The Last Mission | Markhyuck

4.

I groaned slightly. Shoving my face more and more into the blankets as the side of the bed dips in with another weight. The sheets; pulled off, revealing my bareback. I'm awake but keep my eyes closed as soft lips trail with kisses up to my nape. Legs astride. Sitting on my lower back. A kiss on the shoulder. Moving on my ear, his warm breath tickles as his tongue peeks out and licks me in the corner of my jaw, teasingly. The warmth of his bare tummy on my back. The rest clothed body on mine. I'm in heaven with this annoying boy whenever he stays over for a night. The corner of my lips turns up as I give up my act of sweet slumber at his comment. 'Why do you have to look so hot early in the morning, Mr. Lee?'

I turn to look at him questioning. 'Is there a problem... Mr. Lee?', raising a brow.

He leans closer- as he speaks, his soft lips touch with mine. 'yes... cause it has me wanting to be fucked raw, so fucking bad, baby,' hearing him sigh at the end of the sentence lightly, my heart skips a beat. But he's leaving the bed sooner than I process the comment in my brain. I get up to run after him...

But the only thing my eyes focus on is the darkness in every corner of the apartment.

I stay in bed, taking in the silence. The sound of the car passing by outside. The ticking of the clock, of every other person outside off to their work. I sit in silence alone for the next five minutes to drown in the sorrow that I brought upon myself.

Rubbing my face hard with my hands. I get myself back to reality. Out of bed and to the bathroom for a cold shower. I needed to wake myself up.

Lengthy showers on a free day were heaven. Only if you were not constantly interrupted by the annoying ringing of your phone. I put it on silent as I checked the contact name. Xiao Ling. I groaned in annoyance. I swear my eyes might roll to the back of my head because of this motherfucker. Not a single day in peace.

I put on the first pair of comfy shorts I could find. Drying my hair with a towel.

Living alone is a luxury if you can walk around your apartment naked. Or maybe shirtless. Like presently. But if it's with someone you love who can pass comments of your hotness and flirt with you like they don't own you is far more wonderful and heavenly. And feisty.

'ooo, yes please,'

I turn around to my boy all propped up with his hands under his chin over the back of the couch, definitely enjoying the view of his boyfriend with a towel around his waist. 'Fancy what you see, pretty boy?' I chuckle at his attempt at another flirt. God if only I didn't love his ass to death...

In the afternoon, I woke up from my supposedly 20 minutes nap that had turned into three hours of sleep. I was fucking lazy today. Eventually having the mood to check whatever Xiao Ling was getting to, I adjust into a comfy position on the couch and put my phone off silent.

17 missed calls.

4 messages.

yesterday

- mark pick up your phone
sent 10:23 am

today

- don't be an asshole just hear what I have to say
sent 2:37 pm

- fucking dick, the only reason I seem this desperate is that its fucking important
sent 5:51 pm