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I’ve lost touch. Yeah, I know. “oh, another writer’s losing her/his touch again.” “we need more writers.” “everyone’s leaving.” I hear your cries but hey, I didn’t say anything about leaving! I just lost so much of my motivation to write, and truthfully, it feels funny even as I'm typing this. Why exactly did I lose touch? ....I don’t know why either. Maybe it’s because I'm so pressured to have to do well in school. It's difficult to juggle being a fan AND dealing with school AND running this blog, and I definitely overestimated myself. I used to be able to do it in the past, but there’s so much more workload now that I'm in the ‘later years’ of university... I guess I just made some sacrifices along the way and then this happened. 

But I won’t stop writing completely, and I will not delete this blog. I actually had something planned for you guys, a jjproject fic that I wanted to write. I typed it all out on my notes but I just couldn’t continue. Something tells me that I won’t abandon this ‘project’ of mine that I’ve planned, so let’s see when I’ll get down to continuing it. 

I’m going to be really honest with you guys here - don’t wait for me to write anything, for now. I probably won’t post anything in the next few days, or months. I’ll come back, I just don’t know when. When I graduate with a degree, maybe? :’) I’ll try to pop in on days when I have a little more time on my hands to answer asks and messages, so you can still talk to me! 

Lastly, I just want to say that I’m always thankful to those who stayed and those who constantly send me really encouraging messages. I do recognize some of your URLs because I’ve seen it on my activity page a few times, so thank you! ♡ Also, I don’t know how I even made it to 6K followers when I’ve been so inactive the past few months. To my new followers, welcome to this old ass blog, it's like some antique you’d find at your grandma’s 100-year-old house. I hope you like what I’ve written so far, and maybe you’d like to stick around a little longer for what’s to come? c: 

This is a really lengthy post and I bet more than half of you didn’t bother reading up till here but that’s okay. I just wanted to explain myself! Till then, take care of yourselves and before you know it, I’ll be back with something! I love you guys ♡♡♡♡

The flight back to LA seemed longer than it usually did. Maybe it was because Mark didn’t have his noisy members there with him throughout the journey - it was a solo trip back home since it was their break. The other members had other things planned for themselves, like Jackson and Jinyoung heading to Japan together, Jaebum going back to his hometown (as always), and the maknaes making a trip to Thailand to visit Bambam’s place. 

Mark can’t help the erratic beating of his heart, a regular occurrence he can’t seem to overcome every time the pilot speaks over the intercom to announce their impending landing and when he sees the bustling city once he peers out the window. 

He was going to see familiar faces again, ones that he couldn’t help but miss even when he’s right there with them. 

Although lethargic from the excruciatingly long flight, he collects his huge luggage and there’s a skip in his step when he walks through the sliding glass doors, immediately greeted by his parents who hand him an iced americano; the usual. Mark filled his parents in on what he had been doing for the last couple months, though they probably already knew since they’d call him every once in awhile to check on his wellbeing. 

Mark breaks out into a huge grin when he steps into his backyard and is greeted with loud cheers and hugs from his friends, some even popping some party poppers and getting him to wear a party hat. They force a cup of beer into his hand and he immediately does a one shot, the excitement from seeing his friends and family again just overflowing. 

He’s stuffed with barbecued meat and food he’s deprived of having back in Korea, constantly chatting with his friends. 

The sun quickly disappears and only the stars light up the dark night sky. Mark had been so busy today you didn’t want to bother him. He probably didn’t even know you were here.

You wouldn’t have broken up with Mark if he hadn’t moved to Korea to make a living. You were selfish and you couldn’t see yourself in a long distance relationship, where dates would become video calls and your ‘good morning’s were his ‘good night’s. 

It wasn’t like the two of you were really serious, though, it had only lasted slightly more than half a year before he broke the news to you. 

Cups are lined up on a table and everyone cheers for Mark to play beer pong. He chuckles and waves his hand a little as if to ask the crowd to quieten down for him. 

“If I’m gonna play, someone has to play with me.” He slightly slurs. He was already pretty tipsy, his cheeks starting to turn into a darker shade of pink. The crowd pushes Andrew up to the front and sacrifices Holly but Mark just snorts. He looks around the crowd and his eyes land on you. “Y/N, come play.” 

You stare at him in shock, blinking when people started cheering and pushing you to the front. His friends were whistling and some even nudged you in the arm, giving you knowing winks. 

“Aye Mark, you still got an eye for her?” Andrew, who was obviously drunk, makes an unnecessary remark and you scoff, hitting him lightly on the head and telling him to mind his own business. When you stood next to Mark, he raised his brows at you and bit his lower lip. 

“Thought I didn’t notice you?” He leans in and whispers. The crowd starts cheering and you roll your eyes, though your cheeks and ears were starting to get red from the close proximity. Quickly, you started the game to avoid any more embarrassing confrontations. 

By the end of the game, both you and Mark had drank quite a fair bit. You had missed 1 or 2 more cups than Mark did, and the crowd forced you to do a forfeit. 

“Kiss Mark.” Someone from the back hollers and your eyes grew wide. You weren’t sure if you heard correctly because your surroundings were buzzing. His friends started chanting for you to kiss him and you held onto the beer pong table for support, giggling slightly. Mark approached you, holding onto your arm as he smiled lazily. 

“I’m going to kiss you.” He states, staring into your half-lidded eyes for a brief second before leaning in to press his lips against yours. You gasp, the feeling of his lips on yours so foreign yet familiar at the same time. He tilts his head and pulls you closer to his body, deepening the kiss. The loud thumping of your heart in your ears drown out every other sound and in that moment, all you could think about was how Mark was a really good kisser and how you needed to pee. 

You pushed him away after what felt like forever, using the back of your hand to wipe your lips. You shook off Mark’s grip on your wrist, squeezing your way through the crowd to the bathroom. You ignored remarks about the kiss as you dashed up the stairs, quickly shutting the door tight. 

Once you’ve done your business, you stared at yourself in the mirror and tried to freshen up. Your face was beet red, you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the searing kiss you shared with Mark in front of everyone. Your fingers grazed over your lips and you suddenly felt embarrassed for doing that. The two of you hadn’t kissed in awhile

A loud knock broke your thoughts and you grumbled inwardly. You were ready to swing the door open to a drunk person wanting to use the bathroom, but instead, you were met with Mark’s worried expression. 

“You okay?” He slurs, leaning his full body weight on the doorframe. 

“Yeah. I just needed to use the bathroom.” You reply, looking down onto the space between the two of you. Mark giggles and walks forward, forcing you back into the confined space. You watch him shut the door and lock it, backing you up against the sink. He stares at you and it’s hard to miss the hunger in his eyes with the way he licks his lips and the way his fingers graze your arm. 

“You know what would be really crazy right now?” He leans in and whispers, lips almost touching yours. His daringly rests his forehead against your own and his breath reeked of alcohol. You tried to keep your gaze on him, though your vision was starting to get fuzzy again and there was a buzzing in your ear.

“What?” You managed to breathe out, the sexual tension between the both of you so thick it was suffocating.

“If I fucked you right here, right now.” His voice lowered an octave and you could feel yourself start to get wet just from his voice. You whimpered and Mark closed the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing to yours again, but harder and rougher this time. He pushed his tongue past your lips, his muscle dancing with yours in messy circles as you tasted each other. 

Swiftly, Mark lifts you up onto the counter and stands between your legs, his chest pressed against yours. Your fingers find their way into his black locks and you grip firmly, pulling him impossibly closer. You start to roll your hips against his crotch that was pressed at your center, eliciting a groan from Mark. 

His hands start to roam your chest as he breaks the kiss only to divert his attention to your neck. He harshly sucks onto the smooth skin right above your collarbone, promising to leave a mark there. Your shirt comes off, revealing your maroon bra. He smirks, attaching his lips to the flesh right above your bra cup and leaving yet another one of his marks. 

Your breath hitches when his fingers delve into your black flowy shorts, rubbing your sensitive clit above the flimsy material of your panties. He feels a damp patch on your panties and he pushes it to the side, cursing in between kisses at how wet you were.

“Jesus, you’re so wet.” He says and you pout, not wanting him to tease you any further. He grins and kisses away your pout as he pulls down your shorts along with your panties. 

Mark kneels down on the ground, his face right in front of your glistening center. He spreads your legs even further and kisses your inner thighs, leading right up to your core. 

“You smell so good.” He doesn’t give you enough time to react before pressing his tongue against your clit. A loud moan leaves your lips and you throw your head back against the mirror, leaning against it as you let Mark’s tongue assault your folds. 

With one hand, Mark pushes his jeans and boxers down to let his hard dick spring free. He strokes himself as he eats you out, moaning against your folds and sending vibrations throughout your body. You roll your hips against his mouth and he’s happy to let you take the lead. He slides one finger into your entrance and you gasp, cursing at how good it felt. His slender finger curled up and hit your g-spot, making you shudder, his name leaving your lips in a sultry moan.

Mark added another finger and begin moving faster, making you scream his name, letting it echo throughout the four walls. You clenched around his fingers and started panting as you chased your orgasm, coming into his mouth and over his fingers before you could even warn him about it. 

His lips were glistening with your essence as he stood up, his dick already rock hard. Mark presses the tip of his dick against your folds, coating the tip with your juices to make the intrusion easier. 

“Wait, wait. Do you have a condom?” You press a hand to his chest to stop him and Mark groans. He grumbles as he opens various drawers and cabinets, unable to find any condoms. He looks at you and you bite down on your lip, sighing. “Just pull out, okay?” Mark nods and kisses your forehead, then your lips, before slowly pushing in. 

He stretches you out nicely and you missed the feeling of him inside of you. He continues to kiss you and swallow your moans as he draws his hips back, thrusting into you again. He goes at a steady pace, but the friction created was out of this world. He breaks the kiss to look down to where your bodies are now joined, his dick disappearing into your tight heat. 

Skin slapping against skin resonates the tiled walls of the bathroom and you prayed so hard that no one would come anytime soon. Mark’s palms pressed against the mirror as he caged you in his arms. He stared into your eyes as he thrusts quickly, beads of perspiration starting to form on his forehead. 

“You feel so good.” He grunts, sloppily kissing you again. Wanton moans of his name started to leave your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching you for the second time tonight. You clench around his cock and Mark groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breaths are hot against your skin as he slams into you, his dick twitching and searching for its release. 

“Mark, I’m so close.” You moan, your arms hooked around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. His thrusts start to get erratic and in a silent cry, you come hard. Your walls clench around his dick like an iron grip and he grunts, thrusting a few more times before he quickly pulls out, strings of white shooting onto your abdomen. 

Your chest rises and falls as you watch Mark grip the ledge of the counter, his dick still twitching as it falls limp after his release. His come drips down from your stomach onto the counter and you blush deeply. Recovering from his orgasm, Mark quickly realizes the mess he’s made and he grabs some tissues to clean you up. 

You hop off the counter, legs pretty sore and numb. After putting on your clothes, you press a kiss to Mark’s cheek, who was still in the midst of getting dressed. He looks down at you with a smile, seemingly less tipsy compared to earlier on. 

“I’ll leave first.” You say, eyeing yourself in the mirror once more and combing the strands. 

“So what if we leave together? The whole house probably knew what we were doing given how loud you were.” He smirks and you slap his chest.

“Shut up.” 

a/n: Hi! It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything, hasn’t it? How’s everyone doing? I hope all of you are okay. I’m fine, just busy with life in general, so please don’t worry about me! Christmas is coming soon, I hope all of you get really nice presents and get to spend quality time with your family and friends. It’s really cold in some places so do keep warm! Do you have any 2017 resolutions planned out? If you do, that’s great! But you if you don’t, no worries! You can always figure them out along the way. It’s just good to have some goals in mind. c: