limina

the last quiver of dusk or the first sigh of dawn your eyes on me from across the room a trick of the light

the pull when it’s right the nudge when it’s not a slight of hand

the way the sun or a good lover’s touch warms the thighs a false kind of gentle

sometimes the tongue slips, no, presses on syllables like how you said I want you, when I was dying to hear I want you

we have reached the tipping point from ache to break

all this time, my heart we’ve been fumbling for the space between lightning and thunder

as if they’re not one in the same

Mark can barely make eye contact with Donghyuck, who’s face would be hilarious if Mark felt like laughing. “So, let me get this straight,” Donghyuck says slowly, “your mom has been under the impression that we’ve been dating for the last, oh, five or so years; you, given the chance to correct her, did not; and now, you are inviting me to attend your brother’s wedding as your plus one under the guise that we have been dating each other since high school.”

Well, when he puts it that way… “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

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Or, Mark and Donghyuck have been best friends forever, so close, in fact, that their parents have thought that they've been dating for years. Mark somehow accidentally on purpose ends up telling his mom that yes of course he's taking Donghyuck to his brother’s wedding. Now, he just has to figure out how act around Donghyuck without making it weird. Oh god, it's not weird, is it?