Living Together?! | Mark Lee

Chapter 43

"Can I ask you something?" He asks you, watching your every move as you straddle his waist.

"Hm, what?" You say almost as a whisper, intertwining both your hands with his.

He licks his lip, teeth nibbling at the dead skin at the corner of his mouth. "About Jaemin–"

You cut him off. "What about him?"

"Did you love him?"

Your chest aches at the question. It made you shudder and you question it yourself. You breathe deeply, glancing down only to be met with the sight of his bare chest.

Mark hums waiting patiently for your answer. He didn't want to overwhelm you again by hurriedly forcing you to answer something that you might not even be comfortable answering.

"At the time, I thought I loved him," You suddenly say. "But I realized it was all based off lies and false dreams."

"I'm sorry."

You sigh. "There's no need to be. I'm over it."

"You sure?"

"Yep, totally," Your tongue rakes over your teeth when you look down at him. "Now, my turn for questions."

A grin spreads on his lips and his hands lean back behind his head. He nods, gesturing you to continue and you bite at your lip unsure if you're able to ask the question or not. It may be a little personal, but since you're both in that comfortable part in your relationship it was fine for stuff like this.

He slaps at your thigh, signalling you to hurry on and you yelp. You glare at him and he just snickers, poking at your tummy.

"What was your father like?" The words finally leave your lips and you feel somewhat relieved.

Mark hums, the way he purses his lips make you feel uneasy. You think he's uncomfortable by the way he shifts a little under you. Clearing your throat and patting nervously at your own chest, you shake your head. "It's okay, you don't–"

"I don't remember a lot about him," He starts and you feel somewhat relieved that he's said something. "My parents separated when I was really young."

"Oh..."

"I guess you could say he was rather stern, but if you push the right buttons you can see he has a soft spot." He states and you can see a smile creeping up on his lips that he's unaware of.

"Reminds you of anyone?" You tease and he rolls his eyes. "So, who found that soft spot?"

"My mom," He responds. "I miss her."

"I miss mine, too," You murmur, leaning forward. "It makes think..."

He pushes your hair back. "Think about what, princess?"

"About when our parents come back," You state, sounding a bit disappointed. "What are we going to tell them?"

"It'll be a shock that they're kids are dating, huh?"

You giggle. "It would."

There was a silent pause. Nothing in the room could be heard, but the soft breaths you both let out.

Now, that you both think about it, you haven't thought of what would happen when you don't live together anymore. You don't live far from each other, but it wouldn't be the same. The two of you won't even see each other at school, considering you both already soon will graduate.

You could say living together has brought you both together and you're afraid to say what'll happen when you move out.

"About your father..." Mark mumbles. "Do you think he'll try to find you?"

"I... I don't know." You say shakily.

"I mean, you kicked the man in the nuts. He's probably ticked off."

"I don't wanna talk about it," You exhale. "Can we just go eat now?"

Mark laughs at that, hand reaching out to pet the top of your head then push your hair behind your ear. It took you by surprise when he flips you over, his body hovering over yours.

Mark leans in to steal a kiss, a gesture you happily returned. When he took another and another, you began to smile against his lips. You giggle at his sudden boldness. His kisses become more carnal and mischievous than the innocent ones before and you could feel yourself slowly getting riled up again.

"Maybe later." He teases, travelling down your body to place soft kisses below your navel. You tense, a pout appearing on your lips at your hunger. The whine you let out doesn't bother him, but only encourages him to go lower to nip at your bare thighs.

"Mark Lee," You gasp as a warning. "No more."

He frowns. "Why?"

You remind him, "I'm hungry and I'm really sore."

Mark cocks a brow, hands resting at the bend of your knees to separate your legs. He stares down at you and you gulp, having the urge to cover yourself under his intense gaze.

"You say that, but you're already so wet, princess."

He was right. You couldn't deny the soreness between your thighs was suddenly begging for his attention. There you go again, feeling weak around him. Honestly, you hate yourself right now.

"Oh, fuck you." You groan, throwing your arms over your face embarrassed.

He smirks at that, adjusting himself in front of you before whispering, "Exactly what I'm about to do to you."

May Sulli's soul rest in peace. I hope she's better and happier where she is now.