Passionate

T H R E E

Mark took particular interest within the said 'Safewords' and had scrolled the site down to explore it's most related points towards the topic ; from dangerous looking toys to submissive and dominant positions there was one brand of the subject that had piqued his undying curiosity- it was the act itself- Bdsm

The timid man felt a sudden tingle up his spine, the same electrocuting sensation that ran through his bones. The feeling he gets whenever he thinks back to his hazy, obscene imagination which was brought into his dream- the continuous leather tendrils smacking on his skin, the feeling of his hair standing on end. It made him kind of disturbed rather than uncomfortable.

A light sigh escaped between the man's lips, looking around for any onlookers before clicking on the subject before him. The screen flashed a new tab to life, redirecting him to another portal.

He took occasional glances at Lisa, afraid she'd come over and witness the unpleasant sight of Mark's state before her. He could already feel the disappointment swirling within, overshadowing his exploring nature.

Despite that- he still wanted to know more.

That was when he felt the tingle of his phone's vibration within his hoodie pockets, disrupting him of any further thoughts that clouded his mind. Immediately, he closed the tab before the site loaded and fished his phone out of his pockets.

Wade...

The half-Korean bit back a groan, unlocking his screen and looking through the irrelevant spam that his roommate has erupted in his chat room. Not bothering to switch the computer off, he got up and approached the Lisa behind the counter.

She raised her brow, adjusting her glasses atop her nose bridge. "Done already? that's a first."

"Yeah," Mark gave a curd nod of reassurance "Thanks a lot, Lisa"

Lisa gave the timid man a warm hearted smile before nodding in response. "Do visit soon, Mark"

"I will."

Turning his heels, he took steps towards the library's entrance. He looked over his shoulder, watching Lisa wave goodbye at him- her hazel eyes seemed distant- like she wasn't there mentally. It kind of made Mark's heart cry, Lisa was like a mother to the timid man- while his own was at Ohio, far away from where he was.

"Bye, Lisa." _________________________________________

It didn't take long for Mark to feel tired, he had a sudden thirst for coffee- something which had brought many joy to his boring life. Maybe it was because of the caffeine within the contents of the warm, brown liquid. Not only does it keeps him awake, it calms him down.

Speaking of which, there was a nearby café down a few blocks in the following street. One he intended to go to after having to deal with Wade Barne's bullshit.

The idea of escaping reality in a café seemed to intrigue Mark, it was seemed rather simplistic and suited him rather well- especially with the beef of being a student and having to deal with stress plus always having expectations from peers, his mother and his teachers.

A few seconds have passed and he found himself getting closer and closer to the café, he just needed to turn a corner and- BUMP.

"Watch where your fucking going, you lil' fucker."

"Oh- I'm sorry,"

"Shut the fuck up, go to hell," The stranger infront of him spat rudely. However, Mark seemed to shrug it off and seemed to put on a rather penitent expression.

"Hey, look, I'm really sorry but you don't need to so-"

"Rude? That's what all the fuckers say," The man interrupted, cocking his head to the side. There was something off with the way he spoke, he seemed trigger some nostalgia within the timid man- his accent was a bit off and it resembled the one in his dream. Is that just a coincidence?

The half-Korean observed how the man dressed. He sported a hoodie tinted with a dark shade of green and a simple pair of denim jeans, similar to his own. There was a sort of supremacy-like aura radiating the man's dominant posture, it seemed to represent authority.

"...What are you lookin' at," The stranger noticed Mark's adorable stare and his gaze seemed to soften for a second, betraying his supposed tough act.

"Look, if ye want to apologize- there is no need for you t' be so pathetic"

The timid man started to tense a bit, exposed to the nostalgia the stranger brought to him. He didn't know why, but something about his accent made his stomach grow butterflies. He noticed how his tone began to simmer down, and took the opportunity to look at him.

Mark's face flushed with crimson, he immediately regretted his decision of doing so- his heart started to accelerate. He looked amazing- no, he looked gorgeous. Infact, he was so gorgeous it made his stomach do flips.

He had chestnut hair with a hint of grey, it was messy- and it seemed pretty cute. There were hints of hair on his jawline, trailing to his chin. But what made Mark see stars was his bright ocean blue eyes which contrasted with the afternoon's light.

"You can start by treatin' me with coffee, you know"

Mark blinked. "S-Sure."

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*Makes them meet up on the the third chapter*
*Regrets, regrets it all* I don't know anymore, I think it's coming out nicely but It seems all over the place like the other stories I made, omg. Save me. SAVE ME

Synchronocity Aka Morpheus