Jinyoung woke up after he heard water drops falling on his window and the flash of lighting outside the house. It was raining and he came closer to Mark. He hated the thunder sounds since it was scary. Mark woke up when he felt Jinyoung grip on his shirt too tight.

“Honey, I’m here,” Mark called out and for the first time the word ‘honey’ came out from his lips. Jinyoung assumed he was sleepy and he may not remember it tomorrow.

Jinyoung smiled and huddled closer to Mark to fall back asleep.

The next morning was their first day of being alone in the big mansion. Jinyoung was preparing breakfast while Mark showered. Last night was the best moment Jinyoung ever remembered having with Mark.

“Morning, Honey.”

Jinyoung felt flustered at his fiancé's voice, since he thought that Mark just talked nonsense last night.

“Oh… American Breakfast will be okay today?” Jinyoung asked casually as he put the sausages into Mark's plate, and the older laughed since Jinyoung was blushing red when he turned around.

“Honey, come sit in front of me so I can look at you.” Mark was teasing Jinyoung mercilessly, who started to scratch his forehead.

“Juice?” Jinyoung put the orange juice in front of his fiancé, ignoring the flirt attempts.

“You can call me anything you want to for these few weeks,” Mark said with a cheeky smile placed on his lips.

“Sorry, I won’t buy that,” Jinyoung held himself against the wall.

The sudden sound from Jinyoung's phone made Mark twitch restlessly and Jinyoung quickly turned it on silent.

“Who was that? I saw you had multiple missed calls,” Mark asked normally, digging into his food.

“No one,” Jinyoung put his phone in his pocket and Mark actually saw the caller's name last night. He bet the missed call was from the same person.

“If you want, you can take his call Jinyoungie. Don’t worry, I told you that I won’t force you for the wedding and you can leave if you want," Mark stood up to leave the kitchen but Jinyoung's hand grabbed him.

“I won’t do that. Let’s eat okay.”

Mark nodded since Jinyoung seemed sincere about his words and for this time Mark wanted to believe Jinyoung belonged to him.

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Today, Jinyoung insisted to go to his primary school and Mark drove him.

“Uwaaa… nothing changed…”

The school was not too far from Mark's middle school, so when he had time, he would come and visit little Jinyoung.

“I cannot believe that my childhood memories are full with you inside them,” Mark giggled.

“So, you don’t like it?” Jinyoung pouted.

“No, I love it.” Mark pecked Jinyoung's lips and that startled the boy. It was their first kiss since they were together.

“Yah!” Jinyoung acted as if he didn’t like it but he enjoyed it so much.

“Hey, this was your first classroom, right?” Mark and Jinyoung walked slowly while their hands were intertwined.

“You still remember when I cried so much on the first day?” Jinyoung asked, clearly remembering how Mark hugged him and dropped a kiss on his cheek while promising him that he would get a kiss if he stopped crying and would come every day to school.

“Let me re-enact it,” Mark hugged Jinyoung tightly but this time he dropped kisses on every inche of Jinyoung's face.

“Hyung…” Jinyoung called when Mark's lips touched his collarbone.

“I’m sorry.” Mark stopped.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jinyoung said softly before sealing his lips with Mark's, and this one was not a peck but a passionate kiss that made Mark widen his eyes, allowing himself to drown into it.

The blush on Jinyoun