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Something sparks aglow in Mark’s soul as he eyes this meticulously crafted figure raise himself from his squeaky-clean motorcycle and brush specs of dirt from his clothing with a specific amount of suave only a select few of the human population possess. As he removes his helmet and reveals a head of rich, ink-black hair, The Something glows brighter and fervent and travels toward each corner of Mark’s being, painting him bright blue with astonishment and an even brighter blue with captivation—desire.
He seats himself in the upper right corner of the lecture hall, eyebrow piercing glinting within the sea of humans; a remarkable quality this man wields—unwittingly, most likely. Even enclosed by handfuls of individuals, Mark only sees him.
The Something gleams brighter and hotter and morphs itself into white as Mark licks into his mouth in the corner of a bar. His hands are strong—firm; he uses one to tilt Mark’s chin upward, hints of assertiveness hidden in the nooks and crannies of the action, as the other draws perfect circles on the small of his back. His full, flushed lips make their way to Mark’s jaw with ease as if it’s something he’s choreographed beforehand. Jaemin, the man murmurs, followed by a pant. It’s astounding how fantastic of a kisser he is and even more astounding how each soft graze of his teeth drags the most obnoxious noises out of Mark’s throat into the air.
Within each glimpse Mark catches of Jaemin’s empyrean features The Something grows brighter than it was before. His shoulders are lean and broad along with a phenomenal pair of forearms; his Adam’s apple and collarbones are defined—sharpened—and brim of splendour and magnificence; his eyebrows appear to be cultivated with a sense of wariness and alarum as his eyes hold mini eyebags that somehow don’t make him look tired in the slightest bit—even while encased between the walls of Mark’s insides, Jaemin still remains pristine, oozing of poise and charm. It’s strange how the oozing never ceases and how impeccable he remains in the midst of it.
Jaemin tastes of sublimity and cologne and strawberries and chocolate. Mark fancies the aftertaste.