We don't talk anymore || Markyong

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A/n: hello maekyong lovers, here is an update! Hope y'all will like it! Remember to comment and vote!
And sorry for the late update!
kudos to hazeeraaa Mark-sama taeyong-sama for the update request!

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Third person's pov

"Mark?"

Mark knew that voice. He can't be mistaken. Mark looked at his left side where Taeyong is, hands holding on the door frame. Mark can't help but stared down Taeyong from head to toe quietly longingly or longly if he must said himself only to be called by his name again.

"Mark, is that you?" Taeyong said as he took a step forward to the wall to switch the light on again.

Mark is graced with Taeyong's body with only a towel on his waist. His hair is still wet and clinging on his head, pushed back slightly. He turns to Mark's front just a meter and half way from each other.

Definitely closer than how they were in the restaurant days ago.

"W-what.. w-why are you like that?" Mark definitely blushed somewhere like his ears are, his eyes staring at the naked top and then averting it to anywhere near Taeyong, but his eyes slumped down as he thought someone else is here, he freezed.

After all he didn't even notice that Taeyong is here. He is overjoyed that he saw the real thing closer but at the same time getting stabbed in his heart quite bad.

"Are you here with s-someone?" He tried to stare back right into the older's eyes just to noticed that the older is staring at his face all this time. He is on the verge of averting his gaze but he tried to hold it.

Don't wanna know
Kind of dress you're wearing tonight
If he's giving it to you just right
The way I did before
I overdosed
Should've known your love was a game
Now I can't get you out of my brain
Oh, it's such a shame

"No. Are you?" Taeyong said as he shifted his stare to the phone thay Mark is holding where a caller ID 'taeil' is visible back to his eyes "Why don't you answer it ?"

"Oh y-yeah, sure" Mark faced the wall near the bed and take the call. Taeyong turned to the closet and fished some clothes to wear.

"Mark-ah where are you? Its 2 am already and you said you would crash here today? I'm so sorry i've fallen asleep to notice" Taeil's voice that had just woken up is noticeable, regardless, Taeil tried to speak coherently.

"Its okay, im on—home, i'm home, i'm so—OH MY GOD i'm so sorry, I f-forgot" The younger explained trying to weigh his own words for saying "home" and looked at Taeyong who is staring at him as he let go of the towel down the ground.

Mark saw Taeyong back in the days, the older is still as hot and sexy as ever but that moment caught him off guard, Mark looked back at the wall again but in split second is looking at Taeyong again who is now wearing his boxer.

Taeyong is still doing the hot stare that he probably is unconscious of again. Mark's heart is thundering out of his rib, he wants to jump or something, anything, his right hand is restless playing in his ripped jeans.

"Haha, you don't need to over react.. its okay" Taeil on the other line sleepily laughs and assured Mark.

"Yeah. Okay. Okay, i'm alright, sorry again, bye" Mark replied, ended his call right away and throw his phone to the bed like it suddenly had germs allover.

The younger looked at Taeyong who is currently wearing a shirt, looked at his abs, looked away, looked again and stare at the said man's eyes. Mark swear he saw Taeyong sport a smirk there like he used to do, he gulped hardly because he's so stiff.

What Taeyong does is a normal sly side of his but that's before they broke up, right now, Mark literally needs someone to remind him that they broke up or he might not know what he would do to get that smirking mouth to his own or on his neck as where Taeyong would fancied.

That we don't talk anymore
(we don't, we don't)
We don't talk anymore
(we don't, we don't)
We don't talk anymore
Like we used to do
We don't laugh anymore
(we don't, we don't)
What was all of it for?
(we don't, we don't)
Oh, we don't talk anymore
Like we used to do

"Mark, tell me what you want" Taeyong said as he finished wearing his shirt, now walking towards Mark on the side of the bed. His voice certainly dropped lower, which is so familiar to the younger's ear.

We don't talk anymore

"What—what do you mean?" Mark said as he averted his gaze from Taeyong eyes and somehow ended up staring at his lips despite the restraint he has on his mind.

Don't wanna know
Kind of dress you're wearing tonight, oh
If he's holding onto you so tight, oh
The way I did before

"I don't care if you're together with Taeil, tell me that you want me more. I don't care of the things you've done with him, tell me you want me more—what do you want me to do, Mark? Tell me and I'll do it." Taeyong reached Mark at their bed, pulled the younger's arm to put his body at the center of the bed and towered over him

We don't talk anymore

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