Falling in love with your soulmate is predetermined. Like a rush of tingles that run down your spine, like a river that flows smoothly and steadily in the right path. This is Jung Jaehyun to you - expert street racer and your destined soulmate.
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this chapter, includes the following detailed explicit sexual content - paint play, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap), cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, love making.
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"Did you bring Jaehyun home already?" Mark judges you through the phone and you roll your eyes. You stretch your legs and turn on the television.
"I didn't. Maybe I should, and maybe I will, only to fuck him in your bed."
"That's a weird kink you've got there, Y/N," he laughs hesitantly. "Though I'm not judging you and will have you clean my room."
Your eyebrows quirk upwards and you scroll through Netflix to find the perfect show to watch. You respond to Mark meanwhile, "How's Hyuck doing?"
You hear the loud, chirpy voice - distant and afar - through the speaker and you smile; an automatic pre-installed reaction to this boy.
"Y/N," Donghyuck screams and then, you can almost hear him pout. "Why didn't you come to visit me?"
"She's on a quest to woo and bed her soulmate," Mark states and you scream profanities at the other boy. He chuckles, "It's true."
"Not all of us are lucky to be born with our soulmate right next door," you sneer at Mark and you can hear Donghyuck place a big, fact kiss on Mark's cheek, hopefully, through the phone. "And here we go again. This is exactly why I don't come along with Mark, Hyuck. Too much PDA."
"But if you came, Mark and I could have held a whole concert for you," his voice hints at the times you, Mark and Hyuck shared together, a bleak of memory that you remember like you've lived through it and yet it feels like you haven't.
"Damn it, Hyuck," you mumble. "Damn you, and your annoying Mark."
"You love us," Mark sniggers and you cough. You turn the television off after having found it too difficult to choose anything. Luckily, the doorbell rings exactly at that time.
"That must be Jaehyun," Mark hints and your voice breaks as you scream, "What?"
You look down at your attire. You are clad in an oversized white t-shirt of Mark's with some shorts. Your face is a mess and your hair is barely tied into a proper bun.
"I wonder why he rang the doorbell," Mark ponders and you wish you could kill him through the phone. "I gave him the password to the lock."
"You told someone the way to enter our house?"
"It's your boyfriend," he laughs. "Stop making it so dramatic. Why? Do you look uglier than usual?"
"Uh, yes."
Donghyuck is in the background, laughing. You can almost imagine him holding his abdomen and falling over. Mark tries telling him to keep it down but he fails.
