hihi! may i request a scenario? mark with prompt 13 + black :) thank you in advance and congratulations on 4k!! š
prompt: āDon't even try, you'll never understand her. Waste of your time tryna decipher her demeanor.ā
extra: black
note: this gets suggestive at parts/has mentions of sex, thereās alcohol
he canāt stop staring.
mark has virtually no alcohol in him, mainly because he knows heās a giggly drunk and he doesnāt want to make a fool of himself. not in front of you, at least - you, with your bright smile and a faded leather jacket hanging over your shoulders. you look different under the dimmed lights of the bar, though mark supposes itās because he only ever sees you hovering over him, blending in his concealer as best you can. the you he sees everyday, armed with eyeliner and makeup palettes, is very different from the you heās gazing at from across the bar counter, a small glass of some amber liquid between your fingers.Ā
he doesnāt know why heās surprised to see you - this joint is well-hidden, frequented only by music industry professionals and those adjacent. you should be expected to be here, frankly - itās close to your workplace as it is. that, and itās a friday night. you have to let loose some time.Ā
as you talk and laugh and take sips from your drink, mark canāt help but trace your features with his eyes. he finds himself wanting to sink his teeth into your lower lip, place kisses along the column of your neck. youāre always above him, watching him like a hawk at work like itās your job - and he supposes it is, since you donāt want him to mess his stage makeup up. he wonders what itās like to be on top of you.
itās easier said than done - where he can get awkward and stumbly and rambly, youāve always been calm and collected around him.
āyou donāt have to keep staring, you know,ā jaehyun mutters directly into markās ear, forcing the younger to tear his gaze away from you. ājust walk over and say hi. otherwise youāll spend the rest of your life wallowing over the fact that you didnāt even try to understand (name). quit acting like your attraction is some code you have to decipher. iām gonna go find johnny, iāll see you later.ā
before mark can protest everything thatās just been said to him, his bandmate - and drinking partner for the night - is pushing off of his stool, already starting to walk away. mark watches him go, his own brow starting to furrow, and wonders if thereās any way for him to get back at jaehyun in the near future. once āthe deserterā, as mark has mentally deemed him, is fully out of sight, mark glances down at his own almost full bottle of soju, wondering what to do with himself.
a gentle hand on his forearm forces him out of the starting to wallow in self-pity.
āhey,ā you say, shooting him a small smile. your glass is now empty, he notes, mostly because he looks at it instead of you. judging by your soft, lilting laugh, you see this. thatās probably also why you set your glass down on the counter, the gentle thud of its weighted bottom hitting wood forcing mark to look away from your hands and to your face.
āoh-uh, hey,ā mark manages to get out, tongue twisting clumsily over his words as he tries desperately to act like a normal person around you. he hadnāt felt chic enough to be at a club before - heās just in a pair of skinny jeans and a black button down, the top two buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to make it look like he tried at least a little - but now, beside you and your stunning self, he feels as if heās out of place just by existing. just as you start to say something, the song thatās in the background - a mellow, sultry one - changes to what can only be described as a bass-boosted trap beat, forcing you to lean in to speak.
your lips brush markās ear, and he knows heās a goner.
āi know we donāt know each other too well,ā you start, breath warm against his neck. his grip on his drink tightens, and his cheeks feel like theyāre on fire. ābut i saw you staring at me from across the bar. figured we should... talk.ā
you lean back to look him in the eyes, to let him see your teasing smirk as he mulls over what youāve just said. his own eyes are darkening under your gaze, and as his blush recedes into something more unplaceable, youāre surprised to find mark placing his hand on your waist, tugging you even closer. for his part, his fantasies have just presented themselves to him. he isnāt one to let go of opportunities easily.
āiād prefer it if i did the talking,ā he murmurs, teeth barely, but surely, grazing your earlobe. āit would be great if you listened to me. is that okay?ā
this time, he pulls away from you, and you find your wide eyes directed at the exposed bottom of his throat while your mind is stuck on how his fingers drum against your waist. heās waiting on a response, you realize, and you nod before speaking, tone slightly - though not entirely - meeker this time.
āmy place isnāt far from here...ā you trail off, not bothering to finish as mark grasps your hand in his. he pulls some cash out of his pocket, places it on the counter, flicks his eyes towards the exit, and youāre both halfway across the bar when he realizes that he still has one thing left to do before he can leave entirely.
to jaehyun hyung: donāt wait up. gonna be at (name)ās
before he can get a response, he pockets his phone. even when it pings not two minutes later, he ignores it in favor of hungrily pressing his lips to yours in the back of a taxi. he wonāt be looking at his phone for the rest of the night.
as his fingers make dents in your black leather jacket, he doesnāt even think about his text messages.
