"Aigoo, you're really a celebrity now, aren't you?!" Mina says the minute I step into our office.
"A-aniya!" [No!]
"Look at you? You wore a dress today because your music video came out, right?" She asks with a shit eating grin while eyeing my new skater dress suspiciously. She's not wrong, but I'm not about to admit to that.
"Aniya, [No,] I just haven't done my laundry yet so I don't have much clothes to wear." I lie, knowing full well that my other workmates don't have any idea that my wardrobe is literally the size of a room. Mina laughs in response, having seen my apartment and my dressing room. I glare at her as I take my seat.
"Yah, Sarang-ah, when are you going to invite us to your gigs?" Says Jenny who's been sitting beside one of the producers with an amused look on her face. Apparently, everyone at JYP knows that I DJ during weekends and some of them even show up at Callabooze from time to time to see me play. Fans are also coming in, hoping to see their favorite idols because Jackson and Mark got spotted three weeks ago. They dropped by to see how I was doing after a long music video shoot that ended past 5PM and had me rushing to my gig that night in full make up.
"You can always go, it's just in Hongdae." I answer, hoping Jenny won't ask me how I got the gig. "The name of the club is Callabooze, it's pretty easy to find."
"Okay," Mina exclaims, clapping her hands. "Jenny and I are going this Saturday night, who's coming with us?" A few hands shoot up in the air, making me giggle in disbelief.
"Yeoreobun, [Everyone,] drinks are on me when you come visit me this weekend, arachi? [Understand?]" I explain that I have a huge employee discount so in celebration of our new song, I'll treat them to a bottle of vodka. The group cheers and chatters in anticipation as I return to editing and sorting clips for GOT2Day. I smile when I see Mark's face frozen on my screen. Whatever luck this is that's keeping my work life and love life (or sex life, more like) busier than usual, I hope I never run out of it.
The day goes by slowly with colleagues congratulating me on the release of our music video. I get calls from abroad telling me they've heard my song, trainees bowing towards me with a wide smile, and even artists like Jae from Day6 and Mina from Twice telling me they enjoyed listening to the song I wrote with Amber. It's almost past 6PM now and I'm hoping the fans have left the building so I can go home in peace in a few more hours. Kang Mina taps me on the shoulder telling me she's leaving and reminds me to keep my promise of buying everyone drinks this weekend. My phone suddenly vibrates just as I'm waving her goodbye.
Mark: Baby where are you?
Love: Here at the office.
Mark: At your desk?
Love: Yes, why?
They're probably just a few floors beneath me. BamBam's been whining in our group chat since this morning about how he's too tired to practice. This GOT7 comeback is proving to be very difficult, what with a more complicated choreography and self-written songs in the upcoming album. The team is going through a lot of changes in terms of marketing, which means I also need to do a lot of graphic adjustments for the videos we're about to release. What could Mark want from me at this hour?
Mark: Meet me at B1 in 5 minutes.
Love: OK, but why?
Mark: I want to show you something.
I've never been to the basement levels so I'm hesitant to meet up with Mark. But since it's already late and I do need to stop working, I decide it won't do much harm to explore the building with him. Anyway, I have only been here for almost a year and he has been walking these halls for over six years now. I shut my computer down, take my bag, and head over to the elevators.
Love: I'm on my way.
Mark: Good. See you, baby!
A part of me thinks it's too dangerous to be with Mark at work, especially with all the eyes and cameras around us. But the basement rarely gets visited. I have heard the bathrooms are haunted and the old dance studio is too small now for JYP's growing idol groups. Yugyeom seems to be a frequent visitor though because he likes practicing alone. Maybe Yugyeom is coming along?
Ding!
The elevator doors open to a very narrow hallway, the semi-darkness enveloping me so suddenly. Like a spotlight, the only light shines upon Mark who's leaning against the white wall in front of the elevator, his eyes fixed on his phone. I step out and look around. There is absolutely no one on this floor but us. Instinctively, I look up to find a red blinking light attached to the ceiling, a sign of life from other floors. Am I even allowed to be here?
He's smiling at me as he lifts his head up and when our eyes meet I could almost hear myself gasping. I know that look. I know that look all too well by now. "Hey," He says, getting off the wall to greet me. I smile at him as his eyes travel downwards, checking me out from head to foot. He licks his lips slowly as he walks towards me.
"So what do you want to show me?" I ask, voice growing quiet by the minute. He takes my hand and pulls me to his side.
"The old practice room. I don't think you've been there yet." He looks at me again, this time with a playful smile as he reaches to punch a code on the keypad beside a glass door. There's another narrow hallway behind it that seems to lead nowhere. My heart starts racing as we step in because I'm realizing more and more that we might be getting ourselves into trouble. Mark opens another door, a white one with a small glass pane and JYP's signature blue and gray dots stuck in front. The word 'Dance' floats on top of the circles ominously. The silence around us is so thick, yet strangely familiar. It feels just like all the nooks and crannies of the building.
All the lights are off except for the ones installed along the black walls under the JYPE logo, the bright LED bulbs looking a lot like stars in the dark sky. I see our reflection on the towering mirrors of the studio and I realize just how tall Mark is compared to me. I smile as I take in the sight of us, holding hands in the dark room he's been spending his nights and days in. He's looking down at me, watching me intently as my eyes scan my surroundings.
I let go of his hand and walk around, looking at the equipment, the handwriting on the small white board, the items of clothing and face towels littered on the floor. The place smells of polished pine wood and lavender. Oh, wait...
"I'll show you a secret, but you need to be quiet, okay?" Mark whispers in my ear. I can feel his warmth from behind me, the smell of his lavender-scented clothes clinging to my senses. I gently nod and he leads me to the back of the room separated from the dance area by a water dispenser and a bigger whiteboard with wheels. Behind it are white walls hidden by thick black curtains and an organized mess of chairs and tables and clothing racks. Mark takes me to the corner of the room and gropes the wall behind the curtain for something.
"What are you do—" I'm interrupted by the slight squeaking and the sly smile spreading across his face as he turns to me. He goes into the hidden room, pulls me with him, and shuts the door in one swift movement. "Mark!"
"Shhh!" He says, grabbing me in the dark and pinning me against a wall. He reaches for a light switch and a hazy yellow light comes on, illuminating his beautiful face. I strain to look around and find myself in a small dressing room that's bare save for a concrete ledge connected to the wall on my left and a full-length mirror to my right. "I missed you today," Mark says before kissing my lips forcefully.
I'm so caught up in his scent, the feel of his hand on my face, his lips crashing against mine, that it takes a full minute for me to react. "Mark, what are we doing?"
"Uh... We're making out?" He says, as if pointing out the obvious would help.
"I know that," I answer, rolling my eyes at him. "But we're still at work, what if someone catches us?" I ask, breathless and nervous as he pulls me towards him, his hands wrapping around my waist.
"Well if you stay quiet then no one would find us..." He kisses me again, this time harder and needier. He lets his right hand roam my backside, cupping my ass roughly to show me just how much he wants me.
"Baby, please..." I say, breathing in between kisses while I'm trying to pull away. "We can do this at home, let's go."
"No, we'll make it quick. I can't come over tonight, JB and I are working on something..."
"Mark..."
"Please?" His puppy dog eyes are back and they're killing me a little inside. He takes my hand and presses it to his crotch and my eyes go wide upon knowing that he's already hard through his jeans. "I need help, I'm writing lyrics and I can't keep you off my mind."
I bite my lip while palming him, my sanity and reasoning finally leaving my body when he starts kissing me again. Is he writing a song about me? A breathy moan escapes me as his kisses leave my mouth to make trail from behind my ear down my neck. "Is that a yes?" He asks, his lips ghosting around my sensitive skin. I nod weakly in response. He knows exactly where to target me and it's getting a bit scary, albeit hot.
I pull on his belt buckle, willing it to just come off so we can get this—whatever this is—over with. He smirks as he works on his belt and his fly in swift succession. Then he puts a hand on my shoulder to push me down on my knees and I oblige, hoping no one would find us in this position. I feel his fingers running through my hair as I take him in between my lips, my hands resting on his hips. He takes a sharp breath when he hits the back of my throat and lets out a low, growling exhale when I finally release him. "Oh, baby that feels amazing." He whispers as I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I look up to find him staring in the mirror, eyes looking sharp as he watches me bob my head for him. "You look so hot, baby," He bites his lower lip deliciously and I give his dick an appreciative lick before smacking my lips together.
He smiles wickedly and pulls me upward by the hand, guides me to one side of the dressing room and sits me on the ledge. My dress rides up, revealing more of my legs as we kiss. His hand slides down from my breasts to my thighs and in between them, his fingers lingering on the outside of my underwear. I open my legs more for him, sighing in surrender. "You're already wet for me..." Mark says, playing with my clit through the thin fabric. He starts pumping his cock with his other hand and pushes my panties aside with the other. Eyes fiery with hot desire, he aligns himself against my slit and enters me.
It feels different now that he isn't wearing a condom, his cock flush inside my pussy. I'm patting myself on the back silently for suggesting we both get protection. The pills were for extra precaution, but I didn't know I'd need them for unexpected trysts at work. "Oh my god, baby..." I whimper softly, fingers marking his skin. He kisses me hard to muffle the sound as he buries himself to the hilt. The feeling of fullness and tightness makes us both pant in pleasure. It might be because of the new sensations, the fact that we might get caught any second, or the heat inside this small cramped space, that I'm feeling as if we're being set on fire.
We kiss again, now more passionate than ever, tongues lapping up against each other as he pistons in and out of me. His hands travel to my thighs and he angles them upwards, pulling them apart, making me open up to him some more. He rarely closes his eyes because he wants to see my face as I come, but as we both tiptoe around our orgasms his eyelids finally fall shut. He drives his cock harder into my sopping heat and I had to bite my lip so as not to scream. Mark buries is face in the crook of my neck, the intense pleasure driving both of us to the edge.
"Baby, I'm coming..." I whisper, not wanting him to stop.
"Me too..." He breathes right into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, I need to come inside you, baby. Can I?"
"Do it," I say, gripping his shoulders. "Fuck, yes..." He comes at my bidding, his hot seed gushing into me, sending me into a frenzy of silent gasps and pants. I come right after him, moaning loudly. Mark immediately shuts me up again with a kiss, hugging me tightly as I climb down from my high. We trade kisses and giggles as we pull ourselves away from each other. I smooth my dress, pick up my discarded bag from the floor, wipe the sweat off my forehead, and let Mark lead me out.
We get past the glass door again and Mark pushes the elevator button silently. We don't talk much. That's just how we are after sex. We just spoon or cuddle and whisper trivial things until we fall asleep. But with the CCTV cameras all around us, we can't really let ourselves get closer, so we settle for uneasy silence while we try to collect our wits together. I check my watch, it's almost 9PM.
The elevator doors open to reveal Jackson, who's as surprised as we are. "Oh—Hey! Mark, what are you doing here, I thought to you were at the studio?!" He asks, stepping out of the elevator. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"I was going. But we bumped into each other on the way so I decided to tour her around." I realize then how efficient of a liar Mark is. I could not, for the life of me, make up a story as good as that in a short amount of time.
"Oh okay... I think I left my shirt here somewhere, I just wanted to check." I can hear the slight curiosity in Jackson's voice, but if he is in any way suspicious he didn't show it. He smiles warmly at me, and I feel all the more uneasy. "Love, are you playing again next weekend?"
"Yeah," I answer, trying to keep my energy up.
"Good, I'll see you there then! I'm bringing a couple of friends."
"Sure!" I answer, smiling wide. I can still feel Mark's cum seeping out of my panties and dripping slowly down my leg and I try not to panic. "I need to go, it's getting late. I'll see you around, okay?" I finally move from my spot to quickly hug Jackson before getting past the elevator doors that Mark have held open for us.
"See you!" Jackson says, waving at us. There's a different look in his eyes as the doors close. It's that really focused look I only see on him when he's practicing seriously. I try to shrug off weird feeling it's giving me. Mark presses two buttons, one for the ground floor, and one for the upper levels. He smiles at me and even winks, probably thinking that we succeeded. I smile back, but in my head I'm starting to tick off an invisible list.
Liv. Amber. Jihoo. And now, Jackson.