A Beautiful Butterfly

Epilogue

Having been in a sort of frantic state the previous night, Jinyoung remembered, only when he was on his way to the morning class that he had studied for only two tests out of three. He had prepared for the left one some days ago and in result, he had taken it lightly, which had led him to forget it.

He had to change his direction to the bench, to have a revision in quiet. As a student backed by the scholarship, he had responsibility to keep his academic record steady. Maintaining the scholarship was the best he could do not to give his grandparents too much pressure and maybe, next term, he could find a part-time job to pay for his own expenses as well.

His phone in the bag kept vibrating with the incoming texts but Jinyoung was ignorant of that. He was trying to keep full attention on his study, wanting to finish it as soon as possible.

He was also unaware of someone's presence near him until they scared the shit out of him by suddenly locking their hands around his neck and shoulders.

"What!"

Mark laughed, before joining him on the bench. "What're you doing here?"

"I forgot to study this. And what're you doing here? You're supposed to be in the class."

"I was waiting for you there. But you didn't come. Didn't you see my texts? I was starting to panic, thinking maybe you'd changed your mind," Mark said. He leaned against Jinyoung and draped an arm around his shoulders. It felt so good to think of that his every touch was willingly accepted. And it was almost like a dream to see the warmth in Jinyoung's eyes, which he had missed so much, again. It was what it felt like to date someone he truely loved then.

"I haven't checked my phone. Stop worrying too much. You know we're stuck with each other for good." Jinyoung laid his head on Mark's shoulder and closed his eyes. Even the slight pain his temple felt due to the edge of Mark's shoulder blade was like a comfort to him. "You know I don't change my mind easily."

"I've perfectly learned that," Mark said, his voice laced with humour. "Let's study for the test together. I haven't either."

Jinyoung hummed in response. He was so comfortable he did not want any move. "Just a few minutes more."

"Are you sleeping on my shoulder already?"

"I want to," Jinyoung drawled. He was smiling when he felt Mark's fingers softly brushing against his features.

"Does Wonpil usually come back to the dorm early on weekdays?"

"Always at night, except on Tuesdays," Jinyoung answered, "Why?"

"That means we can have some time alone there today? We'll cuddle in bed then?"

"Sounds good!" Jinyoung said excitedly, although he was all nervous inside. It would be another level of intimacy. Yet he was all ready for it.

Barely had the door been closed, they were already all over each other. Jinyoung fumbled for the light switch, which was next to the door, while Mark was devouring his neck in small bites.

Next moment - how fast they got to the bed - they fell messily onto it, their bodies bouncing on it. Mark's attention was back on Jinyoung's lips and his fingers in Jinyoung's hair. The moans Jinyoung produced as Mark's hand slipped under his shirt and started roaming his chest, nipples and torso, were incoherent.

They helped each other take off the clothes, removing the barriers between their enthusiastic, impatient bodies. They were both painfully hard but Mark was a little hesitant.

"Are we going too fast? I understand if you don't want to continue," Mark muttered, between his ragged breaths.

"It'll be worse if you leave me like this," Jinyoung whined, drawing Mark closer to him again. "I should be the one asking you. You've never had gay sex."

Mark grimaced. "That means you've already had? With that Jae guy?"

"Come on, it's not time to get jealous. At least, one of us knows what to do."

"Okay," Mark breathed. Soon afterwards, he found himself under the lead and guidance of Jinyoung. That day, for the first time in his life, he topped a man and it was the man he loved.

After the thrilling hour, Jinyoung lay in Mark's arms exhaustedly and yet contently. They had not bothered to put on their clothes again yet and here was the cuddling session they had initially planned, under one duvet.

"Tired?" Mark asked, stroking Jinyoung's hair soothingly.

"A little." Jinyoung looked at Mark dreamily, before inching closer and moulded his lips to Mark's for a slow, rhythmic kiss. He liked that Mark smelled of him and he of Mark. He was still being rocked in ecstasy.

"Want me to sing?" Jinyoung asked.

"Did you need to ask me? I'm dying to hear you sing again."

'There's no one like you.' Jinyoung started, his voice husky.

'Even if I look around, it's still the same. Where else to look for

A good person like you? A good person like you.

With a good heart like yours. A gift as good as you.

How lucky that I'm the one who'll try his best to protect you.

Where else to look for a happy guy like me? A happy guy like me.

The guy with the happiest smile like me.'

Jinyoung paused just to chuckle and Mark took that chance to peck him on the lips. "Continue," Mark whispered.

'Call out my heart, free my soul. It's always feels like the first time.

There are still more days than those we've passed.'

Mark's eyes were full of fondness. "Is this how you feel about me?"

"Hey, it's just a song," Jinyoung said, blushing.

"Okay, whatever," Mark pouted. "I really missed that singing voice of yours. Actually, I missed everything of you. Those days were so hard."

"I'm sorry. And I love you," Jinyoung murmured.

"I love you too. But don't be sorry. Jinyoung?"

"Hmm?" Jinyoung responded, noticing how Mark looked more serious than ever.

"There's something you still need to answer. Do you remember? That day at the seaport. Are you ready to answer now?"

How could Jinyoung forget that? It was that question of Mark's that had heightened his hopes. Which made him more angry when he had to meet Mark and that girl some days later.

"You're enough, Mark. The answer would've been different a few days ago," Jinyoung admitted. "But now you're enough for me. I don't want to be away from you. Maybe, I'll find a job here after graduation. I don't know how my grandparents will react though."

"They love you. I don't think they'll strongly oppose that. But Jinyoung," Mark smiled tenderly. "Even if you can't be here, I'll come and live with you there. Or anywhere you're. Because you're enough for me too."

Jinyoung felt so overwhelmed that all he could do was bury his face in the crook of Mark's neck, breathing out, "Thank you. You're a strength to me. I'll fight to keep you with me."

"I'm happy to hear that. Because I feel the same way."

It was when they knew that they were meant to be together; they had found, transformed and come to understand each other. On top of everything, their love for one another remained the strongest.

The End

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