my Name is Y/n let me tell you about my love life
while I was running to my Grandma's house to study my grandma lives in seoul and well while I run to my grandma I drop my dairy...and didn't notice I got to grandma's house and tried to find it. I he...
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Mark Pov
I drove Y/n home. I walk over the house to knock guess she's living alone. I walk inside and close the door behind me. while I was carrying y/n in a bridal style. I walk upstairs to place her down. Her bed she was beautiful I had a crush on her since the first day we met. but I kept it cause I don't want our relationship to be broken. so I kept it myself
I sat to looked at her caressing her cheeks she suddenly put her hands on my neck I smile and hug her she hugged back and kiss her forehead I wisper "I love you y/n"
"Hm.." she broke the hug and kiss me "I love you too" I looked at her is this for real does she really. She's drunk is she?? I kiss her she respond and that when it start our first night stand
I took off my shirt and she did too we started kissing passionate I went on her neck leaving hickeys she moaned oh~ I love that sound and I want it more so I kept on attacking her neck next her boobs (sorry if this doesn't make sense I don't know any of those man and women thingy you know🤭)
The next day
Y/N POV
I woke up naked and remember what happened last night ugh!! What the heck!! I looked around to see mark not around I sighed and walk to the bathroom this is what I wore
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You know this is what I want so! Dont judge me I walk over the kitchen
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I grap something to eat and walk over the living
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