Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Fourteen - Red Light

Krystal was slightly intoxicated at 4PM on a Thursday due to the fact that she had nothing better to do, besides go over the list of responsibilities that were required of all group leaders. She had decided that in order for her to get more active and involved in school she needed to join more groups. She didn't exactly aim to become the group leader of the Gay and Straight Alliance, but she stepped up to the plate when the Dean considered shutting the club down due to nobody volunteering to coordinate it. It would give her a stronger sense of purpose, as well as get her out of her apartment more often, which is something she was excited about. Although she wasn't gay herself, she wanted to support her gay friends and the new people at the school by showing them that she was an ally.

Krystal was sprawled out on her pink sofa. She looked through the clipboard, going down the list with her eyes while taking a huge drink of her bottle of wine straight from the bottle without taking her eyes off the paper.

"Coordinate and host club activities and social outings." she read. "Hmm, so like basically I'm a party planner? I'll be so good at this. Won't I Bruisy?" she laughed, petting the fat piece of fur that was drooling next to her.

Her phone rang, "G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S" Fergie sang out loudly. Krystal put her wine down, wondering who would be calling her.

"Yeoboseyo" she said with a burp.

"Huh?" Mark replied. "Krystal you know I don't speak Korean."

"Shit. Sorry. Hi Mark, I thought you were my dad." she groaned, "What's up?"

"You're never going to believe it. But... I did it! I had sex." Mark squealed.

"SHUT. UP. You little slut!!" Krystal screamed. She could feel Mark pull the phone away from his ear for a second before he answered.

"Yeah, with Lee. It was amazing." he sighed.

"Oh my god. Hold that thought. I'm coming over right this minute." she yelled, springing up and putting her flip flops on. "Marky-poo my little harlot." she giggled.

Krystal left Bruiser in the apartment as she dashed across the hall, opening Mark's door without even knocking.

"Was he big? Was he rough? Did he bite you?" Krystal said at warp speed, "Did he hit you? Did you ask him to hit you? Did it hurt?" she continued with squinting interrogative glance.

"He made me dinner. Then he carried me to the room and laid me on the bed. There was rose petals, rain, and a big fancy veil over the bed." Mark said proudly.

"Did you let him cum on you, did it taste weird?" Krystal ignored Mark's attempts at being sweet. Mark could tell she had a little bit to drink.

"Are you hammered, Kris?" Mark said, squeezing his nose, "Damn you smell like my aunt Valerie after eight boxes of wine."

"Eh, I had a pick me up at lunch." Krystal chimed. "Anyway, back to you. Does this mean that you two are like, official?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, I feel like it but we haven't said anything." Mark said, confusing himself. "Should I ask him?"

"Well the real question is do you want to be exclusive? As in... do you want to sleep with other people?" she asked.

Mark looked down with an upset expression on his face. "Well, not exactly." he said quietly.

Krystal rolled her eyes, "Mark you're doing it again."

"Sorry."

She climbed into the sofa with Mark, forcing him to rest his head on her shoulder. She petted his hair like a cat. "Don't worry my dear. Someday you'll be over him and the world will be sunny and bright again." she slurred.