My Muse

5

After hours of cleaning and cooking, Jinyoung sat and waited. He was eager for Mark's return, and as soon as he heard the front door turn (since the latter already had keys to Jinyoung's place) he felt his heart pounding with excitement.

"Jinyoung I'm home!" He heard Mark call from the doorway. Jinyoung's lips spread into a wide smile.

Mark called his place home. How Jinyoung wished so bad that this truly was their home that they shared together. What joy that would bring him. And though Mark didn't literally mean the word 'home' as in the residence he lived in for long periods of time, Jinyoung was at least ecstatic that the elder thought of his little apartment as a place he could rely on coming back to when he needs a comfortable place to rest and find peace in.

"Hey, welcome back." Jinyoung greeted as Mark shuffled into the living room, joining Jinyoung on the couch where he'd been sitting and waiting for Mark's return.

Mark sighed, leaning back against the comfortable cushions. "I'm beat."

Jinyoung gazed at Mark's messy hair that framed his face, matted down from the hat he had to wear all day. Jinyoung wanted to reach over and ruffle the soft strands, but Mark already beat him to it, running his slender fingers through his own locks of unruly hair.

Jinyoung kept his boundaries, having to sit on his hands to keep himself from being too touchy. "Did you eat yet?"

Mark shook his head, patting his stomach. "No, not yet. Oh, but you said you had some dinner for me?"

Jinyoung nodded. "It's in the kitchen. Go eat."

Mark whined, tilting his body over and leaning his head on Jinyoung's shoulder. "Tired now."

Jinyoung's mind momentarily blanked as he felt the weight of Mark's head on his shoulder. It was warm, and Mark's hair tickled the side of his neck. Jinyoung literally got goosebumps. Controlling himself was hard in these moments; Mark was unknowingly testing him, and Jinyoung alway came close to failing.

"You're soft." Mark suddenly mumbled out, snuggling closer to Jinyoung.

'Fuck' was repeatedly screamed in Jinyoung's mind as he struggled to not react. Mark was really pushing it now, and though Jinyoung was sure that the elder didn't have any dirty intentions, he couldn't stop imagining the millions of ways this situation could turn out.

"...and warm. So comfy. Can I sleep on you?" Mark asked in a light chuckle, his low voice shaking Jinyoung to the core.

And... instant boner. Not figuratively. But literally, Jinyoung had to cross his legs to avoid Mark catching a glimpse of the tent that started to protrude slightly up from between his legs.

Mark was hot in more ways than one. Just too hot to handle. And Jinyoung had tiredly fought through many battles similar to this one. The battle between his selfish desires and their friendship. No matter how much he wanted to slam Mark against a wall and fuck him to bits, Jinyoung always had to remember that crude word that set him back in his place.

Friends.

That's all they were, and that's all they ever will be. Just friends.

Though, he couldn't just simply allow a moment like this to slip away. He had to capture it, to remember the exact moment Mark called him 'soft, and warm, and comfortable', just so he could reminisce on it in the future and make his heart pound a billion beats a second.

"C-Can I take a picture of you?" Jinyoung blurted out, sudden and awkward, totally unprovoked when looking at the bigger picture.

Mark tilted his head up to gaze at him. "Why?"