mr. sweet kisser. markhyuck (ON HOLD⚠️)

two.

after searching for minutes he finally saw jeno sitting at one of the couches, chatting with a group of people—a beer in his hand while the other is resting on jaemin's shoulder—he immediately made his way towards him. tapping him on his shoulders before sitting at the vacant seat beside him, "hey."

the younger immediately looks up from what he's doing, noticing that his tone is a little off, "oh mark, what's up?" he greeted, "how's it so far?"

"good, but honestly my head's hurting a bit." mark confessed leaning his head back on the backrest, "might have been the drinks or jet lag."

"really? you could rest in one of the rooms upstairs for a bit." jeno suggested, before offering the older an unopened water bottle. mark took the bottle but didn't move a muscle, "come on hurry, i don't want you to pass out here."

"alright, alright." mark said, lifting his body with all of the energy he got at the moment.

he passed by a bunch of couples making out, cheering with a beer in their hand and even a group of circle shouting someone's name.

groan fell on his lips when he saw that the rooms he just passed by are all occupied as he couldn't unlock the door knob. he then got to the very last door, but the moment he was about to open it, the power went out.

at first, he thought he just completely blocked out but not until someone spoke up. "oh, h-hello?" his brows furrowed. is this room also occupied? "so uh... i'm guessing the power just went out but maybe we can still do the dare?"

what dare is he talking about? mark asked himself. "just seven minutes in heaven, right?" he heard him speak once again yet he didn't say anything, he just started blindly making his way closer towards the figure.

he smirked. maybe he can try a different way to ease this uncomfortable pain he's feeling. "how do you want to do it?" it wouldn't hurt trying something.

"i-i don't know..." he stutters, "i have no idea how these things work."

"should i take the lead then?" mark asked, walking closer before slowly placing his hand on his waist. he couldn't see anything but the outline of the figure in front of him caused by the faint moonlight outside. "should i make you feel heaven in seven minutes?"

he felt the latter tensed, assuming that he was taken aback. he nodded but mark is not quite satisfied. "i can't hear you..." the older whispered.

"yes, you can..." mark heard him reply under his breath. the older was a bit hesitant until he felt the stranger place his hand on his shoulders pulling his body closer.

he took this as a sign to continue. mark took another step closer, his hands wrapping completely around the latter's waist and by now, their bodies collided as one.

and it's as if a bell signalled something to them, they both leaned at the same time, finally pressing their lips together.

his lips are warm and soft, mark thought to himself. his lips parted slightly, just perfect for mark's tongue to slip inside but just before he can take the opportunity, the latter detached himself a bit away from mark's body.

"hm?" mark released a confused sound, "did i do something wrong?"

"i..." he felt the stranger awkwardly playing with his shirt, "i don't know how to do that... you know? with the tongue."