"Why do you have twenty different brands of ice cream in your freezer?"
Mark, in the middle of placing another spoonful of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food into his mouth, gave Renjun, who stood in front of his refrigerator with a look of pure judgmental fascination, a startled, wide-eyed glance before shrugging bashfully.
"Dunno," he muttered around the fresh mouthful of marshmallow and caramel. "I just like trying out new flavors and stuff."
"So do I, but that's usually when I'm standing in front of a menu at an actual ice cream shop."
Renjun took residence on the cushion next to Mark with a bar of Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Fudge held captive in his hands, their curled thighs and feet melding against one another.
"But, seriously, how do you even have enough money for all of that? Some of those brands are overpriced as hell."
Mark shrugged again and allowed the spoon's cold, moist bowl to rest hesitantly against his sticky lips.
"I work, save up some cash, splurge, suffer for a few weeks."
He brought his gaze up to meet Renjun's flat one, a wry smile spreading the caramel hot and thin along the metal surface at the scripted reaction.
"Y'know, the usual."
Renjun offered Mark a hard roll of his eyes before tugging open the wrapper of his ice cream bar and delicately pulling the dessert free by its thin, wooden stick.
Mark watched as the younger took the first bite; as the chocolate coating crunched delightfully under the pressure of Renjun's pearl-white teeth; as the unearthed, hardened fudge gave resistance to Renjun's persistent jaw; as the younger pulled himself away from the bar and licked his lips with a fudge-stained tongue, spreading the sweet substance against the red of his lips; as Renjun sent a quick glance his way, eyes meeting his for but a brief moment—
Mark violently ripped his legs off the couch—away from Renjun's—and bolted upward the moment the soles of his feet met his living room's worn wood.
"I just remembered I have an essay to finish," he muttered much too urgently.
He made his exit quickly afterward, not allowing Renjun even a moment to process his actions and words while he was still in the same room.
Safely stood behind his bedroom's door, Mark breathed in deeply and allowed the adrenaline pumping through his blood to flush out along his skin. His hands shook with dissipating panic, and he belatedly realized that he had taken his spoon and ice cream with him, the latter dribbling innocently onto the carpet below.
He groaned at the mess and tilted the pint skyward, watching as the thick, almost-liquid mixture honeyed down the polished cardboard walls. He eyed the fudge fish with a ravenous gaze as the caramel spilled over it, making it shimmer and gleam in the summer sunlight that drifted through the parted curtains.
With a hand that still quivered, Mark raised his spoon, dug it deep into the mixture of chocolate, and placed the glob of sweet bliss into his dry, awaiting mouth.
A/N - alright, heads up, this fic focuses on unhealthy coping mechanisms and anxiety disorders. If you're uncomfortable with that, please don't read.
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Ice Cream on Lips (Anxieties Blissed) | RenMark/MarkRen
Fanfiction"Before I give you the price on this thing, I think I should give you fair warning that you shouldn't eat this all in one sitting." Mark gaped and sputtered for a few seconds before gathering about all the wits he was going to use on the remainder o...
