Letter 2 U

The boyfriend

Next morning a distressed Jinyoung woke up to an empty bed. He felt tired as hell, his eyes begged to close again, but his brains acted fast. He wished he had dreamed all the events of last night, but he could tell everything was real the moment he realized what he was wearing. The same shirt he had to change into in order to get rid of his hyung's vomit.

As soon as he realized Mark wasn't next to him, he jumped to the worst possible conclusions. Maybe his hyung could be lying dead somewhere around his apartment, or he could've gone out by himself and tried it again. The singer immediately got up from his bed and yelled the elder's name as he uneasily walked around the rooms.

He sighed with relief when he noticed movement in his kitchen. As soon as he reached there, he was greeted with a dashing smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. He couldn't help but hold his breath for a second. His hyung's morning hair and face were flawless. He asked himself how could a human being look so good without any effort.

"Good morning, Jinyoungie." Mark regarded him sweetly as he handed him a glass of juice.

"Morning! Making yourself at home, I see." The younger commented as he eyed the mess on the kitchen table and accepted the juice. The floor would also need some extra cleaning later. But he didn't worry about that now. He just realized how domestic they looked and how amazing it felt to have Mark attempting to prepare breakfast in his own kitchen.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but here you are. You ruined my plans." The elder shrugged and pouted a bit. Jinyoung found that adorable, his hyung cuteness never failed to dazzle him. The singer took a sip from his glass and went to examine what was on the stove.

"Bacon and eggs! Mark hyung, that's so American of you." He gave him a funny shocked expression.

"Well, you made me kitchen soup last night! I just thought I should return the gesture. Moreover, you have work today, I figured you would need a breakfast of champions." he winked at his dongseang, almost giving him a heart attack. The elder had no idea of the huge effect that simple gesture had on him.

"Well, thank you. But I'd rather stay in today. I'm not sure about living you here all by yourself. I might return and have no apartment at all." Jinyoung informed him jokingly, hoping his hyung wouldn't notice the lingering tone of concern in his voice.

"Don't patronize me, Park Jinyoung. I can perfectly look after your humble lair, while you're out. You should hurry and go to work already. I can't have you missing any more filming days because of me." Mark felt thankful for his donsaeng's consideration, but he hated to feel like an emotional cripple.

"It's not like last night didn't happen, you know." He crossed his arms around himself assuming a serious stance. He stared firmly at his elder.

"I'm going to be all right. You just need to stop fussing over me. Don't I look fine?" Mark protested as he rolled his eyes. The younger couldn't notice any sign of anxiety on his face. He frowned at that.

"That's what worries me. You were an emotional wreck hours ago. You want me to play along and pretend you didn't try to commit suicide last night? " Jinyoung pressed as he threw his arms in the air. He didn't wanna fight, yet he didn't want to keep quiet about it either.

"Stop saying that! I've learned my lesson. I regret doing what I did, please, believe me. You need to let me prove to you that I can walk on my own legs. Trust me on this, I'll never disappoint you like that again. It was your door I knocked on last night. I want to live. I have no intention of checking out of my life, not when I have someone like you in it." The American emphasized his last sentence, as he reached for Jinyoung's hands. The other looked away defeated. He wanted to believe those words, they sounded so sincere! He wondered if it was okay to give him a chance.