Everything seemed to have been leading up to this - this moment, this day.
This date.
He wanted it to be perfect, romantic, everything that Jinyoung deserved. So he’d decided upon something fun. The amusement park. They’d ride silly teacup rides and ride the bumper cars, and Mark would win him a plushy and buy him cotton candy. He’d then take him on the ferris wheel as the sun began to set, and as the sky glowed orange behind their heads he’d end the date with a simple, innocent kiss, to convey the affection he felt for the boy.
It had to be perfect.
Perfect simply for the most important boy in Mark’s life.
took like 4 hours omg I have homework why did I agree to this
☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed
His heart hammered, reminding him of how alive he was - even if he felt like the life had been sucked right out of him, leaving slowly with Jinyoung’s. The boy lay before him, pale - paler than he usually was; the sort of pale that left skin almost see through, like paper. He wanted to hold him, to tell him it was going to be okay - that he was going to be okay - but he felt as if his throat had closed up. He only realised why a few seconds later.
He was trying so hard not to cry.
“Jin…” His voice croaked and broke off as he lowered into the seat beside the white bed, gripping the younger’s hand and almost bursting into sobs at how cold he was, his fingers like ice.
For the first time he genuinely felt like he’d be okay dying. Dying right there with the boy he loved.
♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle
I don’t wanna kick this at all
I want you to want me, that’s all
But we don’t know how yeah we don’t know how
Why?
Why did Jinyoung insist on walking around the apartment topless? He really couldn’t blame Mark for staring, he brought it upon himself with that colourful tattoo that no one would expect a boy like Jinyoung to have painted so beautifully on his pretty pale skin. It was no wonder Mark found himself wanting things he really shouldn’t want.
It sounds great and fresh, shawty ain’t it? I’ll take you to the mall
Buy clothes, what you wanted any day you can call
Goddamn, Mark would do anything for this boy - he just had to ask. He’d buy him anything, say anything. It was new and unfamiliar, the feelings that he felt for the boy, but they compelled him to lay himself out under the boy like a red carpet - he’d be honoured to let that boy walk all over him.
☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day
He half expected Jinyoung to come out in a wedding dress - though he was so nervous he probably wouldn’t have even laughed. His palms were sweaty and he had the urge to wipe them on his thighs, but you can’t really do that very discreetly while stood at the altar in front of all your friends and family.
He looked to the spot where he parents would have sat, the space filled by his grandparents, and he knew that though they weren’t there in physical form, they were there in spiritual, watching their son on the happiest day of his life.
The music began to play and his heart skipped a beat.
Then his eyes landed on Jinyoung, beaming from ear to ear, his eyes scrunched up till they were almost shut and Mark couldn’t help but beam right back, because god he loved that smile.
They probably should have thought more about what surname they’d take, but for now they were simply Mark and Jin, and the world felt as if it were made for the two of them as they made a promise Mark knew without a doubt he’d be more than able to keep.
☺ my muse trying to piss yours off
Mark sat, Bich in his arms, grinning widely as he licked his face.
“Aw, you love me, right Bich?” The kitten mewed. Mark had found Bich to be a very vocal kitten, usually responding when words where directed at her, and he had endless fun conducting little meaningful conversations with her.
“Far more than Jinnie, right?” A mischievous smirk settled on his lips and ha glanced to the other end of the couch where his roommate sat typing away on his latpop. A frown had settled on his face, but he kept typing.
The kitten mewed in agreement.
“Oh you do? Ah, I love you more than Jinyoungie too!” Mark couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled past his lips as Jinyoung set his laptop down on the coffee table, then stood up and walked over to Mark, taking the kitten from his arms and walking off to his room, calling just before he closed his door,
“She loves me way more than she loves you! Go love up your telescope if you’re that desperate for love that you’d try to steal my cat.”
ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“How was I supposed to know you weren’t allowed to swim in it?!”
“Jin, everyone knows you can’t swim in the President’s fountain!”
シ my muse walks in on your naked
Oh god. Why can’t he stop staring? Why are his eyes glued on Jinyoung’s pale skin, his eyes trailing over every dip and curve and they’re both frozen in place. Why didn’t he knock?! Why had he just burst into the younger’s room unannounced?
Whatever the reason he was there, it didn’t matter anymore, not when Jinyoung was stood stark naked in front of him and Mark knew if he let his eyes drop downwards he’d be gone for, because the sight was something he’d only ever imagined - and god was it better than in his head.
With a jolt he found himself able to move - and he backed out faster than he’d ever moved before.
“Sorry sorry sorry!”
Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked
He wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but the way Jinyoung’s eyes locked on his exposed flesh sent his heart thumping. For some reason he wished Jinyoung would keep staring, maybe even comment.
But then logic took over and he realised he was willingly standing in front of his roommate naked at this point. So grabbing a blanket off his bed he hurriedly held it up in front of him, shielding most of himself from view.
“Sorry!”
Why was he apologising when Jinyoung was the one who walked in on him?
ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours
Dear Jinyoungie,
I know you don’t like being alone, and I’m sorry, but it’s only for a month. I would have asked you to come, but I know you like the sun, and you probably wouldn’t enjoy the snow and cold weather, even though it’s cold and snowy in Fantasia as well, or it was, it’s getting warmer now.
But I had to see the Northern Lights, Jin. I just had to, and this opportunity doesn’t come often, for me at least. Time off work meant I could finally go and see them, but I didn’t want to uproot you and make you take time off work too. Look after Sirius and Dawn for me while I’m away. I’ll see you soon.
From Mark x
♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss
He knew he was rambling. Rambling on like he always did when talking about astronomy. But he was abruptly cut off mid sentence as he felt soft, plump lips against his cheek. Slowly turning his head his eyes fell on Jinyoung, who he’d just moments ago been talking at about Orion’s Belt.
Did he just kiss him?
Was Mark blushing?
۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up
What on Earth was he going on about now? Jinyoung did this a lot, it seemed. Rant about something or other, and though Mark never listened, he was quite content just watching for the younger boys plump lips moved as he spoke.
He’d had enough of the slightly too loud words that feel from Jinyoung’s far too tempting lips, so he decided to quieten him.
Taking the youngers face between his palms he pulled him closer and pressed his lips to the soft pair before him.
Well, it worked.
ღ a forehead kiss from my muse
Clumsy. Jinyoung tended to be clumsy, and Mark was forever patching the boy up. Again he’d tripped and knocked his head into a doorframe - last week he’d tripped and banged his shin on the coffee table and Mark had come home to find him whining pathetically about the ‘huge’ bruise on his leg, which was actually the size of a fifty pence piece.
Jinyoung was sprawled across the couch once again - his frequented place of whining, eyes squeezed closed and pathetic noises coming from him, which Mark just shook his head and smiled at. Such a drama queen.
Upon a sudden impulse Mark leant down and left a feather light kiss to the already purpling bruise, ignoring the strangled whine that left the younger.
“Oh be quiet it’s just a bump - you’re not dying!”
유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse
“Why won’t you speak to me? Is it because I let Bich sleep at the end of my bed last night?”
Frustrating. Jinyoung was so frustrating when he gave Mark the silent treatment - so Mark would get his own back. Slowly crawling across the couch to the younger who sat with his arms crossed over his chest and a crease between his brows, and slowly shifted one legs over his till he was sat straddling his lap. He ignored the look of shock on the boys face as he leant in to graze his lips over the shell of Jinyoung’s ear, before breathing his next words.
“Why won’t you tell me what I did wrong?”
♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses
“Aren’t you excited?!”
The snow covered ground wasn’t exactly easy to walk in - the thick white blanket reaching up to mid calf, but Mark loved it, even if he couldn’t quite feel his toes anymore.
Upon looking over at the shivering younger, puffer coat making him look, to Mark, utterly adorable.
Jinyoung clearly wasn’t excited.
? my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask
His heart thumped against his chest and he felt like he was going to be sick. He knew exactly what the answer he was looking for was, and he hoped to god that was the one he recieved. He didn’t think he could deal with the other falling from the youngers lips, it would hurt too much.
“Jinyoung...Is there really nothing going on between you and Sunggyu?”
◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised
Mark was a pacifist, most of the time. But he didn’t think he’d find it hard at all to inflict the pain upon whoever had done this to Jinyoung. To whoever had left his precious Jin bruised and hurting.
He’d get them, and he’d made them regret every laying a finger on the younger boy. But at that moment Jinyoung needed him, and like always, Mark would patch up his wounds and kiss them better, telling him he was going to be okay and they would heal.
♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse
“I can’t believe you just did that... You could have died!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t, and wasn’t it cool?”
“Doing a triple backflip off a high wall onto concrete is not cool...well maybe it is but you still could have died!”
❅ my muse rescues yours
“The next time you walk out into the road without looking and I have to rescue you from getting hit by a lorry, I’m not cooking your dinner for a month.”
● my muse’s turn offs
Smoking.
No body wants to kiss an ash tray.
○ my muse’s turn ons
Tattoos (coughcough) preferably watercolour
Breathing on his neck
△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match
Oh god. Mark was going to hell. Why did Jinyoung have to have such bad stamina? The way the younger was panting, face flushed and hair all over the place had thoughts running through Mark’s mind that he really shouldn’t be thinking.
Oh god.
That wasn’t good.
He just hoped Jinyoung wouldn’t feel the obvious arousal brushing against his thigh as he hovered over Mark.
⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey
“You sure?”
“Yes! I’ve never had one before and I’m curious about what it’s like!”
“Alright then..”
And Mark proceeds to suck a dark purple bruise into the side of the youngers neck, which he later admires, wondering whether Jinyung would ever let him give him any more - he’d seemed to enjoy the process of Mark placing the first on his skin, he surely wouldn’t protest to another.
☎ my muse drunk dials your muse
“Jinyoungiiiieee... where are youuuu? ......Huh? Noooo, of course not! .... No, come home noooow! ... But I misssss you, and Bich misses you ... Pleeasseee Jinyoungie? ..... I’ll give you a blow job ... no, I’m seeriouss ... okaay! See you sooonn! Mwah!”
✈ our muses on a flight together
Mark was only slightly worried he was going to break Jinyoung’s hand from how tightly he was holding it.
It wasn’t his fault he was deathly afraid of flying. At least he had Jinyoung with him, it at least made it slightly easier to endure.
♡ my muse flirts with your muse
“Did you know that when penguins find their mate they stay together for the rest of their lives?”
“No, why are you-”
“Wanna be my penguin?”
☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together
He had to get them them out. He had to at least save Jinyoung, even if he couldn’t save himself.
“Hurry! Go! Run Jin!”
“I’m not leaving you!”
“I said go! Just do it!” Mark’s hands felt as if they were melting as he held up the beam of wood that had fallen down blocking their paths, and he could only keep it up long enough for one of them to escape, and it had to be Jinyoung.
He wouldn’t let the boy die in the flames - he’d sacrifice himself for him, without a second thought.
❂ a new years eve memory from my muse
The countdown started and Mark knew exactly what he wanted to do when the clock struck midnight, but he wasn’t almost certain he wouldn’t do that.
6
Mark reached out towards Jinyoung’s hand.
5
Slowly he brushed his fingertips against the younger palm.
4
He kept his eyes fixed on the sky, waiting for the fireworks
3
He almost completely pulled his hand away, keeping his little finger trailing along the side of the others
2
He curled his pinkie finger around Jinyoungs
1
He gave a light tug to his finger, turning his head and beaming at the younger.
Somehow he felt that might have meant even more than what he’d first planned to do.
✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone
Name: 신선한 공기 의 호흡 ( A breath of fresh air )
Icon: Jinyoung sleeping with Bich on his chest
Ringtone: A piano piece he wrote for Jinyoung but never told him about
◙ a christmas gift from my muse
Paints
A ridiculously large pile of books
A star named after Jinyoung
₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together
He knows Jinyoung hates storms, hated the angry, grey clouds and the way they blocked out sunlight - it made him mopey, and Mark didn’t like mopey Jinyoun.
So he dragged him to the couch and wrapped him up in a blanket with Mark, playing with his hair to take his mind of the rumbling coming from outside, and he hoped he could calm the younger boy as much as the rumbling and pattering of the rain against the windows calmed him.
♐ my muse hearing your muse scream
He was stood in Jinyoung’s bedroom doorway within seconds, baseball bat in hand and eyes wide with worry and fear.
Had someone broken in and tried to murder the boy?
Well, not exactly. Jinyoung was sat up in bed, eyes wide and a light sheen of sweat covering his skin, hair stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily, and Mark knew instantly he’d had a nightmare. Dropping the bat he crossed the room in a few strides, taking the younger in his arms and holding him to his chest, hands carding through his hair as he whispered ‘It’s okay, I’m here, it was just a dream’ over and over.
♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave
It’d been a while since his last visit and the flowers he’d brought previously lay withered - dead.
They looked exactly like how he felt.
He’d been in a state of numbness since Jinyoung’s passing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t belong in the realm of the living anymore - he belonged with Jinyoung, wherever he may be.
“Hey Jinnie, it’s been a while, hasn’t it. I’m sorry, things have been a little busy. I got a promotion, so I’m teaching more famous groups now...I don’t like them, they’re pretty stuck up. But the money’s good, I guess. Bich is doing well. Sirius is still ruining the furniture, and Dawn still doesn’t like anyone but me...She misses you...
I miss you.
It...doesn’t feel right anymore, the apartment. It feels...to empty, to big without you there. I don’t like it.
I’m going back to Iceland next month, to study the Northern Lights with a scientist I got in touch with. I guess I’m looking forward to it.
I saw a new star in the sky a while ago...Well, the day after you left actually. It shine’s really brightly, and it twinkles whenever I look at it.
Is it you, Jin?
Are you my star?”
☩ a dream my muse has about your muse
Soft skin against his own. Hot breath upon his neck and lips, tongues entangled with each other. Pleasure, nothing but sheer pleasure at being wrapped up in the younger boy, not knowing where he ends and the other begins. It’s perfect, and he wants to hold onto it for as long as he can.
But then he’s awake, and he has a little problem down south.
✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down
Bich had been missing for half of the day. Jinyoung had let her out in the garden to do her business and returned to the apartment for some reason or other, before going back to bring her back inside, only he apparently hadn’t been able to find her.
“She was gone! She was completely gone, Mark! What if she ran away?! What if someone kidnapped her?! Oh god, oh god, oh god...”
“Hey! Calm down, it’s okay, I’m sure she’s fine.” Mark brought his hand to the back of the others neck and brought his head to his chest, carding his fingers soothingly through the thick, dark locks.
“We’ll go and look for her once you’ve calmed down a bit, okay. She won’t have gone far, she’s a smart cat, don’t worry.”
✝ a confession from my muse to yours
“I was thinking of getting a tattoo to match yours...”
✠ our muses watching the stars together
Mark couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do with Jinyoung than watch the stars. Taking him to a secluded spot on a hill he frequented and laying atop the bonnet of his car he gazed into the night sky, reaching out to curl his pinkie finger with Jinyoung’s as he spoke about all the stars and pointed out his favourite ones to the younger boy.
“Your mum was right, you are kind of like the Big Dipper. You’re important, and special, at least to me you are anyway...”
♗ a kiss on the nose
“Stop trying to be cute, I’m not making anymore cupcakes!”
“But Maaarrrk!” Jinyoung was being sickeningly cute, pouting at the elder and batting his eyelashes. He’d just devoured half of the batch of cupcakes Mark had made to take to work the next day, before hiding the other half so he couldn’t eat them as well. But now he expected Mark to make more, and Mark was frankly exhausted, so no, he wasn’t going to.
What he was going to do however was cup the younger’s cheeks and bring him closer before pressing a kiss to the end of his nose.
“No.”
♙ a kiss on a bruise
“You’re so goddamn clumsy sometimes. You need to stop bashing yourself on things - you’ll fall apart soon!”
“I can’t help it!”
With a shake of his head Mark leant down to press a kiss to the bruise forming on Jinyoung’s bicep, smiling softly a the youngers knack for hurting himself - it was cute, in some way.
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"You belong to me
“My roommate. Mine, mine, mine!” Mark pinned Jinyoung down on the couch, pouting playfully. “Not Sunggyu’s or Sunhwa’s! Mine!”
"You make me so hot"
Mark pushed at the clinging boy as he tried to glue himself to his side. The heat had been left on and the covers pushed back - Mark was sweating and as much as he might like having Jinyoung curled into his side at night, he didn’t appreciate the extra body heat seeping into his skin.
"Please don’t leave"
Mark had stopped Jinyoung at the front door, back pressed to the wood and pleading look in his eyes as he stared the younger down.
“Don’t dare leave. Not again. I need you here, as much as you think I don’t, I do. I need you, Jin.” He wasn’t sure why the younger kept spending nights away, ignoring Mark’s texts and phone calls, but he wouldn’t let him do it this time, not again.
"Who did this to you?"
Hair messy. Eye socket angry shades of purples and blues. A split lip.
Jinyoung was a mess.
“Oh my god, who did this to you?!” Mark’s hands flew to the others cheeks, though only holding with a delicate touch as his eyes scanned over the beaten and bruised features, contorted with pain.
He’d make sure whoever did this came off far worse when he was done with them.
"What happened last night"
Why were they both only in their underwear? Why did his bedroom smell...funny?
The bottle of vodka on his nightstand, almost completely empty was enough to give away that they’d been drunk, but it still didn’t shed light on what happened while they were drunk. He could only imagine - and he couldn’t help but let his thoughts run a little wild.
"Lets just have a lazy day"
Mark nuzzled his face into the side of the younger’s chest. He hadn’t been able to sleep, even after he’d stared up at the stars, so he’d found himself in Jinyoung’s bed, and he really didn’t want to get up.
“Just stay here with me, just for today...Pleeeasse.”
"I’m pregnant"
He was drunk, clearly. Swaying from side to side he stood at Jinyoung’s bedroom door, honestly believing he was, in fact, pregnant.
“I don’t even know” hiccup “how it happened!”
"Let’s get you to bed."
Jinyoung had been dozing off, head propped against Mark’s shoulder for over half an hour - it was clear he was trying hard not to fall asleep.
“Let’s get you to bed.” His voice came soft as he slowly shifted to stand and tugged the other to his feet, arms coming to wind around him for extra support as he led him to his bedroom.
Mark was too tired to leave, however, so he just slept there, with Jinyoung.
He wouldn’t mind.
"Do you trust me?"
Mark stared straight into the boys eyes as he positioned him on the safety mat.
“Just do as I told you. Jump and lean back, your body follows you head, and don’t forget to bring your knees in slightly, to help with momentum and for a more comfortable landing.”
Teaching tricking had never been so nerve wracking - he hated to think Jinyoung could hurt himself doing this.
Thankfully he was there to make sure absolutely nothing bad happened.
He’d only just moved into his apartment in Fantasia a week prior and was looking for a job. On one of the rare afternoons he let himself take a break from job hunting and interviews he found himself in a small cafe tucked into a quiet part of the city, the atmosphere comforting and warm.
It was then he’d seen the man - hair windswept and messy, but suited him perfectly. Dressed in skinny jeans and a band hoodie. Just something about him was captivating and drew Mark in - and it seemed the other felt the same when he asked for Mark’s number without any warning - Mark had been staring almost every second, and he hadn’t once seen the man look his way.
It was a whirlwind romance - fast paced and passionate; it took his breath away.
It never went much further than a crush for him, and it seemed it might not have even gone that far for the other. Every touch Mark laid on him meant something, but he could feel that in every touch the man let upon Mark’s skin held no meaning.
It was short, but it was probably the closest Mark had ever come to loving someone - he had nothing to measure it with; he’d never been in love before.
The only thing he truly loved was the stars, and he planned to keep it that way after the man left him in the rubble of their relationship, wondering where it had all gone wrong.
✓ name at least two people who can trust them with their life
Jinyoung
Seohyun
☾ on a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?
Sat by the open window in his bedroom, eyepiece of his telescope pressed to his eye, Mark stares up at the stars. Sleep was far from his mind as he let his eyes rest on Orion’s belt and the moon and every bright star and constellation, naming them as he goes.
Or he sits at his piano or with his violin and plays until his ears ring with the notes that drift through the air.
☎ list three or more people they would call out for during an emergency
"No you don't. Don't say that...Seriously, Jin - don't." He wasn't sure if the younger knew how much those words hurt, how much it felt as if they were glass slicing into his chest. You never expect your best friend to say those words with such a serious tone, and if they ever do it leaves a nasty taste in your mouth and a ringing in your ears - Mark felt that, strongly.
"I love you."
"You...You what?" Mark's jaw hung slack, his heart suddenly beating ten times faster and his hands growing clammy. The three words lodged themselves in the forefront of his mind and refused to budge. He couldn't possibly mean it. Of course, best friends 'loved' each other, but the way the words fell from Jinyoung's lips left him worried he might not mean it that way.
{- txt; 내 마크 } pls pick up orange juice. {- txt; 내 마크 } we are all out im crying {- txt; 내 마크 } i'll do anything - {- txt; 내 마크 } just get me my juiceeeeeee;;;;;;
[ ✉ ━ 신선한 공기 의 호흡 ] Okay okay I’ll get some on the way home. [ ✉ ━ 신선한 공기 의 호흡 ] I’m leaving the studio now [ ✉ ━ 신선한 공기 의 호흡 ] why are you so obsessed with this damn juice?
"Get off me." --"Get your ass in here now"--"Leave me alone"--"What’s a soulmate?" []cackles at the last one ewe []
"Get off me."
"No, you're comfortable." Jinyoung had been laid face first on the couch reading - as always, when Mark decided he looked rather more comfortable than the couch, and had lain right on top of him. He was right, the younger was more comfortable than the couch, even if his shoulder blade was digging into Mark's chest, his warmth was enough to overrule that small detail.
"Get your ass in here now."
"What did I do this time?" His words fell from his lips in a drawn out groan, hunching his shoulders as he shuffled into the younger's bedroom. Always getting nagged at for something, Mark was used to being called into Jinyoung's room for a 'meeting', which only resulted in Mark getting told off for his late nights watching the sky, Jinyoung taking no blame for the mess (which really was all his).
"Leave me alone."
"But I'm worried about you, Jin." Jinyoung hardly ever told Mark to 'leave him alone' - it had turned into a sort of indicator for Mark, like a fluorescent, blinking sign reading 'something's wrong'.
"What's a soulmate?"
The question lodged itself in his brain and for once he felt as if he were unable to answer one of Jinyoung's questions. "I'm not sure. I've been told they're someone who is made for you - who might not always agree with you, but in the long run you make each other better people, and nothing can separate you. Even oceans can't keep you apart. They say you're always together at heart, even before you've met, but I don't know from personal experience. Why do you ask?"
nanastared at him, throat going dry. her expressive eyes were confused – surprised.she didn’t thought he would discover that so quickly. she swallowed, her handputting a strand of hair behind her ear. “you see, i…” she was embarrassed. redpainted her cheeks as she looked at jr, searching for any trace of forgivenessin his eyes. “i’m so sorry, jr. i swear i’ll buy you another package of cookies”
