𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕪 - 𝕐𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜

n i n e

"Hello Markie, it took you a while to get here, didn't it?" Yuta drawled, attention still vaguely on the selection of cakes in front of him.

This was such a change in personality from Yuta, Mark wondered if he was okay. He usually acted so,, , soft - Mark tried to not look so surprised. It didn't matter though, this version of Yuta was hot.

"U-um I suppose I did, I didn't think the fan meet would be here?" Mark stuttered, transfixed because Yuta was eating a strawberry. His heart may not be beating.

"Well, where did you think it would be?"

They were the only two people in the room.

"The hall?"

"Why would we need a hall if there's only two of us?" Yuta raised his eyebrow.

"I-I don't know! Wait, where is everyone else? I can't be that late, can I?" Mark panicked, scanning the room again.

"There isn't anyone else, you're the only person who got a backstage pass today - there was a note saying so in the envelope you were given"

"That was from YOU?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"N-no but I thought you kind of hated me,, , I showed up to apologise for confessing on live television,, , I should have known you wouldn't feel the same - you're probably straight too" Mark sighed, looking at his feet.

Yuta watched Mark curiously.

"I am anything but straight, Markie,, , I think it was obvious to anyone but you-"

"Hey that's not exactly fair- YOU walked out on ME at the MAMAs, not the other way around!! What was I supposed to think??" Mark whined.

Yuta let out an airy laugh and finally sat up.

"I'm not sure, I am sorry for all the trouble it caused you though"

"..." Mark was too distracted by the way Yuta's his fell into his eyes, so he couldn't even be mad.

"It's not like you were being genuine anyway. Did your publicity stunt work? Your next album must be looking quite successful." Yuta said before looking away.

"..." The lightheartedness was a mask apparently. Yuta was hurt.

"I'll take your silence as confirmation. Why won't you just, leave me alone? You got what you wanted, yet you still ask to collaborate with me, you still send me dumb memes that occasionally make me laugh, you still send me good morning and goodnight messages everyday, you shout me out at every opportunity even though you gain nothing from it andI have never even messaged you back. Why? I have never encouraged you, and you wouldn't gain any popularity should we ever collaborate. I have fallen in love with you, but it feels like this is some big joke."

"I'm in love with you too, what are you even saying? I confessed, on live television - I couldn't be any more serious" Mark pleads.

"That's the thing, I didn't think you were being serious,, , I thought it was some elaborate publicity stunt to out me as gay"

"I would never do that,, , Hyung,, , please believe me"

"You looked so off at the ceremony, you couldn't look me in the eyes and even when you were confessing, you looked so embarrassed that there was no way it could have been real,, ,"

Yuta stands up, crossing the room in such a fluid motion that Mark just had to admire it (Haechan could never), finally backing Mark up against the door. He leaned closer, to the point where their noses were about to touch. Their breaths mixed together. Mark looked at Yuta's lips, fighting the urge to connect them.