And now he’s here, losing his mind in a practice room, with his boy trying to turn him on while all Mark can think about is how badly he wants to hold his hand, and kiss his cheek, and wake up next to him every single day. Move in together in a couple of years, maybe, and share clothes and a bed and the shower. And keep count of the years they spend together to celebrate them, not as a victory for staying together, but as an opportunity to keep making memories.
(or: haechan is wearing an oversized shirt and shorts and he makes mark Feel Things)
