfriend. “Anyway, do you have more vodka? I think that’s what we need right now.”

“I think that was the last glass… but there’s wine near the fridge.” you point out and she grabs three glasses, pouring them, and an automatic pout forms on your lips.

“What?” she laughs while looking at you and pouring the last glass, already taking a sip right after.

“It’s just that wine makes me horny and I don’t think you guys should pressure me into starting a threesome…”

They both burst out laughing at the way you said it and you feel Wonbin smack your thigh before immediately rubbing the spot afterward.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Chae shrugs while handing the glasses to you. “That practice has been killing me and it’d be nice to relieve some stress.” She smirks at you from the corner of her lips and winks, though she stays standing. “But despite all the adventures you had with Mr. Lee, I don’t know if you actually know how to start a threesome.”

You take a sip of your wine, then place a hand dramatically over your chest and widen your eyes, pretending to be deeply offended.

“Just because I’ve only fucked two people in my life doesn’t mean I wouldn’t know how to start one…”

“And you do?” your friend’s voice comes out lower this time, and you turn your face to find him smirking too while still massaging your thigh.

Your thoughts disappear for a second, only feeling the alcohol going straight to your head and Wonbin’s hand seeming to move dangerously closer to the hem of your shorts. It lasts only seconds, but you study his face, he mirrors the gesture, and eventually his gaze drops to your mouth. But before you could lean into the game you started yourself, someone knocks on the door.

“Are you expecting someone?” Chae asks from in front of the sink while pouring more wine. You blink a few times and look away from Wonbin while his hand remains exactly where it was before.

“No, it’s probably some delivery guy who got lost.”

She opens the door holding her glass, but her eyes widen when she finds Mark standing there holding flowers, his worried expression quickly shifting into surprise.

Haechan definitely hadn’t expected to see her there. I mean, you two were friends, sure, but the wine glass in her hand and the open bottles behind her still caught him off guard. His eyes quickly scan the apartment and he spots you sitting on your bed from the corner of his eye.

“Am I interrupting something…?” he asks your friend, but she quickly denies it and steps aside to let him in.

The moment he takes his first two steps inside your apartment, his eyebrows furrow and he can barely focus on your face after noticing exactly where your lovely friend Wonbin’s hand was resting.

Your eyes widen just like Chae’s had, but unlike hers, yours instantly brighten just from seeing him.

“Mark!? What are you doing here?” A small smile starts forming on your face and you place your wine glass on the nightstand.

“I needed to talk to you… in private…”

Haechan tries his hardest to keep his eyes on your face while saying that, but it’s impossible not to notice the way your friend’s thumb keeps tracing little circles over that area of your thigh.

When Hyuck raises his eyes again, the first thing he meets is Wonbin’s gaze, smirking while taking a sip from his glass and staring directly back at him. Haechan takes a deep breath before looking back at you.

“Okay, sure! We can talk outside and-”

You finally move your friend’s hand away and get up from the bed, much to Haechan’s relief, but Chaeryeong is faster, finishing the last sip of her wine, grabbing her purse and Wonbin’s jacket before walking over and pulling him by the hand.

“No need, we were already leaving! Right, Bin?”

Both boys continue staring at each other while your friend offers Haechan the same smirk as before, and Haechan keeps analyzing him with furrowed brows. Wonbin only looks away from your boyfriend once he stops by the door and you say goodbye to them. As always, Wonbin kisses your forehead, and Haechan crosses his arms while watching the scene.

It wasn’t that he wanted to be paranoid, but how had Mark never noticed this?

You close the door and turn toward him with a gentle smile, excited that he came to see you. But Haechan remains serious, brows furrowed, the flowers he brought now sitting on your table beside the wine bottles while he stares at you intensely.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

The fake Haechan had guaranteed he talked to your boyfriend and that he was just stressed because of the workload he had piled up, but that he’d make time to see you as soon as possible, and you could barely contain the entire garden of butterflies fluttering in your stomach thinking maybe that time was now. Even if his expression suggested otherwise…

“How long have you known Wonbin wants you?”

Your smile slowly fades and you blink in confusion. “He doesn’t… Mark, you know him. You know we’ve always been like this…”

You try to remind your boyfriend that this silly jealousy he only felt at the beginning of your relationship wasn’t actually real, but Haechan lets out an ironic laugh and looks away before meeting your eyes again.

“No fucking way, Yn. That guy looked like he was about to fuck you if I hadn’t knocked on the door right then.”

Your cheeks heat up thinking about how you were the one who started the threesome joke. They had only played along, and it’s not like anything would’ve actually happened. Deep down, Chae was right, you probably wouldn’t even know how to start or maintain the dynamic between the three of you. But why were you thinking about that right now? Damn those three sips of wine.

“And what did you come here for, huh? Forget about that. What did you want to talk about?” you try changing the subject, but he keeps staring at you seriously and only relaxes once he feels your hand in his, guiding the two of you toward the couch, though he still doesn’t sit down.

“I just… came here to apologize.” Haechan takes a deep breath and feels your arms wrap around him without squeezing too tightly. “I acted like an asshole that day. I shouldn’t have run away… can you forgive me?”

His hand immediately goes to your neck, holding your face so you’ll look at him. He couldn’t dare kiss you, not knowing he could lose control like he did that day, not knowing his body already missed yours.

“It’s okay.” Your smile is soft, and it’s almost painful how he knows it’s absolutely not okay. “I crossed boundaries you reinforced several times. You’re the one who should forgive me…”

“Yn, no…”

He’s the first one to pull you into a tight hug and you hug him back, the two of you staying silent for a few seconds while you only feel his heartbeat racing against your body. For the first time in days, you manage to take a deep breath and feel the weight on your shoulders almost completely disappear. Mark still was and probably always would be your safe place.

“You could stay… we could just watch movies and cuddle like always… nothing’s gonna happen…” you murmur against his chest, calmer now but still carrying a trace of fear, and you notice him tense slightly.

“Sorry, princess. I know it sounds like another bullshit excuse,” because it was. “But I promised the guys I’d meet them and sort some things out about the apartment.”

“…Okay.” It comes out almost like a whimper, and Haechan feels another painful sting in his chest. Fuck.

He pulls away from the hug just enough to hold your face again. You weren’t crying, which was a good sign, but your eyes were obviously sad, and the soft smile on your lips was clearly fake too, only there to keep him from seeing how you really felt.

Without thinking properly, before he can start breathing nervously again, Hyuck pulls you into a kiss. It starts soft, his tongue slipping into your mouth with overwhelming gentleness. Your hands remain wrapped around him, gripping his hoodie tightly while his delicately cup your face. You kiss him back, sweet and full of affection, but when one of his hands slides down your body and pulls you closer by the hip, the kiss deepens and turns urgent.

God, he missed that. Fuck, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was almost addicted to the taste of you.

You pull away after a few minutes, both of you breathless, his hand still firm on your hip keeping your bodies close while he whispers against your lips, “We can still see each other tomorrow, what do you think?”

A happy little laugh escapes through your nose while you nod, and he lets out a small “great” before pulling you into a few more quick kisses.

Your boyfriend says goodbye and walks to the door, opening it only to once again be surprised by Chaeryeong almost falling forward with her ear pressed against it. Haechan can’t hold back his laugh when Chae’s face instantly turns red, though the smile disappears once he notices Wonbin leaning against the opposite wall in the hallway, waiting for her.

“I forgot my keys…” your friend blurts out quickly and your boyfriend simply nods while stepping out.

“Sure you did. Goodnight, you two.” Hyuck says before walking toward the stairs, though not before giving Wonbin one final serious look from head to toe.

The moment he disappears down the hallway, your friends walk back into the apartment and immediately notice the shift in your mood. You seem lighter, and your slightly swollen lips give away exactly why.

“We thought he was gonna stay. I was just waiting for the moaning to start so we could finally leave in peace.” Chae says while dropping her purse again and grabbing something to eat.

“No, he just came to apologize again for the other night. And he’s still on that religious thing I told you about, so nothing would’ve happened anyway.” you say casually, though still smiling to yourself while thinking about the kiss.

“And even then he still couldn’t resist this pretty little face.” Wonbin says while squishing your cheeks and making you laugh, blushing as you think about what Mark had said. Really, Wonbin had always been sweet with you, but he was like that with Chae too, wasn’t he?

“The truth is that you two are always going to be cheesy.” Chae says while already pouring more wine.

Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to find an argument to contradict her, so you only laugh and accept the full glass, ready to go back to your sleepover night.

Downstairs, when Haechan reaches the front of the building, Mark is leaning against the wall waiting for him. The two of them had come together. Mark insisted Hyuck apologize one more time and bring you fresh flowers just to make sure you were actually okay. But since night had already fallen, and only as a precaution despite trusting his friend after that insane religious celibacy story, he still came along under the excuse of getting the information firsthand.

“So? How’d it go?”

“Normal, I guess.” Hyuck shrugs, trying not to think about the taste of the kiss mixed with wine while your boyfriend is literally standing right beside him. “Her friends were there. I think they went back to the apartment.”

Mark lets out a pleased little laugh through his nose. You might’ve been holding back your thoughts from him, but at least you weren’t alone, and hearing that made him happy.

But then Haechan interrupts his thoughts with such an absurd question that Mark stops in the middle of the sidewalk trying to process it.

“Since when does that Wonbin guy want to fuck her?” he asks like it’s nothing, trying to disguise the tension in his jaw while staring at the ground.

“What!?” Mark’s eyebrows furrow as fast as his jaw drops.

What the fuck kind of question was that?

“Her friend, you know? The guitarist? Since when is he into her?”

Hyuck stops walking too and the two stare at each other. Haechan tries keeping a neutral expression, pretending it’s just basic curiosity, while Mark’s face cycles through at least a hundred microexpressions ranging from shock to disgust to anger just imagining the possibility. Not that it would actually happen because he knew Wonbin, and yeah, he was more touchy with you, but he’d supposedly moved past the forehead-kiss phase around the third month of your relationship. Still, this was absolutely not the kind of conversation he expected or wanted to have.

“He… he’s just like that… always has been. Yn and I already argued a lot about it, but that’s old news. I don’t think he wants to fuck her.” he answers quickly, letting out a nervous laugh before starting to walk again. But Haechan grabs his shoulder, still bothered by what he saw in your apartment and trying to at least make his friend see it too.

“Come on, dude… you can’t seriously be saying that.” Mark raises an eyebrow in confusion, trying to understand what exactly his friend is getting at, and Haechan sighs nervously. “I mean, like, he reads her personal stuff, likes touching her and cuddling her, and still says goodbye kissing her forehead?? Naaah, dude, there’s definitely something there…”

Mark furrows his brows again. He wasn’t sure he was following Haechan’s logic. Everything he listed was true, he knew because you always told him, but he had never actually seen it happen in front of him. If Haechan saw it today, was he trying to say…?

“You think she’s cheating on me?” Mark’s chest sinks at the possibility of you looking for something in your friend that he couldn’t give you right now. He stares into the reflection of his own eyes in Haechan’s and watches his friend’s widen immediately.

“What!? No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all. Never.”

He answers quickly and seriously. The idea didn’t sit right with him either. But then Haechan’s thoughts drift to you, to the way your eyes lit up differently at the mere mention of him being somewhere, or rather, the mention of Mark, and he lets out a nasal little laugh.

“It’s just… I mean, maybe he is into her, but Yn definitely only has eyes for you. Relax, man. I just think you should… I don’t know, okay? She’s your girlfriend! I just think if she were my girlfriend, I’d probably question that relationship between them a little more…”

Mark nods while thinking about it. The previous thought had scared him so badly he barely even noticed Haechan’s answer, too busy nervously imagining that hypothetical scenario with you. But then a lightbulb suddenly goes off in his head and he laughs to himself.

“If she were your girlfriend, huh?” Mark asks, and Haechan feels ice run down his spine.

“I-it’s just hypothetical… I’m not saying that- you know what I meant.”

They continue walking, but Haechan’s mind is spiraling miles away wondering why the fuck he even said that and why the fuck he used you as an example of a girlfriend. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I never thought you pictured yourself in a scenario where you had a girlfriend.” Mark smirks at him and Haechan rolls his eyes, annoyed at how fast his friend seemed to move past such an important topic.

Fuck, Mark freaked out over almost nothing with Jeno and Jaemin at the beach, and now there was a fucking long-haired guitarist hovering around you, and he should be just as worried as Haechan was right now.

“Is this about someone specific?” Mark teases him with the same question Taeyong had asked before, and Haechan sighs, wanting to answer that it was definitely not about his girlfriend.

“I don’t picture myself, okay? I just think I’m doing a fucked-up job trying to be you with this perfect little life while there’s another asshole right there ready to take your place and you don’t seem to give a shit.”

Maybe the sentence didn’t come out with the same intensity Haechan had felt inside his head, because his best friend bursts into laughter, making him even more stressed.

“Relax, dude. I know you’re not imagining yourself in some world where you’re someone’s boyfriend, but just so you know, when you date someone, you have to trust, compromise, and respect a lot of things. That includes some of your partner’s friendships.” Mark sighs and shrugs. “And you can also just talk to the person. Look at me and Yn, we always talk about what bothers us and come to an agreement. I don’t worry that much about that friendship anymore because I trust her. I know he’s sometimes a little more touchy than you or Jaemin put together, but I also know she’d never do anything that could hurt me…”

Mark smiles at his friend, who nods, though Haechan doesn’t miss the way he shoves his hands into his pockets and lowers his head, disappearing into his own thoughts.

Haechan then thinks maybe he shouldn’t have brought the subject up at all because Mark now looked trapped inside the same memories tormenting him ever since you came back from your trip, and there was nothing Hyuck could say that wouldn’t only make it worse. Especially because he himself was still stuck remembering the way Wonbin’s fingers traced circles against your bare thigh and how that awful unfamiliar feeling burned in his stomach and throat just imagining what could’ve happened if he hadn’t knocked on your door.

The two of them head back toward their respective, and switched, apartments carrying Mark’s final promise with them: if they trusted each other, then whatever happened next wouldn’t hurt them.

And Haechan wanted to believe that, because Mark believed in and trusted him, just like you believed in and trusted the boyfriend he was pretending to be.

So when things returned to your weird version of normal, he started going back to your apartment on the afternoons when Mark was too busy to notice he was gone, especially if you mentioned you were planning to spend the afternoon with your friend Wonbin. But now everything was limited to conversations, cuddling, and, rarely, make-out sessions that dangerously almost ended into dry humping.

Your heart was split in two. On one hand, you felt happy he was spending time with you again, even in his strange way. On the other, you felt stupid every time he openly showed how much he desired you only to ask you to stop once things got too heated and your hands stopped finding anywhere safe on each other’s bodies.

It didn’t happen every afternoon, but whenever it did, Haechan knew he had to control every cell in his body screaming at him to betray his friend, bend you over, and, without even taking your panties off, eat you out until you begged for more.

But he didn’t have the courage for that, so he saved those thoughts for the nighttime, after you spent entire afternoons cuddled against his chest, just so he could fuck the toy Mark handed him weeks ago while breathing in the scent of your shirt, something that had become routine much earlier than he wanted to admit.

Haechan was completely fucked and he knew it, but at least he still exchanged messages and sexted with Jimin sometimes.

Mark giving her the flowers that were originally meant for his mother during some random practice, practically confirming whatever everyone already wanted to label them as, had even inspired her to send more videos and pictures. Still, he’d be lying if he said he came thinking about her a hundred percent of the time.

Honestly, the faceless videos only made it easier for him to imagine the expression you made every single time he got you off after a long, torturous session of grinding your core against his cock, something he prayed every day Mark would never even imagine had happened. Especially because he’d spent days bothering Mark nonstop, making sure the planned date with Jimin actually worked out and that at the very least he secured himself a fuckbuddy once they switched bodies back and he could… well… forget about you.

And all Mark could do was make sure it really happened, whether he liked it or not. No matter how messy everything looked, and even if it wasn’t the perfect relationship he used to have with you, Mark noticed how hard Haechan was trying not to fuck things up with him again, whether by being rude to you or simply taking advantage of the fact that he was in Mark’s body. The least he could do was return the favor.

He knew that ever since they switched bodies, this was probably the longest Haechan had gone without sleeping with someone in his entire life. All the kisses you exchanged around campus or in the university gardens were soft and discreet, and although Mark thanked God for that, he still understood how frustrating it must’ve been.

I mean, if even you were frustrated enough to vent to him, the supposed Haechan, about not having sex, imagine his friend, whose DNA probably contained the stamina of a rabbit somewhere deep in its evolutionary chain.

Besides, Mark originally thought he’d survive just fine, that the little time he got to spend with you would be enough and he wouldn’t even touch the toys he’d taken from your box. But ever since Chenle’s beach house, when he saw you in that tiny bikini and later in that dress that made you look like a doll, fuck… and not to mention those afternoons when you two had lunch together and talked in the gardens.

He hated admitting it because it made him sound like a creep, but he was obsessed with everything surrounding you. And after spending entire afternoons listening to your laugh and breathing in your perfume, there were days he simply couldn’t take it anymore and came home with a painfully hard erection hidden beneath Haechan’s oversized clothes.

Mark felt awful every time he typed and deleted the same message in your chat more than three times, asking if you’d send him a video like the ones you used to send him from Europe.

First, because all the ones you sent back then had been spontaneous, sent after moments when you couldn’t see each other but still needed him somehow, even if only through a phone call. And second because, well… Mark definitely didn’t want you having that same spontaneity with Haechan. Fuck, you were his. All he really wanted after spending an afternoon with you was to go to your apartment and spend the rest of the night with his face buried between your thighs.

It felt unfair that Haechan got to experience everything from your most innocent touches to the soft kisses you stole throughout the day while Mark was the one working hard to keep your relationship together and still had to focus on another woman over the next few days for the sake of both your relationship and his friendship with Hyuck.

He was frustrated, in every possible sense, and he couldn’t deny it. But that wasn’t what truly mattered. What mattered was that after Hyuck went to your apartment and apologized, you seemed happier. That meant Hyuck was holding up his end of the deal, and Mark would be a terrible friend if he didn’t hold up his too.

Haechan had already mentioned a dinner promise to Jimin over the phone, but just like finding a place for you and Hyuck, Mark put effort into reserving a place that was at least somewhat respectable. Not that she seemed upset about how long the supposed Haechan had taken to make it happen, especially considering she had already had dinner with his family and their first date already felt like it promised too much for one night alone.

Eventually, you all started running into Jimin’s friend group in the NCTU hallways and Mark got nervous having to act like he was interested in her right in front of you.

At first it was subtle, almost as subtle as the fact his best friend had been trading nudes with her this entire time while he pretended not to know. But after their parents met, it was almost like a decree spread through the university and suddenly everyone knew Yu Jimin and Lee Donghyuck were involved and getting way too serious.

It started with little touches of their hands, then random hugs, and suddenly she was greeting him with quick kisses on the lips every time your paths crossed.

Mark still remembered the shocked look on yours, his, and Haechan’s faces the first time it happened. You were all walking down the hallway, your hand holding Hyuck’s while the two of you stopped to talk about something random, and before Mark could even react, two hands pulled his face toward glossy cherry-flavored lips.

Your eyes and Haechan’s widened, but his friend already had a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth when he quickly muttered during the kiss, “Yn and I are leaving,” before disappearing down the hallway just so he could tease him later over text.

After Mark, Jimin was probably the busiest person in the entire university. Besides business classes and the cheerleading team, Mark knew she also volunteered teaching gymnastics to little kids and, during that dinner, he found out she occasionally worked at her father’s company too.

So when he finally managed to reserve the restaurant for their dinner, like a gentleman, he felt obligated to invite her personally and ahead of time. But the only moment both of them were free happened to be during the cheerleaders’ training break.

He walked into the gym and most of the team was sitting around stretching or resting by the benches. A few familiar faces turned toward him, maybe because he was holding flowers and looked more put together than usual, or maybe because some of those faces he recognized from Haechan’s bedroom months ago.

He tried not to care. His friend had always been performative anyway, and the entire campus probably already had a vague idea of what he came there for.

He asked one of the gymnasts where Jimin was and nearly froze when he saw your friend Chaeryeong talking to her while drinking water. As he walked toward them, Mark felt like Chaeryeong could see straight through his soul and somehow know it was actually your boyfriend doing the unimaginable there.

Still, despite all the staring, it wasn’t anything over-the-top. Mark didn’t bring a huge bouquet like last time or pull her into some cinematic kiss.

It was just him, flushed cheeks, and the fear of switching bodies right there on the spot.

He quickly asked if she’d like to go out with him Saturday night, and her answer came immediately in the form of another kiss publicly claiming the two of them once again and leaving him even more embarrassed than when he first arrived.

And only once Mark walked out of the gym did he realize again just how hot his cheeks were burning bright cherry red, mostly because he knew the main topic of conversation at NCTU for the entire week would be him, or rather, Haechan.

The week flew by, and the weekend came way too fast. None of you really found much time to spend together during it, but then an invitation from you reached both boys at the exact same time.

Wonbin’s band was playing their first sponsored show at a venue near campus, and the person who had managed to get them the sponsors was none other than Christopher Bahng, your ex-boyfriend.

He was almost done with his music production degree, so he already knew people in the industry and managed to get your friend’s band into that venue. Which also meant he’d be fully involved with the crew that night, and the three of you would inevitably have to coexist for a little while. After all, like always, you and Chae were going to the show to support Wonbin and, more importantly, play around pretending to be his producers.

You had extra tickets to bring whoever you wanted, and when you mentioned it to Mark and Haechan, both of them agreed immediately, though for very different reasons.

The plan would work the same way your date had. This time Mark would actually be there with you all and help Haechan on Friday. Then on Saturday, Haechan would help Mark understand exactly what Yu Jimin liked so much about his best friend.

But of course nothing was ever simple, especially not for two men living a triple life. Friday afternoon, Mark got a text from you.

cara mia: babe, do you think you can grab your tickets and Hyuck’s on saturday afternoon?

cara mia: I might need to leave early to help Bin and the band with hair and makeup :P

mon cher: ?????

mon cher: wait, isn’t the show today???

cara mia: haha no, it’s on the poster tomorrow at 9

cara mia: lmk if you can grab them in the afternoon, if not I’ll sort it with Haechan

mon cher: I got it babe, don’t worry

mon cher: I’ll text Hyuck if needed

He fucking needed Haechan.

Mark barely finished typing in your chat before he was already calling his friend without thinking twice.

Why the hell hadn’t he read the poster twice? Why did Wonbin have to schedule it on Saturday of all days? Fucking hell.

Haechan took forever to answer, making Mark grow increasingly nervous. If his friend took any longer, he’d be forced to run over to his apartment and panic in person. But finally, a relaxed voice answered on the other end.

“What’s up, dude?”

“Hyuck! What are you doing right now!?”

Haechan seemed to think for a second before answering casually.

“Uhm… I was about to shower so we could go to that Wonbin show…” he said indifferently, thinking he’d only agreed to this because he still hated the idea of you hyping that guy up all night. But he couldn’t exactly insist you stay home with him like you had the past few afternoons, because you weren’t even his to ask that from.

“Dude… it’s tomorrow...” Mark said flatly.

“What?? No! I’m sure the poster said Friday night, hold on…”

He left the call connected while searching through the promo post several friends had sent him, only to see in giant letters ‘The Velvet Frame - Saturday 9PM ’.

“…fuck.”

“Exactly…” Mark answered after a few seconds of silence. “But we can handle it! I mean, we’ve done this before… like, the reservation’s at eight and the band only starts at nine. Me and Jimin do what we gotta do, then I’ll head there after and meet you guys, even if it’s in the middle of the show…”

Theoretically, it would work. I mean, if they’d managed your date, his parents, and Jimin all in the same night before, then there was nothing the two of them couldn’t survive.

But when the next day finally arrived, Haechan found himself weirdly nervous just watching Mark get dressed in an outfit he himself would never wear. Everything about it screamed Mark Lee. Still, he didn’t say a single word.

The two of them stood in Hyuck’s bedroom, finishing up the final list of what should and absolutely should not happen during their respective dates so both girls would end the night satisfied and wanting a repeat… or at least almost satisfied enough to.

“Yn asked you to get there early so you guys can get a good spot for the show.” Mark said while grabbing his jacket, and Haechan nodded dismissively.

He definitely didn’t want to be anywhere near your friend, but if that’s what you and Mark wanted, then he’d do it. Without Mark noticing, he rolled his eyes, already thinking the night was probably going to drag forever.

“And please don’t drink too much.” Mark said more seriously now, staring at him. “I’m serious. It might sound dumb, but this night is important to her. She worked really hard with the band these last few weeks, and some of the songs they’re performing actually have her co-writing credits on them. Just… try to behave, okay?”

Haechan sighed and got up from the bed.

“Relax, man.” A smirk spread across his face. “I’m kinda getting pretty good at being you.”

A quiet “fuck off” slipped from Mark’s lips while he finished fixing his hair and clothes.

He was supposed to meet Jimin in twenty minutes so they could head to the restaurant together. He and Haechan were dressed in a strangely symbolic contrast tonight. For the first time in a while, Mark would be wearing his own clothes while Hyuck wore his. It was funny seeing themselves like that, but nothing that would stop either of them from playing their parts. And Mark genuinely felt like tonight was going to work out perfectly.

After Mark left the apartment, Hyuck stayed distracted on his phone for a little longer and only remembered he was running late after seeing one of your stories showing some behind the scenes videos. Alongside a few discreet pictures of the soundcheck were some close-ups of yours and Chaeryeong’s makeup looks.

He grabbed everything he needed and rushed out of the apartment. Even though the venue was close to campus, apparently every single car in the city had decided to hit the road at the exact same time, making him even later.

Haechan had never been the most punctual person among his friends, but the adrenaline pumping through him thinking about how much Mark would bitch at him if he missed the show, and worse, if missing the show gave Wonbin a free pass to spend the entire night at your side, got him to the venue in fifteen minutes flat.

With a little under twenty minutes left before the band went on stage, he finally got inside using the ticket you’d given him, and the very first person he saw was Chaeryeong looking just as nervous as he felt.

“Thank god you finally made it! Yn was freaking out less than ten minutes ago thinking you weren’t coming and because you weren’t answering your phone.”

“Yeah, I… there was a lot of traffic…” he lets out a nervous laugh through his nose, and Chaeryeong’s eyebrows furrow as she looks him up and down.

Hyuck still didn’t know how to act around your friends, so he tried steering the conversation back to you before your friend noticed how weird he was acting as Mark and started asking more questions.

“Where is she?”

“Near the stage bar…” she says, her brows still furrowed, but Hyuck only offers a small smile, thanks her, and heads in your direction.

He had no idea what you were wearing, so he’d probably have to approach every hot girl around the bar until he found the one he was looking for.

A few months ago that honestly wouldn’t have been a problem, but he was focused tonight, and he was scared any slip-up could affect what you and Mark had built, and that all the blame would fall entirely on him, so he had to make sure he picked the exact right hot girl.

But a few meters before reaching the bar, a familiar voice called out the surname he shared with his friend, making him let out a deep sigh.

“Lee, what an interesting surprise seeing you here!”

Christopher Bahng stops him. There were two other guys with him that Hyuck recognized as mutual friends of Jaemin’s, but they didn’t say anything, only watching the interaction between the two.

Haechan didn’t want to feel intimidated, especially because he’d been skipping the gym Mark was always so strict about and maybe eating more snacks than usual lately. But Christopher’s sheer shirt showing off all his absurdly well-defined muscles made Haechan think about the burger he shared with you last Tuesday for a moment.

But he wasn’t about to let that slide. He had his and Mark’s dignity to protect, and the last time they’d seen Christopher, it hadn’t exactly ended with their dignity intact.

“Good seeing you too, Bahng. Congrats on all this.” A tight smile appears at the corner of Haechan’s lips as he gestures around at the entire production the other guy managed to put together. But in response, Christopher’s smirk only grows before he speaks.

“Oh, this is nothing. You should see the work your girlfriend did with the band’s makeup and styling. She even helped me with mine.”

Your ex-boyfriend tries to provoke Haechan, but he only sighs and flashes another smile. Apparently he’d have to deal with more than just that friend of yours tonight.

“Oh, it turned out really good. She likes sitting on my lap and spending the afternoon practicing.” Christopher’s friends burst out laughing, shoving him while Haechan looks satisfied, casually asking, “I’m actually going to find her right now. Haven’t seen her?”

The older guy points with his chin toward someone standing alone at the bar with their back turned to them, wearing a baby pink nightgown with black lace details and high boots that didn’t come anywhere close to the hem of your almost dress.

You were very obviously dressed in pajamas with black lingerie underneath and heavy makeup. What they’d call a rockstar’s girlfriend. And Hyuck didn’t know if he liked the label considering he wasn’t the rockstar in question, but it was impossible to deny how tempting you looked tonight.

He swallows hard and starts walking toward you, but you’re the one who spots him first from afar and jogs lightly over to him, pulling his face into a tequila-flavored kiss.

“Oh my god, babe. I was desperate thinking you weren’t coming. I tried calling you, but all the calls keep going straight to voicemail.” Your lips never leave his face, stealing another kiss with every word and making Haechan laugh.

“I would never miss something this important to you.”

He remembers Mark’s words and inevitably remembers Wonbin’s face, thinking they really could’ve skipped this and stayed home cuddling instead. But your expression instantly softens, and you pull him into another deeper kiss. 

The lights go out, leaving only the colorful glow of the bar faintly illuminating the people around, and Haechan can’t resist pulling you closer by the waist and letting the kiss linger a little longer. Until a guitar solo starts a song and the lights slowly begin turning back on, focusing on the stage.

You break the kiss and grab the hand that had been wrapped around your body, pulling him even closer to the stage. Haechan had to agree with Christopher Bahng, you and Chaeryeong had done an incredible job with the band’s styling. They looked like rockstars sent straight from the eighties, all leather, lace, and glittering makeup.

Han Jisung sang most of the first song, and Hyuck could tell the eyes of your friend were searching for you in the crowd the entire time.

There were tons of people screaming and singing along with them at the front, including you, but Wonbin’s smile only truly widened once it found yours. And Haechan knew that because he hadn’t left your side for even a second, and the moment his friend noticed the arm around you, both boys locked eyes, making Hyuck let out an ironic laugh before watching his friend mirror it and go back to singing his part.

At the end of the first song, Han Jisung was the first to speak again, thanking everyone for being there, the friend who had helped them produce the songs, and the venue staff for letting them perform there. Everyone clapped, and then Wonbin stepped closer to the microphone, making Haechan sigh and tighten his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him as if the other boy was about to come down there and take you away from him.

“The next song… I wanna dedicate it to someone special.” He laughs, and several girls scream from the crowd, making Haechan roll his eyes. “This person helped me write a lot of the songs on our first album and, well… she’s been going through some frustrating stuff lately, so… yeah, this one’s for you.”

Once again, Hyuck knew you and Wonbin were exchanging looks from the way his friend glanced toward the two of you before adjusting his guitar and playing the first chords as he stepped closer to the microphone.

What's your thoughts about religion?

Are you close to your mother?

Tell me 'bout your dream vacation

And all of your ex lovers

Haechan narrowed his eyes, sober enough to catch every single word of the song and the way Wonbin looked at you from afar with a smile on his face. Unlike him, you were already slightly drunk, swaying to the sound of your friend’s voice without ever moving his arm from around your body.

And honestly, he preferred it that way.

Tell me now, what's that look on your face?

She puts her hand on my lips

Begging: Please end this conversation

Han sang the last part before the two of them started singing the chorus together, making Haechan’s brows, previously furrowed,  lift in surprise.

Baby said: When you're talking I go dead

Shut your mouth, give me your head

Uh, uh, uh, uh, I know you really want to

Baby said: Let me taste your silhouette

You can talk between my legs

Uh, uh, uh, uh, I know you really want to

He was absolutely sure that was about the last few afternoons you’d spent together, and he was even more certain that that son of a bitch shouldn’t be reading your personal business.

Haechan felt exposed. Even without Wonbin mentioning names, even without anyone knowing he wasn’t Mark, he could feel his cheeks heating up at the possibility that now at least half the campus knew he couldn’t even properly eat out the girlfriend he was taking care of for his friend. HIM, of all people.

And worse, he felt awful that you were bringing this to someone like Wonbin to turn into music, someone he was sure would trade writing a song about the possibility of eating you out for actually doing it, no matter how much Mark insisted that was all in his head.

The arm around your shoulders slid down your body, stroking softly until his hand settled on your waist, giving it a light squeeze that made you turn toward him with a smile.

I was running and running and running and running and running after you

I was running and running and running and running and running after you

I was crying and loving while you were just coming and howling at the Moon

Yeah, you were running and running and running away from this conversation

Your hands rested around his neck while Wonbin sang the last part melodically. Your eyes didn’t stay on his for long before dropping to your boyfriend’s lips, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth in a small bite.

“I wrote some parts thinking about you… sorry,” you whisper close to his lips, pouting for a second before it slowly turns into a far from innocent smile. Haechan nods before stealing a soft kiss from you. He really had been running from that conversation.

But without thinking too much about it, you pull him into a deeper kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth while he does the same, gripping you tighter with one hand on your ass. Mark could show up at any moment and find the two of you like this, but Hyuck didn’t care. He was too sober and too pissed off to deal with the fact that Wonbin had written a song about him not eating his girl out well enough… well, Mark’s girl.

Baby said: Let me taste your silhouette

You can talk between my legs

Uh, uh, uh, uh, I know you really want to

I wish she didn't, but my baby said

The last verses of the song played, and only then did you pull away from the kiss, Haechan tugging gently on your bottom lip with a bite, your lips already swollen and red from the pressure he’d put on them. You couldn’t hold back your smile, but soon turned back around and clapped along with everyone else.

As soon as the next song started, Wonbin seemed to shift his focus back to the crowd instead of you, which brought Haechan some relief.

He didn’t know what he had to do or say for you and Mark to finally listen to him, but for tonight he just needed to survive a few more hours and get you home without losing his mind over anyone. It was a shame that just this dress of yours and the packed venue constantly shoving you against his body were already enough to make him lose it. 

One of his hands slid over the thin fabric of your slip dress until it stopped right beneath your breasts, holding you firmly against him. Haechan had never imagined doing something like this with someone if he wasn’t sure the night would end in his bed, but tonight was bringing out something different in him, something he hated admitting, but that felt almost too territorial.

Once again, he knew Mark could show up at any second, but it was almost instinctive the way he buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply, taking in your perfume before pressing a kiss there and watching you shiver because of it.

Hyuck hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet, but he already felt completely drunk on your scent. He needed to get out of there, even if just for a few minutes.

“I’m gonna grab a beer. You want anything?” You only manage to hear him, because your supposed boyfriend’s face still buried in the curve of your neck.

“I already took five tequila shots with the band…” you grimace, and his face immediately lifts, brows furrowing.

“Jesus…” A soft laugh leaves your nose at his expression. Mark always did that… “I’m getting you water.”

Even though his body clearly didn’t want to, Haechan pulls away from you and heads toward the bar. He was trying not to show everyone exactly who you belonged to, right there in the middle of the crowd. So he needed that first sip himself to clear his head and remind himself that you weren’t his, either.

Even from that distance, he could still see you dancing and cheering for your friend while Wonbin occasionally looked your way. He spent a few songs watching the situation from afar, trying to straighten out his thoughts.

Haechan definitely couldn’t lose his mind over this. For starters, he didn’t even know where all of this was coming from, you were nothing more than his best friend’s girlfriend, but every time Wonbin shifted his attention away from dozens of screaming girls just to look for you, the blood rushed straight to his head and his hands tightened harder around the beer bottle.

Honestly? He was tired of it. He grabbed your water and walked back over to you. Without waiting or hesitating, his hand easily found your waist and pulled you against him.

“I thought you got lost.” You turn toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck, which only makes Haechan tighten his fingers around your waist even more.

“I’ll always find you.”

You smile at him, and Haechan notices the way your eyes shine at those words.

You lean in to kiss him, but he stops you for a second just to look at you again.

A guitar solo bordering on melancholy and desperation somehow manages to express everything he feels when he thinks about the fact that one day he might just go back to his own body and never get to see this again.

And then he pulls you into an urgent kiss while the song keeps playing. While you stand there with your back turned to the stage, giving all your attention to him and only him as if he were the main attraction. Your hands tug at his hair while your body presses against his, and his hands roam over yours, pulling you closer like the two of you could somehow melt into one another.

The two of you only pull apart to catch your breath, and Haechan thinks about dragging you into another kiss, but your friend’s voice echoes through the microphone again, making you turn your head and leaving your supposed boyfriend frustrated enough to rest his forehead against your neck, scattering a few kisses there before finally looking toward the stage too.

“Guys, we’re almost wrapping up for tonight…” A wave of collective disappointment spreads through the crowd, making the band laugh. “Relax, we still have a few more songs. And we’re partying with you afterward. I just wanted to thank you all again, for the venue, for Chan helping us out, for our support team, and for all your love.”

A few girls near the stage start screaming hysterically when Wonbin finishes talking and winks at them, and Haechan honestly thinks thank fucking god, rolling his eyes. At least his attention wasn’t on you anymore.

“Lastly, I wanna thank one friend in particular.” Your supposed boyfriend’s hand tightens around your waist, but you don’t pay much attention to it, assuming he’s just continuing what the two of you had already been doing. But Hyuck clenches his jaw while staring at the stage beside you.

“She’s always supported me a lot, especially when it came to standing up here in front of you guys, and I wanted to dedicate this song to her. Well… it’s her favorite band’s song. After ours, obviously.” He lets out a small laugh and adjusts his guitar again. “I hope you guys like it.”

The drummer and Han start playing something in sync that sounds like a pop song adapted into their style, and then your friend starts singing.

Saw your body language and I know how you're feeling

You look like the kind of girl that's tired of speaking

Standing with somebody but he doesn't know what you like

Son of a bitch.

For a moment, Haechan just stood there listening to the first lines of the song before he couldn’t hold back the ironic laugh that escaped him.

Chaos immediately broke out, people screaming, “Is he singing One Direction?” “Wait, this is One Direction?!” and Hyuck honestly didn’t even care when the crowd surged even closer to the stage, everyone starting to sing along, until he noticed he’d loosened his grip on your waist too much and now you were one of the people jumping around near the front.

Worse, you were the person he wanted closest to that stage.

Fuck, why did he have to know everything about the two of you?

You caught my attention, you were looking at me first

All that I can see's you waking up in my t-shirt

If you're not hooked on anything right now, I can be your vice

Haechan bit the inside of his cheek and took a sip of his beer while watching your body jump around in that dress threatening to ride up way too much. You were only a few steps away from him, but your attention was completely on Wonbin, singing the lyrics along with him and Han Jisung.

Haechan had to be in some fucking movie. Watching the girl he was with exchange looks with the lead guitarist was never a situation he could’ve imagined himself in.

All you need to know is

You can call me. When you're lonely. When you can't sleep

I'll be your temporary fix

You control me. Even if it's just tonight

With every word of that damn chorus, Haechan felt like throwing up. Or at the very least punching someone.

You didn’t need some fucking temporary fix. Haechan covered your needs just fine.

Okay, maybe not all of them, but he was sure he was very good at that after your boyfriend. Much better than Wonbin could ever imagine himself being.

That damn song felt way too long. The distance between you and him felt way too long. He was already starting to get irritated by the sound of Wonbin’s voice, so when the last lines of the song were sung almost like a whine by your friend, the first thing Haechan did was find your pink dress in the crowd, pull you in by the waist, and bring you against his body in a half-hug.

“He sang One Direction, did you see that?!” you asked excitedly, and Haechan faked a surprised expression, forcing a tight smile and nodding along.

Mark would probably know it was your favorite band, and maybe he’d be happy seeing you jumping around and singing like that. Or maybe not. Maybe he’d finally understand what Haechan meant when he said Wonbin singing about being your temporary fix was completely different from their friends joking around dancing with you.

The band only played one or two more songs before finally getting off the stage. The venue filled with overlapping chatter until a DJ climbed up and quickly started playing music that swallowed the crowd whole again.

You pulled Haechan by the hand toward the area the band and crew were using as a backstage space. It was complete chaos, Christopher and some friends were already there talking to people, and you arrived right behind the four band members.

Your hand was still holding Haechan’s when you tapped Wonbin on the shoulder, and he turned around with a wide smile.

“You guys were amazing up there. You were literally born for this, Bini!” Haechan squeezed your hand lightly before you let go to be welcomed into your friend’s arms.

The two of you immediately started showering each other with compliments about how good the songs sounded and how great his stage presence was, and Haechan had to make a serious effort not to roll his eyes. Because why were you even still there? You’d already seen him perform, Mark still hadn’t arrived, and literally nothing was stopping the two of you from going back home and cuddling on your couch.

When you and your friend finally drifted out of your own little world, you moved on to hug and congratulate the other band members, and your friend finally noticed your boyfriend standing there, a crooked smile appearing on his lips.

“Mark! Good to see you here, we thought you weren’t coming…” Haechan flashes him a fake smile and watches Wonbin walk closer to him near the door to talk.

“Couldn’t miss it. I’m the permanent one, remember?” He smiles, almost satisfied to remind Wonbin of that, even if it wasn’t true.

Your friend just smiles back, raising his brows in agreement, and Haechan feels like he finally won one. But the universe had apparently been against his peace of mind for weeks now, because when Chaeryeong suddenly appeared and ran toward Wonbin to hug him, the last thing Haechan expected was for her to bump into him and spill half her drink all over his chest.

“Binie, you did so good!!” Wonbin wrapped his arms around your friend and thanked her.

But Hyuck felt the ice from the drink run straight down his chest and automatically let out a quiet, instinctive, “Oh shit,” instantly drawing the room’s attention to him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Mark! I swear I didn’t mean to! I’ll get you something to dry off with!” Chaeryeong quickly pulled away from the hug, setting her cup down and grabbing napkins to hand to Hyuck, who kept insisting it was fine.

“You look like a strawberry slushie.” You laugh while your friend desperately tries drying him off, and Haechan gently pushes her away to look at you seriously.

Half the room was laughing at the dumb exchange between you and your friend while the other half barely glanced over, too busy having serious conversations about future shows or bigger venues.

“I think there are some clean clothes in the suitcase we brought, Yn. It’s under that box, I’ll help you.”

You walk over toward the bags beside a small couch and start digging through them, and then Wonbin moves beside you, and as if the songs, the looks, and the too-long hug hadn’t already been enough, Haechan watches him rest a hand on your waist after moving a box out of your way so you could search through the suitcase. 

Most of it was leather or sheer clothes, stage outfits the band had worn. Haechan noticed how you started carefully picking which piece your supposed boyfriend would feel most comfortable in while your friend suggested options, his hand still resting somewhere it absolutely did not belong, until Hyuck finally lost patience and cleared his throat to call your name.

He definitely did not want to be there anymore.

“Yn. Hey…” Both of you look at him. “I’ll dry off in the bathroom…” Haechan tilts his head slightly, thinking you understood, but neither you nor Wonbin’s hand moved, making Hyuck take a deep breath before forcing another fake smile onto his face. “Will you help me?”

And as if by magic, you were already safely back at his side again, pulling him toward the nearest empty bathroom. The two of you slipped into the VIP restroom, which luckily only had a line of two people outside. And once again, Haechan found himself locked inside a bathroom with you.

The difference from the first time was that now he wasn’t confused or hesitant, he was pissed off and frustrated with everything that had happened tonight.

Without thinking twice, he presses you against the door, locking it behind you before pulling you into a kiss. One of his hands grips your jaw firmly, not letting you move or try one of your usual little games to take control from him.

Not that you were rational enough to even try right now, because at the moment all your body wanted was to pull him closer, even while feeling the cold dampness of his soaked shirt against your torso.

Haechan doesn’t warn you or hesitate. He just grabs your waist mid-kiss and lifts you onto the sink. Your legs part slightly, but it’s enough space for him to slot himself perfectly between them and get even closer to your body. He pulls away from your lips for a second, catching his breath between kisses he trails down your neck to the tops of your breasts, listening to the quiet moans leaving you.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he says between kisses, and a smile immediately starts forming on your lips. “You spent the whole fucking night offering yourself up to your little idiot friend, huh? What for? Just to piss me off or to prove you’re a whore?”

Haechan slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes hard, pulling you even closer against him. Your moan comes out louder this time, but instead of answering, you just feel his half-hard cock twitch against your core.

“You’d never give that guy a chance, would you? Because you’re mine. Only mine.”

“Yes, I’m yours, only yours…” you agree dumbly through a moan, trying to pull his face back toward yours for a kiss, but Hyuck’s hand moves to your throat, holding your jaw while forcing you to look at him.

“And still, you let that asshole think he can do shit like this.” The first smack lands sharply against your thigh, making you let out a small cry while Haechan laughs.

At this point he’d already thrown the whole good friend thing to hell. I mean, it was hard focusing on being a good friend and a good man when another guy spent the entire fucking night hitting on the girl who is with him. Maybe he was a little crazy sometimes, but he still understood some things had fucking limits, and you were one of them.

His hand massages the spot where he slapped you for a moment, close to the lace edge of your dress. His fingers trace along it before he lets out a soft laugh.

“You look so fucking pretty in this nightgown. Did you dress like this just for that loser friend of yours?” he asks, hand still wrapped around your throat, though his thumb gently strokes your lips as he watches them curl into a smile.

“I dressed like this hoping you’d take me to bed faster.”

A low, satisfied chuckle leaves Haechan’s nose. His hand slips underneath your dress and quickly finds your panties, pulling them down without once looking away from your eyes. If he’d been even slightly angrier, he probably would’ve ripped the tiny piece of fabric apart right there, but instead he only sighs before stepping back and lowering himself until he’s face to face with your stomach.

“I can’t believe you wore something like this to see some asshole like your friend. It’s like I never taught you any manners.” He pulls the fabric down your legs while you stare at him without blinking. “To teach you how to be a good girl, you’re going without these for the rest of the night, okay?”

Haechan looks at you as if it’s a serious conversation while stuffing your panties into his pocket. But the way your teeth catch your bottom lip doesn’t let him keep up the act for very long.

He doesn’t stand back up. He only slowly shakes his head, silently scolding you for everything that happened tonight that you hadn’t even noticed. His hands slide to the hem of your dress and lift it up to your waist, completely exposing you to him.

Hyuck didn’t have time. Worse than that, he didn’t want to wait. The second your dress was lifted, kisses and small bites around your thighs, stomach, and inner hips became automatic.

The kisses weren’t rushed, but the feeling behind them was urgent. He needed this. He needed to make you understand that only he could make you feel like this, because only you made him feel this way.

One of his hands slides behind your thigh and lifts it up, resting your knee over his shoulder and giving him full access to the place aching for him the most. A quiet moan leaves you the second you feel his breath against your slit, followed by a kiss.

The fingers that had been gripping your thigh move between your legs, spreading you open for him while his tongue slowly drags through your folds.

“Oh, fuck, babe!” Your head falls back and you moan loudly. One of your hands braces against the sink while the other immediately tangles in his hair, petting softly.

Haechan repeats the motion two more times, collecting your taste before finally sucking on your clit hungrily.

“Ah, oh my god, please! Please!”

He watched your breathing falter and laughed, thinking it was impossible that you could come from just a few licks, but that was the reality, and he knew it from the way you started tugging at his hair to pull his face closer. Your climax seemed way too close already, so he pulled away, still trying to decide whether he was even going to let you cum tonight.

Your eyes met the second his mouth left your core, moving instead to leave mocking little kisses along your thigh. Your face twisted into a confused, frustrated expression, brows furrowed together, and he hated admitting how much he loved seeing it. Then, after one last kiss to your thigh, he lowered your leg back to the floor and stood up.

Your lips found each other almost immediately once he was standing in front of you again, tasting yourself on him while wondering if he was going to kneel back down or if this was the moment he’d stop everything and reject you because of some stupid promise.

But Haechan’s hand quickly returned to your jaw, gripping it firmly while he studied your face.

“I think I’m being way too nice to you.” His lips curl into an almost pitying smile, and you let out a nervous laugh, not fully understanding what he’s implying. “I mean, you don’t deserve to cum right now after everything you put me through tonight…”

“So what do you have in mind then?”

You blink a few times, expecting him to describe every filthy thing he could do to you, but instead Haechan only lets out a soft laugh through his nose and presses a hand onto your shoulder, making you kneel in front of him. His hand strokes your face sweetly before moving back to his soaked shirt, lifting it slightly and exposing your boyfriend’s abs.

You understand instantly and move your hands to his belt and jeans, working to free the obvious bulge straining beneath them. Your mouth waters the second you get his pants undone, your hands sliding to the waistband of his boxers before stopping just before pulling them down.

It was impossible not to think about the last times he’d rejected you or simply pulled away after things got this far, so you glance up at him, but your boyfriend only stares back with an indifferent, almost impatient expression.

“What are you waiting for, slut? A formal invitation?”

Mark never talked to you like that, but it was impossible not to feel your core clench around nothing whenever he called you that. You knew he wasn’t into degradation, so whatever had happened between you and Wonbin tonight, you fully intended on repeating at least one more time.

A small smile appears at the corner of your lips as you pull his boxers down to his thighs, his cock springing free against his stomach, flushed red, angry, and damp with precum.

Fuck, you were starving.

You look at him one last time just to make sure, and he’s still staring down at you with that indifferent expression, though there’s a new glint in his eyes as he grips the base of his cock to hold it in front of your face.

The second your tongue touches the tip of his cock, Haechan swears he sees heaven. He shuts his eyes for a moment and mutters a strained “Fuck,” loud enough for you to hear, making you smile with the tip of him still in your mouth.

It had been so long since you’d had him like this that you wanted to take all the time you could. One of your hands wraps around the base of his cock beneath his own while the other braces against his thigh. Your tongue drags over as much of him as you can reach, sucking constantly while stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth.

Your pussy won’t stop clenching just from the feeling of him on your tongue. Every time you glance up, your boyfriend’s eyes are still fixed on you, and every moan that slips from him only encourages you to suck harder and deeper.

For a brief moment, you pull him from your mouth and shift your attention lower, licking and sucking around his balls while continuing to stroke him with your hand.

“You greedy little whore, huh? Can’t just settle for the cock, gotta do the full service. Ah, fuck!”

Your mouth instantly returns to his cock at the comment, and you try taking him deeper.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Haechan moans way too loudly for such a small bathroom. And your face pulls away too quickly just to catch your breath, clearly out of practice.

But that was exactly Haechan’s point, he was way too nice letting you do whatever you wanted.

Your tongue had already returned to licking at his tip when the hand bracing himself against the wall moves to your hair, gripping tightly and pulling you flush against his stomach.

“Oh my fucking god!” He holds you there for a few seconds, listening to you choke and feeling your throat tighten around him. “Yes, fuck, yes…”

Your hands grip his thighs tightly. You don’t try to pull away or fight it, just close your eyes and feel the burn in your throat. Your thighs press together uncomfortably again, if only you still had your panties on, you could grind against the fabric and get some friction, but all you could think about now was the image of your boyfriend opening you up exactly the same way he was using your throat right now.

Haechan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you in place without giving you any chance to escape, and then starts slowly thrusting into your mouth at his own pace while moaning filthy things out loud.

Drool slips from the corners of your mouth, tears streaking through your makeup, leaving you more and more ruined-looking by the second, and all Hyuck can think about is how to make it even worse.

“I’m gonna fucking cum on your face. And then you’re gonna go back to your little friend so he can kiss your pretty face and taste my cum on you. Then he’ll finally understand who you belong to. He’ll finally know you’re only mine.”

He says it through gritted teeth without stopping the movement of his hips, and your eyes open immediately, watery and hungry at the thought of it. Haechan can’t take it. He speeds up the thrusts into your mouth, barely stopping himself from pulling out and doing exactly what he just described, ending up cumming down your throat instead. 

Breathing heavily, he loosens his grip on your hair and watches you swallow every drop before coughing slightly from the unexpected free deepthroating session. You looked ruined, your makeup more smeared than before, your hair messy from the way he’d held it, and still somehow you were one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen.

He stares at you still kneeling there, catching your breath while looking back at him with an expression that doesn’t look tired at all, making him laugh softly. You really were a whore. His whore.

Hyuck brings his hand back to your hair, petting it gently before moving down to caress your face. His thumb brushes your cheek before he delicately cups your jaw.

“Open.”

You part your lips, showing him how you swallowed every drop he gave you, making Haechan smile at your obedience, but for one second he stops thinking entirely about what he’s doing and just spits into your mouth.

Okay... Maybe that crossed a slight line because neither of you moves for a second.

But then your eyes meet, and when he looks back down at your mouth, a small smile appears at the corner of your lips.

“Swallow.”

You close your mouth and swallow again, and the way his cock twitches at the sight makes you laugh this time.

“Looks like you’re finally learning after all,” he murmurs before helping you back onto your feet and pulling you into a quick kiss.

“I think I deserve a reward then…” Your hand finds his cock between your bodies again, slowly stroking him and making Haechan shut his eyes briefly from the post-orgasm sensitivity.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you think you deserve?”

You. Inside me.

That’s what you think before speaking, smiling when your thumb drags over the tip of his cock and makes him twitch.

“What do you think I deserve?”

Your boyfriend’s laugh echoes through the bathroom before he quickly turns you around, bending you over the sink and the huge mirror showing exactly how chaotic the two of you looked. Your ass arches back against his cock and you try twisting around enough to at least pull his face toward yours, but he smacks your ass lightly.

“Hands on the sink.”

He says it while staring at you over your shoulder through the mirror, and you can’t stop yourself from biting your lip because he looked absolutely delicious watching you like that.

Both his hands settle on your waist, gently massaging downward until they reach your hips while his thumbs trace slow circles into the small of your back.

Another slap lands on your ass, not like you weren’t expecting it, watching him through the mirror the whole time. Hyuck bites his lip and lifts your slip dress a little higher, giving himself a full view of your ass before smacking you again and laughing softly when your body arches back into it instead of pulling away. 

Fuck, he was getting obsessed with every tiny reaction you had to him.

Without waiting any longer, he kneels again, and you try to turn around too, but he reminds you.

“Hands on the sink.”

“You need to see the slutty look on your face when you come. Only then are you gonna understand what you’re doing to me.”

You laugh at that because from your position all you can really see is Mark’s hair moving and his hands gripping your dress tightly against your hips while he spreads your legs apart a little more.

You were soaked. You knew it, Hyuck knew it. He just hadn’t expected making you deepthroat him would leave you this drenched.

Your core was right in front of his face like the main course at the best restaurant in the city. He exhales at the sight, and the second you feel his breath against you, you clench around nothing again and wiggle your hips slightly like you’re more than ready for whatever attention he decides to give you.

But two of his fingers are quick to slide through your slit, collecting your slick before pulling away again, making you arch back and instinctively chase after them. Which was pretty obvious considering Haechan groans obscenely the second he sucks his own fingers into his mouth.

“How the fuck do you taste this good? Fuck…”

Before you can answer, tease him, or grind back against his face again, both his hands grip you firmly and you feel his warm tongue press against you.

“Oh my fucking god!!”

You brace your stomach against the sink and arch your back even further. His tongue starts fucking you lightly in a teasing rhythm, carefully avoiding your clit as much as possible, only the tip slipping in and out while he alternates between swallowing and spreading the slick he collects from you. You get lost in the sensation almost instantly, eyes falling shut while endless moans leave your lips. Hyuck doesn’t stop groaning against your core either, quiet little “fuck”s, “so fuckin’ delicious,” or even “so fucking mine,” making you roll your eyes back and nod along even though neither of you could fully see the other.

He spends several seconds avoiding your most sensitive spot because throughout these past weeks he’d learned your body too well, and he knew that if he focused entirely on your clit you wouldn’t last more than a few minutes, and he wasn’t ready for this to end yet.

His phone starts vibrating inside his jacket pocket and without even looking, he reaches over and declines the call while adjusting himself behind you. It almost felt like the more he ate you out, the wetter you became.

Without thinking much, or maybe thinking way too much about it, he gathers your slick with his tongue and drags it higher toward your ass. You push your hips back against him and Hyuck laughs softly at your reaction.

“Yes, baby, please…”

He gives a few slow licks there while his thumb circles over your clit, making you grind helplessly while you completely lose control over the volume of your moans.

But that wasn’t Hyuck’s real intention tonight. At least not tonight. So his tongue returns to your cunt, gathering more slick before he spreads your thighs wider and holds you firmly in place while sucking hard on your clit.

The movements are relentless, the suction rough, his tongue moving in every direction with impossible precision. Just like he already knew, you couldn’t handle the stimulation for more than a few seconds before your legs snapped shut, trembling violently while he still held your hips, trying to keep you spread open for him.

You barely have time to recover before your boyfriend stands back up and turns you around hurriedly. His hands quickly steady you on the sink while he slots himself between your legs. Haechan pulls the straps of your dress down with little care, exposing your breasts to him.

From how close you are, you can feel his cock brushing against your entrance and his phone vibrating against your thigh while he presses his body firmly against yours. He doesn’t hesitate before leaning down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking as hard as he did your clit before finishing with a bite that pulls a loud moan from you while his hand lines himself up at your entrance.

You push your hips forward and try pulling him closer with your legs tightening around him. It almost works, because the second the tip slips inside you, both of you let out a moan that had been trapped for months. But your supposed boyfriend doesn’t move, only feeling you pulse around the head of his cock while his phone keeps vibrating nonstop in his pocket. He presses his forehead against yours and looks you in the eyes.

“You sure you want this?” he whispers through a groan.

“I want it so fucking bad,” you whisper back, making him laugh quietly and nod.

His hands move to your hips again, adjusting your position so he can finally push all the way inside. He looks at your face one more time, absolutely perfect, like some fucking dream he’d already had a thousand times before. He was barely ten percent inside you and it already felt like heaven. Once he pushed the rest in… he genuinely couldn’t think straight from the fear of cumming in the first two thrusts.

But then someone starts pounding desperately on the door, startling both of you and making you clench tightly around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, Yn…” Hyuck takes a deep breath to stop himself from cumming right there and drops his head onto your shoulder.

Within seconds, cold panic shoots down his spine as he suddenly thinks it might be Mark outside. He starts turning toward the door, but your hand catches his face first and steals a quick kiss.

“Sorry, sorry… ignore them, they’ll find another bathroom. Just pay attention to me, please, fuck me…” you whine softly, trying to pull him closer again. And fuck, if just your entrance already felt this good, then he needed the rest of you immediately. So he nods and grips your hips again.

But the pounding comes back, sounding even more desperate now.

“Open the fucking door!!”

“There’s an emergency out here!!”

Two muffled voices start yelling through the door and Haechan clenches his jaw in frustration before pulling out of you and quickly fixing both your clothes, already planning on opening the door just to curse them out before finding out what kind of emergency could possibly be happening.

Fuck, he had an emergency too, he hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

But the second the door swings open, before he can say anything, three girls rush into the bathroom and without even waiting for you to leave, one of them immediately starts throwing up everywhere.

“Holy shit!!” Haechan grabs your arm and pulls you away while you burst out laughing at his horrified expression, the girls still complaining about how long you’d taken inside.

The two of you stumble out of the cramped bathroom and the party still seems packed, but none of those people or any of that noise matters to either of you anymore. Once you’re far enough from the bathroom, you wrap your arms around his neck and steal a few kisses, whispering against his lips.

“Wanna go to my place?”

A grin instantly spreads across Haechan’s face and before he can think rationally, the second head between his legs agrees for him. And you don’t wait another second for a different answer, already pulling him toward the exit.

But as always, ever since that cursed day he ate that fucking pastry at Chenle’s party, the universe didn’t seem to be on his side. Because three steps away from the exit stood Mark, his face red, swollen, and soaked from crying so much, cellphone pressed against his ear while he looked seconds away from a complete breakdown.

“Where were you guys? I’ve been trying to call you for over twenty minutes…” he says while staring at Hyuck, and suddenly it feels like every word disappears from Haechan’s head and maybe the two of them don’t even speak the same language anymore.

Then Mark looks at you, and Hyuck feels another chill run down his spine because you were definitely not in what anyone would call presentable condition for your actual boyfriend. Fuck, for all he knew you probably still had his cum in your mouth.

But before Haechan can even process anything, Mark’s eyes fill with tears again and his breathing starts shaking apart. Without a word, almost automatically, your expression completely softens with concern and you pull him into a hug while he apologizes uncontrollably.

“Hyuck, hey, calm down… tell me what happened…” You stroke his hair gently, but Mark only shakes his head while continuing to apologize. And the real Hyuck just stares at the scene without understanding a single thing happening.

“Hey, breathe with me, okay? One, two, three, four…” Your hands move to Mark’s face, caressing him softly while he copies your breathing, though the tears still won’t stop falling. “Do you want some water? Yeah? Okay… stay here with Mark for a second while I get you one. Deep breaths, I’ll be right back.”

He nods, and both of them watch your pink dress disappear toward the nearest bar.

Reality slowly settles back into Hyuck’s head, and then he’s gripping his friend’s arms, which is enough for Mark to pull him into another hug without stopping crying for even a second.

“Dude, what happened? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

He quickly pulls back to check Mark over from head to toe, but physically everything looked fine. Except for the swollen, watery eyes staring back at him.

“I fucked Yu Jimin.”

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