⥽ 　gamma beta.

@⁰² jimin y. the ruffle of his beddings was a familiar sound that was like a signal to his internal clock because all of the sudden a wave of drowsiness falls on him. mimicking the latter's actions, he too, slips inside the cover's and nudges his way towards her. "really great for you cause i'm actually the best cuddler," he pulls on the blankets to make sure it's covering both of them but as he's about to lay on the bed completely a thought hits him and he's sitting upright again, head turned towards her and arms crossed in all seriousness. "are you a big spoon or a small spoon or do you wanna face each other?"

@⁰² donghyuck l. by the time that he's acknowledged her own boy troubles for the night, she's finished the chocopie without any crumbs left on his mattress, now beginning to settle into his sheets. "it does, really. i'll just conclude the party with this; feelings aren't worth it." the pat of comfort he offers her is enough for a soft smile to grace her lips, but no longer wanting to feel the somberness held in her mind, she gestures for him to scoot closer, sinking into his blanket. "i actually tend to stay up pretty late too, but my energy's depleted. cuddle me to sleep?"

@⁰² jimin y. jimin's statement made it seem like she was worried about mark only but if she was ningning's friend too then why wasn't she worried about mark breaking her heart. he would've probed more but he didn't want to spend his already not so blissful night talking about his bestfriend's complicated love life. plus, he could always just ask him and get more details later. "hmm, i see." he replies shortly, choosing to keep his silence and stay attentive to his bed companion. "well boys in general /are/ pretty stupid but it that your night got ruined." the small pat he leaves on her shoulder is gentle and he hopes that it offers her even the slightest bit of comfort. " and nah, not really. i tend to sleep at late hours. being awake at this time is pretty on schedule of me. and you? do you wanna sleep?"

@⁰¹ yizhuo n. wake up, pee, go back to sleep. that was haechan's morning routine. every morning, without fail, he's always been by woken up by his bladder. so like any other morning, he wakes up once again with the incredible urge to pee. his movements are groggy and disoriented but he manages to get out of bed and step outside of his room with eyes barely cracked open. the slight draft that hits him as he exits his room makes him shiver with urgency. maybe it was because he drank last night but he was sure the toilet would be greeted with quite a bit of piss this morning. with hurried steps, he reaches the bathroom in no time and opens the door with swift precision.

he's seconds away from pulling his pants down and finally relieving himself when the sound of the shower curtain moving and a woman's shrill screeching stops him and instinctively makes him look towards the direction of the sudden noise. wet. . girl. maybe if he wasn't half asleep he would've noticed the sound of running water and maybe if he wasn't in such a hurry he would've seen the towel hanging from the corner but unfortunately, haechan missed all the signs of someone already being inside the bathroom. there's a lapse in his brain body coordination and he ends up stumbling to the floor as a response to the visual shock but he quickly regains his bearings and desperately crawls his way outside, managing to shout an "i didn't see anything!" before he closes the door completely and sprints back to his room, his morning piss forgotten.

@⁰² donghyuck l. "yeah, she's in the same sorority as me," she briefly says, raising the chocopie to take a bite of it, palm held beneath to catch any crumbs that'd fall. "... i like her, i really do. it's just, uh, you know—being mark's friend and all, i'm hoping he doesn't get his feelings hurt. but it's a good thing he's got us here for him." the abrupt flush of his cheeks result in a stifled laugh from her, watching as he chews his half of the midnight snack in one go. upon the shameless compliment he offers her, a tinge of bashfulness graces her smile, and it's almost enough for her to forget her initial bitterness. but, just almost. her shoulders lift in a nonchalant shrug, eyes trained on the chocopie. "yeah, just boy stuff. really stupid," her, she means. to let herself get too involved. "but i'm not too bummed, you're /also/ a great kisser, the chocopie is more than enough, and things will get better. i'm sorry, am i keeping you up?"

[ ] LMAO jaem gonna come in and be like what is going on geezus christ

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@⁰² donghyuck l. warm, warm water enveloped her when she stepped into the bath at the gamma beta frat house. she was more than glad that mark had offered her the bathroom once more to scrub the grime and perspiration from the previous night off her body. it’s hard not to recall mark’s hands on her when she sees bruises on her waist where his hands had so desperately held on to, how he could caress her bare skin with all the tenderness in the world but leave behind little marks that would let anyone who’d see them think that she was spoken for. she wasn’t, but she wasn’t sure if her body knew that. as much as she hated to admit it, she craved him when she wasn’t under him and when she was, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

she needs to stop thinking about mark lee, mark lee who only wants to . she can’t blame him either, she’s the one who promised him from the start that she’ll keep things casual and leave any emotions at the door. she had no right to be upset when he tells her he wants exactly that. it terrifies her that of she keeps thinking about him, there could be that chance of her actually breaking the rules and falling in too deep. what if she enjoys being in his arms more than being in his bed? or him being with her than being in her? that would be a tragedy and ning yizhuo refuses to subject herself to such emotional abuse.

shower thoughts are so annoying to have.

there’s a little jangle and click of the door and immediately her lips curl into an impish grin. mark’s here, just as she thought he’d be. she may not know him but she knows his body. he might close himself to her but the way he holds her, feels her, kisses her, is all too honest. she can tell he wants her, he wants her bad.

“took you long enough.” ning calls from beyond the shower curtains and the running water in a singsong voice. with one hand, she pulls open the curtains to find—

it’s not mark.

, it’s not mark.

“WHAT THE GET OUT OF HERE!” she yells at the unfamiliar (male) face, her voice shrill from the utter shock. ning doesn’t stop screaming as she accidentally drops the shower head in her hands and water sprays dramatically all over the bathroom intruder, and the water and banshee screeching only stops when she pulls the curtains shut. if mark’s sudden change in behavior wasn’t enough to rattle her nerves, this certainly did. what a morning this was turning out to be.

@⁰² jimin y. "i think so? i'm not too... acquaintanced with her. why? do you know her?" if she was a close friend of mark's then she must have known the girl who he was rendezvousing with. scratching his cheek, he makes a mental note to ask his best friend about his relationship status. "stink— wha— they're clean! i wash my clothes regularly! i promise they're not dirty!" his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up in embarrassment at her question and he stumbles over his words as he tries once again to reassure her that his clothes are clean. he pauses for a minute, trying to compose himself with a deep breath before taking the half from her and murmuring a soft 'thank you'. not wanting for any crumbs to fall on his bed, he fits the entire piece in his mouth and chews one, two, three times and then swallowing it down with a big gulp afterwards. "yeah, i mean, it could've been better but i'm not mad because you're a great kisser and that chocopie just now was really good. what about you though? you seemed pretty troubled?"

@⁰² donghyuck l. "ning, right?" she questions, her brow raised. huh... guess she can't necessarily blame mark for pursuing whatever ual endeavors they have, but it was definitely a talk for later. "well, unfortunately for us, i think we're sobering up a little." letting out a snort, she takes the water bottle and chocopie within her hold, flashing him a grateful smile. the thought crosses her mind once more: she's glad she's with haechan. though they probably won't talk too much after tonight, there's no one else she'd rather be with, surprisingly. taking a side of his bed, she carefully unwraps her midnight snack before holding half of it out for him. "yeah, they fit pretty nice. half expected for them to be a little stinky though," she jests in terms to his earlier words. "so, amidst the show of the night, did you enjoy yourself?"

@⁰² jimin y. he's occupied with scrolling through his phone when she comes back. he too had just switched into more comfortable clothing and was now wearing pajama pants and a plain black shirt. he pockets his phone when she announces her presence, lifting his head up to turn his attention to her. "yeah, it's not the first time too. she comes over a lot these days, i just try to drown them out. being drunk helps." he comments good naturedly, laughing when he hears a slight moan slip past from the next room. "i hope you don't mind, it was the only thing i could find other than ramen." comes his comment as he's handing her the bottle of water and chocopie he had previously got from downstairs while she was changing. "clothes look good on you by the way."

@⁰² donghyuck l. it's about ten minutes later that she's staring at herself in the bathroom mirror—her face clean of any makeup, curled hair free of any tangles, and... haechan's scent wafting over her whilst she dons his clothes. luckily, they aren't too baggy and his sweats have a drawstring for her to loosely tie. it feels nice, especially since she'd been wearing tight clothing all night, but it also feels foreign. hopefully, she thinks, the feeling will linger away with a good night's sleep. and so, she shuffles back over to haechan's respective room, but not without taking note of the /noise/ heard from mark's room, the thought making her grimace as she quickly closes haechan's bedroom door. "gross, do you hear that?"

@⁰² jimin y. he too, returns the gesture of squeezing her hand. a silent form of understanding between the two of them. a few seconds pass before he lets go of it and makes his way to his closet, picking out the smallest shirt he's got along with a pair of sweatpants. "sorry, they're a little rumpled, i have a habit of, uh, not cleaning— not saying that my clothes aren't clean, they're very clean by the way, i just meant my closet— it's a warzone..." trailing off, he realizes his word vomit is making him look even worse so he decides to just hand her his clothes. shooting her what was meant to be a sheepish grin (but looking more like a pained smile) "i hope they fit, or at the very least, aren't too big."

@⁰² donghyuck l. as he voices out his own need of affection from the crazy night he's had, her eyebrows furrow in evident worriment, wondering if his was as horrible as hers came to be — but, similarly to him, she doesn't question and instead offers his hand a soft squeeze. they didn't need to talk about it, some things are better left unsaid, she's learned. but amidst the nightfall and found in the depths of despair, perhaps she's gained herself a new friend. "yeah, that'd be nice. just something light for the night," she nods, now slipping her hand from his so he could retrieve an outfit for her. now chuckling, she shakes her head. "i just know i'm going to regret getting so drunk with mark, headache and all."

@⁰² jimin y. the smile gracing her countenance is all it takes to reassure haechan that he's made the right decision in stopping their lustful activities. the edges of his lips pulling into a soft smile, one that reciprocated her. taking the invite to hold her hand, he presses his own palm on her outstretched one, interlocking their digits. "after the wild night i've had, i think i'm in need of comfort too." he replies with a chuckle, shaking his head at the thought of tonight's happenings. this was definitely no where near the night he was planning on having but he wasn't opposed to where he was now. "you should change. I'll get you water and maybe something to eat?"

@⁰² donghyuck l. she doesn't want to speak about her night much, so she's glad that he pauses upon his words and instead opts to be a different means of comfort for her. yeah, maybe this was better after all; she didn't need the ual distraction, just a friend. though he maintains a distance between them, her arm outstretches for his and her palm splays for him to take, her inebriated mind telling her that this is at least better than sitting with the huge elephant in the room. "actually, yeah, that would be nice," she nods, her first genuine smile (that she's shown him) curling her lips. "i'll change in the bathroom and... i don't know if it's too much to ask, but is it alright if i sleep with you tonight? you can say no if you're uncomfortable, of course, i just think maybe some platonic cuddling for the night would be good."

@⁰² jimin y. her puzzled reaction makes him feel bad for cutting their fun short but he remains steadfast in his decision, only responding to her confusion with an apologetic smile. he's silent as she tries to make sense of the sudden change, the inner turmoil in her mind becoming apparent with her outward frustration. the loss of contact when the raven haired woman detaches herself from him is disappointing. she makes her way to his bed and at her gesture, he pads towards the bed, taking a seat beside her but making sure to stay a few inches away. their current predicament leaves him feeling awkward and restless as he nestles his hands between his legs, fiddling with the ring on his index.

"wh— uh," he almost questions what happened but it dies on his lips. choosing instead to comfort her despite her earlier musings leaving him curious but not wanting to pry as they were after all, still, practically strangers and he didn't want to make her feel even more uncomfortable. "it's okay, jimin... you must be cold, do you want to change? you can borrow some of my clothes and uh... if, uh, you want to clean up you can use the bathroom, you know where it is, right?"

@⁰² donghyuck l. this feels good, he feels good. he's exactly what she needs in this moment, with the swirl of his tongue around hers, his hands exploring her body, and the natural passion shared between the two, this is what she wanted. a soft moan slips into his mouth as he then begins to trail kisses lower, reaching the column of her neck. expectant of more kisses, he only gifts her one — lingering and sweet — before tearing himself from her entirely. the loss of his warmth results in a noise of confusion from her, brows furrowing.

huh?

standing still, she takes time to reel in his words, her thoughts, and the abrupt dwindle of lust. , what was she doing? how could she think everything would be alright if she just simply slept with someone else? that would just be returning back to square one and she couldn't do that, not to herself, not to haechan. "i'm sorry, oh my god, i'm so embarrassed," she sighs out, running her hand through her hair. dejectedly, she sits upon his bed, patting it for him too since she couldn't quite deal with the surge of awkwardness suspended between them. without the distraction of , her earlier dizziness catches up with her and she's emitting out another light groan. "yeah, you're right. i know you're right, i just — tonight wasn't a good night for me. and so, i just thought... you know, everything would feel easier this way."

@⁰¹ yizhuo n. her kiss catches him by surprise, his arms wrapping about her waist on instinct. many thoughts fly past his mind: his morning breath, her morning breath, he's completely , someone could walk in /right now/... but before he can amplify a single thought above the others, or even deepen the kiss, she pulls away from him. despite the firmness in his voice earlier, he immediately melts beneath her touch and it's something he resents himself for. be strong, just this once, he wants to tell himself.

his gaze follows her slowly as she saunters out of his room with a towel, and he's about to stand to gather himself when suddenly the sound of his phone ringing interrupts his thoughts. after searching and finding it hidden away within a heap of clothes somewhere in the room, he presses his ear to the phone. "saerom?"

"markie... i have to tell you something."

the tone in her voice erases all previous thoughts in his mind as he listens intently to what his twin has to tell him this early in the morning: "the party last night was really bad [...] a panic attack [...] mom and dad want to take me back to new york [...] doctors here can't help me..."

and with that, with the revelation that his sister who had only recently reappeared in his life after years was going to leave him once again, all thoughts of showers, of wet kisses, or chaste laughter... are gone.

—fin.

@⁰² jimin y. it had only been a few minutes but he was hooked, the latter was enticing and he couldn't deny her. their lips finally meet and mold together easily. he tilts his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss and a fight for dominance ensues as his tongue curls against jimin's own, lightly. his hands traverse deeper inside her shirt, grazing against the bottom of her bra. it was never this hard to keep his hands off before, of course he liked having but he was never one for meaningless hook ups. the nagging feeling he should've followed but surpressed ever since she asked him to come back to his place resurfaces and lingers in his head, distracting him from her sweet temptation. deep down he knows they shouldn't. she's drunk and by the looks of her slightly swollen eyes, going through something. he didn't want her to wake up tomorrow morning regretting everything that had just transpired between the two of them. plus, she was pretty close with mark and haechan's not entirely sure about what mark would say if he knew he goofed around with his friend.

reluctantly, he breaks their connection, sparing one last lingering kiss on her neck before pulling away completely, instead momentarily resting his forehead on hers as he catches his breath. "listen, jimin— you— you're very beautiful and i would love to continue this but you're drunk, and uh, i don't... uh, i don't think we should do this...”

@⁰² donghyuck l. there’s a silent comfort in the way his palms shamelessly caress her before ultimately falling upon the heat of her skin, a reassurance that even if san didn’t want her, at least someone else did. and she’s unsure why, but she’s glad it’s haechan — not necessarily someone she knows too well, but a good person, judging from his friendship with mark. and so, as he compliments her, his eyes raking over her countenance with evident yearn, she grants him a soft smile fueled by her inebriation, and presses her lips to his. initially, it’s hesitant and gradual, the way their tiers slot together in a chaste dance, but she soon captures his lower lip between hers, ling lightly to evoke more pleasure. meanwhile, her palms flatten upon his chest, slipping lower in a feathery touch before she can curl her fingers into the hem of his shirt, tugging.

@⁰² jimin y. the journey back to his room is fast and blurry, only remembering the sensation of her hand in his. before he knows it they've arrived and jimin is tight against him again. her features up close are even more appealing and haechan finds himself staring in awe. despite her hair tousled and slightly smudges makeup she still looked as attractive ever. she definitely had a knack for looking desirable even with minimal effort. a low hum permeates from his throat as his hands snake their way along her body, following her figure. his touch is light and nimble, caressing her skin in different places before stopping flat on the bare area exposed through her crop top. "you're breath taking."

@⁰² donghyuck l. it feels rather foreign to barge into the gamma beta house with intentions that didn't involve mark. and not just /any/ intentions, ones that would satiate her carnal desires, ones that she fears would leave her wanting more — just as it did with san. but at this moment, he's the last thing on her mind as haechan directs them to his room, her closing his door behind them before pulling him closer. similar to their intimate stance at the party, her arms naturally wind around his neck and she holds herself flush against him, chin lifting to ghost her breath upon his lips. "you feel nice," she notes in a quiet murmur, welcoming the warmth of his touch. "i like it."

@⁰³ mark l. if there’s one thing ning finds utter discomfort in, it’s awkwardness and that’s what was happening right now. how did it happen when last night was the the furthest two people could get from feeling uncomfortable with each other. mark has seen every inch of her, felt, every part of her, made her body experience euphoria like nothing ever could and yet, she feels like she has to do something to remove this barrier that has sprung up between them from the moment he wanted to talk.

if he wants , she’ll give him .

“i’ll go wash up…” she gets out of bed to pluck his shirt off the ground and pulls it over her own head. she should just walk out of there and take a shower, but he wants to just , doesn’t he? he wants an easy, accessible, no-string attached, pliant . she can do that. if she can’t make him want her as a friend, she could make him want her in other ways, she thinks as she straddles his lap, thighs around his waist, hands roaming his bare body, kissing him in lustful fervor, until she’s sure he wants her, she’s sure he /needs/ her. then she pulls away, sliding off his lap to get a towel and her much needed shower.

“…you can join me if you like.”

@⁰¹ yizhuo n. the way she accepts it feels too easy. in that moment, he wonders—does she knows? does she know just how much it /tore/ him up inside, gripping his organs and twisting them without regard, when he saw how passionately she had kissed seokwoo last night? their kisses, which were most often dripping with softness and hesitation, were private; she had never, and would never, kiss mark in that way, after the two of them had sworn themselves to secrecy regarding their… arrangement. does she know how often the image of seokwoo’s hands up her dress flickered across his mind even just hours ago as he took her all around the house? no… she probably didn’t, and the thought had likely never even crossed her mind, not once.

“okay,” he says after a moment of silence between the two. she doesn’t argue, just as he had expected. of course, she had been the one who wanted him in the first place. and stupidly, without care or hesitation, he had allowed himself to fall into her and now he was the one being hurt. but she wanted , and pure was what he would give her.

“you can take a shower if you’d like.”

@⁰³ mark l. “oh.” that’s all she says when mark finishes what he has to say. she takes a moment to repeat those words in her mind. it seemed fair that he wanted to keep their intimate lives separate. that’s how people kept out unwanted emotions in relationships like theirs wasn’t it? but it wasn’t so simple was it? the way he said it didn’t feel like it was a case of wanting to draw the line between friends and friends with benefits. but ning couldn’t be sure of it. when she finds it in her to raise her eyes to look at him, she feels a twinge in her chest. a pain she quickly ignores when she let’s herself say, “okay, let’s do that.” forcing a smile, to satisfy him, to show him she doesn’t mind the least bit that he wants to box up their relationship and label it “strictly ”. at least, that’s what it sounds like to her.

she thought they could at least be friends too.

but if that’s what mark wants, she’ll go along with it. she’d rather give up the ing if it meant he could still be her friend, her precious friend, yet he wants to let go of the friend bit. ning doesn’t know what to make of that but she’ll take whatever she gets. whatever that may be. he isn’t kicking her out of his bed or his room, so maybe it wouldn’t be too different from what they were already doing. maybe.

maybe she just likes the attention he gives her.

maybe she’s addicted to him just like she’s addicted to nicotine.

maybe she wants to be more than buddies.

maybe.

mark will never find out.

@⁰¹ yizhuo n. her voice, which he can’t put an expression to but can certainly hear the lingering worry that begins to seep into her tone, causes him to do a double take. what they had… was good, even if the majority of last night involved mark having to urge himself further and further with the fuel of his jealousy that he would never admit. even if she was with other people… so what? as long as he had her, the slightest sliver of her or the most subdued hint of her scent on his sheets, he would be fine… right? wrong.

it’s not okay, and mark refuses to stoop down to that level again.

“i think we should change some rules.”

finally turning to face her once again, he finally catches sight of her worried, pitiful figure that has congealed into a ball at the fear of his words, and what they might entail. he wants to grab her hands, to massage the worry from them and to kiss the curves in her face that have tightened into an expression of fear. and he will, once the moment has passed and he can go back to pretending that everything is fine again. “i don’t want to know anymore. about who you’re ing, i mean. about who you’re kissing, about who’s taking you out on dates that i can’t. i know we said we’d tell each other, but—” after last night, he can’t fathom the thought of someone else having what he wishes he could keep to himself, but can’t. “—i think it’s better if we don’t know. i don’t want to hear about, i don’t want to see it, i don’t want to know.”

@⁰³ mark l. she chases his lips as he pulls away but stops when he removes himself from her, getting up. her skin is left feeling cold and empty as the warmth from his skin dissipates into the atmosphere. something doesn’t feel right, and she used her arms to pull herself up to sit, eyes staring at the back of his head, her knees to her chest, covering her bareness. mark doesn’t say anything at first, she doesn’t know what to say to him either.

“we need to talk.”

talk about what? she has no idea what he could possibly have to say to her that he couldn’t do so with their limbs tangled in his sheets. any kind of talking they do beyond that shouldn’t require him to avoid all eye contact with her. she contemplates the various things he could possibly have to say to her in this position but all of those possibilities revolve around the exact same there: “let’s end this” or “i can’t do this anymore”. despite the fleeting nature of their relationship, and the fact that they barely know each other, ning’s chest tightens at the thought of never seeing mark again. “what do you want to talk about?” she asks cautiously. an unexplainable fear seizes her and has her pulling her arms around herself for comfort.

@⁰¹ yizhuo n. by the time he wakes up, fueled by the shuffling of the body in his arms as well as the blaring sunlight which begins to seep through his blinds, mark is more aware of the kiss being pressed to his dry lips than the stark ness of both their bodies. fatigue is still heavy in his veins, though half-asleep does he find himself kissing her back, arm wrapping comfortably around the circumference of ning’s waist to pull her closer to him, even more than before. she’s warm, despite her bareness beneath the covers, and the fervor almost makes him want to burrow further into her.

but he shouldn’t. he won’t, he promised himself last night.

the night that the pair had spent together had been unbelievably incredible. their bodies weaved in and out, in between each other; he moved, she moved. she acted, he reacted. it was though they were in tune with each other’s needs, their wants. their bodies knew each other, even if their hearts didn’t, and the results of their passion had been strewn across the room. but the night was over, and now came the inevitable morning and the stark reminder that nothing good ever lasts. especially if it had never been born in pure intentions, anyway. pulling his lips away from hers, he retracts his limbs and sits up in the bed. his feet touch the ground, his back facing her as he runs his hands through his messy bed hair. he feels the sun on his back as his fingers rub at his eyes, attempting to wipe the sleep away whilst he contemplates his next words. a pregnant silent grows in the room for a moment before…

“we need to talk.”

@⁰³ mark l. the single ray of sunlight filtering through mark’s blinds is just enough to pull ning out from a deep sleep, fuelled by vodka and mark’s boundless enthusiasm for marking every surface of the house with an unforgettable memory. unlike her first time in his room, the lack of clothes on her body the morning after no longer startles her, and neither does she masculine arm around her waist. peeking open a sleepy eye, she can vaguely make out her dress flung over his desk and her now torn net stockings by his door, his clothes from last night too, as well as haphazardly tossed wrappers that missed the bin by just a few; each item a prop to an event from last night that would make anyone blush. she’s no exception. turning over to face him, she leans in to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

he’s not the best looking guy out there, but he’s attractive all the same, she muses, and she was well aware that looks weren’t everything, despite the terrible lookism in the society she grew up in. any girl would be lucky to have him, and ning supposes she’s pretty lucky too, to be able to wake up in his arms and call him a friend. but the more she allows herself to bask in his warmth, and the more she looks at him, the more she realizes why people who do what they are doing don’t cuddle after , or kiss, or talk, because it’s so easy to cross that line between ing and love making. it’s too easy to want to desire more. and ning yizhuo is terrified of wanting what she can’t have— she’s never had to want something she couldn’t have. not a new toy, new clothes, decent grades (when she tries), the cutest boys in school. but last night was proof that she couldn’t always win. someone out there can lie, cheat, and use her. and if she wasn’t careful, she’s end up being played once again. this whole thing with mark was risky business, if she wasn’t careful she’d end up unable to stop, just like the first time she put her friend’s vape to her lips. in a night, in a moment of pleasure, she was sold. but mark wasn’t a drug, he was a living breathing person with feelings. and a life. a life without her in his future, and feelings that would eventually belong to someone else.

, that was a lot of thoughts. it was too early on a sunday morning to be thinking all that when she’s in mark’s sheets, in mark’s arms. it’s safe here, it’s snug here. all she smells is him and it’s…

oddly enough, it’s a smell she wouldn’t mind smelling every day.