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“Oh fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop!” Mark pants out, his perfect hair all frazzled and messy from the way your hands have been tugging at them endlessly. You only grin in response, hips rocking faster before slowing down in favor of giving longer, more sensual thrusts and you continue like that for a while alternating between the two tempos. 

Your hands grip his as you lean down, kissing his swollen red lips without pause as if you need him to breathe for you, to give you the air your lungs desperately need. You pull away when your thoughts are interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone and you already know, with the way he’s stilled underneath you, which bitch is on the other side of that call. 

“Answer her.” Your words slur as you press your lips against the pale, bruised skin of his throat, littering more marks over it that he’d have to cover later though you’re beyond frustrated to bother stopping yourself. “Answer it, and I’ll keep fucking you.” 

His eyes widen, hesitation briefly swimming over his expression before he answers the call, voice breathy as he tries to hold back the strain in his voice when you clench tighter around him. 

“Hey b-baby, what’s up?” He stutters, biting his lip when you move back to press your hands against his chest, grinding down against him and taking him deeper inside you. 

“You want to get lunch now?” The distaste in his voice is rather evident and you can’t help but glee when you hear her yelling coming from the phone, no doubt dissatisfied with the lackluster response, “No, baby, I’m- ah - not mad, just busy. Why don’t we go o-out over t-the weekend?” 

She murmurs something, too inaudible for you to hear over your own panting, but you assume it’s probably her agreeing to it because he cuts the call soon after, dropping the phone carelessly to the side in favor of running his warm, big hands over your sweat slick body. 

“You really think you’ll be happy with her?” You ask, voice taking on a more biting, venomous tone as your thrusts grow sharper, more intense, “Enjoy taking her on dates when all you’re going to be thinking about is when you’ll get to see me again?” 

He shakes his head weakly, whining at the sudden overflow of pleasure and his hands grip your hips to slow you down because fuck, he’ll cum too soon, goddamn it. 

“This–fuck, this is last time, I-I’ll be good after this.” He groans, reaching up to tug at your hair as he lifts himself up, moving to rest his back against his headboard so he can get his mouth on you like he wants to. “W-Won’t do it – do you again.” 

“You say that now but I know you. Whether you like it or not, you’ll come back for more.” You tilt his head up to face you, brushing your lips against his before your eyes drift up to look at him with your lips curled up in a lazy smirk, “You can’t go back to being the good boyfriend now, you wouldn’t want to, would you?” 

“Not when you can have this,” You slam your hips down harder, the pleasure that shoots through in response making your own lips part with a soft gasp, moaning as you don’t stop, needing to get your point across, “Not when you can have me like this.” 

“Do you really even want to go back to being the good little boyfriend?” You coo, cupping his cheek and stroking the skin with your thumb as his lips part with loud groans, his eye fluttering before squeezing shut and you know he’s close. “Think you could get through knowing all that you could’ve had? Living without this?” 

That’s good because you don’t think you can keep going any longer either. 

“Fuck no, I want this, want you!” He cries out and before you know what’s happening he’s pushing you down against the mattress, hands pushing your knees back as far as they’ll go as he slams into you with fervor. 

You let him have his way though, the roughness only bringing you closer to your own release and the budding cries of pleasure that leave your mouth only grow louder before turning into a scream when you finally cum, your legs quivering from the intense relief that sources through you. 

He’s no better, falling on top of you moments after he reaches his own peak, unable to stop himself because really, what kind of a man would be able to hold himself back after you’ve clenched around him so tight that he feels like he can’t even move inside you anymore. 

Both of you pant, whines coming from your mouth when you feel his hot sticky cum shooting inside you for the third time today and you wonder if your birth control will be able to withstand this. Ah, whatever, you’ll deal with it later. 

“Do you think I could go down on you before I have to head back?” He asks, kissing up the column of your neck before reaching your lips, pressing his own against it and slipping his tongue past them, leaving you breathless and helpless to deny him. 

After all, you have to make the most of all the time he takes away from her to give to you.

As you stepped into the room, the aromatic fragrance of freshly baked cookies overpowered every other scent that lingered in the room. Its delectable aroma pervaded the air- an mélange of honeydew, orange preserves and dabs of cracking nuts. It was very tempting to grab and simply indulge in this decadent pleasure. Perhaps, that was a good idea.

Looking around, you decided to take the first bite. A delightful flavor flooded your mouth, and your senses basked in its luscious taste. There was a friable crunch and tangs of zest to which all coalesce to form a truly delicious dish-orange honey baked cookies.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother yelled from behind, ruining the moment with the pastry as well as freighting you to bits. “Put that cookie down!”

“Sorry, mother.” You mumbled as you shoved the rest of the crumbs in your mouth. “It was too hard to resist. I had to take one.”

“Those cookies are not for you,” Your mother stated as she grabbed a cardboard box from the side of the kitchen and placed it on the counter, “They’re for the royal family.”

“The king requested another batch of pastry?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, considering how much backing you’ve done this week for the royal family.

You watched as your mother started stacking the cookies in the box. Bits of hair were covering her face as you watch her quick small hands organize the cookies.  “That’s right, my dear. The king is having a ball this week.”

“The one where the prince is suppose to choose his wife?” You asked as you started to help your mother pack the pastry.

“Yes.” Your mother nodded her head. “Princesses from different kingdoms are expected to arrive tomorrow morning for the ball. The poor boy has to choose one of those snobby maidens for the sake of his father.”

“Ma! I bet they are not all snobby.” You exclaimed as you closed the box.

“I highly doubt that. The princesses are there to marry for money, not for love. As well, this royal marriage will be beneficial for both kingdoms as it enhances military status.” Your mother explained as she started to wrap the box in light pink paper

“What about love?” You wondered, giving the box a white lovely bow on the top.

“My dear, there is no such thing as love for the royal family.” You mother sadly smiled as she handed you the box. “Now, before the village wakes up, I want you to take this box up to the palace and come back immediately. You know how busy this place gets in the morning.”

“Yes mother.” You sighed as you took the box into you hands. “I’ll be back soon.”

Quickly running out of the store, you untied the knots that kept your horse down before climbing up onto the saddle. With a minor struggle with your dress, you managed climb onto the horse with the box in one hand as the other grabbed the reins of your horse.  Looking into the far distance, you spotted the castle upon the horizon with the sun started to rise behind the huge building. With on tug on the reins, your horse started to stride towards the castle with the cool morning air in your face.

The leaves scud over the ground and take small flights into the air as your horse passed by the. As you tossed your head back and raise your eyes to the sky, a smile spread from cheek to cheek. The branches sway like the arms in the cool breeze of the morning and it their chaotic dances were hypnotically beautiful. Your mind began to relax and you felt the happiness. This wind carried the fragrance of the woodland, the essence of the beauty of nature.

As you got closer to the palace gates, you saw a few guards walk over to you with their weapons in hand. Coming to a stop in front of the gates, you hopped off your horse with the box of cookies in hand.

“I’m here to deliver the pastry the king has requested.” You simply stated as the tall guards began to walk around you and your horse.

“The backdoor.” The guard replied back. You nodded your head, understanding what he meant by the backdoor. As a villager, you weren’t allowed in the palace unless you were a staff. The backdoor was the place where commoners like you entered through the palace.

“It won’t take long.” You said as you watched the gates open. You waited for the guard to nod his head in approval before you started to run around the castle, looking for the backdoor that everyone knew of. Spotting the wooden door near the garden, you immediately ran inside hoping someone would be there to take the package. However, to your surprise, it was empty.

“Hello?” You called out as your feet started to take little steps. The walls were built out of grey bricks with different entrances into the palace. You were afraid to go in any of the entrance because of the fear of getting scolded. You knew you didn’t belong here so the feeling of uncertainty and anxiousness consumed your stomach.

“Hello?” You repeated again as you raised your voice. “Is anybody here?”

“Yes!” You heard a rather deep and masculine voice call out from the left entrance. “I’m coming!”

Planting your feet on the ground, you straighten your dress and fixed your hair as you held the box close to your body. After a few moments of silence, a man appeared from the left entrance with a beaming smile on his face. As your eyes flickered up to his face, you widen your eyes in shock. He was strikingly handsome. His brown hair was slightly brushed to the side, his lips as red as cherry. He wore a white shirt with the top three buttons undone matched with black pants.

Since when did the palace hire handsome men?

“I-I’m here to deliver cookies for the king.” You stuttered, quickly snapping out of a dreamy trace the man has put you in.

“Perfect! I’ll take that.” The man smiled as he grabbed the box from your hands, his skin slightly brushing against yours. A blush crept up onto your face as you found yourself unable to control your emotions.

“How about you come in?” The man asked as he motioned you to follow him. “I need to give you something in return for this kind gift.”

“I really shouldn’t. I need to get going.” You refused, avoiding eye contact with him.

“It’ll just be a moment, I promise.” He insisted as he grabbed your arm and pulled you in. You really couldn’t resist at this point since he had a tight grip on you. A man who you barely even met for more than a minute was already touching your arm unexpectedly. Oddly enough, you weren’t complaining.

“I assume you’re from that family owned bakery the king always orders from?” The brunette asked as lead you towards a small counter and started opening the box of cookies.

“Yes.” You shyly replied back, observing him from the side.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before he spoke up again, “Can I take a bite of one?”

“Well they are for the prince. I’m not sure if there will be enough for everyone if you take a bite.” You pointed out as you started to feel guilty about eating one piece of cookie beforehand.

“You don’t know who I am?” The man gasped, suddenly changing the mood of the room and catching you completely off-guard.

“I-I, uh, no.” You stammered.

“Well, that’s a first.” The man smiled as he grabbed one cookie from the pile and placed it in his mouth. Devouring the delicious piece of pastry, he took long strides towards you, staring deeply into your eyes. You quietly cursed to yourself and questioned why you followed this odd man into this room. Were you supposed to know this man who was making weird gestures towards you?

“Jackson.” He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

Hesitantly, you took it and shook his hand, “(Y/N).”

“Now tell me (Y/N), what do I look like to you?” Jackson asked, walking back to the counter to take another piece of cookie.

“You look like a man?” You raised your eyebrows, unsure how you should answer the question.

Jackson chuckled under his breath, “A handsome man if you want to be somewhat correct.”

“Look,” You breathed out, suddenly regretting you followed this man into this place, “As much as I would like to stay here and converse with you, I need to go home.”

“Sure,” Jackson smiled, popping another cookie into his mouth, “But first, please tell me if you know me or not.”

“Oh for god’s sake,” You muttered under your breath, “No.”

“Okay, goodbye.” Jackson suddenly stated in a sarcastic manner. You gave him a glare, not clearly understanding what kind of situation you were in. Sure he was handsome, but there was something about him that put you on the edge. He acted different than most men in the village and there was some kind of mysterious aura that surrounded him. Who was he?

Giving him one last look, you turned your heels and exited the palace. Walking around the building once again, you found yourself back at the palace gates. The bells of the clock tower started ringing and you knew you were needed back home immediately. Climbing onto your horse, you grabbed onto the reins as you steadied yourself on the saddle. With one light tug, your horse started to walk away from the castle and back into the village.

“Wait!” You heard a familiar voice yell. “(Y/N)!”

You turned your head to look behind you and saw Jackson running towards the closing gate. A piece inside of you wanted to stop your horse and meet him again. You wanted to get to know this mysterious man and why he asked you so many questions. There was something about him that was intriguing other than his good looks. Something… charming. Yet you couldn’t stop another small chat because, you knew you were needed back in the village.

“Goddamnit! Open up the gates!” Jackson yelled, watching the gate close on him.

“Yes, your majesty!” All the guards simultaneously said, loud enough for you to hear. But it was too late for Jackson to catch up to you because, you were too far from his reach.

At that moment, the conversation you had moments ago with Jackson finally clicked. It was like the parts of a machine, finally working together in perfect harmony after receiving an oil change. In this case, the oil change represented those two words;

Your majesty

“Oh my god,” You gasped under your breath as the wind blew in your face, “He’s the prince…”

The organizer is parading, stopping from time to time to check on all the desperate people here. He speaks every five minutes, and it’s the only thing he says “Time’s up!” he rings a little bell, and suddenly you feel like a goat that needs to go back to its fellows.

The guy looks disappointed when you don’t give him your card. It’s a simple as that, you either give your card when you want to give your contact, or you keep it to yourself along your precious information for yourself. He still tries and puts his own, before readjusting his bright yellow tie. He gets up and goes to the next table. Your friend is glaring at you from her table. She wants you to have fun, even if it means distributing your phone number like tracts at a tube exit.

“Hi!” You look up from your glass. The next guy looks even older, but his teeth are shockingly white and his fashion sense way up to date. You sigh and lift your glass to get a refill.

It’s the same again, he speaks and speaks, talks about his kids and how his wife took half his money after the divorce. He explains he was broken and couldn’t trust women after that, but likes how attentive you are. He likes quiet girls with delicate features, and apparently, you are included in it. Your friend is chatting with a guy, about the same age as her. She laughs likes she is having the time of her life, and exaggerate her mimics. You don’t remember her putting her hand in front of her face whenever she laughed.

This is exactly what you don’t like about this.

The mere fact that you had to put on a façade but at the same time hope somebody would love you for what you are was an aberration. These places are nothing more than something invented by some young bohos because socializing is in the spirit of the times.

“Time’s up!” You notice that 5 minutes are enough to finish a glass of wine, and you’re glad when the man doesn’t give you his card when he notices you were actually not paying attention. It may be rude, but you know nothing about etiquette, just like you know nothing about acting nice when you are actually yearning for a bed.

At some point, you want to give up. You want to go home. This place is filled with people in need of confidence and you’re not part of the club. You don’t need confidence, even if you don’t have any either. You can live without it, and you take life for what it’s worth, even if it means being boring.

They candidates come and go. You decide to stay because it’s actually better than a lecture by your friend for leaving her alone here. Each person is different and you find yourself listening to their stories. You barely talk and it’s better that way, because it sends the good message.

You are not interested.

“Last date! Last chance to get the man of your dreams!” You scoff at the comment. Man of your dreams? Please. The last guy, you don’t see him arrive. You’re caught in the huge chandelier and try to count its bulbs. It looks expensive. Your glass of wine is resting between your fingers and you play absent-mindedly with it. It gives you a chic aura.

When the light gets too much, you look away. You have yet to hear about the last chance of your night, and your eyes fall on a guy. He is right in front of you. His fingers are tapping against the table, like he is waiting for something. You notice he is holding a lot of cards from his previous encounters.

“Hi?” It’s a question. He is waiting for you to speak. You know that much.

“Hi.” You talk back. You’re polite, and can’t ignore somebody. Not when this somebody looks amazingly beautiful. He has a small face, and every detail looks like it was meant to be there. The whole is stunning, and you stare, because there isn’t much you can say when you were expecting yet another desperate guy.

“What’s your name?” You realize he is the first one to ask. All the others only unloaded their whole resume, like you were hiring new employees.

“Y/N.” You answer again. You don’t know what kind of expression you have. It could be surprise, chock, or maybe even adoration. You put your glass on the table. You forget about the appetizers.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mark.” He has a deep voice, and it’s a pleasant contrast with his soft face. He smiles.

You don’t move and he suddenly looks embarrassed.

“Hmm...is there anything you’d like to know? Or should I... just talk?” He isn’t familiar with this, hand reaching for his own glass as he bit his lip. It doesn’t help in making you react.

When a minute pass by, he coughs “Maybe, maybe you don’t want to talk. Let’s just wait until the end.” He leans against the chair and waits. His wide tee-shirt moves around him.

You decide to jump. This guy here is too cute to be put in a corner.

“What brings you here?” You ask and he moves abruptly, like he wasn’t expecting you to talk.

“Trying to meet people. You?” He came alone. He seriously came all the way here, with this face, to meet new people?

“My friend.” You point at the stupid girl who is now talking with the way too old man.

“Oh. She is funny.” Mark says.

“She isn’t.” You deny, and he laughs.

“Did you get to meet nice people?” He adds and you shrug. He is looking at the cards left on the table, and he sees you don’t really care about the whole “let’s find love!” thing.

“Let’s say they are...interesting?” Your elbow fall on the table and you hold your face upon your hand.

“Same.” Mark smirks and takes a sip from his own drink.

“Last minute!” The organizer claps like it’s going to be the end of the world and you see Mark fidgeting in his seat. He still looks calm, though.

“Five minute is short.” He breathes, and you nod. If only you knew you’d think that way when you arrived here.

“I used to think it was more than enough.” You confess, but you’re not ready for his answer.

“What made you change your mind?” Mark is genuinely interested. His smile gives off gentle vibes.

“I... well. I don’t know.” Mark’s smile is wide and he empties his glass.

“You look like you’re not interested in this type of thing.” He says and you can’t deny anymore.

“I was forced here. I hate speed dating and any form of unnatural gathering between desperate people in need of affection.” It’s maybe a bit too much because Mark’s expression changes, like you insulted him.

“I don’t think I am in need of affection.” He looks around the place, scanning the contestants. His eyes go back on you. “Nor desperate.”

You shake your head too violently “I didn’t mean- I just think- oh. Sorry. I was arrogant.” No wonder you can’t keep a boyfriend. “It’s okay. I guess I’m not going to get your card, then.” He laughs faintly and taps the pile of cards already in his hand against the table.

“Doesn’t look like you need mine anyway.”

He laughs again.

“Times up! Thank you for coming! I hope you enjoyed the evening!” The organizer shakes his bell for the last time and everyone get up. You follow and see mark do the same.

You think he is about to go but suddenly, he put the cards he was holding into his now empty glass while his other hand goes to his jeans’ back-pocket.

He leans and takes a pencil left on the table next to yours. People are starting to get out of here and your friend is waving at you from the entrance door.

You wave back and feel mark’s hand touching yours. Before you know it, you have a card in your hand and he is gone.

You look at his full name and his contact info on the small piece of paper and notice he added something.

Five more minutes. I’ll be outside.

You blink and walk toward your friend who is apparently in a hurry.

“Look. I need to see this guy. I agreed on meeting him for a drink and he is waiting for me.” She kisses your cheek and runs outside where the guy she was talking to earlier was waiting in front of his sport car.

You don’t mind. You have five more minutes with Mark and you’re too curious to reject the offer. Mark is leaning against the wall when you meet him outside. People are still gathered at the entrance, but they slowly scatter. You notice they all go back just the way they came: alone.

“Hi.” Mark says again. He is looking around, like he is waiting for something.

Meeting him again right after this short encounter feels exciting. You look around too, like you’re not supposed to be doing that.

“Hi.” You answer, and it’s like a never-ending story between you two.

“I needed five more minutes, and no bell to cut us.” His smile is cheeky, like he feels better now that the atmosphere is less oppressive.

“Why?” You laugh. This Mark guy is captivating, in his own way.

But just like he was quiet and reserved a moment ago, he is now fierce, and when he is sure no one is around anymore, you feel yourself being pulled against him. He does it with such ease, like he was meant to do it. You can still feel his finger, hooked between your vest’s buttons to pull you harder against him.

His lips find yours and it’s suddenly a handful of emotions in your head. Mark looks concentrated, but his raged breath gives him away, and you feel the impatience in his moves. He gives you kisses like it’s your last five minutes on earth, with mouth opened and tongue exploring the new delicious land of your mouth. His free hand goes to your cheek and slides down to the side of your neck. He tilts your head up and it makes you grab on his tee-shirt to keep your balance. He likes it, and he nips at your lip to prove you he can be vigorous. You sigh onto his mouth and it gives him the assurance he needs to release your mouth.

He pecks you a couple of times and like he did nothing, he lets you go. Your lips are burning and your body is slightly shivering but Mark looks relaxed. You notice he is relieved. You kissed him back, after all.

“What was...that for?” Your voice is gone just like your sanity but you ask. Mark who acted like a little lost lamb a while ago just kissed you like no tomorrow.

“I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to see you again. I wasn’t sure you’d call me if I simply gave you my card.” He chuckles because he is high on adrenaline. You can see he doesn’t do this regularly.

“What made you think I would kiss you back?”

“Nothing. I was ready for a slap or even a kick in the balls.” Mark is unbelievable.

You love it.

“Then, what now?” You can’t believe it. So you simply wait for his next move.

“If you have five more minutes...we could...” he proposes.

“I have all night.” You say simply and he takes you by the hand, leading you god knows where.

You follow him as he pulls on your hand to bring you close. He kisses your temple.

“I thought you were not in need of affection?” you ask, just to tease him.

Mark nods “I wasn’t. Meeting you made me become like this. You are to blame in my uncommon behaviour.”

“Excuse me?”

He fastens his pace. “Do you seriously think that I would do that after only 5 minutes of irrelevant talk in a restaurant?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know you.”

He stops to look at you. “I paid no attention to the dates. I was only looking at you and how bored you were.”

You open your mouth to speak but decide to shut it.

Mark examines your face. “Instant crush. I’m not good with words and I initially really wanted to meet new people, but you had to be there and make me act like a psycho. On top of that, you kiss me back and follow me. You’re awesome.” He pecks your lips and walks again, your hand still tightly secure into his.

“You’re very good-looking and cute.” You don’t know why you compliment him this way. It sounds weird because it comes out of nowhere but again, Mark looks like he likes it.

“Thank you. You’re stunning.” He stops by a building and looks for his keys with his free hand. You stay put behind him.

What were you two going to do?

He feels the doubt in your steps when he opens the building’s door “I just really want to talk with you and kiss you. Nothing dirty or sleazy; just having a good, peaceful time, is that okay?” You climb up the stairs and he unlocks his door. Then, his eyes meet yours and suddenly, you could even get in any plane with this guy and escape.

You agree.

You feel yourself being pulled against his body and he whispers against the moist skin of your reddish lips.

The moment our lips met I could feel my heart hammering against my chest out of joy and panic at the same time. In a constant, fast rhythm it kept beating so loud that she might have even heard it at this distance. My head was in the same state of absolute happiness and screaming chaos, unable of making my body move because I could not figure out what kind of reaction would be appropriate. Did she kiss me because she meant it? Because she wanted to kiss me and feel how everything around us quieted down as my mind and senses gravitated to her? Or did she kiss me out of pity? Because she felt bad for me being in pain and wanted to give a final, last shimmer of hope before reality would hit me hard? Even though the kiss itself only lasted nothing but a couple of seconds I knew that this moment would be on loop in my mind for an eternity. Her peachy, soft lips gently pressed against mine or the shape of her lips making it feel like they were meant to be mine as they melted so effortlessly into another. Her breath tingling on my upper lip as I could smell the familiar scent of her and her perfume stronger than ever before. The gentle touch of her hand on my cheek lasting even shorter than the kiss itself because she shyly retreated when I was not able to give back the same kind of affection to her. I could almost feel myself slipping to the brink of insanity once that magnificent feeling was gone again as fear rushed through me that this was a one-time opportunity. My only chance to ever feel what I had been longing for. The only thought that calmed me down, made me feel a little more at ease again, was the knowledge that even when she was physically gone, the memory of this moment would last forever. Nobody could take it from me, nobody could ever even imagine the heat spreading through my body.  

“Why…why did you do that?” I finally mumbled with a voice so quiet and insecure from the shock that it would not have been a surprise if my words had been inaudible. However, an evenly shy and insecure smile formed on the girl’s lips still sitting in front of me. She had not backed away after kissing me, the way I expected her to do actually. Her body was so close that I could clearly feel the nervous energy radiating from it once I paid attention to it.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, Morkie.” She whispered, breaking our seemingly everlasting eye contact only to look down on the ground. “You got to say thank you to Jaebum, you know.” The words didn’t add up to any of our previous conversation, leaving me confused and curious what was about to come. While I knew that she had kept a secret or two from me, because that was only natural for every human being to do, I could not quite understand how thanking JB made sense in that matter. Especially considering everything that just happened. “Why?” She obviously expected the question, an answer had already formed in her mind I could see it because she was not focused on forming the right words in her head. The reason why she didn’t answer right away was simply because she was afraid to put those words out there, a fact that did nothing but spark my curiosity even further. Admittedly, I still had trouble focusing on the conversation as her lips did an amazing job in clouding my mind. Just looking at them sent me right back to where I had been a few seconds ago, a mindset full of happy feelings and rainbows, as absolutely cheesy as it sounded. A safe haven just like the one we were in at the moment, my very own personal safe haven I could visit whenever I wanted. She had given me more than I could have ever asked for without even realizing. The sound of a deep, soft sigh pulled me back into reality. Her eyes slowly found their way back up to land on mine again. She tried to keep the contact steady to at least fake a little bit of her usual confidence but the way her eyes flickered from left to right, slightly shaking the way they did when tears fought their way to the surface, I knew it was nothing but an act. A very cute one though. The very first second I had seen her (Y/E/C) eyes all those months ago something about them had captivated me. Maybe it was the way they always seemed to sparkle when she smiled, along with the tiny wrinkles around them. Or maybe it was the kindness that could not be overlooked by anyone. Her eyes truly suited her warm and kind heart. “Because he wouldn’t let me go anywhere until I admitted my feelings for you.” She explained and chuckled at the sight of me flinching at yet another wave of confusion. There was no longer the option of pity to explain her actions. “A few months ago I was on the verge of telling you that I was in love with you… but then you guys went on tour. Seeing you were so stressed out and busy all the time I figured that I didn’t want to be another burden… so I never told you.” I was at a loss for words for very obvious reasons. Not the confession itself was what was causing the chaos inside of me. It was the fact that I had been in love with her all this time and she had been in love with me too and yet it was our own fault that we had not ended up on the top of this hill any sooner. Only because I was too shy for my own good and her too kind, why else would anybody else ever consider themselves a burden. “I-I did not expect that.” She nodded, aware that both of us had been pretty damn clueless. How could I have been this blind all along? It seemed so stupid that neither of us had read the body language right in that case because usually, we were experts at doing just that. How I was always amazed that she knew exactly what I need with nothing but a look at my face and yet she was just as unable as me to read the very obvious pain. “Over time I got so used to suppressing my feelings for you that I did in fact started liking JB. I guess it was nothing but trying to take my whole denial a step further.” She said with a small shrug of her shoulders as the insecurity hit once again. Funny how sometimes we aren’t even capable of reading or understanding our own actions because the mind acts in such abstract and bizarre ways. “So yeah… this whole situation is all kinds of fucked up and it is not only your fault.” “I can’t believe that we’ve been living under the same roof, secretly in love with each other but both of us too stupid to say something.” Was the first thing I said, letting my thoughts slip out of my mouth without thinking twice about it because I had done enough of that in the past. Overthinking. And look where it had gotten me. She laughed, a sound that gave me goosebumps because it felt like a soft silky fabric running all over my skin at the most unexpected moment. A pleasant surprise that touched me on levels barely anything else could. Hesitantly she reached out again, taking my hand and intertwining it. They seemed to be made for each other just like our lips. It felt right.   “But we managed in the end, didn’t we?”

I nodded and now could not help but smile. This was it. This was everything I wanted. She was mine. The girl that clearly was the love of my life… I could finally call her mine.

“I love you, donut.” I whispered, gently caressing her cheek with my free hand feeling the baby soft but also burning hot skin right underneath my fingertips. There it was again, the sparkle in her eyes as bright as the stars in a clear night sky when the corners of her mouth lifted at the sound of my words. It felt so good to finally put it out there, letting her know how I really felt. And this was only the beginning of showing her what she means to me.

“I love you too, idiot.”

The next morning was different. Very different from anything I had experienced the past few weeks. The first thing I saw after waking up was (Y/N)'s face snuggled into my chest, eyes still shut and her muscles completely relaxed in deep sleep.

She looked calm and at peace. I liked to think that she did feel even more at ease simply because the two of us had slept in one bed, cuddled up next to each other because I myself could definitely say that with her in my arms it was the best night rest I had gotten in a long time. Knowing that she was there right next to me, her fingers gently gripping the fabric of my shirt as if she was holding onto me to make sure I would not go anywhere and the feeling of her body pressed against mine had not only made me very sleepy but also eased me into a world of dreams free of worries and nightmares.

Even though I did not want to wake her up I could no longer suppress the desire to run my fingers through her silk-smooth hair. She moved her head at the touch of my hand but kept her eyes closed, enjoying the moment as she took her time to slowly wake up.

"Good morning." were the first words she mumbled, the sleepiness heavy in her voice which only made it sound even cuter than usual. Maybe it was just my brain being clouded by love but there was something almost angelic about the sound of her voice like I could listen to it all day long without getting tired of it.

"Morning, did you sleep well?" I asked her, secretly already knowing the answer but it would feel nice to hear her say it.

“I sure did, what about you?” she replied with a yawn that was followed by her sweet smile. With my arms still wrapped around her, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull her tightly against me so I could rest my head on hers, pressing a quick kiss on top of her skull before softly whispering a “Me too.”

It was obvious that neither of us had a problem with the idea of staying in bed all day, cuddling and sleeping a little more while watching our favorite movies together. A day like this was long overdue anyway, it almost felt like we had broken a continuous tradition of ours. However, life had different plans for us, like always.

Today was not any Saturday, it was the first Saturday of the month aka the one day in the month that all 7 of us would always go out for lunch together, every month. This was another tradition that I did not dare to break, not even for the sake of (Y/N) because I could only imagine the lecture that Jinyoung or Jackson would give me the next day if I wouldn’t show up. It really was not worth the risk.

In fact, it wasn’t quite usual to bring along anybody else, but in this case, it felt awfully wrong to just leave (Y/N) behind and also I figured that all of them were more than curious to know what happened after she left the day before. Simply put, there were more than enough reasons why I should bring her along this one time.

Breaking the silence, she suddenly asked: “It is the first Saturday of the month, isn’t it?”

I chuckled at her timing, it felt like she was able to read my mind again. “Yes, you’re right.”

“You should get going then unless you want to keep the others waiting.” She said and quickly rolled off me only to sink right back into the pillows, seeking a couple more minutes of sleep before starting her day. As cute as it looked, I wouldn’t let her get away this time.  

I got up from the bed, walked to her side and just when she was about to pull the blanket up to her chin, getting all cozy and wrapped up, I managed to grab the piece of fabric before her and threw it to the side. She groaned in annoyance while kicking her legs up in the air like a small child, followed by a pouty look that she probably hoped would make me soft.

“You’re coming with me, donut.” I laughed and then offered my hands to pull her up. She took them, somewhat glad that she didn’t need to use her own energy to move but also very far from being motivated to leave the comfort of the warm bed.

“Isn’t this some kind of boys only meeting?” she mumbled, trying to play tired with her eyes still half closed as she leaned into me instead of standing on her own. No denying, she had quite a few ideas in mind in order to try and get what she wanted, but without responding I quickly lifted her up and placed her on my shoulder. Another unmotivated moan escaped her lips as I made my way to the bathroom where I gently put her down again right in front of her side of the sink.

“It is, yes. But today I want you with me.” I said again, unintentionally my voice had gotten much softer almost making it sound like I begged for her to come with me. Of course, she noticed that and in no time at all a mischievous smile appeared on her face with no signs of tiredness left anywhere to be seen. No surprise.

“Oh, you want me there? Are you sure you didn’t mean to say you need me there?” she teased, picking up her hairbrush as she looked at me in the mirror in front of us.

With a slight sigh I stepped closer to her once again, placing my hands on her waist and my head on her shoulder as she kept on brushing her hair like she did not even notice the touch of my hand on her body, but I could see and even feel the goose bumps forming on her skin.  

“If those words will get you to come with me then yes, I need you there.” I whispered into her ear, my lips connecting to her soft skin right underneath it for just a second. When I looked back up again, her cheeks were flushed with a light pink… seeing here like this and knowing that it was me who got this kind of reaction out of her was the best feeling. Better than I ever imagined it to be.

“Fine. I’ll come with you.”

Getting ready had taken a little longer than I expected it to which resulted in my time calculations being more than off and us arriving more than just a little late. While being late was not a first for me on this kind of meetings, it was definitely a first that I had not gotten texts and calls asking where on earth I was. I wondered what they were thinking if they expected me to ditch them for the sake of (Y/N) and that was something they were fine with? Whatever it was, pleasantly surprised faces awaited me once the two of us stumbled into the restaurant, kind of stressed out but still happy that we had finally made it. On top of the fact that we had taken longer to get ready the traffic of Seoul really hadn’t been in our favor today. “We did not expect you to come, hyung.” BamBam stated which explained why there wasn’t even a chair left for me to sit on at the table they had. “Well, I am here now.” I joked and right when I was about to go back and look for additional chairs, two waiters appeared from around the corner with not only chairs but also a small table they put right next to the group to give us more space. “Thank you so much.” (Y/N) shyly said, just as startled that the staff in this restaurant had noticed us coming in here so quickly and even saw the problem at hand without us pointing it out. We sat down, ordered something to eat since both of us were actually starving and ready to have breakfast now and afterward, I should have absolutely expected that to happen, none of them gave us a break until we had fully explained ourselves and everything that happened yesterday. Even though it wasn’t an exciting story to tell.   I mostly let (Y/N) do the talking, most of the questions were directed at her anyway and related to the talk she had with them after I had abruptly left the JYPE building. Contrary to my expectations, however, there weren’t even too many questions to be asked after she had given them a quick insight on what we had talked about after she found me in my typical hideout spot. I wish I wasn’t as surprised as I was at the fact that most of them simply seemed to be happy that everything had come to an end, a very positive end in fact. However, this just proved to me what an amazing group of friends I had in my life. Nobody even bothered that (Y/N) came along today, despite it being our boys only day out, but I suppose that was because she had grown onto all of them very quickly over the course of the time we had known her now. It was indeed very easy to fall for her charming way of keeping a conversation going, especially when she was comfortable around people like she was now. Watching her smile and laugh while talking with the youngest sitting next to her reminded me of the last night out together. How stupidly I acted around her and everybody else back then, my mind intoxicated with negativity and anger. But this time around I was able to actually enjoy the time together, enjoy the sound of mixed laughter after bad jokes or Jinyoungs regular annoyed groans when Yugyeom was being his childish self again. Here I was, worried that things could not go back to normal when all it took was a lunch together, like stepping into a time machine to bring us back to the good times, hopefully with much more to come. As other conversations slowly started at the table that no longer involved the topic of past weeks drama I suddenly felt the person on my left poking my ribs in order to get my attention. I looked at Jaebum who quickly pointed at my hand that was intertwined with (Y/N)’s sitting across from me. I don’t even remember consciously reaching out for her hand, it had just happened during the flow of the conversation and again I was surprised how perfect and right the simple touch of our hands could feel. Almost magical. "I don't want to say I told you, hyung but... I told you." JB cheekily smiled at me, satisfied not only with the fact that I now had to admit he was right but at the same time apparently glad to see it all had worked out in the end. Sure, it would take a little more effort to not think about them dating every time I looked at his face, but the motivation to go back to normal was there. He was one of my best friends after all. Either way, it was a matter of pride to admit that I should have taken his advice about her feelings for me instead of running off like I did.

"Shut up... you're just lucky to be handsome enough so she would have a crush on you in the first place." I joked, letting go of her hand to take a sip from my glass as he looked at me astounded. Of course, this was just acted and knowing that we were already joking around about this took a lot of weight off my shoulder right at that moment.

"Luck? This was a lot of hard work, ok. A lot of risks and a lot of broken trust, all for my beloved hyung." He said and dramatically grabbed my shoulder during his small speech. "You are very welcome though." He added and winked at me leaving me as the astonished one from his actions. "Whatever man..." I chuckled, shaking my head at him as I remembered (Y/N) telling me yesterday that I should indeed say thank you to him. I turned my head to the side again and when ours stares met words weren’t even needed anymore, JB already knew what I meant to say and just gave me a small nod of approval. He lifted his hand off my shoulder and turned back to the rest of the table just when the waiter arrived again with a glass of wine for all of us. I looked around and saw Jinyoung at the other end of the table anticipating the beverage with a wide smile and sparkly eyes, of course, Jinyoung had to order wine at some point.

"May I say that I'm just very happy that all of us are back together now as a group. Imagine, (Y/N) could have been the next Yoko Ono." Jinyoung said, making another joke about the situation at which she gasped loudly and leaned forward to meet his cheeky smile. He got exactly the reaction that he wanted to see making him laugh out loud as her eyes still lingered on him without a response. "Hell no, I would've never gotten in the way of your career." She defended herself, obviously aware that it was nothing but a joke, but I wasn’t complaining to see her cute face as her mouth still wasn’t fully closed from the small shock at Jinyoung’s comment. I took her hand yet again, hoping nobody noticed that I did it intentionally this time and she thanked me for the small gesture by rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

"You must admit though, it looked like another Yoko Ono story." BamBam now repeated Jinyoung’s words and maybe in some alternate universe, he was right.