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"hmpㅡw-what are you doing yanjun?!" zhangjing yell-whispers as he tries to break free from yanjun's grasp on his wrist while also trying to push himself up and away from the cold wall of the washroom that yanjun dragged him into.
but instead of letting go, yanjun closed the gap between them by ducking low to kiss on the elder's neck. zhangjing gasp and tried to push the younger away to no avail. yanjun was staller, strongerㅡand the feeling of his lips, his mouth sucking onto his skin with his tongue flicking to soothe the pain is too dominating to deny. yanjun did the process only once, only a brief moment yet it made zhangjing's heart race and his breathing hitch.
just how much could yanjun make him feel things.
zhangjing's hand soon fisted on his shirt, asking for support, "n-not here. please," his fighting reflex leaving him completely.
only then did yanjun stop.
if zhangjing was a red-faced mess, yanjun was a shiveled-haired tall domination. their eyes met and zhangjing knew that if they weren't in a public washroom, yanjun could've taken it further; zhangjing wasn't sure he would want to stop the younger.
zhangjing opened his mouth to say something but the little noise of the washroom's door unlocking was their cue to get off each other and fix themselves. thankfully, yanjun knew propriety when they're in a country where sexuality discrimination is still widespread
it took few more minutes for zhangjing to fix himself on the mirror. he took his time on comforting his own reflection while yanjun stayed beside him and pretended to wash his hands. the younger was a good few feet away from zhangjing but he could still make the elder nervous.
zhangjing took deep breaths to steady himself and not think of yanjun's ministration which almost put them as the hottest issue on weibo if they were caught.
when zhangjing was about to abandon the mirror, he noticed the deep red mark on his neck, as he turned to his side. shit, he thought, of course after taking his time on his skin, there'd be a mark. why has he not thought about it? then his mind flew to the guy who entered the washroom earlier.
"don't worry, he did not see it, not did he care that we're here," yanjun answered his unsaid question, "he does not seem to know us,"
fortunately, it's only the two of them again, alone in the washroom. the guy who entered earlier just came in to look and check himself on the mirror and then gone.
zhangjing turned to yanjun to ask him what the hell was he thinking?! but before he could even utter a single word, yanjun has invaded his personal space again.
taking his chin to his hand, yanjun made zhangjign look at him and said, "that..." he glances at the mark, before staring back at the elder again, "is for everyone to know that you're mine."
zhangjing's jaw literally dropped, "Are you out of your mind?! we'll be on public!"
yanjun tilted his head, "no. don't worry only our members would see it. no one would come closer to you than our members," he lets go of zhangjing and faces the mirror, through it, he watches in fascination the small work of art he just made on the elder's skin.
zhangjing still could not fathom why yanjun is suddenly like this. one second he's sweet and funny, the next he's being serious and slightly scary.
zhangjing opened his mouth to argue, tell the younger that nothing is amusing at all, that he is being immature againㅡbut then yanjun is back at facing him, a hand pulling zhangjing's waist so he'd he closer to the younger.
once again, yanjun stares at the mark he just made, "Jing-ge, never ever let anyone drink on your tumbler again, yes?" he gives the elder a sweet small kiss on the forehead before leaving ad getting back to their group outside.
zhangjing's jaw dropped.
THAT. IS. ALL. HIS. FUCKING. REASON?!
back at the crowd outside with their group, zhangjing could feel the awkwardness as members try to approach him but then go back and retract their steps away from him when they get a full view of the deep red mark apparent on his skin.
once, ziyi went up to him flinging an arm to put on the smaller's shoulder but he immediately took his arm back when his eyes landed on the hickey on zhangjing's neck. xukun was playing around with the members, he had his hand on zhangjing's back comfortably sitting there but when his eyes spotted the same red mark ziyi saw, he simply whistled, winked at yanjun and went off to bug zhengting instead.
slowly, everytime each member get their hands off zhangjing after seeing the mark made by yanjun, the eldest's face started to get painted with red.
meanwhile, at the background, yanjun is amused.