" I know ive kissed you like ten times, but just another like ten please" for Mark ? I really like your writing btw 👉🏼👈🏼
“It’s twelve,” you announced after you checked the time on your dashboard, the digital clock being an annoying reminder that your date was over. Your boyfriend beside you groaned, his closed eyes scrunching with disappointment. You smiled softly at his reaction and patted his thigh to get him moving.
“Already?” he asked as he sat up in your passenger seat, putting the seat back in an upright position. The action gave you deja vu almost every time, reminding you of the last time he had lunch with you in your car. He figured after the third time he’d asked you to bring him lunch you would get tired of it, but you never did.
“Yeah, sorry, love,” you chuckled, smoothing the back of his hair down as the headrest had managed to slightly mess it up.
He leaned into your touch out of instinct which made you smile, “Alright, I guess I have to go then.”
“Yeah, I don’t want Yugyeom to fuss at me for keeping you too long again.”
He laughed, his pearly white teeth making you melt like it was the first time you’d seen them all over again, “Yeah, he was definitely annoyed with us last time.”
He thanked you for bringing him his food and pecked his lips against yours sweetly. Then he immediately dived back in for another one, this time with just a bit more passion behind it. Your hand somehow ended up on the nape of his neck, twirling the hair there subconsciously with your fingertips. If you knew it would only spur him on further, you wouldn’t have done it. Because the next thing you knew he was pressing chaste kisses to your lips, your nose, your cheeks. Finally, you had to gently push him away with your hands on his chest and a grin on your lips.
“You need to go,” you reminded him, “The guys are gonna kick your ass.”
He sighed once more, admitting his defeat before picking up his wallet and getting out of the car. After the door was closed, you shook your head and checked your phone for any messages. That’s when Mark knocked on your window, signaling for you to roll it down.
When you did, he rested his elbow on the door and gave you the signature puppy dog eyes you grew to love, “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten. Please?”
You scoffed, holding back a laugh, “Mark, no. You can have as many kisses as you want after practice.”
“But that’s four hours from now, _________!”
“You can do it. We’ve done months apart for tour. I think you can handle four hours.”
“Fine,” he frowned, backing away from the door and waving goodbye, but not before telling you he loved you and to drive safe.
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