BL Hotel [markson]

That's a Maybe [40]

Bl Hotel [40]

Mark let out a pleased sigh, as he looked over the guest list making sure everyone was signing out in time. His body was still sore and swollen from earlier, and he wasn't going to lie saying that his back didn't hurt like a motherfxcker at the moment.

He didn't understand what people meant when they said they got their guts rearranged, but now it couldn't be clearer. He bit his lip and his body began to become hot, to the point his cheeks and ears turned pink. The perverted thoughts ran through his mind as he remembered every detail of what they had done just not too long ago. Just how full he felt when-

"Excuse me?" Suddenly a man spoke and woke him up from him daydreaming. The guy in front of him interrupted, and his deep voice totally caught Mark by surprise. When he looked up he saw a dark-haired man with a pierced eyebrow. His arms were uncovered so his tattoos were visible. If Mark wasn't so caught up with Jackson he might have been flustered at the man's appearance.

"Sorry to distract you from whatever you were thinking, but do you have any rooms available for the night?" He asked calmly, while shamelessly checking Mark out. "Umh...actually we do!" He said, giving the other a friendly smile, " You want to book it for the night, right? What's your name?"

"Changkyun."Mark typed in his name, ran his card through, and handed him a pair of keys to one of the rooms. Before he left, alongside his pink-haired 'friend" he turned around for a last question."hey, you single by any chance?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. The malicious intent showing all over his expression, but Mark followed along.

"Umh...well I guess." He said unsure of what to reply since he couldn't even rely that what he and Jackson had was a real relationship for now. The man nodded his head and began writing down something in a piece of paper.

"I see, in that case, I would love if you gave me a call sometime?" He said and smiled before placing a small piece a paper with a number on Mark's desk. The couple continued to walk to their room as if nothing had happened. Mark took the piece of paper and shoved into his pocket, not truly paying much attention to it since at the moment he wasn't interested in another fuck-buddy.

The day went on and eventually he was able to close the front desk when all the rooms were occupied for the night. The next shift would not begin until tomorrow morning so he pulled out his phone.

Mark:
Wanna come over tonight?

Jackson:
Why? Miss me already?~ ^^

Mark:
Well, I guess if you don't want to...

Jackson:
NO! I was joking, I'll get there in a few hyung ^^
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The older chuckled to himself at just how predictable this man was. He checked a few last things before pulling out the 'no more rooms available' sign before leaving. When he arrived at home he did expect to see Yugyeom chilling in the living room, watching the lord knows what in Netflix.

"Uh-Yugyeom..."Mark's voice cracked slightly as he swallowed harshly."I didn't think you would be back so soon, you know because of the whole Jaebum thing." He said putting down his stuff and watching the other closely. "Well, me neither but here I am. Why? Got a stripper coming or something?" He said not removing his eyes from the screen.

Mark's face turned a red color as his bangs covered his face  and he began shaking his head. Yugyeom stopped his show [which shows the importance of the situation] before gasping.

"MARK ARE YOU HAVING A STRIPPER OVER?!" He shouted and Mark's face just turned twenty shades darker as he shook his head again, "No! I'm not having a stripper over, fuck Yugyeom you're so loud." He complained as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time.