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The first time Mark ever kissed a boy, he was eighteen and at a party to celebrate his graduation with all of the kids in his year. High school had passed by in a blur, like a fast forwarded movie that you just couldn’t pause. He remembered it all too well, he was hiding in the bathroom from the loud music and the sweaty bodies when another introverted boy pulled him into the last stall and locked the door in a frantic hurry. The boy, clearly drunk, must’ve mistaken Mark for somebody else – perhaps a hookup or a secret boyfriend – and kissed him square on the mouth without a moment’s hesitation. The boy had mumbled just before their lips met about how Mark had supposedly ’taken too long’ and that the boy and he had discussed this rendezvous thirty minutes ago. Mark, who had been stupified by the boy’s prettiness and his apparent clinginess, couldn’t get a word in to explain to the drunken boy that he wasn’t actually who the boy thought he was.Mark had kissed people before. He kissed girls on the lips in an awkward, teenage attempt at romance. He used to kiss his mother on the cheek nearly every day when he was a child. Somehow, though, kissing a boy made fireworks ignite within him, and even though the kisses were sloppy and the boy tasted of alcohol, Mark found himself strangely addicted to it. The taste of alcohol was neither here nor there, that wasn’t what made the experience enjoyable. It was the warmth, the neediness and the clinginess. He made out with the stranger for a long while before the boy finally sobered up a bit and realized that he was kissing the wrong person. The boy, who had been so adamant in his flirtations with Mark previously, then flushed and asked him to leave.He remembered how awkward it had been to see the boy again in the few times they had met. They couldn’t make eye contact, probably for different reasons. For the boy, he surely felt embarrassed about the way he had acted towards Mark. On the other hand, though, Mark couldn’t stop thinking about the boy’s lips. He couldn’t make eye contact with the boy, because having such thoughts about a stranger felt so odd. So bizarre. He wanted more. He craved more kisses and affections, and not even necessarily from that boy.
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Seven years later, and not all that much had changed. Mark had been on dates and had kissed many people, but nobody ever seemed to stick around for very long. Maybe it was partly his own fault, as he slowly got busier and busier with his job and ambitions that he forgot to ever text anybody back or try for new dates. His romantic life had suddenly become stagnant, like a train running so low on fuel that it came to a complete stop entirely. It all became the same. He worked, he slept, he stared out of his window when it was so late at night that the birds that would come and land on his windowsill, were nowhere to be found. Mark found himself talking less and less to the people around him, simply because he would get too distracted by other things. He had so many goals and achievements he wanted to strive for that socializing didn’t seem all that necessary.It became so bland, though, that he was afraid that he was simply driving himself mad. He woke up in a beige bed, went to his beige kitchen to make some bland coffee to help keep him awake enough to power through his dull day.Donghyuck changed everything.Their meeting was accidental, in that Mark never intended to have a man attach himself to his hip and talk his ear off on the train ride home from a long trip. It was just one of those things that happened. A thing that occured simply by the world’s want and not necessarily Mark’s. He found himself arguing with Donghyuck a lot. Over silly things, as it turned out. It was almost like the slightly younger man was trying to provoke him. They bickered about this and that and all the while, Mark tried to remain nonchalant. But deep down, he knew that Donghyuck understood the truth. It was hard for Mark to deny it even in his head. Donghyuck was beautiful in ways Mark had never seen before. He was youthful and his smile reminded Mark of a warm embrace after a harrowing day. His laugh sounded like honey and his skin was rich and tanned, smooth and soft. Mark wondered if Donghyuck noticed all of his staring and forlorn glances – since he moved closer until their knees were touching, and asked Mark if he had made plans for the night.At first glance it seemed like an innocent question, but by this point in his life – no matter how touch starved and antisocial he had become – he was well aware that the touching of their legs, and the way Donghyuck’s hand brushed up against his own, that the question was far from innocent.
”So, what? You’re the type of guy to meet a stranger on a train and go back to his place to bang?”
”That depends… are you the type of guy to go along with it?”
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Even now, over a year later, Mark wondered if Donghyuck realized back then just how much Mark had been denying himself of simple pleasures. Donghyuck had jokingly told him in his own bed that night that Mark kissed him like a starved animal. Time is a ruthless bastard, and Mark had been spending so much of it focusing on anything but his own relationships prior to that. But after that night, Donghyuck became a regular person in Mark’s life. Whether he liked it or not, apparently, as the younger man would welcome himself inside of Mark’s apartment on most days, even if Mark was busy or wasn’t in the mood to see him. Despite his occasional outbursts at the other man, though, Mark did appreciate his presence. His beige life seemed to grow more colourful the more time he spent with Donghyuck, even if all they were doing on any particular afternoon was watching musicals together. Listening to Donghyuck sing along with each song in his pretty, honeyed voice always made Mark’s day – even if the smug grin he would give him when he would catch Mark staring made him want to kick Donghyuck in the balls.As it turned out, Donghyuck was a fan of annoying Mark endlessly. It was obvious that he was doing it on purpose, if his exaggerated dramatics and flirtations were anything to go by. A lot of the time, Mark couldn’t take him seriously and ended up laughing at his silly nature. Which, apparently, is what Donghyuck liked to see – because the other man’s own smile would widen tenfold whenever Mark laughed. They had a kind of connection that Mark was sure that he hadn’t had with anybody before. Not only that, but also the taste of Donghyuck’s lips was so sweet and addicting. Doing anything with him felt good.The changes were subtle. People at work noticed that Mark was much more chipper and sociable than he used to be. But that was bound to happen, the real changes began when Mark would come home to Donghyuck flirting with strangers on his couch; strangers that would always be introduced to him as ‘friends’. Mark never doubted that Donghyuck had a small group of friends, because even though he acted like a social butterfly, he was actually much more of an introvert. He just hadn’t anticipated them to be so… touchy with one another. All of Donghyuck’s friends were cute. From the small one that reminded Mark of a fairy to the tallest, shyest man who seemed to be afraid of his own shadow – something that apparently endeared Donghyuck to bits considering the endless affection he smothered the tallest boy in.“You’re really close with your friends.” Mark said one night, while Donghyuck was sitting on the edge of his bed, sliding his previously discarded underwear back up his legs. He had been thinking about it for over three months now. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? What’s that supposed to mean?” Donghyuck laughed as he threw a teasing, half-lidded glance over his shoulder. “I was just wondering how you became so close with them. Cause you guys touch a lot.” Mark shrugged, hugging his sheets to his bare chest. “Ah, are you curious, hyung?” Donghyuck’s teasing never ever subsided. Whenever he got the opportunity, he was there and ready for it. “Do you want to touch them, too? Are ya feeling a little jealous?” Mark knew he didn’t mean it seriously or anything, but the comment caused his eyebrows to furrow. No, he wasn’t jealous. Donghyuck and he weren’t really dating. Well, whatever relationship they did have, they hadn’t yet put a label on. He was just curious. As the weeks drew on, he had come to learn each of their names. None of them ever sat in Mark’s apartment without Donghyuck being there. In fact, a few of them look like they’d been caught with their hands in the cookie jar whenever Mark would make eye contact with them after coming home from work, or waking up late yet again.Donghyuck treated Mark’s apartment like it was also his space, which at this point it pretty much was. There were few nights that Donghyuck didn’t spend in his bed or on his couch or in his guest room. So, they might as well be living together. Maybe Mark should talk with him about that at some point.“I was just wondering.”“I guess I can just be touchy with who I like.”That wasn’t a lie, Donghyuck could get clingy. Mark wasn’t always a fan of people touching him, but in most ways, the younger man always found a way to bypass that and cling to him anyway. “Does it feel nice?” Mark asked and Donghyuck hummed in thought as he climbed back up the bed and tugged on the sheets in the hopes of being let in. “Sharing affection with multiple people? Sure! Do you not, like, hug your friends?” He asked as he finally slid into the bed beside Mark. Not really. Mark shook his head and he bit the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m not usually like that with my friends. But, do you see them as more?”“More than friends? I dunno. Renjun’s my husband.”“Renjun’s your… husband?”“Yeah, he’s the only one for me. I’m going to cry on our wedding day.” Donghyuck pretended to wipe his fake tears, making Mark chuckle and shake his head. “They’re all something different to me in a way. But I like them all the same.” Donghyuck shrugged and grinned as he wrapped his cold arms around Mark’s bare torso, causing him to yelp. “Warm me up!” He pouted exaggeratedly. Mark had half the mind to shove him out of the bed, but he decided to play nice this time. “If you want I could ask Jaemin to come do his weird, cat-like courtship with you. He has the tendency to stare at people like he’s gonna unhinge his jaw and eat them.” Mark made a face. That was right. The pink haired man with the large arms and the… impressive chest. That was Jaemin. He always looked at Mark with sparkly eyes and a wide grin, constantly having a look about him that made it seem like he had an unquenchable desire to squeeze Mark until he turned blue. “I feel like he was planning on doing that on his own accord..” Mark trailed off, making Donghyuck chortle and nod.“There’s no stopping Jaemin, sorry hyung.” Donghyuck had been absolutely right. In fact, he was right about many things.It was a pretty normal occurrence now for Mark to return home to find someone sitting on his couch or in his kitchen. He had gotten comfortable with all of Donghyuck’s friends, to a point where they no longer had to be in Donghyuck’s company to be in Mark’s apartment without feeling embarrassment. He welcomed it, honestly. Each of them were a delight to be around. It was so normalized in his brain that he didn’t even have a reaction to Jaemin lounging on his couch, eyes wide open as he watched a video of a cat like an enthralled beast. “Hyung!” He said lazily, his ankles propped up on the arm of the couch and his toes curling in his socks as he stretched his arms over his head. Mark looked at Jaemin again and paused. He didn’t really know why the other man was wearing a small, tight tank top – and honestly he felt that it was better if he didn’t find out.Jaemin’s body was impressive. Donghyuck once said that Jaemin and Jeno both had the stature of Greek Gods. It took until now to see that, once again, Donghyuck was right. Mark was starting to wonder if the shorter man had meant what he said when he proclaimed that he was “always right” – a statement that had Mark on the floor laughing at the time it was said. Maybe he should start regretting the words he says. “Jaem, hey, how’d you get in?” He asked coolly as he grabbed himself a glass of water, in the hopes that it’d distract him from the perfection that was Jaemin’s body. The man stood up with a grunt and made his way to the kitchen where Mark was standing, situating himself directly behind him. “Hyuckie told me where you keep your spare key. You should work on your home security, hyung.” Jaemin’s voice was so close to his ear that it brought a shiver out of Mark. It was true. Keeping his key under the doormat was probably not the best idea.Without warning, Jaemin’s hands came to rest around his waist – his chin pressing flat against Mark’s shoulder. The hug should’ve just been casual. After all, he knew that Jaemin was a hugger. “Was waiting for you to come home, ‘cause I wanted to ask you something…” The way he trailed off, his lips touching the shell of Mark’s ear, made Mark’s palms sweat like he had just ran a marathon. “What’s that?” He hadn’t felt so breathless and nervous in quite a while, and yet his heart was rattling around in his ribcage. “Donghyuckie told us about your… relationship.” He began and Mark could only swallow thickly in response. “He said you were interested in experimenting.”Ah, was that how he had put it? Mark mentally cursed Donghyuck. Having his business aired out like this to the six guys he had been secretly (or not so secretly) ogling while they were over, wasn’t in his plans. But, well, here he was. Jaemin was readily available, literally trapping him against the kitchen counter. “He did, did he?” Mark’s voice came out like a strangled sound with the way he had to hold himself back from begging Jaemin to get closer.
please press against me more.
He wondered for a fraction of a second if there was any possibility that Jaemin was a mind reader of sorts, since the man of taller stature pressed his chest right against Mark’s back – his buff arms squeezing. In no time at all, though, there were no longer any thoughts brewing in Mark’s head. There was no space up there for them any longer. Jaemin’s lips pressed against Mark’s in a confident kiss. Despite Mark’s initial surprise by the bold move, Jaemin appeared to be determined to lead the way. He quickly spun Mark around so that they were face to face, and his hands reached up to cup Mark’s jaw as he began to lick, suck and kiss at the blissed man’s lips in hunger. A guttural gasp left Mark’s lips between feverish, non-stop kisses. To his own surprise, a whine forced its way out of his throat. Despite the kisses being very fast and sloppy, there was a certain tenderness there that laid in the way Jaemin held his jaw and cradled him so that he wouldn’t uncomfortably bump against the kitchen countertop. It was an addictive, sweet feeling that within seconds he just can’t get enough of.His arms, which had been by his sides since Jaemin had first started hugging him, flew around the other man’s shoulders. Mark gripped at Jaemin’s back needily as he returned the kissing in the same sloppy manner. They were inseparable at that moment. Wet, messy and eager to have each other – Mark felt his head swim in the pleasure that was having Jaemin in his arms and kissing him. It made him realize just how much he really liked the other man, as if it had been on his mind for a while. “Hyung.” Jaemin breathed against his lips, the thinnest string of spit bridging the gap between them. “Is this okay?” Mark’s eyebrows twitched. Why would he ask now? He nodded ever so slightly, acutely aware of how minimal the space between them was. “I was waiting for you to do that.” He said breathlessly.“That’s good, because we had been wondering.” A second voice came from the doorway and Mark yelped in surprise, knocking his forehead against Jaemin’s chin. They both groaned in pain, Jaemin doing so in a much more whiny tone. The visitor tittered behind their hand. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you!” Renjun smiled. And oh had Mark become weak for that smile. While Donghyuck’s smile was a sign of incoming mischief, Renjun’s smile was an angel’s blessing sent from Heaven. And, yes, Mark did love both smiles equally. And, yes, Mark realized that he was comparing everyone and everything to Donghyuck now. That man just won’t get out of his brain. “Hi, Renjunnie.” Jaemin made a face at the newcomer, the same face he pulled whenever he would find stray cats on the street and started baby-talking to them.Renjun approached them both and Mark watched with wide, adoring eyes as Jaemin leaned forwards to lock lips with the smaller man in a chaste kiss. The face that Renjun pulled as Jaemin got a little carried away by nuzzling and kissing him made Mark’s heart melt. And he wasn’t sure why. “Uhm… uh…” He began intelligently, making the pair chuckle slightly. “Earth to Mark hyung, come in, Mark hyung.” Jaemin pressed their noses together and blinked at him slowly. “Are you there?” It took a moment or two, but when Mark snapped back to reality he pushed at Jaemin’s chest lightly. “Wait, wait! What’s going on? Jaemin kissed me and then he kissed you and… huh?” Mark looked puzzled, making Renjun sigh.“Donghyuck said you were down to try?”“Hyuck only talked about me kissing Jaemin, though?”It became rather obvious that Renjun was holding back a proper laugh behind a little smile. “He said you were curious about how touchy he is with everyone. Jaemin wanted the hands-on approach.” Even still, Mark looked stumped. When he had said that, he hadn’t realized that meant kissing and grinding – he had just wondered why they were all so clingy with each other. “Oh, I meant like… hugs and stuff, though?”“But I thought you had been waiting for Jaemin to kiss you?” Renjun raised an eyebrow and inched closer until he and Mark were chest to chest. Jaemin was still hanging off of Mark from behind like a clingy cat, grinning like he had planned this all along – which simply couldn’t be true, because when he and Mark had first met, he had been bothering Donghyuck by laying across the entirety of Mark’s couch. “Well, yeah, but that was because– well, it doesn’t matter!” Mark stammered, feeling Renjun’s soft, small hands as they climbed up his neck to cup his cheeks. “You’re into it, hyung, you can just admit it. Nobody’s gonna judge.”“If anything, I know more than just a few of us have been waiting for a piece of you for a while.”Mark, who had swallowed too much of his own spit, coughed and sputtered in surprise. “You were what?!” He blamed Donghyuck for this. Not just because it was incredibly easy, but also he was one hundred percent sure that ass chose not to tell him these things on purpose. He wondered how obvious he had been when silently watching and ogling each of Donghyuck’s friends.Much like how the man himself had slid into Mark’s life and just fit, his friends sort of just fit as well. The days where he’d come home to find Chenle and Jisung sitting on his couch bickering, or to find Jaemin in the kitchen preparing a meal of some kind – those were the best days. When Jeno would be sitting on his countertop eagerly waiting to talk to him or when Renjun would be brewing tea or rejecting Donghyuck’s crummy advances. They had become something that he not only expected, but hoped for. The few days he spent alone in his apartment were some of the loneliest, and while, yes, he could just ring them or text them – nothing felt quite the same as talking to them face to face about one thing or the other.Nothing else seemed to matter when he and the others got into heated debates about the silliest of things. Like pieces of a puzzle, they slotted together so perfectly that if one piece was missing – it would be easy to tell.He wrapped his arms around Renjun’s waist and they stood like that for a while. In a somewhat awkward hug that would’ve been better had Jaemin not insisted on clinging to Mark’s shoulders. “Oh, yippie!” The man of the hour finally showed his face, walking into the room while smiling wider than Mark felt he had ever seen him smile before. “We’ve already started!”“Calm down, Hyuck, you’re making it seem like we planned this…”“But we did plan it!” Chenle laughed, his head popping up behind Donghyuck and resting on his shoulder. They all filed in slowly, with Jisung being the last and clearly the most shy about whatever they were expecting to transpire. In all honesty, it felt like Mark was about to be sacrificed to the wolves. “So, haha, what’s the plan?” He asked, sounding a little afraid.“Oh, calm down! It’s nothing bad. The plan was just to…” Renjun leaned up on his tip-toes to kiss Mark’s lips, a soft feeling that was drastically different to the dominance and neediness Jaemin showed him in their kiss. It was at that moment, too, where Jaemin decided to finally detach himself from Mark and move to torment Jisung’s face with kisses as well.Renjun’s lips softly moved in sync with Mark’s own and he could feel the tender caressing of the shorter man’s thumbs against the apples of his cheeks. Mark felt dazed, like if he was kissed any more times he may well faint – since the boys seemed to be determined to suck the air right out of him. His eyes fluttered open when Renjun pulled away, soaking in the softness of his cheeks and the sparkle of his eyes. “So, you just want us to kiss?” He asked hoarsely, pointing at himself and then gesturing to the other boys who were all preoccupied with each other. Renjun nodded. “More or less, we’re kind of exclusive but… Donghyuck liked you so we thought we’d give you a try.” Mark pulled a face, the way the sentence was phrased made him feel like he was joining a secret club. “Right. You’re exclusive? All six of you? Like a relationship?” Was his next question, because something within him panicked. Was he being a homewrecker? Did Donghyuck sleeping with him make Donghyuck a cheater?He winced as Renjun pinched his cheek. “Don’t overthink it. We like you, we want to kiss you. Focus on that.” Donghyuck sent him a lazy smile and strode closer, circling his arms around Mark’s shoulders. “Don’t make that face, makgeolli,” He chided lightheartedly, leaning up to kiss Mark’s chin affectionately. He could only think to scrunch his nose. “Are you in or what?” Donghyuck, ever the eloquent one, wiggled his brows and bit down on his lip. By this point in their relationship, Donghyuck had learned how and when to push Mark’s buttons to get what he wanted. It wasn’t difficult either, because Mark was relatively easy as far as easy goes. Especially when it came to Donghyuck. The master of mischief himself. Or, in other words, an annoying little shit. Mark couldn’t help himself, he wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face.So, he did just that. A pleased noise left Donghyuck’s lips. It felt odd to have a live audience watch what he had been doing privately for the past year and a half. The audience wasn’t just live, either, they decided that they were going to be active participants, apparently. Mark’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt a presence behind him. Jeno’s chin rested awkwardly on his shoulder, as if to get the best view of Mark and Donghyuck locking lips. Jeno had no hesitation as he dove right in to press kisses up Mark’s neck. He smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he kissed the shell of Mark’s ear. “Do you like it, hyung?”It wasn’t even a question in Mark’s mind, really. In fact, the only thing he could possibly fathom at that moment was what the best way would be to kiss each and every person in the room. His mind was hazed with desire, an intimate longing for closeness. A longing that appeared to be reciprocated. When he and Donghyuck parted, Mark wasted no time in diving right in to kiss Jeno square on the mouth too. Fast, chaste and sweet. It seemed to be just the way Jeno liked it, judging from his keen reaction. His hands gripped at Mark’s shirt, curling up into fists which tugged the fabric of the shirt up a little to show Mark’s waist. He felt a coarse touch caress its way up his now exposed side as he felt Chenle’s smile against his back. “We all get a turn, right?” He asked, sounding hopeful. Yes, Mark thought, there would be no doubt about that.Jeno was cute in many ways, his puppy-like visage was something Mark had always appreciated about him. Not only was it cute in every way, but it also complimented his mannerisms. From the little tilts of his head whenever he would feel confused, to the way he would preen over simple praise, Jeno really embodied a puppy – but never more so than at that moment. Mark wondered if Jeno theoretically had a puppy’s tail, whether it would be wagging aggressively right now. He supposed the answer would be yes.Even if he was completely enthralled in his own kissing, Mark could notice the way the others would touch each other. He had noticed it for a long time, of course, since he had brought it up with Donghyuck. From the way Renjun would bump shoulders with each of them to the sweet kisses Jaemin would share, it was obvious that they were close. And exclusive, as well. Which was something that Mark was very adamant on learning more about later.By the time he had reached Chenle and his cute, boyish smile, Mark’s lips had been bitten and sucked on. “It’s a good look on you.” Jaemin teased from the couch, since they had all migrated over to Mark’s living space to continue their… activities. “We should keep you like that more often.” The comment made Chenle laugh, a sound that immediately brightened up the whole room – even brighter than it already was. From what Mark had noticed, Chenle was more of a viewer than a participant in most of the group’s unhinged affections for each other. There was the odd time where he’d speak to Jeno in his baby voice or lay himself over Renjun’s back – but it was rather rare. Chenle, especially, wasn’t very vocal about his affections either. But Mark had first noticed Chenle’s liking of him from his insistence of cooking meals for Mark and begging him to go and play basketball.On days where Chenle would be the mystery guest in his apartment, (Mark wondered if they had a rota of some sort, like they were taking care of a house cat together or something) he would notice that the Chinese man would always be in the kitchen making food, nagging at Mark to eat something.“You’re staring.” It was a blunt statement, but Mark could see that Chenle’s ears were a little red. “Yeah, and?” There were very few times in life where Zhong Chenle had nothing to say to somebody. Mark remembered how the younger man had once told him that not talking felt like a death sentence to him. So, he liked to let Chenle talk about whatever he wanted. And it was obvious that the others felt the same way. “Don’t stare, hyung, just kiss me already!” A few snickers could be heard from behind them. Mark didn’t need to be told twice. Locking lips with Chenle was interesting. To him, Chenle was the most boyish of them all. Not that the others weren’t masculine enough in their own sense or anything, Chenle just had that feeling to him. The kiss was short and sweet, and when they parted Chenle couldn’t quite look him in the eye again. Donghyuck cooed and dramatically threw his arms around the other man. “He’s so shy! cuuuute!” Chenle made a face at the coddling, pretending to be disgusted while the rest of them laughed.Mark turned his head, though, because there was still one mouth he hadn’t yet kissed. Last but most certainly not least. Jisung met his eyes shyly, making him smile. It was hard to tell what the taller boy was thinking about at any given moment, since there were always thousands of thoughts going through his mind per second. It was cute, Mark thought. He paced around the kitchen sometimes when he was pondering the reality of ghosts. He had such an interesting and amazing mind, really. Mark couldn’t help but want to dive inside. See what it was like there. Or, at the very least, ask Jisung if he’d be willing to share his thoughts sometime.He knew the others felt the same way he did. Because really, everyone adored Jisung. It was too hard not to. And, really, it was too hard not to adore all of them. For different reasons, Mark found himself swooning like a teenage boy who had just discovered what attraction felt like. “Hyung…” Jisung interrupted his thoughts with a smile on his plump lips. “I’m embarrassed to ask.” He averted his gaze down at the ground and Jaemin clicked his tongue, taking a break from ravishing Renjun’s neck with kisses to purr. “But you should ask, right? Politely, too.” He teased, making them all chuckle at the way Jisung floundered.Mark shook his head at the silliness and stepped forward until he was toe-to-toe with the tallest boy. “Don’t mind him, you don’t have to ask if you don’t want to.” He reassured the other with a warm grin. The apples of Jisung’s cheeks were faintly flushed and he held a large hand over his mouth timidly. “I mean, unless you want to. I wouldn’t say no to hearing you ask, I just thought that since you looked so shy about Jaemin telling you that you should ask that I’d—” just as he expected, Jisung shushed him with a smooch. It was a tactic Mark had ripped straight out of Donghyuck’s book; annoying somebody until they kiss you or do what you want them to do in order to shut you up. Donghyuck had many sneaky techniques, and almost all of them worked every time. Mark could see the appeal of being such a troublemaker if it got cute boys to kiss him like this all the time.Jisung didn’t kiss with the same uncertainty he led with, funnily enough. If anything, Mark thought that he was rather confident in the way his hands rested on Mark’s hips and the way their mouths move to compliment each other. It was sweet, so sweet that he could hear Donghyuck jokingly gagging in the background. It made Mark remember that they had an audience, especially when Chenle chipped in. “Add more tongue!” He heckled playfully, making Jisung withdraw bashfully and make a face. “Don’t say that!” He whined.“How’d it feel?” Jeno asked sweetly as he nestled himself into Mark’s arms. Chaos erupted around them as Donghyuck and Chenle continued to tease Jisung and as Jaemin and Renjun potter around the kitchen, lips swollen, as they tried to put together something to eat because dear lord, was that the time? “Good.” Mark replied, smiling to himself contently. He hoped there was more where that came from. And judging by how intimate they all were now, he was expecting more. The first time Mark kissed a boy, he was eighteen and he thought that it might’ve been a mistake. He kissed one-off dates and hook-ups, but never seemed to find a way to keep anybody by his side. He had started to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with him, until an overly-clingy and enthusiastic Donghyuck accidentally came barreling into his life. Unlike anyone else he had ever met, Donghyuck stuck by him and didn’t move. A soulmate for Mark to cherish, because even despite their endless bickerings and occasional spats – Mark knew that there was nobody else he could trust more than Donghyuck. And now, he went from having nobody by his side over a year ago to having six companions he wouldn’t trade for the world.