perfunctory° [nct]

na yuta × mark lee

° y o u & m e °

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mark felt the bed sunk as someone joined him on the bed.

❝what if we move to canada?❞

❝what?❞ mark asked, perplexed by the sudden question.

❝i know you miss it there. we can find a nice place to settle in, wouldn't it be fun?❞ the other male answered excitedly, contented with his own suggestion.

❝but yuta, why?❞

the latter sighed, ❝i miss seeing you smile, mark. and home seems like the only place you need to be right now.❞ he caressed mark's face delicately, as if it was as fragile as glass.

the younger grabbed yuta's hand away from his face and intertwined it with his hand instead, ❝we don't have to do that, what about our friends here?❞

the older chuckled softly, ❝what about them? all i care is we're gonna be together. we don't need anything else aside from us, do we?❞

❝no...❞ he laughed cutely, ❝but can we buy some things we don't need along the way?❞

❝and that is?❞ yuta saw excitement glittering in mark's eyes, he haven't seen those since who knows how long.

❝i don't know, maybe a new guitar for me, condoms, oh, oh, we should buy some lego!❞ he said, snuggling close to yuta.

❝sure, my wallet wouldn't mind.❞ the older between the two winked, only to get a playful hit in the chest by mark. ❝we should paint the town red sometimes, imagine how fun that would be.❞

the younger hummed, still processing what his boyfriend is trying to say. he doesn't really know much about idioms.

while he was googling what the idiom meant, yuta pulled out his phone and searched through a folder in his gallery, one with the label ‛mark♡’ on it.

mark gasped when he was showed a photo of a baby him with his family in stanley park. ❝where did you even get this, oh my god.❞ he then smiled, reminiscing the old memories.

❝that could be us, baby. that could be you and me.❞

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[based on canada – lauv ft. alessia cara]

i love this song sooo much🥺