final (1/1)

~Mark watches Jinyoung from afar, longing evident in his eyes. It's been days since the last time they were together, just the two of them. Mark is happy that got7 is gaining popularity, he really is, they worked so long and hard and now it's finally paying of but still, he can't help but feel a sick sensation in his stomach everytime he looks at the calendar and sees not one little free spot in their schedule.Sighing over how unfair his life is he strolls around, desperately trying to gain a little bit of warmth. Although it's only autumn it's extremely cold and not even the winter jackets with super thickness NBA sponsered them are helping. His legs shiver, his hands hurt from the cold and Mark feels like his nose turned into an iceblock. He thinks back to last winter when they celebrated christmas, all seven boys together, it wasn't that they were notably religious, heck they weren't even all christians, but christmas was fun and since Jinyoung knew how much it meant for Mark he consisted on celebrating. He had worn a christmas hat that sliped over his eyes all the time because it was two sizes too big and Mark hadn't been able to take off his eyes of Jinyoung because he thought it was the cutest thing ever (maybe it was only the mulled wine which made Mark think like that but who was he kidding, he thinks Jinyoung is cute in everything). That evening Mark had slept in Jinyoungs room, the boys tightly cuddled against each other still with their new christmas sweaters on (Jinyoung had knitted them, that Mark and Jinyoungs were couple ones was pure coincidence of course). Getting lost in these beautiful memories made warmth pool into Mark stomach immediately and he blushed lightly at the thought of how close they had been that time.Hoping not to be caught Mark turns around and secretely observes Jinyoung again. The darkness of the night which surrounds them makes his features blurry but Mark still thinks he's the most beautiful person ever. The air is filled with an undeniable tension between them (which somehow only Mark notices), whispering sweet words of desire in