NCT ONESHOTS

Glamour PT3 | Yumark

Word count: 3248

Genre: fluff AND smut ♡

"Yuta, seriously. Drop your skincare routine. I've got so much primer on my face, but you? Nothing. What is this nonsense," Taeil laughed. "God has favourites."

Yuta grinned, careful not to disturb the woman carefully attending his eyebrows. "Hey, you better not forget that half of the NCTzens died during Chain era because of you."

Haechan added, "And Regular! You're seriously handsome. You have good skin!"

Taeil's heart warmed, cheeks tinting pink from the praise. His makeup stylist smiled to herself at the sight, which only flustered the man even more.

Mark touched up his hair in a mirror not too far away. He was finished and ready to go on camera.

But a friendship test? ...How much could he say about Yuta without revealing too much? How much was too much?

Taeyong slid next to him, his green hair somehow looking amazing as always. He slid a blue beanie onto his head as he said, "You ready?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah! Although, I can guarantee I'm going to cringe at some point."

"Agh, you'll be fine! I know you and Yuta have a good relationship, anyway. Just don't overthink the questions," Taeyong said helpfully, patting his back.

A good relationship. That was true.

One by one, the pairs recorded their parts whilst the others watched on from the sidelines. Yuta sat beside Mark with his arm around his shoulder, fingers occasionally brushing over the hidden lovebites.

Yuta had picked out a jacket that reminded him of a storm from a distance in the end, and somehow he looked so good. Mark was jealous of how well he could pull off every look.

The room erupted into applause when Doyoung and Taeyong finished their part of the clip. Next was the two of them, and now Mark was a little nervous.

Nevertheless, when they stood in front of the cameras, he just focused on answering the questions, and suddenly everything was okay.

First impressions.

Mark faced the camera and thought for a second, a memory rolling into his brain. In English, he answered, "When I first met Yuta, it was the summer of 2012, and I remember this precisely because it was the month where I first got into the label as well, and he came a few days after me." He thought for a moment. "I just knew that he was so nice. You could see it in his eyes."

Yuta has such nice eyes, he thought with a helpless grin.

"I really feel like were at our closest yet," he said, laughing nervously. "...in a way. 'Cause, I don't know, we were always kinda close, but like, as we practiced together, and then we debuted together, you know, we lived together... we just kind of got closer and closer, and now I'm just like..."

He looked to the ground, thinking of the next words he was going to say. Don't mess it up, Mark. Come on.

"I always kind of stick with him." Good. "I always go to his room-" Not good. "-and to his bed-" ABORT. ABORT. "-and uh... we kinda hang out a lot as well. I really admire his heart."

Well. That happened.

He nodded, and the cameras cut. Mark Lee, what the hell did you nearly do?! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Johnny dying of laughter on his chair, but it was Yuta who he had his full focus on. Yuta, who had been watching him sweetly the whole time, ran up to him and hugged him quickly, whispered, "That was so nice to hear."