Tomorrow, there was going to be the community meeting. It was always Jinyoung who went shopping for the items needed for refreshments and this time Mark accompanied him.
It was all good when they set off. Mark was being a helping hand in the supermarket as well. But a while later, when they were at the fruit section, Jinyoung started to question himiself why he had let Mark come with him. Because they were arguing over which to buy.
"Grapes're better. Serving tangerines will need a lot more work. You'll have to get rid of peels and get the segments on the plates neat. Let's choose grapes," Mark said.
But Jinyoung was not going to give in easily. He had initially planned to buy tangerines and was going to stick to his plan.
"No. They're already tired of grapes. Always grapes and apples. I'll do everything by myself. You don't need to worry."
"As if I could just watch you like that without helping at all. Look, they look appealing. Let's just buy them," Mark tried.
"Nope."
"Then let's buy something else," Mark said, not willing to let Jinyoung win. "What about dragon fruits?"
Jinyoung considered they seemed a better choice, since he had not chosen them for refreshments very often. "Dragon fruits then. I don't know why you're so against tangerines."
"I don't know why you're against grapes either!"
"I told you the reason," Jinyoung said impatiently.
"I told you the reason too."
"Stop copying my words! Why did I even agree to this thing?" Jinyoung said, with a shake of his head.
"Agree to what?"
"To let you tag along with me," Jinyoung said, hissing.
"But I'm entertaining, aren't I?" Mark winked and oh man, did Jinyoung want to hit him with the cart in his hands.
"You wish."
When they were back home, Sangchul took the things and let them rest. "I'll clean them. Rest for a while. Then there's some laundry to be done."
"What laundry?" Jinyoung asked.
"Just a duvet," his uncle said, "I've changed the bed sheets and duvet. Our washing machine won't handle the duvet so well." With that, Sangchul disappeared into the kitchen with the shopped items.
"Argh!" Jinyoung sank further into the couch. "I hate doing laundry."
"I'll help you, of course," Mark reassured him.
"Nope. I can do it alone. You'll just annoy me and delay the work. Just go help samchon."
"But he meant both of us to do that," Mark insisted.
"Really?" Jinyoung said, raising his eyebrows in sarcasm. "Alright then. Let's go."
"But we're supposed to rest now?"
Jinyoung ignored Mark, who followed him grudgingly to Sangchul's room. A while later, they found themselves kneading the duvet together in the small bathroom. Both with their hands and feet. Then they were wringing it to get rid of the water.
"See? I'm a great help."
"I still could've done it alone. Don't get too cocky. And you're losing your grip," Jinyoung nodded towards Mark's hands on the fabric. Mark tightened his hold again.
"You're so hard to please, Park Jinyoung. You're so salty and grumpy all the time," Mark said.
"Shut up. You're distracting me."
Sangchul was in the kitchen and rinsing the vegetables. He smiled as he could hear Jinyoung and Mark bickering in the bathroom. It was a good thing that they had grown close to each other and got along well enough.
Mark approached Jinyoung's bed with his own pillow in his hand. Jinyoung was displeased. "For how many nights are you going to sleep on my bed?"
"Why? I don't mind how many," Mark said wickedly, "Every night sounds best."
"No. Not tonight. I'm so tired. My whole body's aching. I must sleep comfortably tonight. Not pressed down by someone."
Mark did not hesitate, however. He hopped onto Jinyoung's bed and reached for his shoulders. "I'll give you a massage. Just lie down and relax. You said the whole body? I'll make sure no part is missed."
Jinyoung batted Mark's hands away in alarm. Mark was giving him a toothy grin, like he liked how Jinyoung reacted. "No need," Jinyoung said firmly, "Get out or I'm kicking you out."
"Kick me out," Mark said, with a wink.
Why this guy had to say a simple sentence with a flirtatious expression? "Are you thinking I won't dare?" Jinyoung got up onto his knees and was ready to force Mark away. But Mark was as quick as him and knocked him down back onto the bed, hovering over Jinyoung with his whole body.
He did not give Jinyoung any time to prepare himself and dived for his lips. He licked them before devouring them earnestly. He felt a relief to finally be doing what he had wanted to for so long. Jinyoung was tense under him. Mark stroked Jinyoung's hair soothingly in case Jinyoung pushed him away too abruptly. But then to his surprise, Jinyoung suddenly parted his lips and invited Mark's restless tongue. If he was told it was what heaven felt like, Mark would believe it with no doubt.
Mark panted as they parted and so did Jinyoung. He stared fondly at Jinyoung's flushed face. Jinyoung shielded his face with one hand but Mark removed it. "You're so cute when you're shy. Don't cover it."
"I'm not shy. Just uncomfortable," Jinyoung said unconvincingly. "Now are you going to get off or stay like this the whole night?"
"You know what I'll choose," Mark said, "You like me too, right?"
"Too? You haven't even said you like me."
"I thought that was really obvious. I like you so much. You're the only one that I can think of and gives me an unsettling ache. You're a trouble to me, Park Jinyoung, in an overwhelming, addictive away. "You must take responsibility for that. Now tell me you like me too," Mark said.
"I like you too."
"You're not just saying, right? You really do?" Mark looked at Jinyoung searchingly.
"Do I look like I'm joking? I like you. Just promise me you won't leave me again. It'll kill me if there ever is next time," Jinyoung could still feel the pain as distinctly as if he had just been in it yesterday.
"I promise I won't," Mark reassured him. "But you should treat me better. Don't you think? You're always surly."
"Because you're always annoying," Jinyoung retorted.
Mark just did what they both wanted. Their lips were more eager and passionate then before.
