Chapter 30: Homegirl

"Yah, Mina-yah," I nudge my companion who's slowly falling asleep on the seat beside me. "Are you riding back to the office with me or do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" I ask.

"Ani, you don't have to drive me. I'm taking a cab. We have transport reimbursements anyway."

"It's really fine with me. I just have to drop off these files and—"

"Aishhh, gwaenchanha. Your loaded ass lives in Cheongdam. It'll be so out of way."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?"

"Ye... I'm so tired I just don't want to go back to the office." I nod and let her rest for a bit before nudging her again when the files are finally copied into our team's drive. We stand up, head towards the stage team to say goodbye, and make our way out the huge doors of Jamsil Indoor Stadium. The cold August air whips against our faces as we hug one last time before parting. I walk towards the parking lot, pulling my coat tightly around me, my camera and laptop bag hanging securely from each shoulder. Andy comes to life when I hit the remote key and I proceed open the trunk to deposit all my gadgets. I raise my leg to untie my boots, resting one foot after another on the edge of the car's spacious trunk.

Just as I'm about to take them off to change into a pair of ballet flats, I feel a strong arm snaking around my waist, a hand cupping my ass from under my short coat. "Baby, I missed you..." He whispers. I spin around to face a familiar figure bundled in a black coat, face covered by a mask. It's his eyes that give him away instantly and the wisps of blonde hair peeking through the sides of his baseball cap. I break into a wide smile as I wrap my arms around him.

Mark tugs his face mask off and pulls me in closer for a kiss that's needy and urgent and definitely something we shouldn't be doing out in the open. But I let him kiss me. I let his lips melt my resolve like the snow in winter. I let his fingers untie my coat and his cold hands grab my waist despite the freezing wind around us. I even moan a little as we part which makes him smile.

"Baby, maybe we shouldn't be doing this here," I say coyly, pushing him away. He giggles in response. I finally take my boots off in favor of a simpler pair of shoes, close the trunk of my car, and make my way to the driver's side. He follows me and takes my hand before I even get to open the door. He opens the backseat, pulls me inside with him, and I oblige because—really what else can I do?

We take off our coats in the dark and before I know it we're back at kissing, back at holding each other close, back at groping. He stops to steal a glance of what I'm wearing. "You look so good tonight." He says cupping my chin and planting another kiss on my lips.

"Not as good as you on stage. Do you want to see the photos? You were so good, I really liked your Ooh Ahh dance with Jinyoung and Nikhun Oppa," My word vomit is unstoppable. I've been wanting to praise him, pet him, tell him about all the feelings I repressed as I stood a few steps away from the stage some hours ago. He takes his cap off, shakes his head and smiles so sweetly before kissing me again.

"I'll look at it some other time..."

"Wait, why are you here?! You're supposed to be in the company van like everyone else." I suddenly remember who he is—or what he is. It's next to impossible to move stealthily away from the members, the security, and the fans waiting by the stage door.

"I told JB I'm taking a detour. I wanted you to hear something." He takes his phone out of his pocket and it lights up his face. I move across the car to put the key in the ignition so we can use the Bluetooth speakers. The warm lights on the dashboard illuminates my surroundings and even makes his pretty face glow in the dark. His eyes dart towards me and I see pride in them as the beat and melody starts pouring out of the car's surround speakers.

"Is this the song you wrote?" I ask, trying to distract myself away from Jackson's husky voice.

"It's the song I wrote, composed, and co-produced." He emphasizes the words with a cool smirk. We haven't talked much in the past few weeks and I guess this is how he stresses the fact that he's been MIA for a reason. Jackson had reported that Mark's been cooped up in the studio, producing music, and this is the result of all those busy nights and days.

Baby what you know, I love you girl. You make me feel like home.

The line makes me pause. Is this... I hold my breath and turn my head slowly to Mark who's watching me intently, the realization slowly dawning on me. There's a nice, almost hazy, filter that fills his dark brown eyes which gives me the affirmation I need as Jinyoung and Yugyeom sings the refrain. He licks his lips anxiously when JB and Youngjae goes on with the pre-chorus. By the time I'm hearing Jinyoung's voice in the beginning of the hook, Mark's basically beaming with his wicked canines because I can't help but bop my head spontaneously to the beat of the track he helped compose. "This is REALLY good." I say, finally leaning back into my seat.

You're my one and only homegirl, I'll be your one and only homeboy...

"I'm glad you like it," He comments, sultry eyes excavating a dark, dark hole into my subconsciousness. He scoots and rests his right arm behind me, leans closer and tucks the loose strands of my hair behind my ear before whispering. "It's for you..."

I feel my cheeks heat up as he presses a kiss against my temple, my cheek, my jaw. He licks the skin of the junction where my jaw and my neck meets and I willingly move my head sideways, giving him more access along with a soft moan. His hands slink from my thighs, to my waist, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. My eyes flutter open when he sneaks a hand inside my shirt to cup my breast which reminds of the fact that my car maybe heavily tinted but the possibility of getting caught is still ever present. "Mark,"

"Baby, I want you right now." He whispers on my skin, drowning out the song as his fingers expertly play underneath my shirt. I nod while unbuttoning my silk shirt. "Good girl. Sit on my lap, Baby..." He moves away and sits back comfortably.

I take my shirt off completely, remove my shoes, and tousle my hair before swinging my leg over both of his. We waste no time, kissing brashly, lips crashing like waves to the shore. Mark's hands travel in between my thighs, thumbing my soaked-up underwear and moaning deliciously against my mouth. "I guess you missed me too."

I go straight to you under my favorites...

"Mmmhhh... Baby, yes..."

"Then take your panties off for me," He dirty talks. I sit up and hover over him, doing my best to discard my underwear while he hurriedly unbuttons and lowers his jeans from underneath me. I'm left with my black bra and leather skirt, sinking back on his lap and watching him stroke his impressionable length. "You really want this?" He ask, eyes almost unrecognizable with the devilish gaze.

"Yeah, you?" I say, grabbing the tip of his penis and thumbing the slit as pre-cum oozes from him.

"Aaahhh, yes..." His hands move to touch both of my boobs, kissing the exposed tops and even leaving a mark that threatens to transform into a telling bruise.

"Do you have a condom with you?" I ask, still trying to listen to the song.

"Yeah, of course," He reaches for his wallet, hands the foil to me, and I busy myself with fitting it on his hard length. I'm a sopping mess by the time the second chorus comes in.

You are atop my bed, together we are cozy. You are glamorous like the inside of my closet.

I sit up again to ready myself, knees pressing against the seats. Mark takes this as an opportunity to swipe a finger against my wet slit, fingering me so suddenly it makes me yelp. "Oh my g—"

"Baby, not too loud." He inserts another finger which makes me lean towards him, hands grabbing the backrest for support. I meet his hungry stare as he finger fucks me and I fight the urge scream in ecstasy. "Yeah, that's it Baby. Come for me..." His words, his fingers, his deep, dark voice takes me to my tipping point. Mark pulls his fingers out and puts it in his mouth to taste me. "You taste good, Baby." He lets the rest of my cream coat the condom as he pumps himself again.

My hand travels to the back of his head, fingers running through his soft, blonde hair. I pull him in for a hard kiss while he's busy aligning his cock with my entrance. I sit on him, wanting more contact, wanting a bigger release. "Fuck..." Mark shudders beneath me.

"Holy sh—" I pant as I take him in, hands splayed on his hard chest. "Mark, Oohhh..."

"Fuck, Baby..." He kisses me again with closed eyes, his fingers digging on my hips. "You're so tight, it feels so good..."

"I have to go slow, okay? We can't be caught here." I roll my hips towards him experimentally. His voice comes in and I start feeling like I'm holding on for dear life as I savor his length inside me.

You take the weight off my shoulders, when I see you...

"Take all the time you want," He comments before kissing my neck again. I hold him close as I move slowly, hoping my car is stable enough not to bounce as we fuck. Every pant, every breath, every touch feels like an eternity with every buck of my hips against his.

You are the vitamin of my life, my girl! I want to show you off to the whole world...

"Oh my god, I take it back. This is torture!" I tighten when he whisper screams the words in my ear and it makes him moan all the more.

"You don't like it?" I ask playfully, going slower and tightening my walls once again. He winces in utter pleasure.

"No, no I like it. Fuck, you feel so good but you're making me really horny. Aahhhh..." He starts moaning louder as I drive him deeper into me. He looks so good with his eyes screwed shut, his head thrown back, his face almost pained.

"Shhh, Baby..." The song finishes and my voice vibrates all around us. I pant, hips continuously moving in a steady, slow pace.

"Does this mean you won't scream my name when you come?" He looks at me again with lust-filled eyes, and then touches my lips before inserting his long fingers into my open mouth, taunting me. He often tells me during cuddle sessions that he loves the muffled sounds I make when I scream his name into my pillows as he plows me from behind.

"I'll try..." I answer, licking and sucking his digits like I would if it were his cock. I roll my hips a bit faster than before and stare into his eyes, fighting the urge to moan my adoration for his beautiful fucked out face. I take both of his hands, his saliva-coated fingers making a trail down my body, and I place them on my breasts. I will myself to tighten all around him again.

"Oh shit!" The act sends Mark into a fit of pleasure. He throws his head back again, shuts his eyes and bucks his hips upward. I angle myself better and give him room to move underneath me—something he seems to appreciate because right then he starts meeting my thrusts in a fast, uncontrollable phase. "Baby come for me again..."

"Aaahhh..." I hold onto his shoulders to steady myself, hoping no fan walks by, praying so hard that my car doesn't give us away to the guards standing outside of the concert venue. "Mark..."

"I'm coming right now, Baby. Are you?" I nod despite the fact that I'm a mile away from it. I clench, and squeeze, wishing it would take me to another orgasm. But I'm too distracted by the fact that my car is virtually the only one left in the parking lot. My heart is pounding at the possibility of a security personnel rapping on my window, mind spinning at the realization that Mark hid his feelings for his fuck buddy in a GOT7 song.

"Come with me, baby" Mark breathes out sharply. He comes undone beneath me, and on instinct I moan as if I'm climaxing along with him. I kiss his lips and hug him tight as he rides his pleasure. When I fuck him, does he remember the waves of Santa Monica? When we kiss, does he think about the shore and the bright lights? When he comes does he forget, even for a second, that he's in South Korea? I rest my head where his neck meets his shoulder, the heavy thoughts exhausting me way more than the sex ever could.

"Can you drive me back to the dorm, Baby?" He asks after a while. I can feel him softening inside me. "Sorry I can't cuddle with you, I need to get home, they might be looking for me." I swear I could almost hear a hint of sadness in the midst of all the sexual relief washing through his whole body.

"Of course," I say with a smile. For the record I didn't come after the first one, and this is the first time I've ever had to fake an orgasm for Mark. I get off his lap, unable to look him in the eye while collecting my shirt, my underwear, my shoes. I fix my hair before getting out of the car and scanning the area. It's a miracle no one came up in the middle of it all. I get into the driver's side, put my seat belt on, and wait for Mark to get on the seat beside me. His face mask and cap are back on and it reminds me, as I maneuver my way out of the parking lot, that when the fucking is over and the lights are back on, we're back to where we started—just friends.

Damn you, Jackson Wang. He doesn't love me.