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Mark feels the metaphorical billboard in his head light up at that name, feeling lucky with the amount of gold that Haechan dropped into his lap. 

The always illusive Jeno was never secretive of his partners up until a couple of months ago, when he stopped talking about any of them altogether. Mark naturally didn't give a crap about that but when Jeno began posting more about a couple of videos he's filmed with more…loving..captions, it made him curious. Sue him, he was bored.

"Say, hyung.."

"Yes?" he replies, stroking the thighs perched on him. The boy stops scrolling on his computer and he shifts his attention back to him. His profile was still being lit by the computer screen, the blue light kissing his nose while he turns his head half-way. Much to the professor's satisfaction, the boy smells like him, covered from head to toe in his bodywash and his clothes as well.

"I didn't really get that bad of a grade on my assignment, did I?" Haechan asks, his eyes completely serious. He's halfway turned towards him with grave expression on his face making it hard for Mark to hold back his smile.

He was so fucking cute.

Mark shakes his head. "No, you didn't. For the assignments, the grades were all fake." Haechan blinks. Slowly, a face of disbelief appears and he slaps Mark's shoulders, repeatedly. It made Mark burst out into a fit of laughter, his shoulders shaking as he tries to hide his amusement while tucking his face into Haechan's neck.

"So I got good grades on them?" Haechan glares at Mark once he let go of his anger. 

"Yes, flying colors on them," Mark placates him, reaching around the younger to pull up another window for his university email. He quickly shows Haechan the grades for his past assignments, feeling Haechan relax at the proof that he was indeed fucking around with him. "See?"

Haechan trails a hand through Mark's tussled hair and tightens his grip on it briefly, making Mark look up at him, wincing. "You're such a manipulative asshole."

Mark grins, feeling a little apologetic at Haechan's insult. "Sorry."

"You better not be doing this for anyone else." Haechan grumbles, side-eyeing Mark through the corner of his eyes. 

"Never." Mark echoes, terribly endeared. He feels Haechan's arm trail down from his hair, still leaving it on his neck. "I would never." 

Haechan freezes and then stretches his arm out, his palm facing upward. "Give me your phone, hyung."

Mark's confused but he obeys, quietly watching as Haechan unlocks it by turning the phone towards him. Haechan taps on the Contacts app and he sees the younger type in his information, sending a greeting text to himself. He bites back a smirk, realizing that he's been inside of his student before he even got his phone number.

Haechan stays on his contacts list longer, scrolling through them slowly as if he was inspecting who's on it. Mark lets him, quietly curious to see what he's looking for. 

"You looking for somethin', baby?" Mark asks. Haechan turns to look at him, his eyes suddenly filled with a small fire. 

"Do you talk to the other professors often?" 

Mark shakes his head, not knowing where this is going. "Just at work, but I don't have any of their personal info." 

Haechan bites his lip. "What about…TAs?"

"No," Mark repeats again, raising an eyebrow. "What's this about?"

Haechan seems to have satisfy his search on his contacts list, handing his phone back to him. He folds his hands in beneath his knees and mutters something Mark doesn't catch. 

Mark leans forward. "Hm?" 

Haechan hisses. "Sunwoo!"

Mark smiles cluelessly. "Sorry, who again?"

Haechan looks at him in shock. "You're kidding me, you don't remember him?"

"Should I?" The professor tilts his head.

"Sunwoo," Haechan repeats, saying it with more force as if that can rejog his memory. He squeezes Mark's shoulders. "He's a TA, remember? He said that someone needed you, and like, you had to leave?"

He sighs, watching Mark's face stay contently neutral, not recognizing the name at all. "That day I was in your office. When I wanted to argue for that total bullshit grade you gave me on our literary analyses? And you just left me hanging?" 

The memory registers in Mark's eyes, only at the mention of Haechan being something he'll keep track of. "Oh. What about him?" A small fire lights in him when he recognizes the emotion that fueled Haechan's actions moments prior; jealousy. It's honestly cute. "Were you checking to see if I talked to him?"

Haechan looks away, not wanting to admit it. "..."

"Aw, baby," Mark sits up in the chair, grabbing Haechan's hips to pull him closer. He pushes Haechan's face towards his so their noses are just centimeters apart. "You don't have to worry about that." 

Haechan's face burns scarlet red. "I'm not." 

"You're not," Mark cooes, smacking Haechan's ass and gripping it. "Because you know that the only hole I'll be in is yours, right? This dick is all yours, sweetheart."

The sudden motion makes Haechan reflexively lift his bottom up, sputtering at his blunt words and blushing even more. "I- just shut up."

Mark looks way too smug and delighted. "Don't worry, I like seeing you jealous." 

"I don't." Haechan retorts, deciding to get off Mark's lap, not wanting to look at his face anymore. He feels resistance on his ankles as he tries to pull his legs over and totally doesn't whine, "Mark, let go of me."

The older clicks his tongue. "And miss the chance of seeing you all red and flustered? I think not."

Haechan bristles and he uses all his force to get his ankle out of Mark's grip, trying not to fall over while standing on one leg. "Hyung-" 

To his surprise, Mark actually lets go and the extra strength sends him falling backwards but instead of meeting the carpeted floor, he feels Mark push him towards his bed just a couple of feet away. 

The two of them land on the soft mattress, still bare since Mark had to do laundry for his sheets earlier in the day. He's caged in, facing Mark directly as he hovers over him. 

His insides curl up in excitement at Mark's face only a few inches above him, and actively inching closer and closer. His necklace jostles and dangles over him, catching his attention briefly. 

Mark chuckles as he watches him, the vibrations from his deep voice reaching Haechan's heated skin. He lowers himself on to his forearms and uses a hand to caress Haechan's face. 

He whispers slowly, maintaining eye contact with Haechan the whole time. 

"Oh, you're all mine now, baby. I'm never letting you go."

- 

Haechan stands before the infamous room, his stomach in knots as he tries not to throw up. The silence around him is getting all the more louder, the shuffles of footsteps of strangers around them and the doors periodically closing and opening. 

Shit, he can't believe this is actually happening. 

Mark slides a hand around his waist and kisses the back of his neck. "Tell me how you're feeling, princess."

Haechan gives him a smile even though he's sure it's coming off as a grimace. "Feeling great."

Mark stares at him, clearly not fooled. "Haechan, if you don't feel comfortable doing this, then you don't have to. I'm not forcing you to do this at all." He scratches the back of his neck where his hair ends. "Say the words and we can head home right now, I promise."

He shakes his head. "No, no, I want to do this. It's just really nervewracking." Mark's still rubbing his skin gently. "Knowing that people are gonna watch this…"

"Hey, it won't be for anyone to see except for us," Mark drops his bag on the floor and holds the younger's face in his hands. "I'm not gonna do anything with it unless you want me to. I won't even record it if you don't want me to."

Haechan hesitates, the words he told Mark a couple weeks ago when they just started dating ringing in his head. He presses his forehead against Mark's and rests his hands on his chest. "Yeah but-"

Mark waits for him to continue. "But?"

"It does sound really hot." Haechan stutters, a little embarrassed. "It's my first time doing this so I won't really be that good. And it's for your account…"

Mark stifles a laugh, fondly shaking his head. He leans in to whisper into Haechan's ears. "Trust me, baby, I see what you can do and it's top tier porn star material."

Haechan flushes, his hands turning into fists, almost wanting to push the older away. "H-hey."

"It's just gonna be us in there." Mark gently reminds him. "I promise, you don't have to do anything or be anything that you don't already do. This is for us, remember? Not for anyone else. So you don't have to worry about a damn thing, I swear." 

The borderline vomiting feeling does go away thanks to Mark and he doesn't feel like he's going to puke all over the velvet floor of Mark's favorite gentlemen's club. Haechan steps back and he flips back his hood and nods determinedly. "Yeah- okay, I can do this."

Mark proudly squeezes his cheek, his eyes full of endearment. "Okay, good boy."

He reddens and watches Mark enter the pin number of his favorite room. Their visit was technically his suggestion ever since he agreed to be in Mark's videos that one day. He mentioned it once, while they were in the older's apartment and watching an old action film.

"Are we ever gonna do it?" Haechan mumbled, an eye almost closed with how he was laying on Mark's stomach and their legs being intertwined. Mark was busy being engrossed in the screen as he absentmindedly stroked Haechan's hair.

"Considering the fact that we did it a couple hours ago, I'd argue we do it often." Mark teased, slightly lifting his lower half up and making Haechan glare at him. "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying, the videos." Haechan clarified, raising himself to look at Mark. "When are we… when are we going to do them?"

Mark looked surprised but he went back to stroking Haechan's head, his thumb moving down to caress his ear, his voice low. "We can go whenever you're free."

And that day was the last one of the semester. The two of them managing to keep it under wraps wasn't too hard, as soon as Haechan got Mark to stop giving him bedroom eyes during class and lingering around him whenever he came close to his seat. They kept the office sex to a minimum even if a small part of him has been eager to do it, totally not in hopes a certain someone or TA would walk in. He spends most of his time at Mark's apartment since it's actually closer to campus and the professor always asks him to sleep over every time they see each other. It became a quaint routine; after he finishes dance practice, he comes over and does his homework while the other grades assignments in the living room. Mark is a pretty decent cook too, he learned, although his fridge full of take out from a busy life of being a professor inspired Haechan to start teaching him new recipes. After dinner, they wash up and end up fucking once or twice. Then they bathe again and Mark cuddles him to sleep. 

He barely visits his own home at this point, only on days where he needs to grab a change of clothes or something for practice. 

He also ended class with an A. Mark was tempted to give him a 99, even if that would've boosted his ego, he still wanted his grades to reflect his effort. He was happy with a 95 though.

Mark said something along the lines of him being a nerd to that. 

Haechan breathes out, seeing the dimly lit room, the one that Mark told him where he normally records his audios. He genuinely thought that he had a set up in a studio but Mark laughed at that, saying a professional setting seemed like overkill. Haechan didn't say anything about how having a designated room to get horny and jerk off in was also just as extravagant.

He steps forward, really observing every inch as he can. The purple velvet fabric covered all four walls of the room, the golden beads shining in the yellow light. Right in the middle of the room, sits a luxurious leathery ottoman, big enough for him to lay on. There's also a couch that spans a whole side of the room, lush with pillows and a rich-looking throw blanket thrown on it. Right next to it, is a table underneath a giant wall-to-wall golden framed mirror, having refreshments and what looks like condoms and lube. At the top, right where the ceiling meets the wall, hangs two big heavy speakers.

Mark turns to notice his look of bemusement and snorts. "They're for customers who want to listen."

"To music?"

Mark nods. "Music or…" He cocks his head towards the mirror. "Other people."

"They can do that?" Haechan blinks, surprised. 

Mark throws his bag onto the couch and directs Haechan closer to the side with the mirror, his hands on his shoulders. He hovers close to Haechan's back. "These mirrors can turn translucent, if a customer wants it to. There's another room on the other side in this hall so for the adventurous folks who come into this club, they can watch each other's…activities. The speakers add an extra touch of being a literal fly on the wall."

"That's-!" Haechan backs away from the table, bumping his back into Mark's chest. He really takes a good look at it, sizing it up.  "Holy fuck, really?"

"Yeah," Mark chuckles at his reaction. "It's amazing, huh? But don't worry. The switches are in the front lobby area where Jisung is and customers all have to let them know if they want to get access to both rooms."

"That's nice," Haechan dazedly comments, still a little in shock at the technology. "Consensual freakiness."

Mark hums. "Mhm." 

Haechan feels Mark's hands massage his shoulders briefly and then slides down his arms, leaving a path of goosebumps behind. He stiffens slightly, the mood noticeably dropping and he can feel his boyfriend breathing heavily against his neck. A sound of a camera beginning to record is loud in the silent room and Haechan readies himself, swallowing back.

Mark grinds against him and he can already feel the hard-on that's growing against the crevice of his ass. He sighs, turning to face him but Mark holds him still with a click of his tongue. Mark brings his hands forward so they're resting on the table in front of them and he slowly spreads his legs with his knee. 

Haechan lets himself get man-handled and stripped, feeling the cool air hit his legs as Mark pulls down his shorts. 

"Mm, you're heavenly." Mark mumbles, running his fingers along his leg. Haechan tries to snort at Mark's words but Mark interrupts him by licking his neck and bending him with force out of nowhere.

Hot wisps of anticipation eats at his limbs as Mark roughly rips his sweater off him and starts to plant kisses along the skin of his back. Haechan fists up his hands and he reflexively whimpers, feeling Mark's lips get lower and lower. 

Mark reaches his destination, breathing against his hole and he gives it a loving kiss. Haechan squeezes his eyes shut, feeling Mark's hand grip his thigh tightly as a nonverbal warning and a wet muscle slides inside of him. He feels his head against his skin tilt, trying to get a better angle as he goes to town.

"Nn!" A horrendous sound that Haechan knows is definitely being caught on camera escapes out of him as he feels Mark licking and sucking, only increasing in fervor the more Haechan tries to lift himself away. 

"Why are you moving away?" Mark makes a show of pouting, jutting his lips and sliding a tongue inside of him. It takes everything in the younger not to kick him away off, his legs feeling weak and like jello. He feels one of his legs get lifted and bent and stopping on a sturdy shoulder, Mark slurping louder with the new angled opening. 

He whines, at Mark to do something to make the agonizing pace of pleasure just tip over already. The professor only softly circles the outline of his puckered hole as an apology and spits into his already dripping hole. He closes his eyes, feeling wetness trail down his thighs and probably enough to on the floor. 

It doesn't take long for Haechan to shake uncontrollably, at his limits from being pushed and teased for just too long. His head flies back and his arms holding him up on the wooden table trembles from just how much Mark is straight up eating him. He could already imagine the sounds he let out unconsciously and probably the porn star level of effort Mark put into playing up the sounds. Fuck, this is embarrassing. 

He brings a hand to cover his mouth, to stop any more humiliating sounds escape but Mark tugs at his aching cock that's already leaking as a warning. 

"If you try to get yourself to not make sounds, I'm going to stop what I'm doing right now and leave you to it, Haechan ah." 

The sheer thought of Mark not finishing what he started has him stopping in his tracks and he falls onto the table, face first. Haechan shakily offers his bottom to Mark once more, as if pleading with him to keep on going. Mark hums, the sounds vibrating through his ass cheeks and he pulls away, much to Haechan's dismay. Not feeling the warmness of his hands, Haechan lifts himself off the table to turn around, mouth open ready to protest. 

Mark stepped backwards to unbuckle his belt and he reaches out, expecting something. Haechan breathes out, knowing what he's asking for but still shy and uncertain, he lets Mark meet him half way where he clasps the belt around his tan wrists. With his hands bound, Mark drags him over to the couch and raises them above his head, so he'd be laying defenseless to any of the older's whims. 

Mark slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, lowering himself onto the couch to look down at his boyfriend prettily waiting for him with baited breath. He leaves his slacks on, along with his watch and necklace, something that doesn't escape Haechan's attention, who squeezes his eyes shut out of exhileration that's running through his brain right now.

His eyes are dark and he trails the back of his hand over Haechan's damp cheeks, something he's made a point of doing every time they sleep together. Haechan never knew what it was for, Mark not ever fully answering when he would ask. 

His fingers then are inside of his hole, to test to see if he's ready, poking and rubbing along his rim, smearing their combined liquids together. Even though Haechan wants to retort that there's no likely way that they're not, he stays quiet, content to watch Mark do his thing, even if he's maintaining almost creepy eye-contact with him. The emotions behind those pupils look more heavy and loaded than what Haechan's used to, like a warning of something that he's never seen before.

Mark unzips and pushes his slacks down, just enough to release his cock out of the brown cotton, and even laying down, Haechan could see the red and angry state it's in. He silently swallows and he lets out a breath.

Without a verbal warning, he quickly pushes himself inside and starts at a quick pace. Haechan yelps out and as a reflex, tries to push himself off. But knowing what he'd do, Mark grabs his shoulders and slams himself in even more, not letting go of him and continuing to thrust deep and deeper. 

The delicious feeling of both pain and pleasure takes over his brain and body and he relaxes his body, letting Mark hit the bundle of nerves that he never has trouble finding. Each drive of his hips sends an electric jolt along his spine and makes him lose any comprehending thought in his head. Haechan loses himself in it, moaning that progressively gets louder each time their skin slaps together. 

"Ah- please, please don't stop-" He arches his back, hoping to meet Mark closer in his thrusts, to feel more of his cock buried inside of him. Mark groans, approval audible in his low voice.

"How do you feel so tight, fuck," Mark grunts, practically pistoning in and out. He mouths at Haechan's neck leaving love bites on his body, lulling him into a state of complete ecstasy. He's beginning to feel it again, the build up to his unravelling. Haechan's muscles tightens and with a faint cry of his name, he's basically begging for Mark to do it already.

His body already atuned with Haechan's, Mark pulls out for a brief moment to Haechan's surprise and murmurs into his ear. "You know, I've been wondering…" Each of his movements emphasize every one of his words, driving Haechan crazy with overstimulation. "Which one's prettier…that one picture of you in the pool from a few weeks ago or you coming untouched, just like this?"

Haechan begins to shake uncontrollably and before he even catches himself from really listening to what Mark just said to him, his cock cries pitifully, spurting out cum in ropes. 

Mark kisses him gently, opposed to how hard he thrusts for one last measure and he feels the familiar warmth of his spent inside of him again. He rocks Haechan through his climax, not saying a word and waiting for him to catch his breath.

And once Haechan finally opens his eyes, his chest heaving in and out, he finally asks; 

"You…you've seen my Instagram?"

Mark's chain dangles in front of his face as he looks down on Haechan, not saying a word. He only caresses his hair softly and flips their positions so now he's laying on Mark's naked chest. 

"Sleep. We'll talk about it later, love."

-

"How'd you know I always wanted to go here?!" Haechan exclaims, his hands still holding the blindfold that Mark instructed him to wear before they left the apartment. They're parked right outside a new pop-up shop of one of his favorite clothing brands. They're having a new drop and have been partnering with places around the country so people would have the chance to shop the collection in person. He hasn't spoke about it to Mark directly so it's definitely a surprise that the older even knew about it. 

Mark grins, satisfied at his reaction and turns off the car to shrug. "I always know you better than you think."

Haechan gives him a glare that's probably not so menacing since he's still smiling happily at the surprise and he rolls his eyes. "You probably stalked my likes, didn't you?" 

"Me?" Mark feigns surprise and he almost looks offended enough for Haechan to believe him. "How could you say such a thing?"

Even with the reveal that Mark's been stalking? keeping track? of him for more than he realized, he never did much to find out what the account actually was. Haechan probably should, with internet safety and boundaries and what not, but it turns out, he doesn't really care. He just carries on with his social media activity as normal and if Mark acts in a super coincidental way, showing up with new gifts or surprise dates that corresponds with his likes or posts on his stories…he'll just chalk it up to chance. And that Mark is such a good and attentive boyfriend. 

"You stalker," Haechan says with no bite and Mark only kisses his cheek and bites it playfully, leaving the driver's side of the car to open his. 

Watching the form of Mark walking around the vehicle, he loses himself in studying his infuriatingly hot boyfriend's profile, thinking of how things came to this point.

Over the past few months, Mark's been ceasing his activity as a NSFW creator and out of his own voilition, quit. And as he's been assuring Haechan numerous times and his fan base, it was simply not something he wanted to pursue anymore with other priorities in life. He did mourn his retirement (as did the other fans), but his sadness quickly disappeared when he realized Mark attached an audio recording along with his good bye post. 

A recording of what they did that one time in his private room of the club. 

He did agree to making the recording but he didn't know that Mark would basically launch him as the reason why he left. Mortified, Haechan did end up launching himself at his boyfriend with a fury of a thousand suns and numerous threats of violence and suffocation.  And after many cuddling sessions and promises of future favors, Mark sits him down to explain his reasoning.

"That shit just doesn't make me happy anymore, princess." He said, leaning his head on Haechan's shoulder as they both stare at the TV that's playing some type of sports game but on mute. "I know that you don't want me to quit for you but I'm leaving for us, you get what I'm saying?"

With his arms still crossed, Haechan turns a single eye to him and quietly asks, "Really?"

Laughing, Mark soothingly rubbed the skin that's showing through his oversized t-shirt, still decorated with bites and hickeys from their last sessions of sex. "Yes, really. You're much, much more important to me than any of that, baby."

After a long period of silence, with Haechan thinking and Mark making it very obvious he's still watching him dutifully, he finally relented. "I guess you're right…that I am more important than that." 

Mark nodded very hard in agreement. 

It also helps that the response wasn't as terrifying as he would have thought. Thankfully, Mark's followers did have a brain for the most part and congratulate him on the new relationship status and wishing him well in his personal life. He also threw away his phone when the comments asking for his @ starts to appear, much to Mark's amusement.

And if he specifically requests for Mark to recreate his favorite audios in the bedroom, then that's his business. 

Haechan can open his door himself but he lets Mark do it whenever he can, conceding to the looks he gets when he tries to do it seldomly. The thought of how it's probably an olden courting tactic that only his boyfriend would do, makes him giggle when Mark actually unlocks the door and gives him a hand in stepping out of his car. 

Mark looks at him with an eyebrow raised, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing!" Haechan smiles innocently and he slides his arm through Mark's and pulls them closer to the entrance of the pop-up store. "Let's go!"

There's already a sizable crowd inside, of people bustling around the shelves and racks scattered around the store. There's even photobooths and a table of what looks like small favors along the walls of the brightly-lit space. 

Haechan squeezes Mark's arm through his hoodie, in quiet thanks in taking him to the store and then makes his way over to some jeans that's beginning to pique his interest. 

Mark doesn't have an issue being a clothing rack for him, holding on to any clothing Haechan takes a liking to or accessories that makes his eyes sparkle in want. Even if Haechan tries to hold some of them, feeling a little bad that his boyfriend's only silently standing with him all this time, Mark clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

"Hyung, let me know if you get tired, okay? We can get going as soon as you want." Haechan pouts, eyeing Mark for any signs of him being bored or wanting to leave. He's looked at half the store at this point and he knows anyone else would probably be tired of standing around for him. "I'm probably spending too much already and actually, we can go get something to eat-"

"I told you I'm fine, Haechannie," Mark replies, pushing his glasses up his nose, which is kind of funny since he's still holding four pairs of jeans and two hoodies in his arms. "I wouldn't have bought you here if I didn't want you to shop to your heart's content. And relax, I'll be buying these, not you."

Haechan's cheeks redden at how fast his brain supplies the comment, sugar daddy. He quickly spins around to go back to his mindless flipping, not even registering what's in front of him. He goes so fast he doesn't register another hand also grabbing onto the same hanger he's going for and they both end up pulling on the shirt that's on it at the same time. 

"Oh my god, sorry, I didn't see you there-" An apology spills out immediately and he looks over to see a real familiar face who looks just as surprised to see him. 

"Jaemin..?" The name brings memories, ones of seeing a quiet person usually in many school events always holding a camera, and being in the credits of a good quarter of all their school's newsletters and newspapers. He also began to get closer with the younger boy, since he's been the sole photographer for all of the dance department's shows and even press photos. He could even call him a friend at one point, exchanging numbers and jokes. He feels Mark shuffle closer to his back, and he steps back too, to feel the cushion of the clothes in his boyfriend's arms.

Jaemin's pink in the face as well, probably at being recognized in public but also having an arm thrown around his shoulders. An arm that belongs to someone who's engrossed on his phone and turned away but just the profile looks familiar to Haechan too. Jaemin smiles, although awkwardly, in greeting. 

"Hey, Haechan."

The man who had his arm around Jaemin finally looks up and Haechan is finally able to put a name to his face. Lo and behold it was one of the university's weightlifters, which wouldn't have started the alarms that rang through Haechan's head. What does is the matching pair of earrings that Jaemin has on right now, their exact likeness being more clear now since they're right next to each other.

Mark's the first to speak and his words turns Jeno's quiet shocked expression into him dropping his jaw. 

"Well I'll be….samoyedjn, is that you?"

Jeno stands up straight and although his body language looks protective, he squints at Mark. "...LeeMH?" 

Haechan turns around to see Mark tilting his head in affirmation. 

Jeno turns his gaze to Haechan who's busy staring at Jaemin refusing to look at him straight in the eye. "And…this must be your new boyfriend, huh? The very one that got you to quit?" 

Mark nods proudly, and Haechan has half the mind to smack him with the clothing hanger next to him for bringing it up again. 

Jaemin finally turns his head and he looks less closed off, his eyes swimming with questions. A teasing smile appears on his face and it looks like he's about to fire off a bunch already. "You…"

Both Jeno and Mark turn towards them and Haechan flies over to cover Jaemin's mouth with his hands and quietly whispers, "Just DM or text me or find me at school alone, please don't ask me anything in front of these idiots." 

Jaemin nods, grinning like a cat.

Jeno laughs, his trademark smile that's no stranger to their school social media accounts, turning his eyes into crescents. "Damn, I'm an idiot too?"

Mark's smiling too, probably pleased that he's found a close friend in person. He offers a hand to Jeno who takes it with the confidence that he displays in his competitions. "We really gotta meet up and talk then, Jeno-ssi."

Slightly stunned at the invitation, Jeno looks back at Jaemin first who whispers something in his ear, "Yeah, totally…professor." The two of them share a grin, like they're about to dish out more things about this later with one another. He sends a teasing look over to Haechan who stiffens, not totally unaware of what kinds of things that's flying in the athlete's head right now. The fear is beginning to settle in fast. 

The other couple moves first to look around the store more, and Jeno claps Mark on the shoulder, a silent promise to not ever let this interaction go.

Haechan brings himself to look at Mark who's watching them settle around the table of gifts and freebies. Jeno's still wrapped around Jaemin and he's also pointing at some interesting looking shirts with cut outs along the sleeves on a rack across the store. 

"Well. That was interesting." Mark comments nonchalantly. He turns back to the shirt that Haechan was looking at initially and says. "Huh, that shirt does look nice, you still want it?"

Haechan who's still frozen, finally snaps out of it and he looks around frantically, hiding himself by stepping closer to Mark. "I- how can you be talking about clothes right now?"

"What?" Mark blinks. "But the brand-"

"I don't care about that right now," Haechan hisses, covering his face with both his hands. "I- if Jaemin's here then, that means other students could be here too-" 

Mark actually lifts his head to look around and scans the people walking around. "I don't see anyone-"

Haechan shuts him up with a glare and drags Mark to the register, itching to race out of the store and in the safety of Mark's car, his apartment, where no one could put two and two together and spot him with his ex-professor. He doesn't even flinch and protest at the price that comes up on the screen like he usually does, too busy sneaking glances around them as if he could spot any friends or students that would come out of thin air somehow. When Mark slides his hand in his and smiles, saying that everything's taken care of, he speed walks over to the car and hides in the passenger seat. Mark infuriatingly takes his time with loading the car with the shopping bags and turning on the vehicle, sliding behind the wheel with ease and calmness. 

"Please hurry up, hyung." He whines. Mark only pats his thigh to calm him down and replies that it's important to savor their time together. 

He also spends a long time in choosing the playlist for the ride, asking Haechan for his opinion on each of them. It takes Haechan muttering that he's fine with anything for the nth time for him to snap, leaning over the car console and grabbing Mark's shirt collar to make them reach eye level. 

"Mark hyung, if you hurry up and get us home in 15 minutes, I swear to god, I will wear the lingerie set you've been eyeing secretly that you think I don't know about and I'll let you do whatever you want to me in it."

The sereneness on Mark's face fades and he swallows, a glint appearing in his eyes. He rakes his eyes over Haechan's body, with an intensity hard enough to have Haechan vibrating in his seat. "Anything?"

Haechan slowly nods, currently trying to ready his body for what's about to come and that's all it takes for Mark to slam his foot on the pedal. 

The apartment's normally 25 minutes away counting traffic.

Mark makes it back home in 17.