Sorry, this chapter was ready before the epilogue was even published, but I took a break after the news of Jonghyun.... I wrote something for him weeks ago, but I still just?? I don't know. I'm still messed up about it, but I'm back now. Anyways, enjoy

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Well, kudos to Moony for inspiring and encouraging me to do a spin off about Jinyoung! Initial idea is credited to them.

It will be heavily based around his online blog, Adventures Of An Ace, and it will be a lot of Jinyoung complaining about his friends (so y'all will get some new information about all of them that I haven't revealed yet 👀)

I hope y'all check it out cause I'm hype!!
Hop on over to my profile, it's already there, it's called Rue.

NEWS NEWS NEWS NEWS

The Day6 story Woes was the most popular choice for you guys (back when I asked about what drafts I should turn into actual stories), so a snippet of it is up, and I will start posting chapters in July. Add it to your library so you don't miss it!

Bloom, a chanbaek floweryeol concept has a teaser up, check it out if you like chanbaek and floweryeol

Antithesis, a chanyeol story involving the other members, also has a teaser posted. It will be active in May. If you're interested, add it to your library so you don't miss out!
Concept: Science path students vs Arts path students, cheesy flirting, and probably lesbians cause I need lots of representation. Eunju hates distractions, and Chanyeol loves getting her attention. I'm bad at explaining bruh I don't know just check out the teasers.
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In the words of Thomas Sanders, it could be gayer.

What, you ask, could be gayer than this? Well, I'm glad you asked.

Querencia is like the ultra gay older brother to this. Like everything in it is gayyyyy. And there's Seventeen in it

BadassOfAllBadassery

I don't know I just really fucking love the story.

If you're sad that this is over and interested about my future/past writing, I have hella stories, so hop on over and take a look. You can browse my reading list (I have several that include my works, but they don't contain all of them) or my story list.

I've got a wide assortment of genres, varying from alternate universes and supernatural themes. Dark themes, full angst, and stories varying with an uneven mix of fluff and angst. I've got a short story series with each member of BTS (and EXO is next). I've got gang stories, I've got cute boyfriend stories, I've got school settings and magical settings, I've got lycans and gays, and pride and (prejudice) guilt. I don't know where I'm going with this anymore but long story short please read my other stories if you're intrigued. I want new (victims) readers to (terrorize) inspire.

Also if you love floweryeol, oh boy, first me the fuck too. Also, I'm working on a chanbaek story called Bloom featuring flowerboy!yeol and (probably) princely!baek. A teaser for it is already up, so add it to your library so you don't miss when I start posting it in March!

Hopefully something catches your eye.
I have no shame whoops, I'm getting annoying now damn.

Moony, pretend that the chapter ends here, I don't want you to be uncomfortable!!

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Y'ALL HERE'S A DRABBLE OF SMUT?? So warning I guess

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continuation of Chapter 196 (?) when Jackson is straddling Mark, after talking about piercings.
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Mark grinned, leaning back with Jackson following, "if that's what you want, I'm not saying no."

"Then shut up, and show me what I'll be missing for a month."

Mark reached up, trailing a finger across Jackson's jaw before clutching his hair in a fist and pulling him down so their noses touched.

Mark loved the length of Jackson's hair precisely for that reason, that he could grasp a fistful, something that both Mark and Jackson seemed to enjoy immensely.

"Never cut your hair shorter than this," Mark mumbled, trailing his gaze up from Jackson's lips to his eyes.

"What will you do for me then?"

"I'll fucking worship you."

Mark's hot breath and low murmur was enough to send Jackson towards bliss, and he squirmed, his thighs clenching until they dug into Mark's sides.

But he wanted more. "Show me?"

Mark smirked, slowly flipping them over, taking advantage of the time to move his hands to Jackson's inner thighs. Gently, he settled between Jackson's legs, lifting them to rest over his knees.

Deftly, his slender hands slipped under Jackson's shirt, trailing up his chest, and pushing his shirt up in the process.

Jackson sat up, and Mark helped him remove it before guiding his back down onto the mattress.

Jackson's eyes were wide, as he was nervous, and curious as to how exactly Mark meant to worship him. But Mark didn't seem to be quite ready yet, and when his fingers unbuttoned Jackson's jeans, Jackson thought his heart would stop.

Slowly, Mark guided the jeans down. His hands - with no care taken towards avoiding Jackson's growing bulge - moved inside the jeans, his fingers creeping down and pulling the jeans along with them. It felt like forever had passed when the jeans finally bunched up around his feet, and Mark seemed to have lost patience, as he simply pushed them off and left them to fall on the floor.

As Mark moved back, Jackson happily separated his legs so Mark could settle back between his thighs. Mark leaned down, his lips ghosting Jackson's before sliding down his neck, his lips leaving a trail of heated moisture.

Mark started with the collarbones, following each one to place kisses across Jackson's shoulders. Meanwhile, his hands moved to trace the line of Jackson's shoulder blades, before moving to feel every part of his back, the pads of Mark's fingertips pressing into the skin.

With Jackson fully intrigued, Mark moved on to leave open-mouthed kisses across Jackson's chest, pinching the skin with his teeth every few seconds, before swirling his tongue across the flushed skin.

Jackson let out light sounds of satisfaction, though he was conflicted, as the pleasure made him want to close his eyes, but he wanted to watch Mark delicately loving every inch of his skin.

It was so incredibly erotic, but the feeling behind it made Jackson feel even better; was it possible for him to fall even more in love with Mark? Because he thought he was.

Then Mark moved farther down, trailing his lips across Jackson's stomach, which tensed as the sensitive skin was caressed.

Jackson switched between closing his eyes and glancing down at his lover teasingly flicking his tongue out as he adored Jackson's body.

Whatever this was, it was definitely Jackson's new favourite kink, and god did Mark do it justice.

After spending a considerable amount of time nipping Jackson's hips, Mark took a break, leaning up slightly and staring at Jackson.

Seeing the boy looking nearly wrecked, a pleased smile made it's way to his lips. He pulled his hands out from under Jackson, sliding across his sides and slipping down his hips.

Mark just barely brushed his fingers across Jackson's thighs, smirking, "should I move onto your back?"

Jackson shook his head, biting his lip as waves of satisfaction violently shook through his body.

"Where then?" Mark questioned, though the fact that he started squeezing Jackson's thighs indicated that he knew exactly what he wanted.

"My thighs," Jackson whined, "please do my thighs."

Mark had started moving before Jackson could even finish his sentence, his lips quickly replacing one of his hands, and he licked a strip of Jackson's quivering thigh before leaving teasing kisses up and down Jackson's inner thigh, while lightly rubbing and kneading the other.

Once his love bites took up most of the skin, Mark switched to Jackson's other thigh. He left his affection in the form of kisses and bites. Fueled by the sound of Jackson's wanton moans, Mark paid close attention to not leave any skin untended to.

"I love you so fucking much," Jackson groaned, and Mark froze, tongue just barely pressed against Jackson's skin.

Jackson panicked, both because he had ruined the mood, and wouldn't get off anymore to this new discovery, and because he was worried that Mark would get scared and run away. Not to mention that he had just wasted his final confession at a rather unideal time.

However, Mark simply looked up at Jackson, taking in his flushed cheeks and red lips, and he continued his oral worship, feeling his own groin painfully grow in his jeans.

Jackson relaxed back - well, as much as he could relax with his toes curling, and his entire body shaking from pleasure.

"Angh, I can't," Jackson whimpered, and Mark watched as he scrunched his eyes shut. He let out a sigh of relief as his hand roughly covered his hard-on, desperately palming himself.

The sight made Mark impossibly turned on, but the point of worshipping Jackson was that Mark was doing everything, so he grabbed Jackson's wrist, pulling his hand away.

Jackson's hips bucked up, and he whined once more, "please, it's too much."

Mark left one last kiss on Jackson's thigh, his cheek brushing against the boy's bulge as he licked the reddened skin. When he pulled away, he nearly collapsed seeing how Jackson looked underneath him.

With low lidded eyes, lips sore from biting, and Mark's marks covering him from his shoulders to his knees, Jackson looked like Mark's greatest fantasies.

Without another word, Mark pulled his own shirt off before leaning down, capturing Jackson's lips and pressing their bodies together.

The friction drove both boys crazy, and Jackson turned his head to gasp for air. "Mark, I'm gonna make a mess," he spoke between airy moans.

"I don't fucking care," Mark growled, and, almost lazily, he began to pulse his hips down into Jackson's.

The younger let out indescribable sounds, and Mark started to assault his neck, breathing heavily from hormones. The burning huffs of air sent shudders down to Jackson's very core, and it was becoming too much for him to handle, so, with a strangled yell, his boxers were ruined.

Mark knew he probably shouldn't be turned on when he began grinding into wet boxers, but the fact that Jackson had uncontrollably ejaculated into his boxers was so incredibly hot to him.

He quickened the pace, now searching for his own relief, and he pressed a kiss to the side of Jackson's lips before burying his head in Jackson's neck, panting onto his chest, scrunching his eyes shut so he could envision what Jackson had looked like when he was kissing his thighs.

After a few more dedicated moments of grinding, his own boxers were ruined, spreading across the front of his jeans as well.

Opening his eyes, he rolled off of Jackson, trying to catch his breath as he turned his head to look at Jackson, who was still panting heavily.

"Okay," Jackson spoke breathlessly, "I'm never changing this hairstyle."

Mark laughed, reaching for Jackson's chin so he could turn his head. Once Jackson faced him, he leaned forward, and they began to kiss languidly, their tongues meeting and separating as their lips pressed together in short intervals.

"Okay, let's clean up now, you disaster of a boy."

"Hey, I fricking warned you dude."

"Don't call me dude, it's weird."

"Okay daddy."

"Exit the building immediately."

The boys bickered all the way into the bathroom, and as the insults grew more offensive, the smiles on their faces grew as well.

I fucking love you too, Jackson.