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Yuta thinks he’s finally losing it when he glimpses an all too familiar face in the crowd.
He’s had two drinks. He absolutely could be hallucinating, but when the crowd shifts again, and he meets a pair of eyes that he hadn’t seen in years.
He’s moving before he even thinks about it, leaving the chair he’d been perched on at the bar.
“Markie?” Yuta breathes out, stepping away from his friends and going towards Mark without hesitation. “Oh my- You’ve gotten so tall!” His hands come up to pinch his cheeks like he used to and he’s pleasantly surprised when Mark doesn’t fight it like he used to as a teen.
“Hi oppa.” Mark murmurs, and fuck, his voice is much deeper than Yuta remembers.
“What are you doing here, kid?” He questions, already reaching up to fix Mark’s hair for him. Old habits die hard, he guesses. He doesn’t miss how Mark’s cheeks flush the same way they did years ago. “You can’t be old enough to drink.”
“I’m twenty-three.” Mark’s eyes narrow the same way Yuta is used to, and he can’t help the grin that appears on his lips at the sight. “I’m in my second year of college.” Always so quick to defend himself- to make himself look much more mature than his age.
Yuta shakes his head, letting his eyes drift over Mark’s shoulder. He meets eyes with a few boys that look like they’re around Mark’s age or younger. “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” He asks teasingly, looking back to Mark, who still has his eyes narrowed at him.
“No.” He says simply, not even bothering to look at the guys behind him. “They’ll try to take you from me.”
Yuta blinks a few times, the weight of Mark’s words settling in. A soft laugh escapes him, and he reaches up to ruffle his hair as he looks past Mark again. “Hi, I’m Yuta. I used to babysit Mark-”
“Dude, I was fourteen!” Mark interrupts and Yuta just dramatically rolls his eyes at him.
“And I was a legal adult! You were a fetus.” It’s easy to fall back into old bickering with Mark, almost too easy. “You had your cute little braces and always needed help on homework-”
“Dude!”
“Wait- you said you were Mark’s babysitter?” One of them speaks up and Yuta gets a mischievous grin.
“The one and only.” He confirms, glancing back to see the blush on Mark’s cheeks darken and his eyes dart back and forth between Yuta and his friend that’s finally speaking.
“Oh my god.” Another one breathes out, staring at Yuta with wide eyes. “You’re the one. The blueprint for Mark’s type in men-”
“Jeno don’t you dare-”
“It makes sense now why he’d have a praise kink from you.” The first guy speaks up again, raking his eyes over Yuta’s body. “You’re hot.”
“Oh?” Yuta breathes out, turning back to Mark, who’s actively facing away from him now. Cute.
“I’m Haechan,” The first speaks up, a sly grin beginning to pull at his lips. “Or Donghyuck, whichever you prefer. I bet you’d be even hotter with your cock down my thr-”
“Oh my god- Quit it!” Mark spins back around, glaring daggers at his friend- Donghyuck. Yuta’s eyebrows shoot up at the explicit offer and, more importantly, Mark’s reaction to it. “Stop coming onto him!”
“What? It’s not like you’re going to.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, raising his hand to pick at his nails, unbothered. “Offer still stands, though.” Their eyes meet again and Yuta stifles a laugh at the back of his hand.
“Ignore him, please.” Mark groans out, stepping in between them. His eyes are on the edge of frantic, searching over Yuta’s face for any sign that he’s interested in one of his friends. ”They’re lying, oppa. It’s not like that.”
Yuta tilts his head to the side a bit, fixing all his attention on Mark as a small, knowing smile curls the corners of his lips. It’s always been like this, after all. Mark is a horrible liar and even worse at controlling or hiding his feelings towards something.
“You know, Mark.” He starts, stepping closer until he can speak low enough for only Mark to hear the conversation. “You’re still so cute. If it was you offering, I’d consider it.”
Mark completely freezes, giving away that his friends were telling the truth to some extent. He’s staring at Yuta with big, disbelieving eyes. “Don’t joke like that.” Is what he finally settles on saying, earning another eye roll from Yuta.
“Hm, too bad.” He hums, giving Mark a very obvious up and down, staring a little too long. “I guess I’ll see you around then, Markie.” Yuta knows the effect he has on men that are weaker than Mark. He knows Mark will run himself into the ground thinking about it, and if Mark is actually still interested in him, he’ll find him again.
He turns and walks away, leaving Mark in favor or rejoining his own friends at the bar.
The uproar of Mark’s friends behind him is satisfying enough to make it worth offering.
When Yuta sees him again, he’s outside the same bar a week later.
“Oppa?”
It’s barely there to where Yuta considers he’s hearing things. He looks up, though, and Mark is standing there at the opening of the alley. It’s so stupid how just the sight of him in a crop top nearly makes Yuta drop his cigarette.
“We meet again, Markie.” There’s a small chuckle laced into his words. “What are you doing here?”
Mark pauses, opening his mouth once before shutting it. A conflicted look flashes across his face before he takes a step further into the alley. Closer to Yuta. “I’m twenty-three. I can go to bars.”
It’s cute, honestly. The small pout on his lips is the same as when he was younger. “Yeah, you’ve told me.” Is all that Yuta offers for a moment, bringing the cigarette back to his lips and taking another slow drag in. Now that he’s looking at him without prying eyes watching both of him, Mark really grew up well. The small muscles he remembers are now toned and visible. He drags his eyes back up. “I mean, what are you doing out here?” He corrects, blowing the smoke out with his words.
How Mark’s eyes zero onto his lips is a little too dangerous for Yuta’s liking.
“I’ve heard…” Mark begins, trailing off for a moment as Yuta brings the cigarette back to his lips. “That you can- um, you can put them out on someone’s tongue? And it, like, doesn’t hurt?”
Yuta’s entire world skitters to a halt- who told Mark that?!
“I’ve kind of wanted to- you know.” He says, eyes going down to the ground as he loses his confidence.
“What did you want to do?” Yuta doesn’t know why he’s indulging him. It isn’t a good idea. Being this close to him again isn’t good. “Ask for it clearly. You know better.”
Mark’s eyes shoot back up to him in surprise, but Yuta just raises an eyebrow, waiting. “Would you do that for me, oppa?” He asks, stepping entirely too close for Yuta’s self-control right now. “I want to try it.”
Yuta looks him in the eyes and then blows smoke at him. “No.”
“But-”
“It’ll taste bad, Markie. So fucking bad.” He cuts in, shaking his head. “You don’t even smoke.”
“Oppa- I’m literally twen-”
“Twenty-three. I know.” Yuta rolls his eyes, trying to figure out what he’ll have to do if Mark is as bad as he used to be. “I’ll say yes to a lot of things, but burning you isn’t one of them.”
There’s a weird look in Mark’s eyes again, and Yuta doesn’t know if he likes it or not.
“My mouth is really wet, you know. I could take it.” Mark huffs but there’s a glint in his eyes, one Yuta knows all too well. It’s one he’s never been able to refuse. “Do you not like me anymore, oppa? Is that it?”
“Mark.” Yuta warns, one of his eyebrows twitching. Of course, Mark still remembers how to push him to get what he wants. “Don’t. It’s not happening.”
Mark blinks at him. “You still think I’m a kid.” He insists, a frown pulling at lips.
“I certainly do not.” Yuta huffs out a laugh. “You’re an adult, obviously.” He gives Mark a once over, not bothering to hide it when his eyes linger on Mark’s stomach a moment too long. “But you’ll always be the kid I babysat.”
“Well, do you think I’m pretty?” Mark asks, staring back at him with wide, glassy eyes that have always gotten him what he wants. It’s no different now.
“Maybe.” It’s all Yuta will offer. Well, at least for now.
Mark licks his lips, stepping closer. He’s only an arm’s length away. Yuta could reach out and touch him. “I want you to think I’m pretty.” The admission is shameless. Yuta flicks his cigarette. “I want you to want me the way I’ve always wanted you.”
“And how is that?”
“You already know.” Yuta does. He saw teenage Mark fall for him. He knows he had a huge crush on him. He didn’t hide it, but he also never pursued it. For Yuta, eighteen and graduating high school, it’d been cute in a little brother way. “They…” Mark begins, hesitating before pushing through what he’s thinking. “They weren’t lying.”
That is news to Yuta.
“Oh?” He breathes, eyebrows raising. “Exactly what do you want from me, Markie?”
“I want to be yours.” It’s so easy for him to say. It’s almost like he’s been waiting to find Yuta again to get this chance. “I want to be good for you.”
“You…” Yuta trails off, staring Mark down, the cigarette in his hand forgotten. “You’re sure?” He asks, earning a pouty look from Mark. “I need you to be sure. I’m not just a fun one-night stand, baby.”
He takes a mental note of the way Mark’s breath audibly catches at the pet name.
“Dude, I’ve wanted to rail you for like eight years.” Mark at least looks a little embarrassed to admit it. Yuta, on the other hand, is speechless. “I’ll take anything you give me, Oppa. I really want to say you’re mine, though.”
Yuta presses his tongue in his cheek, letting those words sink in before he sighs.
There isn’t much of the cigarette left, but he brings it to his lips anyway and breathes it in. “Well?” Yuta prompts, raising an eyebrow at Mark, who’s refocused on his mouth again. “Open up your mouth. Get all the spit you can on the center of your tongue.”
Mark is frozen for a few long seconds before blinking finally. He lets out a small noise as his mouth falls open without hesitation.
Yuta reaches behind him, brushing the burning filter against the bricks. There’s only a few sparks still burning when he reaches for Mark.
His free hand goes to the back of Mark’s head, tangling in his hair to lean his head back. Mark finally sticks out his tongue and shit- he really wasn’t lying. He’s already drooling enough for a line to roll down his chin.
Yuta takes a few seconds to just stare, watching Mark for any signs of hesitation, but when nothing comes, a small smile pulls at the edges of his lips. “After I do it, you’re going to spit everything out, right?”
Mark nods jerkily, eyes wide as saucers.
The cigarette hisses as soon as it touches the pool of saliva Mark made, easily going out and leaving just a bit of ash left. It’s worth it in the end for the whine that breaks from Mark as soon as it happens.
“Spit.” Yuta demands, letting go of his hair and moving to stomp on what’s left for good measure.
Mark does as he’s told, spitting a few times before straightening back up. He’s looking at Yuta like he’s hung the moon and stars. “You- Could- Can I kiss you?”
Yuta huffs out a laugh. “Yeah-”
He isn’t even done with the word before Mark is yanking him close and slamming their lips together. It isn’t graceful at all. Mark’s hands are twitching, trying to decide if he’s allowed to touch Yuta or not. The kiss itself is good, though. Mark kisses like it’s sex, drinking down everything Yuta will give him.
After a minute of letting him run wild, Yuta pulls back. “Alright, alright. Calm down, Markie.” Yuta says, surprising himself when a giggle escapes his lips as Mark tries to chase the kiss. “I’m not going to disappear.”
Mark blinks at him unfocused, before he finally lets out a breath. “Dude, I’ve waited like eight years for this.” A bright grin is pulling at his lips as reality settles in, though. “One more? Please?”
It’s so stupid. Yuta should say no and send him back inside where his friends are. He should, but he’s still weak even after all these years. “One.”
Mark doesn’t waste any time moving closer again, both of his hands coming up to tangle into Yuta’s shirt. This kiss is better. Mark takes his time pressing his lips against Yuta’s, even giggling when he accidentally bumps their noses together. The second Mark tries to slip his tongue into his mouth, though, Yuta breaks the kiss off.
“Give me your phone.” Yuta instructs, swallowing and watching how Mark’s eyes dart down to his adam’s apple.
“Huh?” Mark breathes out, staring for a bit too long before finally dragging his eyes back up to meet Yuta’s again.
“Your phone. Hand it over.”
As soon as he registers the request, Mark is letting go of his shirt and digging into his pocket for it. He hands it over with shaky hands, looking at Yuta like he expects to be praised for being so quick.
Yuta takes it, but raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to unlock it..?” He teases, a smile curling at the edge of his lips.
“Oh! Shit- sorry. Yeah, I- Hold on.” Mark rushes out, eyes wide as he retrieves the phone and types it in before rushing to put it back into Yuta’s hands.
“Cute.” Yuta chuckles, having to still navigate to his contacts before he can put his number in.
Mark almost glows at the comment. “Does this mean..?”
Yuta waits for him to continue as he hands the phone back. When nothing comes, Yuta fills the silence. “Think about it for a few days, Markie. Text me when you sort everything out on what exactly you want, alright?”
“Okay, Oppa.” Mark agrees, looking at him with those big eyes and Yuta nearly kisses him again. “You’re not going to disappear on me, right? If I text you, you promise to answer?”
“Of course, baby.” Yuta grins, ruffling Mark’s hair. The way the other’s eyes flutter shut at the touch is adorable. “You should go back inside. It is getting chilly out here and I’m heading home.”
Mark asks, his eyes flying open again. “Can I come?”
“No, go find your friends inside.” He says with a soft laugh, dropping his hand back to his side. “They’re probably worried about where you ran off to.”
“Fine.” Mark grumbles, a pout on his lips as he takes a step back. “Yuta?” He hums back in response, letting him know he’s listening. He’s walking backwards towards the entrance of the alley, away from Yuta. “I’m still in love with you.”
And then he fucking rounds the corner and vanishes, leaving Yuta frozen.
Yuta knew Mark wouldn’t wait, but he didn’t know he’d reach out this soon.
He’s in the middle of brushing his teeth when his phone lights up on the counter. The buzzing echoes through the bathroom and Yuta stares at the number warily. He doesn’t recognize it but he should answer, right? His mother would smack him for not answering phone calls.
He spits out the toothpaste, leaving the toothbrush on the sink when he picks up his phone. The other line is silent except for some background noise.
“Hello?” He offers, holding his phone with his shoulder as he goes back to rinsing the toothpaste off the brush. The phone nearly ends up in the sink, under the water, when the other person finally speaks up.
“Yuta.” The voice is small, a slight slur to his words. “Mm… Miss you.”
“Mark?” Yuta’s mind is blanking. “Did you get home safe?”
Mark makes a noise that Yuta guesses is a yes, and then there are clothes rustling. “Hyuk kept taking my phone. Kept saying not to call you.” Mark grumbles, audibly annoyed by that.
Yuta rakes through his mind to figure out who in the world Mark is talking about. “Donghyuck?” He asks, putting his toothbrush away and leaving the bathroom.
“Mhm.” Mark hums, taking a few seconds before he speaks again. “My roommate.”
“Sounds like he was looking out for you.” Yuta comments, taking his time walking back to the bedroom.
“No,” Mark immediately corrects. “He says I’m a… a horny drunk.” There’s a door opening and closing and Mark falls silent for a few seconds. “Which, like, he’s right but… I always want you- so it… it doesn’t count.”
Yuta has to reboot his brain to even consider a response. “Mark.” He prompts, earning a soft hum in response. “Did you call me to get off on my voice?”
It’s dead silent for a while this time, and Yuta nearly thinks the line got cut before Mark finally answers.
“Are you mad?” His voice is so tiny, so quiet that Yuta nearly trips over his own feet.
“No, baby.” Yuta answers immediately, hearing a sigh of relief from the speaker. “I wouldn’t be mad at you for this.”
“Can I… Am I allowed to get off to your voice?” Mark asks so politely, his tone so fragile that Yuta doesn’t even consider shutting him down. He should, but he won’t. Not tonight.
“If you need to, you can.”
Mark whines- he whines into the speaker and Yuta’s head spins. “I want to be good for you. So bad. Please let me be good-"
Yuta cuts off his rambling, a knowing smile pulling on his lips. “I know, Markie. You have my permission. Go ahead.”
There’s a choked out ‘fuck’ and then clothes rustling for a few seconds. “Talk to me- Please just… I want…” Yuta hears him spitting into his hand and it clicks into place what he wants.
“You’re being so perfect for me, aren’t you?” Yuta breathes out, dropping back onto his bed. “Such a good boy.”
He can hear the way Mark’s breath hitches before a moan is ripped from him.
“Poor thing.” Yuta murmurs. “Has no one been able to take care of you?’ He gets a whine in response that he takes as a solid no. “I’ve got you.”
Yuta really wishes he could see Mark after he says that, because the boy completely melts.
“Mm- fuck. I- Please please please.” His words come out in a drunken blur, his voice pitching higher.
“You’re doing good.” He praises, ignoring the way his pants are getting tighter. “Tighten your hand just a little-“ A sob is punched out of Mark, and Yuta knows he did. “There you go, baby.”
“Yuta.” The way Mark says his name is intoxicating. “I can’t- Please let me cum Oppa- please.”
“I’m not stopping you.” Yuta says with a soft chuckle. “Let go, Mark.”
The line gets messier as the sound of Mark writhing on his bed gets louder, like he can’t hold still. He’s continuously talking now, but a lot of it is muffled or cut off. Yuta can make out the words please and Yuta, but everything else is a mix of curses and fragments of pleas.
Mark nearly screams when he finishes, the sound of it burning itself into Yuta’s memory.
The line falls quiet again.
There’s a noise from Mark that pulls at Yuta’s heartstrings enough to blindside him.
“Markie?” He murmurs, phone still pressed against his ear. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice cracks horribly, but Yuta believes him. Mark can’t lie to save his life. “I haven’t… I’ve never cum that hard before.”
“Listen to me, alright?” Yuta requests, sitting up in the bed and staring at his socks. “Once you calm back down, go clean up-” There’s a sound of protest and Yuta sighs. “Don’t act like that. I’d do it but I’m not there to help.”
“You…” Mark speaks up, having to clear his throat. “You’d do that? For me?”
“Of course I would.” He scoffs, shifting off the bed and shuffling back to the bathroom. “Take care of yourself.”
“Alright.” Mark breathes out. “Okay. I’ll clean up.”
“Good.” Yuta sighs, leaning against the doorframe. “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Promise..?”
“I promise.” Yuta confirms, picking at the hem of his shirt. “Bye Markie.”
“Bye. Love you.”
The line cuts before Yuta can even process the confession.
He stands there for a good few minutes before he can make himself move, undressing and stepping into the shower. The knob is turned as far as it can go cold, freezing Yuta as he stands under the water.
It takes a while, but he only steps out once his heart rate calms back down. He won’t look at himself in the mirror- he can’t.
Guilt is biting at his ankles and he knows it’s only a matter of time before it swallows him whole.
Yuta wakes up to his phone insistently buzzing beside his head. He waits the first time out, sighing when it finally stops and he’s ready to go back to sleep when it starts again.
He’s tired, it’s his only day off for a week and he wanted to at least sleep in today.
“Hello-?”
“Yuta I am so sorry- Oh my god- You probably hate me- Why the fuck did I do that-“
“Slow down.” Yuta mumbles, reaching up to rub his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“I remember calling you last night- I’m so sorry, dude.”
That certainly wakes him up. “It’s okay, Markie. You were drunk.” He breathes, the hand moving from his face and running through his hair, trying to smooth it down.
“It’s not okay- I took advantage of you and you probably think that’s all I’m after now but- but like I’m in love with you.” Mark is rambling now, words coming out faster than Yuta’s barely awake brain can handle. “Not just you from then but also you now because you’re so nice and even prettier than I remember and I just- I ruined it. I fucking ruined it.”
Yuta lets out a breath, the guilt carried over from last night easing up a bit. “You didn’t ruin anything.” He pushes, sitting up and letting the blanket drop off of him. “You’re fine. We’re fine.”
“No- I should have listened to Hyuck. I made you uncomfortable- I’m so sorry.” He’s crying. Yuta can hear him sniffle, and it sends a bolt of panic through him.
“You’re not listening to me and I’m not arguing over the phone. How far do you live from downtown?” Yuta asks, already getting up and throwing on a shirt.
“But- Why?”
“Because I’m coming over.” Yuta doesn’t hesitate, there’s no room for any argument in his tone. “Text me your address.”
“You don’t have to-“
“Mark.” He pauses for a moment, pushing back the urge to snap at him for being so stubborn. “Send it.”
The line is quiet for a few seconds before the call drops.
Only a few seconds later, he gets a text with an address.
It’s only five minutes away from him. He makes it there in three.
He double checks the apartment number before knocking, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
Mark must have been waiting beside it because it immediately opens, revealing a very disheveled version of him.
Yuta was right, Mark is crying.
“You ca- can come in.” Mark stutters through his words, taking a step away from the door as if he’s allergic to Yuta.
“Oh, baby.” Yuta murmurs, stepping inside and shutting the door. He grabs Mark’s wrist and drags him closer to wrap his arms around him.
“Wait- No! Don’t touch me after I did that to you-“ Mark is protesting the whole way, but once Yuta locks his arms around his middle, all the fight drains out of him.
“Shut up.” Yuta shuts that down immediately, one of his hands rubbing circles on his back. “I’m not mad. You’re okay.”
“I shouldn’t have called you.” Mark is letting out little sniffles, clearly trying to calm himself down, but it isn’t working. “I waited years to find you again, and I fucking ruined it with one drunk night-“
“You didn’t ruin it, Mark.” Yuta cuts in, shaking his head. “I’m still here, aren’t I? I came all the way here so your stubborn ass would listen to me.”
“I feel so gross- Why would you even come here for that?” Mark mumbles, his tears overflowing again.
It’s breaking Yuta’s heart. “You’re overthinking this.” Yuta sighs, reaching one hand up to wipe at his tears. “I have every intention of getting to know you again. Last night has changed nothing.”
Mark finally let himself touch Yuta, his arms coming up to slowly wrap around his shoulders. “I think I’m reacting the right amount.” He says, stubborn as always, and it makes a smile appear on his lips.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Yuta says, rubbing his hand between Mark’s shoulder blades and watching as he melts from it. It’s nice to know that hasn’t changed. “Calm down, baby. It’s going to be okay.”
Finally, Mark seems to relent. His weight leans against Yuta as he tucks his face down against the elder’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, but this one is more soft. “I’ll listen. I didn’t mean to… To like- blow up on you like that.” Hands tangle into the collar of his shirt and Mark makes himself smaller to fit against Yuta like he used to when he’d get upset.
It’s quiet between them for a while as Mark calms down, the hand on his back never stopping moving. Eventually, he raises his head again, cheeks still wet but eyes mostly clear.
“I-”
“Babysitter?”
Both their heads snap to the side, staring back at a very confused Donghyuck. He’s pointing his phone charger at them as if it’s any sort of weapon. Yuta makes a noise in confirmation, feeling Mark’s hold on his shirt tighten.
“Do I want to know?” Donghyuck stares at Mark accusingly, lowering his hand. “Or can this wait until after class?”
“It can wait- I’m okay.” Mark speaks up and Donghyuck nods his head a few times.
“Okay. I expect to hear details when I get back, Mark Lee.” He points his charger at them one more time before he’s brushing by and slipping right out the door as fast as he’d appeared.
Silence blankets over them again for a moment before Yuta’s lips curl up into another smile.
“Are you staying?” Mark speaks up again, giving him those begging eyes that always have crumbled Yuta’s resolve.
“Do you want me to?” The answer is already clear to Yuta, but he asks out of necessity. He doubts he could pry Mark off of him soon after that scare. Thank God it’s his day off.
Mark looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “You’re still so cryptic, dude. Of course I do.” There’s a pout pulling at his lips and Yuta gets blindsided by just how much he wants to kiss the other boy. “I want to take a nap, but if you need to leave…”
“I can stay.” Yuta reassures him, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Lead the way, Markie.”
Mark beams at that, untangling himself from Yuta and straightening back up. It’s so odd to not have to look down to see him. Mark is his height now. Maybe taller.
He’s coming to realize both of them have changed a lot since then.
Yuta ends up surprised by how natural it feels to climb into Mark’s bed.
“You’re still so much of a nerd-” Mark sends him a glare, but it looks anything but intimidating when he’s visibly stopping himself from crossing into Yuta’s side of the bed. “It’s cute! Don’t look at me like that.”
“Stop making fun of my comics.” Mark grumbles, settling into the bed and tugging the blanket over the both of them. “Spider-Man is cool.”
“Oh my god- I’m not.” Yuta rolls his eyes, shifting onto his side and opening his arms. “Come here. I know you’re waiting. You’re allowed to touch me.”
Mark at least has the decency to look embarrassed to be seen through so easily. As if Yuta spending two years babysitting him wouldn’t make his habits obvious.
They have to readjust the blanket after Mark moves closer, still a few inches away. His eyes keep darting around, lingering nerves from earlier showing themselves again. Yuta reaches out and tugs him closer by his shirt collar, laughing when Mark scrambles to figure out where to put his limbs.
Seconds go by and Mark finally slots against Yuta, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, then switching to his hips, and then switching again to his waist. His eyebrows are pinched together as it happens, hands tangling in Yuta’s shirt every few seconds.
After a while, Mark finally let out a noise in disappointment before settling his head against the pillow, arms ending up around Yuta’s chest.
It takes a moment, but it clicks in Yuta’s mind what Mark was trying to achieve.
He wants to fit against Yuta like he used to.
Yuta bites his tongue, not wanting to scare him off if he brings it up. One of his hands goes up to rest against the back of Mark’s head, gently guiding him away from the pillow. Once Mark gets the hint to follow how Yuta’s guiding him, he rolls onto his back again, taking Mark with him.
Mark, who is looking at him with those wide eyes again.
Thankfully, after he nudges Mark to lay his weight half on top of Yuta, it seems to click for him.
He squirms around, shifting down the bed and wrapping his arms around Yuta’s chest. Once he’s satisfied with his spot against him, he finally rests his head against Yuta’s shoulder, leaving him around a head shorter. Like he used to be.
Mark turns his head to bury his face into Yuta’s shirt and then breathes in. The lines of tension bleeding out of him and Yuta finally deems it safe to wrap his arms back around him.
“Did you set an alarm?” Yuta murmurs, already feeling the sleep creep back into his senses.
“I’d rather die.” Mark says dramatically, his voice muffled in Yuta’s shirt.
It draws a soft laugh out of Yuta and he just shuts his eyes, letting Mark shift around a bit more before he settles in.
Mark doesn’t take long before he’s snoring, knocked out cold.
It’s ridiculously endearing.
They’ll talk about this when they wake up, but for now, Yuta is okay with falling asleep to the rise and fall of Mark’s chest against his own.