baby fangs ❥ m.l | ✔

fourteen

Saturday night found you hosting all your friends at your place—a rare occurrence. It wasn't that you didn't like hanging out with all your friends, it was that you four usually went out somewhere, or to someone else's place. You weren't a big hostess in general, and typically Jongin or Baekhyun preferred to do the hosting of the four of you, but somehow, this time, everyone ended up at your place for board game night.

"Something you'd like to tell us, Y/N?" Baekhyun raised his eyebrows as he dug a forest green garment out from between two of your throw pillows on your couch. He set his wine glass down on the coffee table to spread the hoodie wide, allowing you to see the logo on the front, the name of the college that Mark and your neighbors attended.

"Mark left a hoodie here?" You questioned. "The horror...? It's a hoodie, not a condom. Calm down, Baek."

"I just don't get what you're waiting for."

"What are you talking about?" You walked over to take the hoodie from him, folding it up and setting it aside on your dining table so you wouldn't forget to give it back to Mark on Wednesday.

"You haven't talked about any other man since you started 'mentoring' this kid," the siren said frankly, putting his hands on his hips. "Every time we see you, it's 'Mark did this' and 'Mark said that' and 'Mark's doing so good' and—"

"I don't sound like that," you scowled.

"You kind of do," Minseok agreed, reclined on your couch.

You looked to Jongin, hoping that he'd at least back you up. He shrugged.

"I'm just saying, from what you've been saying, he's been wrapped around your finger since he laid eyes on you," Baekhyun continued. "So, what are you waiting for? He's got his powers under control; he's obsessed with you—have some fun. I think you've earned it. Go be the MILF you want to see in the world."

"You mean the MILF that you want to see in the world. Pass."

"What? Is he not cute or—"

"I said pass, Baek. Leave it."

"Does he have a partner or something?"

"No, I don't think so. Can we just play—"

"What is your—"

"Baekhyun." Jongin cut him off coolly. "Stop."

The siren held up his hands. "Fine. Sorry."

As everyone sat around your coffee table to start setting up the board game, you could feel Minseok's contemplative gaze on you. "You really like him, don't you?" The other sphinx asked quietly, into the dead silence. "Your basilisk."

Never had you ever been more relieved to hear loud, raucous video game explosions from the apartment next door. You scrambled to your feet, happy to be out of that conversation. "Oh, that's the boys. Sorry, hold on." You walked over to your shared wall, and banged your fist on it a couple times.

The volume was quickly cranked down, then Jisung called out, "Sorry!"

You turned back to your own friends with a pleased smile. "There we go."

A moment later, your phone buzzed in your hand.

[markie: sorry, i tried to tell them it wasn't quiet enough]

[you: that's alright. thanks, markie]

[you: also, you left a hoodie here. you can grab it wednesday]

When you sat back down to set up the boardgame, your friends apparently decided to leave the topic well enough alone, letting you start reading off the direction with no further poking or prodding.

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A few hours later, after the games had been abandoned but before your friends were ready to leave, you were washing up a few glasses at your kitchen sink as the others debated some movie options to round out the night. There was a faint knock on your front door, and you looked at the time on the stove clock curiously.

"Oh, can someone get that?" You called out to the living room, hands still wet, soapy, and holding an equally wet and soapy glass. "I'm expecting a package, needs to be signed for."

"I've got it!" Minseok shouted back, the sound of the front door opening following just a moment later.

"W-What?" A familiar stutter reached your ears, and you grabbed a dish towel to start drying your hands off, listening carefully to make sure you'd heard correctly. There was no reason Mark should be at your door right now.

"Oh, Mark, right? Johnny's roommate." Nope, apparently he was, according to Minseok's memory.

"Mark?" You poked your head out of the kitchen, the rest of your body following when you did in fact see the basilisk at your front door. "What are you doing here?"

"What is he doing here?" Mark pointed at the other sphinx accusatorily.

"So this is Mark?!" Baekhyun had joined you three at the door, delight on his features. "Minseok, don't be rude, let the boy in."

"What's uh, what's going on?" Jongin called from the living room as he, too, stood up to start walking over to the front door.

You shook your head at your friends, turning to chastise them, "Oh my God, all of you, stop it." Clearly, the younger basilisk was in some kind of panic, and you had no clue why he was even at your door when as far you knew, he and his friends were playing video games thirty seconds ago. Putting your focus back on Mark, you softened your tone, "Mark, why are you—"

But the college student turned on his heel and took off down the hallway at a sprint.

"Mark! Hey!" You called after him, stepping out of your doorway, but it was useless, as he was already long gone down the stairwell. With a sigh, you dropped your hands to your sides in defeat and moved back into your apartment. Leaning against the inside of your closed door, you looked around at your friends, at a loss for words.

"Do you think we scared him?" Baekhyun asked, his head tilted.

Jongin's tongue flicked out, his eyebrows shooting up before his features relaxed again. "You think?"