Mine

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Tapping on the window sill to an imaginary beat, Mark sighed. Pale fingers feeling the chill through the window pane was mutually numbed by his own thoughts and the sound of the soft rain. He was getting old-not old enough to have a midlife crisis, then again he's sure he has already had three of those this month, but old enough to figure out what to do with his life. Old enough to start something and run with it, old enough to find someone and run with them.
Is that really what twenty-seven-year-olds did? It seems either that or get addicted to drugs and Mark never was one for heroin, weed, or any of that stuff (his mom would have a heart attack), but he thinks he might fit in the first category. Already having a decent job- (who knew he was good enough to start legitimate songwriting right after college?) and hopefully already having someone to run with too.
Mark looked back at the unoccupied bed, Renjun having to leave early; something about a sale on paints and wanting to stop by Sicheng's to try and bribe his way into getting new 'Capezio's' for being a 'wonderful friend'. The brown haired boy smiled, reminiscing to this morning where his boyfriend showed him the begging face that he claimed got him anything he wanted- which was ultimately true, Mark hated to admit. It was cute, he was cute. Mark already knew that he was in love, like really fucking in love and he wasn't afraid to admit it at all- but there were moments that scared and overwhelmed him to hell and back.

"I can't believe it's raining on our anniversary," Mark had sighed, it was their first anniversary and they had been stuck inside a dollar store just around the corner from their college, great.
"It's not that bad," Renjun sighed, fiddling with his light blue dress shirt and smiling at the older.
"You're usually more optimistic than this, Lee."
That was true, Mark crossed his arm and looked away disappointedly.
"Yea, but this is our anniversary, I wanted it to be perfect." This was his first relationship- his first time being with someone romantically. Mark wanted it to be perfect, like in the movies and the romance books Donghyuck always bought but never once read all the way through. He wanted it to be like Jim and Pam minus the destructive friends, like To All The Boys I've Loved minus all the useless drama and angst, like Bonnie and Clyde minus shooting people and going to jail. He wanted something. Something to reminisce on that would make him think 'yea, that was perfect.'
and this was certainly not it.
Renjun looked at the girl behind the cash register, curly hair a mess and face planting on the counter next to the cash register and snickered.
"She's asleep, yea?" Dragging Mark down an aisle he gave him a look that he already knew meant no good.
"Injun, I don't think-"
"Stop worrying and let me save today, Hyung." The black haired boy cringed, hating how the smaller still used the honorific when they were dating- it just felt weird.
"What'd I tell you about calling me that?"
Renjun smiled wider as he grabbed a bag of chips from a shelf,
"I wouldn't be calling you Hyung if you didn't act like one, babe." Mark shook his head, deciding to just let the boy do whatever he wanted, it'd be easier and more enjoyable in the end. Renjun slowly opened the bag, trying to keep it as quiet as possible as some oldies played lightly over the intercom.
"You like SunChips, right?" He nodded dumbly as he crouched down next to the other, trying to act as though he didn't care that his boyfriend just opened an unpaid bag of SunChips. (Poor Mark never in his life has seen anyone do this) Renjun pouted as if he was in deep thought, letting a hand grab a handful of chips nonchalantly.
"You know I'll eat anything bu-"
"But ketchup, I know." Mark laughed as the blonde finished his sentence and let himself relax on the floor, hands supporting himself and resting on the cool tile.
"How much do you like'm?" Renjun asked, focusing on letting his tongue play with his braces, trying not to smile.
"Eh, they're pretty goOD." Mark yelped as the blonde shoved the handful of chips down his Queen shirt. Renjun put a finger to his lips and tried to hold back his own laughter, face turning red.
"Mark you gotta be quiet!"
Mark pushed Renjun away, letting the younger go into a silent laughing fit as he tried to untuck his shirt to let the chips fall out onto the floor and not so smoothly eating one that got caught on the thick of his belt. Renjun saw this and let himself collapse on the floor again, covering his mouth as to not let any sound out.
After finally getting most of the crumbs off of his torso, Mark waddled on his knees towards him.
"You're gonna pay for that, Renjun-ah"
The said boy rolled over to face him, letting one hand prop his head up as the other made its way to his hip sassily.
"Oh I'm so scared, what are you gonna do? Rap to me till I die? Do the one, two step on my face?"
"The second one sounds promising," Mark said but quickly grabbed a handful of chips and tried to shove them in his face. His wrist was grabbed only inches away from Renjun's face as he let out a squeak of fear and tried to use his feet to nudge the older away.
"It's what you deserve, Junie!" Mark whispered forcefully, letting a smile spread across his face.
"I only deserve love and money-" the blonde pouted and gave Mark the wide-eyed stare that usually made his knees weak. Thankfully, he was already on his.
"Not this time Junie~" oh god he jutted out his lip and let his head rest on the floor, still struggling to keep the onslaught of the chips away even with both hand and Mark ever so slightly lessened the strength he was using, he truly was soft for this boy. Renjun took the advantage and just about pushed the older over and got onto his feet, hopping around with the momentum of getting away without crumbs in his hair.
"You love me too much, Mark" he laughed but gasped suddenly as he was pelted with SunChips from the boy who was still on the floor.
"Don't you think I already know?" Mark sighed looking up and letting himself admire the boy standing in front of him, brushing of crisps from his shirt and black pants.
"Oh, you know what? I learned something new about myself today-"
"That you're a terrible boyfriend?"
"Besides that- I can do fifteen pirouettes in a row," Renjun said, a smile showing pride Mark has only seen when he's talking about art or, his new hobby, ballet. The older snaps his fingers consistently, remembering what a pirouette actually was.
"Oh! The spins, yea?"
"To put it lamely, yes. Want me to show you?" He automatically bounces a little bit, ready to show off to his boyfriend.
"Just don't kick anything off the shelves."
Renjun takes that and prepares himself on his left foot and then starts to do pirouettes.
Mark doesn't know what happened, maybe it was something in the air? Maybe something in the water back at the campus or the lone SunChip that he had eaten off of his belt. It was like everything was in slow motion; the way Renjun spun seemingly so effortlessly in his converse, around the halo of chips and other treats that stacked the shelves behind him. It was beautiful, terribly beautiful. Though he did stumble out of it a little bit, he still looked flawless, smiling and running a hand through his blonde hair as he looked for approval. This might have been the first time Mark has actually thought of marriage and it scared him half to death, who should be thinking of it this early in the relationship? He just knew that he wouldn't mind seeing this, seeing him all the time.
"Mark, you're staring- more than usual."
He shook head, black hair becoming even messier and ears becoming red.
"I-I wasn't staring."
"Looking intently; is that better?"
Mark huffed a smile and threw the rest of the bag at his boyfriend,
"Yea, better."