21:59

Being out late again drinking with some of his colleagues Yuta decides that it's time to head home. He hitches a ride with two colleagues deciding he'll focus on the damaged laptop Taeyong brought in.

"That's some old school shit."

He turns to his left side noticing the close approximate space between him and his colleague friend, Xiaojun, who's checking out the code interface screen that's splashed in grey and sinking blue. Yuta looks back at the screen reading the broken links and lost output signals wondering if he should fix it up or flush it down all together. "Tell me about it, it's out of date."

"But it's a classic and shit," Xiaojun announces. "Check the model, Dell 95, that's a real old school design. What does the client want? To revive it?"

Xiaojun, assuming that it's a client's laptop tries to get Yuta to spill some details so that he can aid in anyway possible. Yuta doesn't correct him because he also doesn't have a clue of where Taeyong got the laptop from and what his intentions are with it. "Simply to repair it. Get it up and running."

"Yho Winwin, how do I check the QR shit again?" Xiaojun gets out his phone going to the web and glances to the person in the front seat, Winwin also known as Sicheng.

Sicheng who's driving the car and listening to the background music takes a peek from the rearview mirror into Xiaojun's eyes and Yuta's focused gaze on the laptop. Not really liking to talk in front of his superior or the guy who's associated with a bunch of other misfits, he clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders. "Check on the net,"

"Really, you're gonna leave me checking the internet?" Xiaojun sighs.

Yuta 90% focused on joining the broken code links, turns to Xiaojun for a bit and with 10% of his attention he advices Xiaojun. "It's simple, type in the QR code on your browser and whatever you want will appear. How'd you even get this job if you can't figure that out?"

Sicheng from the front sinks in his seat simply exhaling and trying to drive as fast as he can to drop Yuta off. Not that he didn't like Yuta, but a part of him really didn't like him and for good reasons too. However Xiaojun, wanted any kind of attention he could get from their superior and Sicheng hated that his friend would build up this different persona to "imitate" the cruel notorious cold eyed personality of Yuta.

Xiaojun nervously laughs off the diss but proceeds to check the laptops QR code with Yuta's permission. His idea was to find out quick fixes so he can help Yuta out and hopefully gain some his attention, but Yuta is oblivious and leaves him with the QR code getting the rest of his attention on the laptop. Typing and his eyes frantically scanning the whole screen, he doesn't pay anymore attention to Xiaojun who talks solo and Sicheng who shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

It's not until they get close to the neighborhood areas does Yuta look up and asks for them to drop him two streets away from where he lives. "Thanks." He says shutting the door before Xiaojun can say anything else. The car begins to drive away and Yuta pulls his backpack over his shoulders and walks.

Upon his journey through the night streets heading back to his house. He spots two stiletto's walking carrying large bags, one male wearing all black and one female wearing all white. The female looks tired and stops causing the guy to stop as well.

Sohye puts the bags full of clothes, shoes, accessories and other goodies down so she can catch her breath. Mark smiles a little bit placing his heavy load of bags down as well. "Why don't I carry-"

"No Mark," Sohye stands straight again waving her hand off but bends down to pick up the plastics with a polite smile. "You're already carrying so much,"

"You think I feel better watching you struggle?" He chuckles stepping forward to help her. "Let me help you,"

"But-" she looks down to the other packed bags that he has to carry and shakes her head. "I can do it. I'm a feminist."

"A rather slender feminist, c'mon Sohye don't you want to get home already?" He asks playfully punching her shoulder. "Aren't your feet killing you?"

"It's okay Mark. Let me just refresh my muscles then I'll-" She pouts still deciding to be stubborn, but she stops mid sentence when a guy stops near her and Mark.

"Need help?" Yuta asks peering between the two and the bags on the floor. Damn, she's surely fitting into the standards of girls in the town, shopping until she literally can't carry the bags anymore. He looks up into her frozen eyes and turning to Mark who has an uncomfortable face.

If it weren't for him being exhausted both from the long day out, he'd refuse for Yuta's help in a heartbeat, but because he's tired and Sohye is struggling with the bags he turns to Sohye waiting for her response. "Are you tired of being a feminist?"

"Never, but I guess I can leave these now," she glances shyly at Yuta- after spotting Mark's awaiting gaze on her, and politely smiles. "If it's not too much trouble,"

"It's not every night I get to be nice, so what the hell." Yuta shrugs his shoulders picking up the ones that are on the floor as Mark picks up the ones Sohye has.

They begin walking and the atmosphere is a bit awkward for Mark and Sohye, but for Yuta it's a natural silence. Trying to be nice to the both of them he creates a basic conversation. "So far, can you say that you like living here?"

Mark decides to put aside the personal grudge he has against Yuta and his three other friends who where directly checking Sohye out and had made fun of his grandparents. "It's fine."

Sohye sensing Mark's sudden off mood leans forward a bit to see Yuta on the other side. Now that he's here with her and Mark, the image of her bumping the pole with her head comes back to her head. She really made a fool of herself and there's no other time or place to redeem herself if not now. And Mark, who's standing in the middle between her and Yuta won't stop her from making a good impression for herself. "It's so so."

Yuta perks up hearing her voice and turns his head to look past Mark and see her face. She really had a sweet voice, but it's hard to admire her or take any interest knowing that somewhere in the woods there's a similar being who looks exactly like her. It's really like staring at a ghost. "So so how?" He questions looking away.

"I mean, some parts seem violence free while other parts are full of it," she says picking her words carefully.

"Violence?" Yuta questions casually just keeping the conversation going and not falling into a silence. "Where?"

Before Sohye can speak Mark beats her to it with a scoff. "First of there's you and your friends who own this town and-"

Hastily interrupting Mark from ruining her chance to redeem herself she speaks over him. "And there was the whole robbery that happened yesterday night,"

"Was that on the news?" Yuta perks up by the mention of it.

"For someone who owns this town, you seem not to know what the hell happens around here." Mark mocks making Sohye throw her hands up by frustration.

Yuta, not being intimidated by the male simply chuckles. "You got a temper don't you?"

"No." Mark states clinching his jaw. "Just towards perverts who check out my sister."

Yuta nods his head in understanding, trying to calm himself down. He didn't like the way Mark was talking to him, but he put up with it just because he wanted to be kind. Next time, Mark would have to watch his lips. "Hate to break it to you, but you're sisters a saint and looks pure. She's not my type and I don't check out minors. And just a side note for you to know, I'll let you pass just this once with the way you talk to me but I will get even if you dare me."

"Whatever." Mark rolls his eyes. "There was a robbery, possibly yesterday, and it was said that people got injured and were disposed of their possessions."

"Hm." Yuta replies a one word answer, having done talking to someone who's looking for a fight.

It remains quiet for a bit and Sohye feels too awkward to start up a conversation so she nudges Mark on his arm glaring at him. He's the one who started it, so he should put it out. Mark internally scowls deciding to be more cooperative in the talk, after all, it's not like Yuta started off on a bad foot with them, heck he's even helping them carry their things and plus, it's just a few more streets.

"So, do these types of things happen often?" Mark asks hoping to get a response so that Sohye won't freak out.

Yuta shrugs his shoulders. "No." He answers shortly.

Mark waits for the rest but nothing else comes and he glances at Sohye giving her the eyes that he did try. Sohye shakes her head clearing her head. "Well, we're gonna be staying here for a long time and just want to be safe."

"You'll be safe." Yuta states after a while. "Just make sure not to piss off the wrong people. One wrong word and you might have a target on your back."

Mark snorts sarcastically shaking his head deciding to be more mindful. "I don't wanna sound rude, but please elaborate on that."

"It's self explanatory. Piss someone off and you'll be fucked." Yuta's words ring bells in Mark's head, reminding him of Yuta's other friend, their leader Taeyong. He said similar words but hinted them towards Sohye. "Let's just say, everyone knows their place and the walls have ears. You never really know if you'll be a target, so for your own good try to be nice."

Mark nods his head slowly. "I see. So do you know about the robbery?"

Know it? He was involved. "Are you working?" He changes the topic.

Mark doesn't object and answers calmly. "Not yet, I graduated a month ago. Hoping I'll find something while I'm here,"

"Great," Yuta nods his head. "My buddy Donghyuck is also looking for work, why don't you tag along with him,"

Mark surprisingly laughs. "Sounds like you're trying to get out of it."

"I've got hectic days, I'm a busy guy."

"Where do you work?" Sohye asks curiously.

"For now, Technician Workshop," Yuta says. "But I'm a data analyst by profession,"

"Oh wow that's cool," Mark genuinely praises. "So you're all like tech savvy computer fixing hacking type of dude,"

Yuta let's his lip twitch to a smile but he doesn't allow himself to laugh. He jokingly hushes Mark. "Let's keep that a secret between us."

"Ah man, that's really cool." Mark acknowledges and takes advantage of the moment. "I actually have this WiFi router that's not connected, I've been meaning to connect it but my grandparents are dead old fashioned, plus I'm lazy when it comes to paying the bills. Think you can connect us like, for free?"

"I don't even pay for my WiFi, I've hacked into the neighbors account and I'm chilling with WiFi that isn't even mine,"

"You lie-" Mark laughs finding the situation some what funny. Sohye is pleased, seeing Mark is more loose and relaxed.

"Come over tomorrow early in the morning and I'll connect you," Yuta offers freely seeing that they're now closer to their houses.

Mark turns gleefully to Sohye but she shakes her head. "Isn't connecting without permission dangerous? Like won't we get in trouble?"

"One, I'm an ethical hacker. Two, the way I connect my servers nobody tracks anything back to me. And three, the guy I'm connected to has a 20 yard large connection, he'll never know." Yuta announces. "You won't pay a damn thing,"

"Ethical hacker?" Sohye nervously laughs now. "Mark look what you've done,"

Mark let's out a short chortle. "Hey, I was joking about him connecting us, I didn't really think he could hack into someone else's wifi,"

Spotting her grandfather standing by the doorway piercing his eyes to the silvery pink haired male, she suddenly loses focus. "You think he's going to yell?"

Mark closes his eyes while shaking his head asking Yuta another question. "Rumor has it, your gang has pissed off a lot of people. What happens if you guys are targets?"

To that Yuta smirks. "I'd also like to know since it's never happened. Alright I'm gonna leave you guys here, the old hag doesn't seem to like this combination of us,"

Not only their grandfather, but Sohye notices the sleek black car that's in front of Yuta's house and a stiletto of two guys standing on the porch.

"Thanks a lot for your help," Mark says as Yuta sets the bags down. He begins walking a few feet to the next door house which he lives in and just like that to they all disappear inside the house.

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02:59

[Some smut, you can easily skip down until you find a convo- if you don't want to read]

Bouncing up and down on Taeil's shaft Yoon-ah moans aloud grabbing her hair when he places his hands on her large round coconuts. Going crazy when she's about to reach her high, Taeil drastically pins her down on the bed taking full control and heavily thrusting himself into her tiny whole. She screams out in pure pleasure wrapping her legs around his torso craving the new kind of passion flowing through him. Since when did Taeil fuck so senselessly?

Not bothering to seek for an answer she drags her nails in his back moaning and her eyes opening up in great ecstasy. She feels herself shaking and multiple juices leak from her, expecting Taeil to stop she's surprised to feel him still pounding so roughly in her. Shutting her eyes tight she squeaks when the pleasure slowly turns to pain until she yells for him to stop. Not even hearing her, he continues to rampage through her whole. After cumming for the fourth time she shivers and shakes her head practically now pushing Taeil off of her.

"Get off!" She yells finally pushing Taeil with all her might. She stares into his lustful coated eyes and snaps her fingers in his face seeing that he still hasn't come back from cloud 9. He blinks his eyes twice and shakes his head. "Did you lose control over yourself or what?"

Taeil sits on the edge panting heavily seeing that he is still so hard. Ignoring her complains he gets up. "I'll be back."

Still panting Yoon-ah leans back into the bed now covering her sweaty body. She'll shower later, there's something she wants to ask. Taeil comes back inside the room, his shaft a little deflated but still so heavy. Damn, since when did...

"That was really good," she leans her head on her arm and opening up the blanket for Taeil to dive in, which he does. "I've never seen you fuck like that,"

"Sorry about that," Taeil looks at her up and down lingering his eyes on her bust. Truly Yoon-ah was no joke, but after some encounters with the girl in the basement he knew that Yoon-ah couldn't compare anymore.

"Don't apologize for pleasing me," she smirks leaning on her back to get her charging phone. Taeil moans and lays his head on her chest trailing light kisses. "Taeil that feels so good," she voices out. "But I gotta show you something,"

"What?"

"In our town, everyone is afraid of you guys right," she states and Taeil leans back on his side nodding his head but still letting his finger move all over her figure. "And I know for certain that even if Taeyong isn't mine, I'm the only one who can fuck him, and you," she bites her lip smirking at the thought of having that power. "No other girl can even dare to step foot in your presence, so I wanna know..."

She points her phone in Taeil's face with a photo of large round boobs and Taeyong's veiny hand cupping one boob. Taeil also sees, what looks like to be semen on her boobs and instantly knows who it is.

"Who is she?" Yoon-ah asks. "Who is this bitch? This fucking whore who slept with my man?"

Taeil lifts his brow up smirking at her jealousy. "Why do you want to know?"

"I wanna set her right." Yoon-ah deadpans. "Who does she think she is, sleeping with him? Does she not know only I have access to him? Has she forgotten who is in charge in this town?"

Taeil chuckles laying back on her chest ignoring her complain. But he doesn't know that in Yoon-ah's head she's only planning to find out who the whore is and make her pay.

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