Cos I Met You At My Favourite Store: Prologue

cos i met you at my favourite store: Prologue

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: a full story fic, lots of disgusting, tooth rotting, fluff! college au, set in the west, mark is a music major not suitable for minors

Prologue

16:24 pm | A book store

"Visual Methodologies... Visual Metho.. Visu..." You lowly chanted to yourself in the Fine Art section, as you searched for a book on visual methodologies. With deadlines approaching, you needed to get this essay done before the Christmas break. You slipped your beanie off in frustration and stood there for a second, taking in a deep breath and recollecting your thoughts. You have always been an over thinker, a natural worrier. This fuelled a lot of your hardships but it made your focus really good. Which meant, you would never leave the store without this book, because that was your mission today.

Your eyes continued scanning the shelves in front of you as you sipped your iced caramel macchiato. Yes. Even in the winter, you refused to drink hot coffee. Something about coffee being cold that does the job for you, as opposed to hot. "Oh SHIT!" You exclaimed, a little too loud, gaining some eyes on you. It was right there. Big red book, staring right at you. You took a breath of relief, as you went on your tippy toes, trying to grab it. Unable to reach, you felt a little embarrassed as your cheeks started to feel warm.

Although, everyone went back to minding their own business. You felt a pair of eyes still on you from the side. You noticed a boy trying to hold back his smirk as he cleared his throat, bringing his closed fist to his mouth. 'He's laughing at me.' You think to yourself, before shooting him a death stare.

"Uh do you need some help?" He asked turning to you as he rubbed the back of his neck, shyly. You can't help but get distracted from the mission by his big brown eyes.

"Yeah, actually, if that's okay.." You stepped aside to let him get between you and the shelf, reaching for the big red book.

"Is this the one you after?" He gestured to pick it up for your approval and you gave him a nod.

"Thank you so much, honestly. That's one thing off my list." You gave him a smile and took the book from his hands. You thought you must be going crazy or maybe it was caffeine. But you swore, as your hands touched, ever so lightly, you felt something in your stomach. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep you from smiling and looked to the floor, now visibly shy.

"So.. visual art huh?" He made conversation. Moving back to his original spot. "Yeah, I'm an art major.. I'm paying the school to draw" You joked, deflecting your insecurities about the path you have chosen.

"No dude that's great, I'm doing music, so I guess we're in the same boat." You both laughed until the laughter died down. Leaving only the silence, and the thick air of attraction between you both. The boy smiled, slowly swinging backwards and forwards on his heels and toes. You eagerly looked at him, waiting for him to ask for your name, number or something!

"Hey so I-" Before he could finish his sentence, your phone rang.

"Nessie! I'm outside, we have 5 minutes to make it to this evening class. LETS GO!" Your best friend, Aliyah on the line rushed you as she waited outside.

"Oh shit, I.. I've got to go..sorry.. urm.. thank you so much. so nice to meet you" You quickly paid for your book and ran out the store, leaving the boy speechless, with a wave.

Fuck what was that?

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Chapter 1 next week!

THE BLOTTER PAPER : ?! #JAEHYUN

I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch…

A/N: We are almost there!! I know y’all are SICK of me and these late updates but I really have a lot going on in my daily life. Hmmm let’s see. I’m going through a career change and I am newly single. I am fine. The sex wasn't that spectacular, I was going to dump him as soon as summer began. And he didn’t like NCT so it was never going to work, I fear. 

Chapter 7 

“Call me back right now.” Mela said into her phone as she reached Jaehyun’s voicemail for the third time. He had slipped out early before she rose and had not returned any phone calls.

She saw the news. She saw everything. She knew. This is what had Jaehyun shaken up the night prior. Joo was dead. He had been murdered.

Who could do such a thing? And more importantly, why him?

A wave of terror had rolled through Mela as she watched the anchor speak about details of the crime. He wasn’t at the party because he was probably already dead.

Mela rested her cheek on her as she thought about the events that might have taken place. Did he perhaps work late or head back to the office because he had forgotten something?

Mela’s phone rang loudly, interrupting her thoughts.

“Be ready and downstairs in 10 minutes.” Jaehyun’s voice greeted her.

“I- I need more time”  She replied.

“Well you’re not going to get it. Now is not the time, Mela.” He said before hanging up.

Mela walked to the bathroom and looked at her disheveled appearance. Jaehyun was right. It really wasn’t the best time for anything.

After gathering all her things and a failed attempt at a bun, Mela went downstairs and Jaehyun was already in the lobby, waiting.

He kissed his lover on the forehead and grabbed the bags from her hands.

“We need to hurry, before the reporters get here.” He said as he opened the passenger door for Mela and then the back door to stuff the bags.

Mela quickly got in and he closed both doors and half jogged to his side and got in. He sat in his seat and stopped for a second, with his hands both on the wheels.

“I apologize.” Jaehyun said as he started the car.

Mela looked at him and said nothing. She was certain he would add more to his statement.

“I didn’t want you to find out that way. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”  He took a route that looked unfamiliar to Mela.

“Um. Where are we going?” She asked him as Boyz II Men played in the background.

“We can’t stay at a place that is known.” Jaehyun calmly responded.

“I have a new spot for us. Share the location with no one.”

“Copy.” Mela said in a soft voice.

-

A few miles away, Johnny was in a room at the precinct.

“Where were you between the times of 5:00pm and 11:30pm?” An officer asked Johnny as he sat in the chair in the middle of the cold, dark room.

“I was at home, getting ready…Then I was at the party.” Johnny laid back in the chair, unfazed.

“According to our investigation, you left the party a bit early. CCTV footage shows you leaving the venue before the rest of the guests. Can you tell us where you went?” The officer finally sat in front of him.

“Yes. I went home.”

“Do you have any way of verifying that?”

“No.”

“Well then-” The officer started.

“But I have something that I think you are going to want to see.” Johnny said confidently.

“And what would that be?” The officer replied.

“The footage for the building was tampered with. Between the times of 10:00pm and 10:27pm. Don’t you want to know what actually happened between those times? I’m not surprised no one from your team caught it. The police has always been useless.” Johnny shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Go have someone less incompetent review the CCTV footage. You’ll see what I’m talking about. And since you don’t have enough evidence to charge me, how about you let me go home?” Johnny said with a smirk.

The officer sighed and motioned for his men to remove the handcuffs binding Johnny’s wrists.

“Keep in touch.” Johnny said as he walked out of the interrogation room.

-

“This is…. different.” Mela said as they stepped into the new space.

“It’s my parents’ first retreat home ever built. No one but family knows about it.” Jaehyun said as he pressed a button on his phone and all the lights turned on at once.

“It feels like it was made to be a home.” Mela said in a quiet voice.

“Well…it’s where I spent a large portion of my time as a child. My mother and father used to bring me here to get away from the loud city. Sometimes we would spend weeks here and my dad would just work from his office.” Jaehyun said as he ruffled his hair.

“It’s a shame that it took a tragedy for you to bring me here.” Mela sniffed.

Jaehyun cupped Mela’s cheeks and kissed her softly.

“It’s tradition to come here as a family, Mela. Think about what that means, please.” He said before dragging some luggage to the next room.

Not fully comprehending his statement, Mela followed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…This is where I was going to bring you after we had our first baby..” Jaehyun stopped in his tracks.

“Come back to reality, bozo. I am not pregnant and I don’t want to be pregnant for a very long time!” Mela exclaimed, putting her hands up.

“I could easily change that, if you let me.” Jaehyun was now in front of Mela.

Not knowing how to react, Mela took a step back and cleared her throat.

“We will not have sex tonight.” She said quietly.

“That’s okay. Just let Daddy rub your butt…It’ll do for now.” Jaehyun chuckled as he grabbed a handful of flesh.

“You are so inappropriate.”

“You love it.” Jaehyun hummed.

“Sometimes.” Mela said with a kiss.

“You’re the worst liar.” Mela felt Jaehyun’s smile through the next kiss.

He then broke the kiss and slid his hands around to intertwine his fingers with Mela’s.

“Please put up with me. I don’t know how long we will be here. But we really have to lay low for the time being. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

Mela nodded. “I understand.” She said calmly.

She heard her phone ping in the living room before she could continue.

“I’ll be back.” She told Jaehyun.

He hesitated and frowned a bit, but he eventually let go and started to unpack.

You should’ve never said yes to him.

It was an unknown number.

Who is this?  Mela responded.

She got a reply almost instantly.

You won’t live long enough to find out.

Mela quietly gasped.  Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Hey, you’re taking a while. Is everything okay?” Jaehyun was now in the living room with Mela, as she stood with the phone still in her hand.

He rushed over and looked at her phone screen.

“Who the hell is this?”  He said with an incredulous look on his face.

“Jae, I don’t know.”

Jaehyun shook his head and stepped away, barely moving nothing more than a few inches.

“No, no, no.” He started to say.

“Jae, I really don’t think it’s that serious.” Mela sighed.

“Mels, you don’t understand…” Jaehyun replied, still in a state of shock. “If this person is involved with Joo’s murder…He wasn’t the target. You are.”

He said nothing after and seemed to zone out.

Mela watched Jaehyun as a new aura entered the atmosphere.

“Jaehyun.” She started as she grabbed his chin and turned his head so the couple made direct eye contact. “Why would I be the target? What are you not telling me?”

Jaehyun averted his gaze for a split second and took a deep breath.

“Things would be better for you….and us, if you continued to not know.” He said in a voice so quiet it was essentially a whisper.

“Oh, that’s not-” Mela started to protest but Jaehyun interjected.

“Carmella, please. I need you to trust me on this.” Jaehyun pleaded as worry lines appeared on his forehead. She then let go of his chin and nodded, admitting defeat.

“Thank you. Let’s finish unpacking and then I can make us something to eat. There’s no help here, so please be easy on me.” Jaehyun started walking back to the bedroom.

“Jae?” Mela said.

“Hmm?” He stopped and looked back at Mela.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying. In your own way or whatever.” She said nonchalantly.

Jaehyun slightly smirked and a dimple appeared on his cheek.

“Come show me how sorry you are and maybe I'll forgive you. Brat.”

Chapter 1

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