#yumark

The day You and Mark decided to open up your relationship to his best friend Yuta was the day the world shifted on its axis. It seemed everything was right in the world. Mark wasn’t as stressed anymore, he was constantly with someone he loved and if he couldn’t make the time Yuta was there to step in, Yuta treated both of you like royalty. He had loved you both for so long, and to be given the privilege? He wasn’t going to allow any room for error, he was also the more assertive lover. If someone were to talk to either of you and try to get too close Yuta would spawn right by your side ready to tell them off. It was even worse when you three were all out drinking in public, he wanted all of you together but you were all different people, Yuta liked dancing, Mark liked to sit at the bar talking and you? Well you usually sit at the table talking with whomever went out with you guys.

In today’s scenario you were sitting talking with Shotaro, he had invited everyone out for drinks at the local club as a going away party, he was leaving NCT to join Riize, a new group that they were working on. 

You sat at the corner table, listening to Shotaro talk about his upcoming move to Riize. The music thumped in the background, filling the air with a vibrant energy that buzzed through the walls of the club. Shotaro’s words were a mix of excitement and nervousness, and you could tell he was eager for the new chapter in his career. Yet, beneath that excitement, there was a sense of sadness, an unspoken farewell to the people who had become his family over the years.

You nodded along, offering words of encouragement as he spoke about his dreams, but your attention was divided. Mark and Yuta were somewhere nearby, each in their own element. Mark, as usual, was sitting at the bar, chatting with a few friends, his usual laid-back demeanor contrasting with Yuta’s more intense presence on the dance floor. Yuta had a way of commanding attention when he moved, the crowd parting slightly to let him through, but his eyes constantly sought you out in the crowd. You could feel his gaze even from across the room, like a magnetic pull keeping you tethered to him.

It was moments like these—when you were apart, doing your own thing—that you truly appreciated the dynamic the three of you had created. There was no jealousy, no tension. Just trust. Yuta’s assertiveness had never felt suffocating, Mark’s easygoing nature had always complemented yours, and you? You felt like you had finally found a balance between being loved and loving in return. But tonight, something felt... off.

Maybe it was the fact that Shotaro’s departure was looming, or the way the lights above you flickered with each beat of the music, casting shadows on the faces of everyone around you. For a split second, you wondered if this bubble you had built together would last, or if life would continue to shift beneath your feet as it always did.

“Are you alright?” Shotaro asked, snapping you back to the conversation.

You blinked, offering him a small smile. “Yeah, just thinking. You’re going to do great. I’m sure of it.”

Shotaro returned the smile, but his eyes softened, sensing the unspoken thoughts that lingered in the air. “I’ll miss you guys. It’s been an amazing time, and you’ve been a huge part of it.”

You felt a pang of bittersweetness. You’d miss Shotaro too, but you were happy for him. He deserved everything that was coming his way.

Your attention shifted again, this time finding Yuta weaving his way through the crowd, making his way back toward the table. The moment your eyes locked, the intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. Without a word, he slid into the seat next to you, his arm brushing against yours.

“How’s the conversation going?” he asked, his voice low and steady, though there was an undeniable edge to it.

You glanced at Shotaro, who smiled knowingly and gave you both a subtle nod before excusing himself to join the others at the bar. Yuta’s hand found its way to yours under the table, his thumb brushing across your skin in a reassuring gesture.

“I’m good,” you said, the words coming out more steady than you expected. “Just… a little distracted. Everything feels a bit surreal tonight.”

Yuta didn’t ask more; he simply squeezed your hand. His presence, strong and grounding, was the anchor you needed in this fleeting moment.

“Mark’s not too far,” he murmured. “But I’m right here. And I’ll always be here. Don’t worry about anything.”

For a moment, everything else faded into the background—the loud music, the flashing lights, the people. It was just you and Yuta, sharing a quiet connection amidst the chaos of the night.

But as the night wore on and the drinks flowed, something shifted again. There was an unspoken tension, a subtle change in the air that neither you nor Yuta could quite place. Mark had joined you both at the table by now, and while the three of you were as close as ever, a lingering feeling hovered between you all. Maybe it was the unpredictability of Shotaro’s departure, or the realization that this dynamic, this perfect harmony, could one day be tested.

You tried to shake it off, wanting to enjoy the moment, but the nagging thought wouldn’t leave you. Would things remain this easy? Or would the balance you had so carefully built start to fracture with time?

“Let’s go dance,” Yuta suggested suddenly, his smile wide and carefree as he stood up, pulling you gently to your feet.