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First of all, the coffee machine was broken. That was already a bad start. Then the intern at the office had fucked up a bunch of documents that Jinyoung then had to fix but the intern was such a sweetheart and had apologised profusely so Jinyoung took it in stride and brushed it off with a “It’s fine, Youngjae”. It wasn't difficult afterall if it got shifted onto an intern but it was tedious and arduous and in other words fucking boring. But that wasn't the least of it.

Nothing terrible happened but it was a a accumulation of little mishaps that just so happened to occur to Jinyoung. On his way to lunch the lift broke down so he had to climb down seven sets of stairs in his pressed white shirt and then after all that effort, upon arriving at the little family owned cafe that he liked to frequent he finds out that a Starbucks had bought the building and was opening in its stead. Even if he wasn’t able to have one last taste of the ahjumma’s kimchi jiggae he wished that he at least was able to see her one last time.

So Jinyoung has to settle for the subpar sandwiches from the fast food restaurant across the road all the while cursing the social construction of capitalism and that society was brainwashed and continues to be exploited by the bourgeoisie and then has to proceed to climb seven flights of stairs back up. Other shit happens. And at the end of the day all he wants to do is curl up with a little bit of Paulo Coelho and a hot cup of camomile tea his equally as hot vampire boyfriend of three years will make him. Not like his boyfriend knows that he knows that he's a vampire that is. It's really cute how Mark tries to make excuses to cover up the fact that he is one (despite it being blaringly obvious after that One Time at the italian restaurant) and at one point Jinyoung was very hurt and offended that after dating for so long Mark still hadn't trusted him with this information but he understands that it's difficult.

But he should've realised that life wasn't going to make it easy for him and was not going to let him go home that easily. The subway is delayed by 30 minutes because a couple of teenage delinquents decided that it would be fun to try and pry open the train doors, leaving the train a safety hazard out of order and causing everyone to evacuate that train to wait for the next one. Which ends up being totally packed because they essentially had to cram two trains into one and Jinyoung doesnt think he can deal with Mark's affection after being packed into a carriage like a can of sardines with his chest pressed up against a sweaty office worker who clearly doesn't know about the invention of deodorant.

When he finally does get home at last, Jinyoung kicks the front door of his apartment lazily and swings an arm wildly behind him to close it.

“Mark?” Jinyoung calls out into the hallway, shuffling into his house slippers.

No one replies and he's a little relieved because it gives him an opportunity to slide on his silver pendant and swap his gold studs for silver ones. He would feel guilty but Mark has no sense sometimes and Mark ends up ticking Jinyoung off even more than he was already with his stupid cheek kisses and smothering, so really this is for the best.

He’s sitting on their lounge chair reading his tattered paperback version of The Catcher in the Rye with the television on as background music when he hears the jangling of keys and Mark’s sweet voice.

“Baby, I’m back! I went to visit Jackson and his mum gave us some- Woah, uh, hey, is something wrong?”

Jinyoung almost imagines a cartoonish screeching sound effect and smoke trails hot on Mark’s heels when the older’s enthusiastic footsteps come to a dramatic end at the end of the hallway. Mark can probably feel the force of the silver from where he’s standing 5 meters away and Jinyoung tries to hide his grin behind his book. He spots a carry bag full of tupperware in Mark’s hands, presumably full of food Jackson’s mother had cooked for them and it lifts his mood up a little because he hasn’t had home cooked food for ages.

“Nothing much, just hungry. I’ll set up the table?” is his reply, setting his novel down and walking past Mark to the dining room, who plasters himself against wall like a cockroach in the light to let Jinyoung through and there’s nothing to hide Jinyoung’s grin now. Seriously, Mark was so obvious how was he meant to survive as an evil creature of the night like this.

They eat in silence and Jinyoung can feel Mark’s worried gaze on him, flicking back and forth between Jinyoung’s eyes and lower down at his neck where the pendant lies under his shirt.

“Did something happen at work?” Mark asks, finally, a little apprehensive. He picks up a piece of meat and leans over the table to clumsily drop it into Jinyoung’s bowl to not get too close.

Jinyoung chews his piece of beef slowly before answering, “I just had a bad day.”

And that was really all there was to it. Mark still doesn’t quite look satisfied with his answer but lets it rest and they continue to eat in silence. When they’re done Mark volunteers to do the washing up and Jinyoung doesn’t argue. Jinyoung ends up on the lounge again while Mark is doing the dishes, flicking through the channels until he settles on Gag Concert. The comedy is nonsense and hardly Jinyoung’s sense of humour but its mindless comedy manages to detox all the built up stress of the day and he finally thinks it’s time to take off his jewellery.

Mark comes in with Jinyoung’s favourite blue mug with a steaming cup of, you guessed it, camomile tea, sets it on the coffee table in front of Jinyoung and sits two seats too far away from Jinyoung so he’s pressed uncomfortably against the very edge of the sofa. Jinyoung smiles softly because he can see how the older’s hands are twitching with nerve and he can see the way that Mark is peering at him cautiously from the corner of his eye and he can’t hold back his wide smile anymore before he scoots the two seats down and presses himself against Mark.