Your Lineage, Our Lineage, A New Lineage

Surprising date

A/N: 

Hello, Y'all! How are my lovely readers doing? I'm sorry for the late news. I'm not going to lie. I lost inspiration for this story long ago, but, as I was looking at my failed attempts at writing on my google docs, and saw this one unfinished. I thought I couldn't let this chapter go unfinished. 

Unfortunately, this will most likely be my last chapter for this book! I'm sorry for everyone that enjoyed this. I just can't find it in me to continue. Now I'm going to be shameless real quick, I do have a new book that I'm proud of, and hope you guys can give it a chance. Anyway, comment and vote! I love you all. Thank you! Enjoy!

Jeno gets out of the shower. He lathers his favorite lotion to enhance the softness of his skin. He goes to his closet and picks out a white crop top and black ripped jeans. Running downstairs and putting on his new shoes.

When he stands up, the doorknob turns. He freezes for a second. 'Mark is here early!' He curses in his mind. 'Gotta think of something fast'.

He rushes to the living room and plops down on the couch, picking up a magazine and turning on the tv. He crosses one leg on top of the other and feigns patience.

The door opens and Mark walks in. He hears the sounds from the tv and looks up. Before, he can take off his shoes. He sees his wife walking towards him looking gorgeous.

"Where are you going, Jeno?" He asked. Looking at his wife suspiciously.

Jeno took Mark's hands in between his. "I wanted to go on a date with you, my love, we haven't been able to do anything of the sort as of late".

Mark grins and intertwines their fingers together. He pulls Jeno to his car. Driving to their favorite restaurant.

As Jeno sat, he felt his phone vibrate. He took his phone out and switched it on.

From Lucas:

Are we still up for tonight?

To Lucas:

I'm sorry, Lucas, but something came up. Could we reschedule?

From Lucas:

It's fine, I should've thought that you could be busy, and sure we could reschedule :).

"Who are you texting". Jeno turned to face Mark, who was still focused on the road.

"A client wanted to reschedule an upcoming meeting". Jeno put his phone back as casually as possible. Mark hummed out as a response, continuing to focus on the road.

The rest of the ride was rather peaceful. No fight occurred nor was there an incredibly thick tension in the air. It made Jeno tingle, the butterflies in his stomach, ones that he thought died long ago, flutter.

Once Mark parked the car, both men got out and walked to the entrance. The hostess notices Mark and immediately guides them to their private room at the back of the restaurant.

The couple seat on the lavish couch, the hostess laying down two menus in front of them and taking her to leave. Mark scans the menu once and already decides, Jeno takes his time.

"I see you're still looking for something new," Mark teases, a playful smirk on his face. Jeno scoffs and sets down the menu. "I have too much faith in this establishment, I figured they would add something new to this bland menu," It's Mark's turn to scoff.

The hostess returns with two wine glasses and a bottle of rich wine for the pair. Leaving them on the table, she looks at Mark who nods at her. She leaves the two alone.