My Muse

Epilogue

"Hey Mark." Jinyoung called, the elder coming out of the kitchen where he'd been looking for something to eat to no avail.

He approached Jinyoung who was perched at his desk, kissing the younger on his neck. "Yes baby?"

Jinyoung immediately smiled, loving the sweet sound of Mark's voice in his ear and the softness of his lips against his skin. "Ah, I get goosebumps every time you call me that."

"Mm cause I know you like it." Mark purred, wrapping his arms around Jinyoung from behind.

Jinyoung tried to suppress the blush on his face, he knows he probably failed at it, but he still tried. "Anyway, I needed to post again on the photography site, I want you to see it."

"Oh I'll see it later Nyoungie, I promise." Mark said with a pat on Jinyoung's shoulder, slowly pulling away to return to his hunt for food.

"No Mark, I need you to read it now, right in front of me." Jinyoung stated, pulling Mark back to read what he'd typed up for his post. "...I hope you like it..."

...

'Meet My Muse, Mark Tuan. He's my inspiration. My work of art. My soul. My being. My reason to keep breathing and living out each day to the fullest. My Muse, Mark Tuan.
I realized, we all have that one person or thing that drives us to do what we love. We use them as almost a life line to push through the struggles and to give us confidence when we need it most. Over time, I realized Mark was my person.
I couldn't go one day without photographing him, and I realized that I truly had fallen in love with him AND my camera at the same time. So I used my camera to express my love for him, and eventually he figured out my feelings, and I figured out his. Now I'm the happiest, with the person who I can't live without sleeping right next to me as I type this, his beauty pushing me to be the best I can be for him. Just his presence makes my entire day, and I gladly pick up this camera everyday and update this website every week because of him.
So, I want all of my followers, readers, and fellow photographers to know that this man, Mark Tuan, is the reason why I love photography. He's the reason why I have this job. Everything I write or post about is inspired by him, only him, no one else but him. I don't know if this was the type of post you all were expecting from me this week, but this is something I really needed to get off my chest and thrust out into the world.
I love Mark Tuan. More than just My Muse, Mark, you are my everything. I love you so so much. Thank you for existing.

I love you.

- Park Jinyoung (Photographer/Web Editor)'

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Mark pulled away after a few minutes, his voice shaky as he covered his face. "Damn it Jinyoung..."

Jinyoung turned with a concerned expression, the shakiness of Mark's voice alarming. "What's wrong?"

"You're what's wrong!" Mark exclaimed, his hands dropping to his sides as the tears falling from his eyes refused to stop. "Making me cry like this, what the hell man..."

Jinyoung smiled, pulling Mark close to sit on his lap. "I just wanted to express my feelings for you to everyone..."

"T-To millions of people who don't even know me..." Mark's muttered, hiding his face in the crook of Jinyoung's neck, his favorite and most comforting place to be.

Jinyoung hugged Mark tight, rubbing soothing circles along his back. "They know you now. My muse. My everything."

Mark pulled back just to grab Jinyoung's face and press their lips together, still sniffling and crying even as they parted from the lip lock. "God I fucking hate how much I love you. You're way too good to me."

"I used to hate it too. There's no reason to now though, I can say it freely." Jinyoung thumbed away Mark's tears, running his fingertips over his lover's cheeks. "I love you so much, Mark."

Mark smiled, nearly sobbing out his response. "I love you too."

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