Butterflies || MarkKit

CHP 38 || Fully to You, I'm Addicted

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-Kit-

Seeing Mark out of it, drunk and tipsy, I don't know, but it just tugged at something in my chest. I was just standing there, watching him cling to Wayu and Jew as they led him back to the hotel. I knew that he already had help, but I couldn't help myself from wanting to step ahead and help him myself. 

I did follow them though, walking along with the group so it didn't seem so obvious I was hurrying. I couldn't look away from him, the way he seemed so frail but he was still laughing and cackling like crazy. He was talking too, saying things that were too far for me to hear.

But I managed to take my opportunity, though. I had watched them until we made our way to the reception. And when I realized that Jew was going away, for whatever reason- I didn't even care, I had stepped closer to them, offering to help. At first, Wayu declined my offer politely, informing me that Jew was helping them out.

But I insisted. I didn't care. I just wanted to be one of the people that helped him.

And so... when I was the only one leading Mark into his room, I was a little bit dazed, wondering how I managed to get to this level, to begin with. I would have expected his friends would cling around, but they didn't. And here I was, with drunk Mark, in the confinement of his room.

I honestly don't know what I had expected, because I have never been with Mark when he's drunk before. But when I found myself trapped under his body, his arms hugging me, I was more than startled. In fact, I was panicking. I don't even know why.

"Mark, get the fuck up. I'm trapped and you're heavy."

I was doing everything in my will not to make my voice crack. I was really panicking. He was so large and heavy on my body, he was pressing up against everything, especially my chest. I couldn't breathe.

"So you admit I'm heavy.." He murmurs into my shirt.

"With you against me like this, yes, you're heavy. Get off me, you drunk oaf!"

"Mmm... I.." That's when he lifts his eyes to meet mine.

I don't think I've ever paid attention to someone as much as I paid attention to Mark now. I was already tense, and my heart was rattling in my chest like a bell. But his eye contact... it was too much. And he was way too close.

"You're so stunning."

I bite strongly at the inside of my lip, forcing myself not to react to his words. I can feel my breaths getting a little uneven, and I had to get him off me right now. Right... now! He's saying my name, but at first, I can't hear him. He was getting closer to me, his face closer to the opening of my shirt. 

"I want your consent."

His nose traces against my collarbone, and I gasp out, my hand flying to grasp at his shoulder. I couldn't stop myself in time. I was taken off guard.