Static Cling { A MarkJin Fanfiction }

Chapter 1: It's Complicated

A/N

This is a sister story of my first book "A Love Between Three People" ( My first book ), if you would like, you could go read that before this book. The ship for "A Love Between Three People" is 2jae ( JB and Youngjae ) and ye, I hope you enjoy this book.

Jinyoung smiled contently at the person lying peacefully on his chest, tousled sheets and blankets wrapped around them like a cozy cocoon. He’d never felt such a state of euphoria before, he hoped it never ended. After the incredible (and unplanned) sex the pair had, they’d spent the rest of the night talking…about everything and, at the same time, about nothing.

They were supposed to be working on an assignment for their World Literature class, it was the reason Jinyoung had come over tonight. How reading and interpreting the Odyssey had morphed into hot, passionate sex with his dreamy schoolboy crush was completely beyond Jinyoung’s reasoning tonight, but he was so thrilled that it happened; and was thanking every god, goddess, and demi-god with the divine power to make such a blessed thing happen so spontaneously.

Did this open the door for them to potentially start building a relationship?

Would this just be their first time together?

Or their only time?

He had to know.

Now.

“So what do we do now, hyung?” he asked softly stroking Mark’s dark hair, pushing the damp strands away from the elder’s beautiful forehead, his tanned skin still glowing slightly from their previous workout. Mark grinned tiredly and wedged his chin between the comfy cradle his crossed arms made, Jinyoung’s steady breathing making him rise and fall ever so slightly. “Go to sleep hopefully,” he answered huskily, his deep voice laced with lethargy, “It’s 3AM and we’ve been talking for, like, 4 hours. Most people would pass out after going two rounds, but not us.”

Jinyoung laughed at the elder’s literal approach to his question, drowsy people could only live in the ‘right now’ he assumed. He softly smoothed down his thick brows. “That’s not what I meant Mark,” he replied with a shake of his head. He let his fingers drop down to outline Mark’s full pink lips, they were almost as thick as his. Lips that had been all over his body, kissing and sucking, not too long ago. Lips that he’d kissed until they were swollen and dark. Lips he couldn’t wait to kiss again and again.

Mark cracked open a sleepy dark brown eye; he was falling in and out of sleep, dangerously teetering on that tight rope of consciousness. “What did you mean then, Jinyoung-ah?” he asked absentmindedly, trying his damnedest to stay awake to finish their conversation. He unfolded one of his arms to trace random scribbles into the younger’s soft pale chest, maybe constant motion would do the trick.

“I meant, what do we do after tonight? You and me? Us? Where do we go from here?” the younger elaborated, he carelessly whipped his thick onyx bang out of his dark chocolate eyes. Mark shrugged, “Why do things have to change?” he asked ghosting his fingers over the younger’s knuckles. Jinyoung was taken aback by that, “What?” he asked incredulously, he pulled his hand away from Mark’s, “You’re not going to break up with your boyfriend?” Keeping his eyes closed Mark easily answered, “No.”