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Jaebeom: That Kind of Commitment

Jaebeom wakes up the next morning still naked and attached to Mark in his bed. The clock says it's early in the morning, which is lucky because he works today. He didn't expect to sleep so long.

Yesterday he wanted to put his stuff away, shower and then sleep, try and relax before he has to work today, but he'll have to do it after. He peels himself off of Mark, trying not to wake him as he tip toes around to the bathroom. He feels stiff and kind of gross, he can imagine Mark is going to be feeling worse when he actually gets up, and with that thought in his head, he climbs into the shower.

Like always, he can't help but think about Mark joining him. It's a fantasy he indulges in an embarrassing amount, but showering together is never really something they've done, but boy does he want to.

He wants to get Mark in front of him, naked and wet and just take his time, soaping him up and feeling him everywhere. He's so beautiful, just the prettiest person he's ever met and Jaebeom wants to worship him, in everywhere and in every way.

Before his fantasy completely disrupts his shower, he turns the water really cold and jumps out, shivering but safe.

Hopefully Mark will still be in bed, so he can climb in and cuddle him until he has to go or risk being late. But he won't give up that time, he needs that time.

Mark is awake though, sitting in just his boxers on the edge of the bed. He looks so sleepy, but he smiles at him when he looks up at him.

"Morning" Jaebeom says, leaning against the doorway.

"Barely" Mark chuckles, leaning back on his hands. "You're up so early, and we were cuddling" he pouts, puffing out his bottom lip.

And for a brief moment, Jaebeom seriously considers calling in sick, getting back into bed and fucking Mark down into the mattress again. At least he wants to hold him. So he does, sitting down beside him on the bed and trying to pull Mark towards him, but before he can, Mark reaches down and grabs his thigh, looking intently into his eyes.

"Jaebeom..." Mark trails off, drawing little circles on Jaebeom's thigh. "I heard...." he stops again, sighing and then closing his eyes. He squeezes Jaebeom's thigh. "Who did you kill?"

And... Jaebeom wasn't expecting that question. Especially from Mark, but he should've expected it would come out once he told Youngjae, and then just... disappeared.

He sighs, sliding down off the bed with a groan, feeling as Mark reaches for his shoulder.

"Jaebeom please, tell me, I just—why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to be afraid of me" He rolls over, and Mark brings his hand up into his hair and guides him to his thighs. Jaebeom rests his head happily. Happy, because Mark isn't pushing him away, but pulling him closer.

"Who was it?"

"Some guy in my neighborhood." Jaebeom says. "He used to babysit my little sister, because I was kind of busy with sorts and whatever, but well..." he can't say it. He's never been able to say it out loud, not on trial, not in prison, not in counseling. Not here. "anyways I came home early one day and it happened."

"Okay, okay" Mark says, and then he's cupping Jaebeom's face and tipping his chin up. Mark is so beautiful, like an angel in the morning light, his smile small but warm, loving. "I understand, and we don't have to talk about it."

"Thank you"

And then Mark is pulling him up and pressing their lips together.

"I have to get ready for work, do you want some coffee?"