#forunct

you were in the kitchen preparing his dinner, you wanted him to have a home cooked meal when he got back. you expected it to be a while before he got back to the apartment, figuring that the traffic would be pretty heavy coming from the city. to your surprise, mark walks through the door in half the time you thought it would take for him to arrive.

“hi, baby!” you say as you throw the utensils to the side to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “you got here fast. ugh, i missed you.” he instantly drops his bags pulling you in by your waist, taking in a deep breath to inhale your scent. a scent he missed oh so much.

“you have no idea how much i fucking missed you,” mark pulls back, his face inches from yours. he doesn’t miss a beat when he molds his lips to fit yours, the kiss not soft and tender like you anticipated but needy and desperate.

mark’s hands are roaming your body, hurriedly searching for the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss to take it off. his lips trail kisses along your jawline and down your neck, pulling a whimper from you. his arms are bringing you impossibly closer as he pulls your lounge shorts down along with your panties.

“mark, i made you dinner,” you whine, almost as if you were pleading for him to wait until later. but a part of you really didn’t want to wait, you were already melting into his touch. this isn’t the order in which you expected the night to go though, in fact this was literally the opposite. mark ignored you, his lips on your neck relentless. “that’s not what i’m trying to eat right now.” his voice is muffled, low and smooth like honey as he lifts you onto the kitchen island.

your back lays flush against the cold granite and a layer of goosebumps scatter across your skin. mark’s kissing his way down your body, leaving a path of sloppy, wet kisses that led directly to in between your thighs. his movements are rushed and you can tell he’s eager to eat you out. he gently pries your legs open, fully exposing yourself to him. the cool air that hits your core pulls a moan from your throat. mark gently swipes a thumb against your clit and lets out a groan. 

“look at you, baby. so damn drenched,”  he has your legs bent at the knee and fully pushed back to get a clear view of you, completely naked and exposed for him. he watches you hungrily as you shift under his grip, aching for any kind of friction on your bundle of nerves. “love seeing you like this, y/n. so fucking beautiful.” you moan at his praise as he brings his face inches away from your pussy.

his breath fans over your core, his voice faint and you hear him mumble parts of a prayer he always says before eating his food. and before you could laugh in disbelief, he immediately starts devouring you whole.

the way he swirled circles around your clit has you gripping at his scalp as you whimper, your thoughts completely jumbled. did he really just bless your pussy like it was a meal? yes. was he eating you like you were one? absolutely. mark tirelessly flicked and sucked on your bud like his life depended on it and your moans were just mere encouragement, he was determined to make you come on his tongue. your arousal coating his lips and his chin, he was always such a sloppy eater, he couldn’t get enough. mark’s groaning into you, sending vibrations through your entire body that makes you cry out in pleasure.

“m-mark, o-oh my god.”

the lewd sounds of slurping and licking were barely audible over your moans as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap. your legs were involuntarily trying to close around mark’s head. he couldn’t care less though, there was no prying him away from your core and you knew that. it’s when he firmly sucks on your clit that you see stars, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. months since you’ve come anywhere remotely this hard and god did it feel amazing. your legs are shaking around mark as he delicately licks at your cunt, gently helping you ride it out. when he finally lifts his head up for air, he’s panting, a sinful smirk plastered on his glistening lips.

“i’ll never get over how good you always taste, baby.” he says, clearly still breathless.

“did you bless me like i was a fucking meal?” you let out a giggle, propping yourself on your elbows to look at him.

he lets out a short laugh before he responds, “shut up, i’m used to blessing things i put in my mouth. now lay back down, i’m not done.”

the small speaker you both had in your bathroom started to play music from his playlist. as you stand facing the water, the shower door opens from behind you, letting in cool air. you turn to see his toned naked body climb in, closing the shower behind him and letting the steam cloud your vision. jaehyun reaches for you and immediately pulls you into his firm chest and kisses the top of your head.

“i swear, you always take the hottest showers,” his voice is an octave lower than normal and it’s clear that he just recently woke up, it’s your favorite version of him. so raw and untamed, reminding you that no matter how perfect he is, he’s still human. you look up at him, offering a soft smile.

“it helps calm my mind,” you wiggle out of his embrace and begin to work the soapy loofa into his chest, careful to not let your gaze avert to lower than his v-line which is always harder than you think, his happy trail leading to one of your favorite places on his body.

“i don’t wanna smell like your fruity body wash.” he’s giggling as he frantically tries to grab the loofa from you, succeeding almost immediately.

“well, i figured that you wanted me to help you get clean. considering you’ve hijacked my shower.” you laugh only half joking. as much as you love showering with jaehyun you had your mind set on a meditation shower alone.

“can you blame me? i’ve been y/n deprived all week. i’m putting myself in your schedule wherever i can.” he’s pulling you closer yet again, his grip tighter than the last time. “i’ve missed you.”

“i’ve missed you too, jae.” you blow out a huff of air as you shut your eyes. “you have no idea.”

jaehyun’s hands traveled from your waist down to your ass, giving it a small squeeze. the kiss he plants on your lips is needy and hungry, as if you were the meal he’s been waiting to have all week. your arms wrapped around his neck as you sunk into his touch, getting completely lost in the kiss. your moan was almost inaudible but he heard it and he smirked against your lips. jaehyun knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“why don’t i show you how much i missed you, love?”

Sunday reset was the opposite of what you did today. Wrapped in your favorite blanket, you spent the day waddling around the house, moving from the couch back to the bed more times than you’d care to admit. It was your anniversary- or it would’ve been. Your ex, Kun, left you near the end of last year. You were healing just fine, the process not as dreadful as past times, probably because your best friends were your anchors more than ever before.

You were getting used to the fact that the relationship between you and Kun had dwindled down to short pleasantries when your paths crossed in the office building that held the companies of both of your employers. What used to be the cutest love story has now reduced to simply an unfortunate coincidence. And then someone just had to ask you on a random tuesday on your way to lunch what you and Kun planned to do for your anniversary. The break up wasn’t announced publicly, but it was pretty clear that the two of you weren’t together by the extreme lack of time you two spent with one another.

It was weighing down on your shoulders and when Sunday finally arrived you let the wallowing win, no contact to the outside world other than your two best friends, Johnny and Irina. Johnny decided to leave you be for the most part, asking if you needed him to pick up a meal for you, knowing you haven’t eaten anything other than snacks all day and making sure you were doing okay in general. Irina on the other hand, was doing everything in her power to get out of your apartment, at the very least your room. And almost as if she felt you thinking about her, she calls. You groan as you reluctantly answer.

“Yes, Irina?” You try to mask the annoyance in your voice but you fail miserably.

“Wow, hello to you too,” you hear shuffling on her side—she’s doing laundry, "I'm just checking on you again. You really could’ve come over today. When was the last time the two of us had a girl’s day?”

“Yeah, I know it’s been a while, I just didn’t feel like doing anything.” You say as you place her on speaker so you can scroll mindlessly through your apps while you two talked.

“y/n, you’re letting him win, you know that right?” Irina has really been the driving force during this process, Kun was quite the charmer so Irina spent a lot of time reminding you of his flaws that you chose to overlook when you decided to date him. “I mean, do you think he spent today wallowing and moping around the house?”

You knew she was right, he wasn’t. He was probably out with the boys right now, grabbing drinks to end the weekend before going back to work tomorrow. And you could have spent the day with either one of your best friends, but here you were. There was nothing you could say to defend your case, so instead you decided to let Irina rip you a new one while you checked your email inbox before work tomorrow.

“You're literally the sexiest woman I know, y/n! You could have anyone, and I mean anyone.” Irina is clearly just ranting at this point and you’re really only half listening, “If I were you, I would have been making my rounds, starting with Johnny.” This catches your attention, almost immediately.

“Wh-what?” You let out a snort, opening emails and skimming over them.

“Oh please, there’s no way you wouldn’t jump on him if you had the chance.” You’re silent, you never really pondered the idea. Kun wasn’t the biggest fan of your friendship and made sure that you knew he didn’t believe that there was nothing ever going on between the two of you. So to prove him wrong in your mind, you stopped yourself from ever thinking of Johnny that way.

Your lack of a comeback pulls a sigh from Irina on the phone and she can sense you’re in deep thought. “Look, I just need you to see your worth, y/n. And you’re ‘worth’ sure as hell isn’t doing any good snailing around your apartment all day.” Your brain is only partially registering what she’s saying as you’re looking at two emails, one confirming a four-night five-day stay at a hotel and the other confirming two plane tickets to Los Angeles. You're so stunned it takes you a moment to hear Irina calling your name.

“y/n? y/n, did you fall asleep on me?!” She calls out.

“I’m still here,” your voice is pained.

“Wait, what happened? Talk to me.” Irina’s in full help mode.

“I, um, I forgot we booked this trip.” Irina doesn’t ask anymore questions, she knows exactly what you’re talking about— the couples getaway that you and Kun had planned to take after your second anniversary.

“I thought you canceled that…” Her voice is timid.

“I thought so too,” you sigh when you read the fine print to see if it was too late to cancel with less than a week's notice— it was, “and now it’s too late to.”

You feel like crying. What was once a super exciting trip to look forward to has managed to make you feel so heartbroken. You're sitting here with two plane tickets and a hotel reservation charged to your card and absolutely no intention of using either, as if the day couldn’t get any worse. Now you have to figure out who could possibly buy this off of you. And before you could start messaging people to see if they were interested, Irina offers up a solution.

“Why don’t you ask Johnny to go with you?” She’s apprehensive and you’re not fully sure why.

“You really think he would go?” You feel like Johnny wouldn’t appreciate the last minute invitation.

 “Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t he?” Irina says matter-of-factly, “You know what? You should call him right now! I'm sure he’d love to go.” You can hear the faith in her voice and it gives you the confidence boost you need.

“Alright, then. I guess I'll let you know what he says.” You hang up and swipe to your emergency contact list. Johnny’s name being the first on the list. When it starts to ring, you place your phone to your ear, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna call me today,” Johnny says, answering the phone after two rings. He was always quick to answer your calls. His tone wasn't anything more than light hearted, but you can’t help but feel a little guilty for not talking to him most of the day.

“I know, sorry for not calling earlier to check in,” You rub the back of your neck. 

“How are you feeling? I’m sure today’s been rough.” He asks, his tone dripping with concern.

“To be honest? Not great. Remember that trip Kun and I booked for LA?”

“Yeah, I think I remember you being really excited,” he winces at his choice of words and shifts in his seat to focus on what you’re going to say next. “What about it?”

“Well, I thought we had canceled it but it turns out  we didn’t. And now it’s too late to. I was thinking— only if you’re interested, if maybe you’d want to go on the trip with me?” You're chewing on your thumb nervously as you wait for his answer, and it feels like at least thirty seconds go by before he finally says anything.

“When, um, when’s the trip planned for?” You feel a little bit of weight lift off your shoulders, but it’s so brief you almost miss it as you struggle with how you’re going to tell him that the trip is scheduled for this weekend.

“You're gonna hate me,” you laugh dryly. “This weekend. We would fly out on Thursday.”

Johnny has always, always, been at your beck and call. Anytime you needed him, he was there. He was always prepared for any situation you threw his way. You needed a shoulder to cry on? He was there. You needed a muscle man to carry your groceries in for you? He was there. And you always tried your hardest to return the favor in your own way, but he would always let you know that whatever he did for you, he did it out of love and not for something in return. But even knowing this about him, you were still unsure of what he was going to say, you gave him no time to process the situation at hand.

“I mean, this is pretty short notice. I'd have to see if I could even get time off..” His voice trails off as he goes into deep thought.

“I understand. I'm sorry I asked. I'll figure something out.” You sigh, back to square one.

“Wait-,” Johnny’s voice rushed. “I never said I wouldn't go, y/n. I just have to pull some strings around the office to make it happen.” Your heart flutters at the thought of him going out of his way to make this work.

“Y-you’re serious?” You ask incredulously. “You really don’t have to go Johnny, I realize it’s super late to be asking you to do this with me.”

“y/n, I want to go. And honestly I could use the break from work. It's gonna be a great vacation, don’t worry.” You can hear the smile in his voice and it eases your anxiety almost immediately.

“You just want a free vacation, Johnny, you can’t foul me.” He laughs and his heart swells at the thought of you feeling the slightest bit happier than you were when he called you earlier in the day. “Get some rest, y/n. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

You smile as you fiddle with the strings of your hoodie with your phone nuzzled in between your shoulder and your ear. “What would I do without you, Johnny?”

“Honestly? You wouldn’t last a day." The laughter the both of you share is warm, comfortable and it borderlines something foreign to you. “Good night, y/n. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“i'm starting to get tired,” you drag out the word tired to emphasize your exhaustion. they both nod in agreement, this has been the latest you guys have stayed out since college.

one by one, each of your ubers showed up to take you back to your respective homes and partners. you’ve had quite a bit to drink so your reaction time is severely off. jungwoo startles you as he swings the front door open while you search for your keys.

“jeez, you scared the crap out of me!” your hand is over your heart trying to get it to slow while he looks at you. jungwoo mumbles a half coherent apology as you take in his appearance. his hair is disheveled, he’s in his pajama pants, and no shirt. you assume he was sleeping before he heard the uber pull in the driveway. he’s pulling you inside before you can even form any kind of greeting.

“i’ve been waiting for you for hours y/n,” jungwoo walks you to the couch to help you take off your heels. “you told me you’d be back by 2 am, not 4 am, baby.” you can hear the concern in his voice, you clearly worried him.

“i know and i’m sorry, we were only supposed to go to two bars but we were having so much fun and got a little carried away. i should’ve texted you.” your voice is small, you know what you did was wrong.

“yeah, you should’ve,” jungwoo’s tone is sharp as he’s helping you take off your jacket and the hair pins from your hair. “i could’ve picked you up, y/n. you know how i feel about ubering this late.” the guilt is racking up by the second and all of the emotions from the night are starting to make your throat close up.

“i’m really sorry i worried you jungwoo,” your voice started to crack and he immediately took you in his arms, obviously regretting using such a stern voice on you when you’re drunk.

“i’m sorry i’m being snappy, baby. it’s just late and i haven’t slept since you left.” jungwoo’s voice is just above a whisper as he tucks your head under his chin. he’s rubbing small circles into your hip as you curl into a ball next to him.

“do you want to marry me?” the question comes as a surprise to both of you after it leaves your lips. it’s a question you’ve been wanting an answer to for awhile, you were just unsure of how to ask it, turns out being blunt was the best way to get it out.

jungwoo’s silence is deafening to you, it feels like it goes on for minutes when in reality it only takes him thirty seconds to give you an answer.

“1000% yes. that’s a no-brainer, my love. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you.” you can hear the smile on jungwoo’s face and your heart warms after he tells you exactly what his intentions are. you prop yourself up on your knees to see his face, just looking at him makes you smile ear-to-ear.