YuMark One-Shots

Reminiscing❤️

One unique trait about Mark Lee was the joy he got out of reminiscing. He would walk down the street and see something as insignificant as a tree, and stop to embrace a memory. The pure joy that invaded his face would warm the coldest of hearts. People could stop and stare, but he didn't care. The Canadian could be in a marketplace with millions of people around, but he would still stop.

That was how Yuta met him.

It was an average spring day, the yellow sun shining, the clouds fluffy white like cotton balls. Yuta had decided to go for a walk to enjoy the weather, when he saw a boy (Mark wasn't necessarily a boy, but had boyish features). He was stopped in the middle of a sidewalk, staring at a Cherry Blossom tree. Many thoughts ran through the Japanese man's head; everything from nature lover to weird creepy person crossed the great abyss.

"He seems occupied with that tree," Yuta muttered to no one in particular. "Should I go over to him? Maybe he's just watching a squirrel or something. Or maybe he's admiring the flowers, they are in full bloom today." He stopped to stare a moment more, before seemingly making up his mind. "It won't hurt to try and talk to him."

As Yuta got closer to the boy, he heard snippets of what he was saying.

"...the trees of Asia are producing such pretty blossoms today."

"...the earth is just so beautiful."

When the boy finished his thought, Yuta approached him. "What are you doing? Are you talking to someone?"

"Reminiscing."

"What?"

"If an egg can never beat a rock, does it mean your head could never beat a rock as well?"

Yuta was beyond confused. "An egg and a head are completely different things."

The boy fully turned to Yuta then, a big smile on his face. "Sorry, I think weird things sometimes." He stopped to think for a moment. "Scratch that. All the time."

"Weird is the new cute."

It was a simple reply, but it made the latter burst into laughter. "I like you!" he laughed. "I'm Mark by the way. Mark Lee."

"Yuta. Yuta Nakamoto."

The two boys smiled at each other as they shook hands.

"You must really like eggs to be talking about them," Yuta remarked.

"Not really," Mark replied. "I do like writing, singing, and dancing though."

Yuta wanted to facepalm. This boy was speaking so philosophical earlier, but was being so oblivious now. "You're so philosophically dense Mark."

Mark gave the other a frown. "No I'm not."

"Yes you are. But another thing. Earlier when I asked you what you were doing, before you made the egg remark, you mentioned something about reminiscing. What's that all about?"

"I just like remembering the past. It's usually what I write about."

"Okay, but why?"

Mark thought for a second before replying. "Memories are like day and night. There's good and there's bad ones. But at the same time, we need them. They show us who we are, what we used to be. They make sure we don't repeat the same mistakes. But the happy ones can really warm our hearts. That's why."

Yuta nodded his head. "Wow. You know something Mark?"

"Know what?"

"If flowers are pretty, knowledge and thoughts are beautiful."

"Well smooth talkers are quite annoying if you ask me."

Yuta burst into laughter. The pen is mightier than the sword? More like the pen is smoother than the voice. (Yuta's exact comparison of the two of them). "You seem like you'd be a good friend Mark."

"Why don't you find out then?"

"Are you asking to be my friend?"

"I thought you asked first?"

"Well, what's your answer?"

"I'm going to be the best best friend you could ever ask for!"

Yuta couldn't help but snicker a bit as he thought back to that day. That fateful spring day happened five years ago, and the now twenty-six year old loved the warm feeling the memory brought to his heart. His twenty-five year old best friend Mark Lee was the best best friend he could ever ask for.

"Yuta are you perhaps, reminiscing?"

A chuckle escaped Yuta's lips. "Maybe I am."

And maybe he was.

A/N: hello my lovelys:) so, I had to write a short story for an assignment for my English class, and I was like: "I hate the literary devices, but I do like yumark..." so I decided to write this for my assignment. my teacher is going to love this 10/10 😂 she's known me since I was a baby though (my mom was one of her coworkers) and she knows that I like writing fanfics so she shouldn't be too surprised.

This (not this part) is only like 710 words... 10/10 could've wrote more but I didn't want to "torture" my teacher:)

tbh as I'm writing this note I just thought of a part two... I'm overloading myself I swear

anygays I hope you enjoyed as always! and see you next oneshot!!! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚