The most awaited wedding had finally come to happen. Yuta and Win-win were going to tie the knot, after years of the Chinese being in denial he said yes a few months back. The bottoms were supposed to be dressed in blue and white dresses, truth be told the population of bottoms were fucking gorgeous, even the girls sobbed in jealousy.

NCT, that's what they were called back in highschool. A gang of twenty three hot boys, the perfect group. Once they graduated, things changed and now five years later they had been invited to the most beautiful wedding ever. Sicheng giggled when Yuta literally blacked out on the altar when the Chinese beauty walked down the isle.

Vows, were important. To hold them forever as you continue to deepened your relationship. They exchanged rings, kissed, signed and were married.  NCT, Redvelvet,the girl group that were the Barbie dolls of SM high once and always, NCT Dream, the Baby Group now young boys, too were present. Not many yet the right ones.

"Hey guys!" A very rough, voice sounded, like the deep seas. Powerful and strong. As a guy walked made his way closer, with Yeri, Redvelvets pretty member.

"Mark?! Omg!!! Mark you actually came to my wedding?!" Yuta screamed hugging the foreigner tightly. Mark lowly chuckled as he returned the gesture.

"Well, Yeah. It's the Yuwin Wedding so I had to. I'll be staying her for a few months before flying back." Mark, A handsome young man, with hair like the galaxy, dark as ebony smiled. He was that guy that the whole group had a massive crush on.

"Thanks Mark. I thought you'd never come." Win-win beamed at the younger man, they shared a nice warm hug and the party began.

Darkness fell too soon, champagne, wine, vodka you name the alcohol. Everything had been laid out, after all Yuta was a Japanese prince with overflowing money. That's when, amidst the ground Marks eyes flickered onto a certain boy. His skin glowed under the dim light, his thighs as raw as the sun. The dress was way too short for him, there definitely was lace beneath. He was drunk, Rosey and whiney. Those fake boobies he wore to hold his topless dress too disturbing, he removed it, throwing it away somewhere. Their eyes met, now he remembered.

Lee Donghyuck, he used wear braces, big brown glasses and baggy clothes that were usually is two sizes bigger. Always too sassy or too childish, Mark just found it so hard to look away, when did he get so fucking magically gorgeous? When? Chugging down three more shots he tried to distract himself.

Donghyucks body burnt, that look of sensuality called him. He literally was half naked, in laces underneath. Why was this supposed to even happen? He looked at Mark, the Mark Lee that carried the power of SM after Taeyong hyung. Biting his red lips that were painted a bloody red. As their eyes met again, the younger was too drunk, his golden curled hair falling in ringlets. His Egyptian eyes a seduction.

Mark left those eyes, the gaze falling onto the thick golden thighs that were spreading as their gazes continued to bore holes on each other. One by one their friends fell drunk in the hotel, their partners left with them some were knocked out. Hyuck stood up, woozy but hot, he felt the presence of someone behind him. He giggled tipsy as he lent on a wall, hands felt his thighs making him bite his lips. Mark smirked at the beauty, they smashed their lips together, the golden brown haired beauty moaned between kisses.

His body felt, thrown on a bed, the door locked, clothes stripped off, soft moans escaped those red lips, stubby fingers tearing Marks shoulders, nipples sucked, bruised and bitten. Sweaty skin moving in sync, Hyuck's toes curled in pleasure, the night way too long for them to explore. His body arched when he was deep throated, the feeling sexual and pleasing. The moans got loader each second, as the older pushed in.

Again and again, until Donghyuck bleed his virginity away to Mark Lee.