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Take Me Out Of This Club

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Lessen The Lesson

Mark sat quietly staring at the card in his hand. The name Jackson Wang written in a big, bold, black calligraphic font on the top left corner, seemed to be screaming at him.

He had been surprised to see the alpha as he was exiting the club, but the smile Jackson had gave him warmed him to the core. Luckily, Jinyoung was not with him, choosing to stay at the bank for a little more.

He had come back into the club to see if Youngjae needed help with anything, but as soon as he reached the top of the single staircase, he had looked up to meet Jackson's eyes as he was closing the door of Youngjae's office. Mark knew that his cheeks had turned a crimson shade as he locked gazes with the alpha, but before he could shake himself, Jackson had strolled up to him and hugged him close. Instead of deepening, he had unconsciously sighed contentedly. Without realizing it, he had relaxed into the embrace. The scent of Jackson had brought a welcomed comfort that Mark had never in his life felt before that moment. Then just as abruptly, Jackson pulled back and took his wallet out. Pulling out the card, he placed in Mark's hand, before he winked and said, "I'll see you tonight," and walked away.

Stunned, Mark stood rooted to the floor as he gaped at Jackson's retreating form walking down the steps and out of sight. The bounce in his step showed the apparent excitement he felt.

What's tonight? Why tonight?

Our alpha has a surprise for us! his wolf replied in excitement.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Yien!

Don't lie to yourself. I know you're excited.

Shut up!

Mark then realized belatedly that he was sitting on the very same couch he kissed Jackson on. Blushing deeply again, he leapt up from it from the couch and walked towards the door, stuffing the card into the back pocket of his ripped jeans. How did I end up here anyways? What was supposed to do? Aah, Youngjae! He needed help with something. What was it?

Just as he reached for the doorknob, the knob turned slowly and door was thrown swung open, but Mark was nothing if not quick. This time, he dodged the door before it could hit him square in the face, then swiveled out of the way of the mountain of boxes piled in the newcomer's arms that threatened to fall on him. "Yah! Watch where you're going with those boxes!"

The shocked face that poked around the boxes was not one he had expected. Yugyeom squatted down slowly and placed the boxes in the middle of the room before turning to the older. For a second, he studied Mark before scrunching his nose cutely, and giggled.

Before Mark could ask the alpha what was funny, Bambam chose that moment to walk into the room, "Ugh, thank you, Yugyeomie. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along when you did!" he says, putting a hand on the alpha's shoulder before turning to him. "Oh, Hyung! There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

"I've been in here," noting the blush that dusts across the alpha's features.

"Oh, I thought you had left with Jackson-hyung."

"Why would I leave with him??" Hyung?? When did Bambam start calling Jackson 'hyung?'

Bambam simply shrugged, a clear indication that he too did not know why his thoughts had wandered down that path. "I just assumed..." trailing off.

"Assumed what exactly?"

"Well, I had caught a glimpse of your little reunion out in the hall earlier, so I assume you had left with him when he left."

"Why would you assume that?" Mark questioned the younger, a cocked eyebrow reaching further and further up his hairline with every surprised question.

"I don't know," the younger says shrugging again, before turning to Yugyeom. "I have some more boxes to bring in. Would you mind helping me?"

"No, not at all," the butterscotch haired alpha replied.

"Great!" and with that Bambam walks out the room with the same air of grace as when he walked in.

Mark stares after Bambam in amazement before turning to look at the alpha, who is smirking right back at him, eyes studious. "You smell like Jackson-hyung," he practically squeals before running out the room as fast as his long legs can carry him.

For the third time that day, Mark found himself gaping at someone's retreating form. Sputtering, he pinches the collar of his shirt and lifts it to his nose.

The fresh scent of neroli fills his nostrils and then he realizes why Jackson had hugged him. Our white hot anger starts to fill him to the brim. "That sneaky cock hungry sack of shit guttering whore!" Mark screeched at the top of his lungs.