Mark flipped his hood up over his head and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and took a long puff then exhaled slowly, watching the grey smoke blow away in the breeze as he walked down the stairwell.

The smoke helped calm his nerves and focus on what he needed to do next. He wouldn't need Lucas tonight, just Jaehyun. Lucas was too loud and would probably just screw things up. He needed things to run smoothly for his plan to work.

His anticipation was slowly building, letting him forget about the detective and any nagging worry that he had. He didn't have the time to think about stupid shit like that, not when there was phase two.

Mark chuckled to himself. That little faggot wouldn't know what hit him.

He passed an elderly man coming up the stairs as he reached the third floor. The old man, who was struggling up the stairs with several bags of groceries, gave him a judgemental look when he noticed the cigarette in his hand. Mark glared back at him and blew smoke in his face as he shoved past him. The man stumbled slightly but managed to keep his balance and mumbled something along the lines of “young kids these days” and “no respect”.

Mark scoffed and continued down the stairs. He couldn't care less what some old geezer thought of him; he didn't know anything.

He jogged down the last set of stairs to the ground floor and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders. It had all the stuff he needed for tonight.

Suddenly, a hand yanked him from behind and dragged him backwards.

“Hey what the fu-!” Another hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his shouts of surprise.

He continued to be dragged back into the shadows of the building and down a dimly lit hallway that had a couple of vending machines at the end of it. The bright luminescent light coming from them bathed the corridor with enough light for Mark to recognize who had grabbed him.

It was Wonho. He stared at him with a grin as he dropped his gym bag to the floor with a small thud.

Mark glowered back at him and brung his cigarette back up to his lips.

“You shouldn't smoke, it's bad for your health.” Wonho said.

Wonho snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, snuffing it out with the sole of his shoe.

“Like you care.” Mark grumbled back at him.

“I do, because it stinks and the smell sticks to your clothing” Wonho responded as he grabbed the front of Mark's hoodie between his fingers.

He leaned forward and look a long sniff of him. “You already reek of smoke.”

Mark quickly shoved him away and glared at him in disgust. “Fuck off you creep.”

Wonho just smirked and pushed him up against the wall. He pressed his body up against Mark and caught his jaw in his hand.

“I see your fighting spirit is still intact.” He said then he frowned. “Where are you going now?” He demanded as he noticed the bag straps hanging off Mark's shoulders.

“Away from you.” He shot back.

Wonho’s mouth twitched in anger. “You know, I give you the benefit of fucking you on a Friday so you don't have to limp around school attracting attention.” He said bluntly. “But just remember that I can have you where and when I want, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

His hand flew down to tightly grip Mark's cock through his pants and Mark flinched. He tried to turn his face away but Wonho still had a firm hold of his jaw. He was trapped between Wonho and the wall; he had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

“Do you understand?” Wonho asked darkly.

Mark gritted his teeth and nodded.

“There's a good boy, Mark.” Wonho smirked in satisfaction.

His grip on Mark's cock eased and he brought his hand up to rest against the wall next to Mark's head.

“Now why don't you kiss me to apologize for being disobedient.” He suggested with a chuckle.

“What?” Mark responded, dumbfounded. Was it possible for Wonho to be more of a creepy, perverted fuck than he already was? Never once before had he asked him to do that.

“You heard me; kiss me. Like you mean it.” Wonho replied and stroked a finger along Mark's jaw.

Mark wanted to smack him; hit him; bash his head against the wall. Instead, he swallowed down what pride he had left and obeyed. He scrunched his eyes shut and leaned forward until his lips connected with Wonho's.

Wonho reacted instantly, moving his lips against his and Mark forced himself to mimic the movement. As he did, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He instantly broke the kiss and rubbed his mouth fervently against his sleeve. It was only for a few seconds but forcing himself to kiss Wonho made himself physically repulsed.

The next moment his head was smacked back against the wall and he cried out in pain.

“You really have no manners.” Wonho sneered.

Wonho closed a hand around Mark's neck and squeezed. Mark instantly felt the pressure closing down on his windpipe and his fingers flew up to dig into Wonho's arm. Mark stared into his eyes and realized too late that he had really pissed Wonho off. A tiny flicker of fear ran through him and he shrunk back into the wall in a pitiful attempt to create space between them.

“Let go of me!” He wheezed as he struggled under Wonho's grip.

Thankfully, Wonho released his grip but he still looked angry.

“You should know how to apologize to me properly by now.” Wonho muttered as he glared down at him. Then a smile appeared on his lips.

He picked up his gym bag then grabbed hold of the front of Mark's hoodie, tugging him along.

“Let go! I'm not going anywhere with you!” Mark yelled, pulling back to try and yank himself free of Wonho's hold.

Wonho stopped and turned to face him.

“You're coming with me, unless you want to risk getting caught here, out in the open doing lewd things to me.” He smirked, tugging Mark forward.

“But I'm already late. Aren't you satisfied after last night?” Mark mumbled. He continued to pull back against Wonho's grip until Wonho was practically dragging him along.

“Late for what? Hanging out with your friends?” Wonho scoffed. “If you have time for them you have time for me, Mark.”

They had nearly reached the end of the corridor. Mark really didn't want to go back up to Wonho's apartment and he desperately thought of a good enough reason for Wonho to let him go.

“Okay, okay. Wait.” He said.

Wonho stopped and turned back to face him. Mark sighed and dropped his head. He couldn't look at Wonho as he spoke. He hated the idea of suggesting this himself, but it was better than whatever Wonho had planned if they went back to his apartment.

“Well?” Wonho pressed.

“You can kiss me as much as you want and I won't fight back. Just let me leave soon.” Mark replied.

He felt Wonho step closer and flicked his chin up to look him in the eye. He wore a confident and almost sadistic expression on his face as he considered Mark's offer and Mark swallowed nervously.

“Okay.” Wonho grinned and pushed him against the wall.

“Wait, someone could see us here.” He stopped Wonho, putting a hand against his chest.

Wonho just rolled his eyes and tugged him back into the shadows of the dead-end corridor. He grabbed Mark's backpack off of him and dumped it and then his own onto the floor next to the vending machine before shoving Mark roughly against the wall.

Mark shut his eyes and bit his tongue while Wonho snaked his hands along his body and up to his face. He felt his lips fall on his and fought to restrain himself from pushing Wonho away. Instead, he balled his hands into fists at his sides. He didn't even move as Wonho slipped his tongue inside his mouth.

“Mm, Mark.” Wonho hummed against his lips. He was clearly enjoying Mark's obedience.

Mark just stayed silent and still while Wonho continued to satisfy himself with his lips.