System! This Prince Doesn't Want To Be An Idol Popstar!

“You’ve been biting me a lot,” his friend stated walking toward him, “Ever since the party. No. Don’t even say it’s nothing. Do you want to see how many times you bit me?!”

The older male took off his shirt and pants to reveal the marks along his shoulders, arms, even his thigh. Ping stared and stared some more, before he narrowed his eyes on a spot of skin that he wanted to mark.

“Stop.”

“…”

“Ah Ping,” Wen Dong dropped his shoulders and frowned sadly, “Do you hate me?”

Ping’s green eyes widened and he shook his head, confused as to why his friend would ask such a thing.

“Then why are you biting me?”

“Mine.”

“…”

“…”

“Uh… tell me more than that, baby Ping.”

“You are mine. No one else.”

Wen Dong blinked and blinked. Scratching the back of his head, he didn’t understand what Ping Ping was trying to say. Sometimes the boy seemed to lose his words and speak like a baby. Glancing at his healing bites from the boy, he looked over at the pinkette.

“So… then what is this? You marking me or something?”

“Yes,” Ping nodded with determination, “I saw on my phone that is how to show you are mine.”

“Eh?! What the hell are you watching? Show me.”

They sat down on the bed and Ping pulled out his phone to show the video he was watching. Ping was watching something not for his age. Ping was watching a man and woman. Ping was watching them kissing. Ping was watching them-

“Ah Ping! What the hell! How did you get this video?! Did someone send it to you?!”

Wen Dong could not believe that his dear little Ping Ping had… was watching…

“Ah~ Yes~” The video of the woman moaned and Wen Dong quickly stopped it.

He exited it and cleared the history and blocked the site and all the sites and-

“Come on!” Wen Dong gritted out when Ping had bent down to bite his thigh.

When the boy was done, he stared at Ping who was staring at him. Running his fingers through curly pink hair, he tugged the back of the hair lightly. He sighed and shook his head.

“How did you get the video.”

“I searched and it showed,” Ping confessed and moved closer to wrap around him.

“What did you search up?”

“How to mark someone you love.”

“…”

“…”

“Oh my gawd,” Wen Dong chuckled and patted the boy’s cheek, “You don’t have to bite me, you know. I love you too.”

“But,” Ping held on tighter to his very good friend, “I want people to know you are mine, Ah Dong.”

“Hah, you gonna marry me or something?” Wen Dong laughed and Ping didn’t reply, causing the older male to laugh harder.

“Fine, you can bite me, but you have to ask first, got it?”

“Mm.”

“Now,” Wen Dong grinned and cupped the cubby cheeks, “Where should I mark you, hm?”

Ping Ping flushed and shut his eyes tightly. He doesn’t really like pain and he knew he bit pretty hard on his good friend. He felt his sleeve pulled up to reveal his shoulder and teeth touched his skin. They pressed against his skin and then, it was removed. Blinking his big green eyes, he saw Wen Dong pulled away.

“There. Good?”

“Did you… mark me?”

“Yup. You belong to me now, baby Ping. Good luck getting rid of me.”

Wen Dong laughed and went to throw his clothes back on. Ping Ping watched and his lips curled into a grin, before he ran to jump onto his friend’s back. Wen Dong was his. Shun was his gege. He was happy.

==

Taemeng and Kaiden were currently staring at a giggling Shun. They looked at one another before looking back at their leader grinning like a fool.

“Is our leader dating someone?” Kaiden questioned leaning toward the dancer.

“He’s been acting like this since after the party,” Taemeng mentioned quietly.

“Mm,” Kaiden leaned closer toward the dancer to whisper, “I would ask Heeang, but he is still mad at me.”

“Why don’t you ask Shun?” The dancer questioned turning to see how close the idol was.

“But Ah Tae,” Kaiden turned to him, “He looks really happy, doesn’t he? I just hope it doesn’t make him lose focus.”

Taemeng glanced at their leader and nodded. He turned to the raven haired male and opened his mouth, but the sound of a scream startled him. In doing so, the dancer stumbled of his chair and bumped into Kaiden. They were falling and stumbling, before they tumbled onto the floor. Kaiden groaned and looked at the dancer.

He stared into golden eyes and they didn’t move for a moment. The sound of a flash caught their ears and they quickly turned to see Shun grinning. Ears warming up, Taemeng quickly got off and went to reach for Shun’s phone, but the silver haired male laughed pulling the hand away.

“Xiong Shun-”

“I just sent it to you two!” Shun grinned and looked over to thumbs up Mikey who had screamed earlier.

Returning the gesture, the lanky male didn’t know why Shun was grinning at him. He screamed earlier because he had dropped the 2-liter soda on his toe. It was throbbing, but his best friend Heeang was holding the icepack on his poor bruised toe.

Kaiden who went to look at his phone to see what Shun sent, was staring at the image that the leader took. He hummed and stared at the picture of Taemeng and him on the floor. He glanced up to see the dancer with cheeks flushed chasing after a laughing Shun around the room. He smiled and called out to the muscled man.

“Ah Tae,” Kaiden waved his phone with the image, “Shun is a good photographer.”

“What?” Taemeng furrowed his brows and stopped his chase. He went over to look at the picture and he found his face warming up. He looked at Kaiden who was smiling at him, unperturbed that the picture… they looked like…

“D… Delete it.”

“Eh? But you look so handsome,” the raven haired group male grinned, “We should post it.”

“What?!”

“Our fans would be happy to see how close we are,” Kaiden explained, “We could caption it as a meme. It would be fun.”

Shun was grinning from where he was and watched the dancer and the eldest in the room. They were talking and looking at the phone. He laughed to himself and deleted the picture from his phone. He shouldn’t have it since Taemeng was so adamant to grab his phone. He texted Suu Jin the event that just happened and he didn’t receive a reply, but that was okay. He knew the pinkette was busy.

But he would always get a reply.