MK

y/n watched languidly from the boundary line as Juyeon laughed with a boy he didn't recognise.

Despite being dead on his feet y/n had decided to come see Juyeon so they could crash in Juyeon's dorm after lectures that day, he hadn't been expecting Juyeon to get caught up playing basketball with a few of his friends but after the stress of exams it was a well deserved break.

y/n had little reason to complain anyways, he loved watching Juyeon play, the happiness it brought to the others face gave y/n enough energy to survive not going of to sleep as he sat there leaning against the gym wall his phone balancing precariously on his knee.

As much happiness and energy as watching Juyeon play normally brought y/n it wasn't enough to stop him from dozing off his head falling limply against his fist as he tipped forward jerking awake.

He looked around in slight confusion shaking his head to feel more awake and then settled back against the wall trying to keep track of Juyeon moving on court.

His attempt at wakefulness failed however and he felt himself falling back asleep too tired even to fight to stay awake longer.

Just as y/n was dozing off again he felt a hand in his hair and looked up through blurry eyes to find Juyeon kneeling in front of him.

"Hi" Juyeon said softly with a smile, y/n grumbled a reply that sounded faintly like a hello.

"Come on get up, let's get you onto a decently soft surface before you dislocate your neck." Juyeon laughed pulling y/n to stand up with him., he ignored y/n grumbling and let y/n rest against his shoulder as he bent down to grab both of their bags.

The trip to Juyeon's dorm usually took about 5 minutes but with Juyeon having to drag y/n and y/n making it a point to drag his feet more every time Juyeon tried to make fun of him it took them the better part of 15 minutes to get to the much desired bed in Juyeon's dorm room.

While Juyeon went about changing out of his clothes and getting himself a snack y/n decided to flop onto Juyeon's bed and try to fall back asleep.

failing to fall asleep he lofted his head to look at Juyeon and was rewarded with his boyfriend pulling off his sweaty shirt distractedly scrolling through his open laptop.

y/n squinted his eyes in a glare trying to get Juyeon's attention on him, when he failed he whistled making Juyeon turn to him with a shocked expression.

"I thought you were gonna sleep as soon as we got here?" Juyeon muttered quickly pulling on a clean shirt to avoid his boyfriends gaze.

"I found something better to do." y/n replied with a small smirk going back to lazily tracking Juyeon's movements around the room with his eyes.

Juyeon hummed his acknowledgement of the remark but didn't look up from the email he was writing. y/n groaned at being ignored.

"Honestly why are you working? we just finished exams, I want sleep!" y/n exclaimed rolling over so he could spread out on the mattress, he winced slightly hearing his elbows popping, a side effect of having so many essay style exams.

"So sleep, I am not stopping you." Juyeon replied looking up from his email with furrowed brows.

y/n turned his head to glare at Juyeon, "I can't sleep if your working a foot away from me, it makes me anxious."

Juyeon just rolled his eyes at the reply he got, "I need to finish this then I'll stop working and you can sleep without MY working a couple feet away bothering YOU."

"Ughhh, you don't get it!" y/n whined flailing his arms and legs in a way that made Juyeon smile while simultaneously wanting to throw the overgrown baby on his bed out of his room.

"What don't I understand?" Juyeon asked bemusedly.

"I need you to stop working and come sleep next to me, you need to rest after this week and I can only be sure you're resting if you're sleeping next to me." y/n explained, Juyeon would have laughed if it hadn't been for the serious expression on y/n's face.

Sighing in defeat Juyeon closed his laptop and moved to push y/n so that there was enough space for them both on the bed.

y/n, unlike the trip from the basketball court to Juyeon's dorm, moved easily and willingly making enough space for Juyeon to lay down next to him.

Once Juyeon was settled comfortably on the bed y/n wrapped his arms around him to pull them closer and so that he could rest his head on Juyeon's broad shoulders.

"Now you can't escape, rest through imprisonment if you will." y/n muttered his tiredness catching up to him.

"Sure, I don't think I'll fall asleep though." Juyeon replied even though he could feel the exhaustion of exams catching up with him.

"Yeah, whatever." y/n replied pressing a kiss to Jyeon's shoulder before he closed his eyes and began drifting off.

The last thing y/n felt was Juyeon pulling his hand up and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, he drifted off with a smile on his face.

My reasearch notes on Lee Juyeon, mostly acquired through a 30 minute introduction to Juyeon video on Youtube:

he likes playing basketball

tan skin (he looks hot okay)

main dancer/vocal/visual

likes ice cream

long arms/large hands

rubs neck often

a little thick and gullible

tall (1.81 m/5'11)

super caring and sweet

very quiet and serious student

"I just want a fairytale ending." y/n muttered trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes. He turned to face Jaemin with a defeated look.

Jaemin sighed and moved to run his hand through his friends hair in an attempt to provide some comfort. He was making a pointed effort to not look at the fading mark on y/n's forearm. In a few days it would be gone.

A mark slowly fading from a black, to a grey into eventual transparency meant that y/n didn't have a soulmate, his soulmate hadn't been born in this life to be with him. Jaemin's heart ached to know that someone he loved so much going through so much pain.

y/n had eventually dozed off, after silently crying into Jaemin's shoulder for the better part of an hour, and Jaemin had gotten up with tear stains on his cheeks to compose himself and wash his face.

Walking out of his room Jaemin froze when he found Jisung sitting on the floor next to his door tears falling from his eyes knees pulled up to his chest. He had obviously heard the conversation between Jaemin and y/n and Jaemin's heart ached again, this time for Jisung who must have been hurting as much as y/n.

Jisung wasn't losing his mark, he hadn't had the hope of forever dangled in front of him and then snatched away. Where Jisung's mark should have been there was only pale, unblemished skin.

Much like y/n, Jisung would have to live in a world were people where destined to be with other people, but he wasn't. Jaemin would never understand the true scope of pain and hopelessness that this entailed, all he knew was that it was too much.

Jaemin sighed and sat down next to Jisung and pulled him into a hug, this is all he knew to do, even if he wasn't sure it would help much.

"It doesn't feel fair," Jisung muttered after a few minutes, "Why him? Why me? Did we do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, that's just how it turned out, it isn't fair and you deserve so much love and happiness but," Jaemin paused trying to look for the right words, "But sometimes, finding happiness isn't dictated by the mark on your arm, I think you'll have to learn to find your soulmate without your mark, I am sure there is someone out there for you, there is someone for everyone."

Jisung sniffled a little, "How can you say that? If we don't have marks, that means there isn't anyone out there for us."

"There is this Greek myth that when the humans were first made they each had 4 arms, 4 legs and 2 heads. They were so powerful that the King of Gods Zeus got scared and decided to split them up into 2 humans." Jaemin paused to glance down at Jisung who was still crying, "So the humans have spent their time since then wandering Earth looking for their other halves."

Jisung looked up at Jaemin when he was finished talking, "They didn't have marks? They just walked around hoping to find someone they loved and who loved them?"

Jaemin nodded smiling down at Jisung, "Want some cake?"

Jisung sat up straighter and wiped his eyes with his sleeves nodding, "Yeah, cake is good."

Jaemin got up and pulled Jisung up with him in the direction of the kitchen discussing whether red velvet was better than chocolate.

2 weeks after y/n had cried to Jaemin about his mark fading it was gone.

At first he couldn't stop staring at the spot where the mark had been. Then slowly he had stopped staring at the place it had once occupied, and then stopped thinking about it, now he could barely remember what it looked like.

He was still hurting, the knowledge that he might never find someone to love him. He found that once he stopped thinking about it however it didn't matter as much, it didn't seem as life ending or detrimental to his future. He would just have to continue living until he could move past the hurt.

Jaemin had been a huge part of the healing process. He made an active effort to invite y/n out to dinner with the Dream members or just to hang out at the dorms after a day of work. Sometimes he just came over and played video games with y/n for a few hours or cooked while y/n completed work not too far away.

4 months after y/n's mark had first started to fade he had made peace with the circumstances he was living with and now made an active effort to make new friends and form meaningful connections that weren't romantic.

One person that y/n had gotten extremely close to over the last few months had been Jisung.

At first it was Jisung who was making an active effort to talk to y/n, he sought him out when they went out to dinner together or when y/n was at the dorm.

In all honesty y/n had been confused as to why Jisung had wanted to befriend him or why he had made such an effort to befriend him. While y/n had known the Dream members for a while, the slight age gap he had with Jisung had prevented him from being over friendly with the younger and Jisung had always kept his distance as well.

y/n only understood why Jisung had been trying to get close to him when he caught a glimpse of Jisung's arm one day and noted the lack of a soulmate mark on his forearm. It was clear then that Jisung wanted to make a friend he understood and who understood him if even at the simplest level.

y/n stopped trying to keep Jisung at arms length after that, he reciprocated the younger boys efforts at friendship and had invited him to come over with Jaemin when they were going to have a movie marathon or out to a cafe.

Slowly but surely they both had found they greatly enjoyed each others company and had gotten extremely close, joined in their desire to bully Jaemin at any chance possible and with a subtle understanding of each other's predicaments and circumstances they bonded over movies, food and video games.

It had been almost a year since the day Jisung and y/n had cried on Jaemin's.

y/n and jsiung had gotten extremly close, spending any free time they had together, Jaemin had made a few silly comments about them being love birds. y/n had brushed off the comments each time with a laugh and shut up.

It was unfortunate that at this time Jisung had truly started to develop romantic feelings for y/n, the irony of the situation was not lost on him, neither was the fact that if he said the wrong thing or overstepped into sensitive territory for both of them he might lose a friend he had come to value greatly over the last year.

Driven by fear and confusion in his own feelings Jisung had unknowingly begun to avoid y/n, declining requests to come over and play a game or go grab lunch, instead Jisung had started dedicating whatever time he didn't spend with y/n, thinking about y/n and trying to understand whether what he felt was love or just an intimate friendship.

What did Jisung know about love anyway? Not very much. He didn't have a mark, no one out there waiting for him, he would never understand the feeling of waiting for the right moment to meet someone destined to be with him and understand him unconditionally.

But he wanted to have that, wanted to believe that y/n was that person, the person who understood him unconditionally, the person who saw all his flaws and chose to accept them and love them just as Jisung loved everything about y/n.

The three weeks of overthinking that Jisung had subjected himself to culminated in a tense confrontation in an abandoned hallway in the SM building at 2 in the morning on a Wednesday in the middle of December with Jisung shivering in his thin sweatshirt and y/n staring at him as if blinking would make Jisung magically disappear.

"you've been avoiding me, why?" y/n had never been one to beat around the bush, always straight to the point and while Jisung normally appreciated it he wished y/n had chosen to just make small talk instead.

Jisung shrugged averting his eyes from y/n's imposing gaze to stare at an oddly shaped mark on the floor.

"I've just been busy recently." he muttered after a few seconds.

"That's never stopped us from hanging out before, you're avoiding me." y/n stated moving closer to Jisung trying to catch his gaze.

Jisung took a step back when y/n moved closer and the older man stopped in his tracks with a frown.

"It's not like that, I've just had a lot on my mind and I needed space." Jisung said finally looking up to look at y/n's face.

y/n's frown deepened, "Did I do something?"

Jisung quickly shook his head, "No, you've never done anything wrong-"

"Then tell me! You're avoiding me, and you've been stressing over something and you haven't told me! I must have done something wrong!" Jisung flinched, he could feel the frustration coming off y/n in waves now.

He looked up again and the tears he saw collecting in y/n's eyes made him feel guilty and pathetic for having let emotions he didn't quite understand get in the way of a friendship that he knew meant a lot to both of them.

He felt tears of his own collecting in his eyes and the silence was so suffocating and there was blood pounding in his ears and he didn't want to let y/n think that him being distant was because of something bad y/n had done. Everything was too much and Jisung wasn't thinking properly but the next thing he knew he was kissing y/n.

He had a hand on y/n's left shoulder his right hand cupping y/n's cheek and his lips pressed firmly against y/n's.

y/n had frozen under Jisung's hands and Jisung's brain only registered this, it didn't register y/n relaxing and kissing back, it didn't register y/n's hand on his waist, steadying him as he lost all his inhibitions for just a moment.

Jisung pulled back with a gasp of fear, he took one look at y/n's face and saw the look of shock on y/n's face as a look of disgust and then he disappeared down the hall and into the stair well heading up.

Jisung had no idea where he was going, he wasn't thinking and he wasn't understanding, the only thing that was repeating in his head was that y/n hated him now, y/n had been disgusted by him.

Jisung burst through the door onto the roof gasping for breathe both from the panic and adrenaline that had followed kissing y/n and the exertion on his body after sprinting up five floors worth of stairs.

He doubled over, breathing in the cold night air in gasps. He straightened and turned around quickly when eh heard y/n's voice calling his name and turned looking to see if there was anywhere else to run.

In the few seconds he had been distracted looking for another escape y/n was in front of him both hands pressed firmly to Jisung's cold cheeks pulling him into a bruising kiss.

At first all Jisung could feel was the warm hands on his cold cheeks, then he was focusing on how cold he was and then he was focusing on y/n's lips pressing against his.

The kiss earlier hadn't registered in his panic stricken and adrenaline induced coma but this time every cell in Jisung's body was aware of y/n's lips on his.

It took a moment to overcome the new wave of panic but y/n's hand moving to his neck to rub soothing circles was enough to calm him down and Jisung melted into the kiss. His muscles relaxed and he sagged into y/n's body, his hands found their way up to wrap around y/n's shoulder both as a way to support his body and take some of the pressure off his shaking legs and to pull y/n closer to him.

When y/n pulled away Jisung gasped a cold breathe of air that seemed to sting more from the loss of y/n's lips on his.

Jisung opened his eyes to gaze at y/n who he found was smiling at him. They could have remained like that for a very long time had they not both been distracted by a stinging pain on their arms, Jisung pulled away to roll his sleeve up and felt new tears fall from his eyes washing away the old ones.

One look at y/n's arm confirmed his first and most pressing thought, the mark that had formed onto Jisung's arm was mirrored on y/n's. Two black roses intertwined, y/n and Jisung, they had found each other.

Jisung looked back down at his arm in wonder as y/n moved closer intent on leaving no space between them and wrapped him in a hug that promised something they both thought they would never have, forever.

2 days ago, tired university senior, Mark Tuan had desperately clung onto, equally tired but much more snarky university senior, Park Jinyoung begging with every last ounce of energy he had so that Jinyoung would buy him a cup of coffee to get him through his first lecture because he just so happened to be running late that morning and forgot his wallet.

The were in the middle of a relatively empty cafe a mere 5 minute walk away from their lecture and Jinyoung seemed to be taking pleasure in making a very tired Mark beg him for the drug that would get him through the next hour and a half.

Eventually Jinyoung conceded and puled out enough money for both their drinks placing the money in Mark's hand and shoving him unceremoniously towards the counter to order for them both.

Mark who would have normally put up a fight in this situation decided to take what mercy was given him and dragged himself towards the cashier who he know noticed had been silently watching him and Jinyoung fight.

Mark knew cute when he saw cute and right now he was being confronted with enough cute to substitute for the large triple shot iced americano he was about to order.

"Hey, what can I get for you?" Mark was pulled out of his open mouthed admiration for the man in front of him, he felt a blush creeping up his face as he quickly gathered his thoughts in order to form coherent sentences.

"Just two large iced americano's please." Mark muttered, when the barista looked down he quickly looked towards the name tag to read the name of the person he definitely had a crush on at this point.

"y/n' Mark read quietly, a hum pulled him out of another stupor and he found y/n giving him a mischievous smile. Mark blushed again and quickly averted his gaze.

He was silent for the rest of the transaction as y/n handed him his change and told him to wait five minutes while he prepared the drinks. If their hands brushed when Mark was taking the drinks and Mark almost dropped them then no one needed to know that.

This is why Mark found himself standing outside the same cafe two days later debating whether he should go in or not.

"Oh, it's you again, why aren't you going in?" Mark was sure that if he had turned around just a little faster he would have gotten a whiplash, but there standing beside him was y/n, the whole reason he had come here on a morning when he didn't have lecture.

"Uhhhhh...." Mark wanted to run before he embarrased himself anymore, why couldn't he just talk?

"Oh don't tell me," y/n paused his smile amused, "Your forgot your wallet? again?"

Mark felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and he qiuckly shook his head no.

"I-I didn't forget my wallet, I-oh god, I wanted to ask if you wanted to like..." Mark trailed off again trying to form the rest of his question.

"Grab a drink together? Meet up sometime? Maybe you wanted my number?" y/n supplied after a moment of staring at Mark's silent figure.

"ummm....whichever one you like?" y/n laughed at that his hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pen.

He stepped closer to Mark and took his left hand in his, if Mark's was blushing before he was sure he'd burst a few arteries in his cheeks now.

"send me a message, tell me when you want to meet." y/n pulled away smiling at Mark one last time before disappearing into the cafe.