Marked BY Midnight

Chapter 01

"How late will you be?", Yn asked Chan through the phone, loneliness seeping into her bones by each passing minute. "Around midnight sweetheart. Why? Miss me that much huh?", A soft chuckle escaped Chan's lips while he was teasing his needy girlfriend over the phone.

Chan, or in other names, Bangchan is the leader of Stray Kids, which makes him incharge of everything related to the group. And that also meant working late hours at the company and studio to make sure everything is set for a smooth running the next day. But apart from a leader, Chan is also Yn's boyfriend. Despite having hectic schedules every day of the week, he still makes time to hangout with her and to make sure she's doing alright. It would be a lie if he says he doesn't miss her on a daily. He does. More than he would ever like to admit.

Just like most days, he was working late at the studio tonight as well. But what he didnt know is, Yn back at home was aching for him to come home, to be in his arms and to feel his touch. Not being able to bare it any longer, she decides to call Chan, which he picks up in not more than two rings.

"Hey baby? Anything wrong?", Chan's concerned etched voice came through the phone.

"Everything's wrong!" Chan genuinely panicked at her declaration, already standing up from his seat and reaching the door handle. "I miss you so damn much Chan!", Yn whined through the phone, which earned her a chuckle and a relieved sigh from Chan. "I know baby, I know. I miss you too, you know? I'll be home before you know it." Wrong. Yn knew Chan won't be coming early.

"How late will you be?", Yn asked Chan through the phone, loneliness seeping into her bones by each passing minute. "Around midnight sweetheart. Why? Miss me that much huh?", A soft chuckle escaped Chan's lips while he was teasing his needy girlfriend over the phone. "Yeah, I miss you that damn much it aches". That's when he got the hint that she didnt just miss him but was needy for him to the point it starts to ache. "Fuck Yn, how am i even going to focus on anything anymore knowing that you're that desperate and needy for me?" Chan's words carried a hoarse to voice, restraint slowly slipping away. He wanted nothing more than to hold Yn in his arms right this moment, but he knew he couldn't until he was done with his work. "Then come home. Work later", Yn's voice was filled with impatience, laced with the undertone of desire. But Chan couldn't leave his work midway like that. He is a perfectionist who completes everything before moving on to the next, but his own principals were coming down crumbling to the ground upon hearing the eagerness in her voice. "I- I cant come, you know that baby". She knew that. And thats why whatever she was going to next, was going to shock the living pigeon out of Chan.

Yn hung up on the call without giving Chan a reply or an explanation. She got ready and by the time Chan's follow up call was coming through, she was already in the car, driving to the Company Building. If there's one thing in the world that is common between Chan and Yn, it was their determination get what they want done whether the other liked it or not. Determination is one strong suite in this relationship.

Chan started to worry when Yn didn't pick his calls up. In Chan's mind, it was because she was mad at him for not coming home and will probably not talk to him for the next three days. But what he didn't know is that, she wasn't answering his calls was because she is too busy driving down to the company to see him in the flesh and to pounce on him the moment she sees Chan. Just like clockwork, Yn was now in the carpark of the company. After securely parking her car next to Chan's, she made her way upto the fourth floor where his studio is. And yes, JYP did give him his own studio (I mean its suprising if he didn't have his own studio by now).

There was a knock on Chan's Studio door. In his mind, he is not expecting anyone. He ignored the knock thinking it was some trainee in the company annoying him as a prank this late at night. Yn was getting impatient by the minute, so she roared a follow- up knock which made Chan get up and go to the door.

"Who the hell is here this late at night?", He murmered to himself while opening the door, and the sight he saw was the most breath-taking thing he had ever seen all day. Yn dressed up in sweatpants and one of his tshirts, hair in a messy bun. The man was too stunned to form words.

"Yn- you- here- HUH!?!", The joy and excitement he was feeling was written all over his face. Yn couldn't contain her laughter at the site of Chan being all giggly over seeing her. "I figured if you couldn't come home, then I would come here, to the studio. Cause if i waited another minute longer at home alone, I would've mentally lost it", Yn bit her lip while speaking the last of the sentence. Chan's eyes darkened at the sight infront him and from the words that came out of Yn's mouth. Hunger and desire was now reflecting off of him, making it painfully obvious how much he needs her. "You are going to be the fucking death of me", saying that Chan pulled Yn into a searing kiss filled with pent up desire, need, hunger and the primal need to mark her up as his all over again. Chan's hands were all over her, accessing every entrance possible.

Soft moans left Yn's lips involunteerily, unable to contain the pleasure and rising need pooling in-between her legs. Chan backed her up against the nearest wall to them, hositing her up by her thighs, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist. One thing about Chan was, if he started a missionary, he sure as hell made sure it ended up with reminders about his touches and feels etched all over her body.

"Show me how much you needed me, how much you wanted me to touch you, to mark you up", Chan threw himself and Yn to the couch, making her straddle his lap. Yn already felt the effect she had on him beheath all that material that was seperating them. Chan noticed the look on her face, "You feel me sweetheart? That's what you do to me". His hands started sliding up her T-shirt, rising it higher and higher until it was a discarded clothing on the floor. "So pretty, So mine". Chan's hands wandered shamelessly on her bare torso, unhooking her bra with a practiced ease.

Yn's hands made their way to his shirt, unbuttoning them with a hurried urgency, matching the same pace of Chan. It was clear that the both of them mirrored their desire and hunger for eachother and needed to feel eachother more than anything.