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❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

The snowflakes danced around Mark, settling on his shoulders and creating a frosty crown on his hair. He stood in front of the familiar door, his heart beating faster than the soft snowfall. Passing his hand through his disheveled hair, he winced at the cold dampness now present in the strands. He couldn’t help but wonder if he looked as uneasy as he felt.

As he gazed at the door, contemplating whether to knock or run away, Mark reminded himself of his status as an adult and a Philosophy professor. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself, though the uncertainty lingered in his eyes. Nervousness, excitement, and a tinge of terror mingled in his emotions, creating a cocktail of feelings that made his breath catch.

The soft strains of music filtered through the door, accompanied by the laughter of a child. Mark closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the ambiance. He smiled at the beauty of the scene, the snowflakes falling like stardust, and the sky transforming into a deep purple canvas as the sun yielded to the moon. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and raised his hand to knock on the door. The anticipation hung in the air as he waited, the door standing as a barrier between the two worlds – the one he knew so well and the one he was about to enter, filled with laughter, music, and the promise of a new beginning.

The warmth of movement pulsed from within the house. The music continued its gentle melody, wrapping around the air like a comforting shawl. Mark strained to identify the song but found it elusive, a distant memory just out of reach. A child’s excited scream echoed through the walls, and footsteps approached the door, drawing closer with each passing second. The sounds inside the house painted a picture of life, of joy, a stark contrast to the cold and silent world outside that he used to call home.

❅ Christmas Eve, 2022 ❅

Mark juggled his keys, his bag, and his phone, attempting a delicate dance as Bagel, his loyal companion, stared up at him with a look of sheer impatience. The cold air nipped at both of them, and Bagel’s soft whine hinted at her desire to be inside, snuggled in her favorite spot.

“C’mon, Bagel, we’re almost there,” Mark muttered, determined to conquer the lock without dropping anything else. He crouched down, managing to retrieve the keys and keep his phone precariously balanced between his shoulder and his head.

After a series of fumbles that felt like an eternity, Mark finally swung the door open, welcoming a gust of chilly air into the dimly lit space. Bagel darted inside, making a beeline for her spot next to the TV, seeking refuge from the cold.

As Mark stepped into his home, the reality hit him – the warmth he anticipated wasn’t there. He’d forgotten to turn on the heater before leaving, leaving the apartment almost as frigid as the winter night outside. Bagel emitted a soft whine, signaling her disappointment in the lack of warmth.

“Mark, are you listening to me?” his friend’s voice echoed from the phone. Mark rolled his eyes, momentarily forgetting about the call. “You are NOT spending Christmas alone again, Mark Lee!”

“I am not spending Christmas alone, Jungwoo, stop worrying,” Mark replied, a response worn from countless similar conversations. Jungwoo scoffed, and Mark seized the opportunity to mention Bagel.

“Bagel doesn’t count!” Jungwoo protested.

“Hey! Don’t be mean, she’s the perfect company, right, girl?” Mark cooed, eliciting an enthusiastic response from Bagel. Spending the night with her was Mark’s idea of a perfect Christmas – quiet, comfortable, and void of the chaos Jungwoo often thrived on. They would eat something Mark microwaved (he had tried cooking one time but he ended up in the ER with a stomach infection, and was not keen to repeat the experience) and then they would watch a movie till they both fell asleep. 

“She’s a dog, a very cute one, but still a dog.”

Mark could feel his friend’s internal struggle not to hop on the next flight to join him. He appreciated the sentiment and he loved his friend, he really did, but sometimes they had different ideas on how to make the best out of an evening. During college, Jungwoo was all social butterfly and going to parties, and Mark kept mostly to himself. The only reason why they even started talking was because his now friend was the only other Beta in their course, and Mark had felt too intimidated by the Alphas to make a team with them. Jungwoo had been a gift in many ways. 

“Well, at least I’m spending my evening with someone I like and not the demons you call nephews,” Mark quipped as he headed to his room to change.

Jungwoo groaned loudly through the phone, and Mark laughed, “Don’t even remind me about that! They were cute when they were babies, but now that they discovered all the 'cool' stuff they can do just because they are Alphas, they think they own the fucking world! That’s so 19th century, when the rest of us didn’t have rights, but hello? It’s the 21st century– I love my sister a lot, but she created monsters”.

Mark couldn’t help but to smile at Jungwoo’s ranting about his demonic nephews. He had met them once when they were still babies, back then they had looked cute to him. Made him even consider the idea of having a child one day. 

“You know I would go there with you if I could, right?” Jungwoo’s voice was soft. 

“I know, Woo. I love you.”

“I love you too. Well, if you’re so keen on spending your evening with Bagel, then at least do something fun together. Not watching TV!”

Mark sighed dramatically. Jungwoo’s caring nagging was a small price to pay for having such a genuine friend. “Good night, Woo. Don’t get killed by the demons.”

Jungwoo’s snort echoed through the phone. “I’ll try. ‘Night, Mark. And please don’t spend the night grading papers either!”

Mark chuckled as he hung up the call. 

❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

That had been a year ago. Mark had forgotten dinner and TV, suddenly finding himself not hungry. Instead, he headed straight to bed, Bagel happily following suit as she sensed the warmth of his intentions. As he settled under the covers, Bagel nestled beside him on the warm bed. Mark marveled at how much had changed in the past year – a warmth that permeated the silence, all because of the presence of someone special.

His reverie was broken by the door creaking open in front of him. A flash of light spilled into the snowy night, illuminating the cozy interior of the house. The scent of vanilla filled the air, a familiar fragrance that Mark associated with him.

“Always on time, Mr. Lee,” Yuta’s voice, as warm and comforting as ever, reached Mark’s ears. Yuta’s bright smile instantly dispelled any lingering nerves Mark had about the evening.

“I always am, Mr. Nakamoto,” Mark replied, returning the smile. 

❅ September, 2023 ❅

Mark is late to the meeting, which means he’s really five minutes early, but in the world of academia, kingdom of several unwritten rules in punctuality, with that time you might as well reschedule. He let out a sigh, releasing the anxiety that had built up inside him as he exhaled. In the grand scheme of things, this meeting was not a life-or-death matter, but Mark’s mind had a knack for conjuring problematic scenarios out of thin air. He had to remind himself that he would be fine and that he was on track to arrive on time.

The only real problem, Mark thought as he smiled in greeting to the students he passed in the hallway, is that arriving later in a room with people already inside meant he would have no time to adjust to the scents and pheromones of others. As a beta, it was a source of discomfort, and the mixture of alpha and omega scents was his least favorite combination. He was not looking forward to this meeting for more reasons than one.

This led to his second, less pressing, but equally baffling concern. Mark had no clue why Dean Kang had called for him with such short notice and sparse details. The email he had received yesterday was brief: 

“ Dear Mr. Lee, we need your presence at an urgent meeting scheduled for tomorrow at noon at the Dean’s office. The matter to be discussed is of significant importance and requires your input. Best regards, 

KM ”. 

Which left room – or a huge cellar – for imagination. Mark was pretty certain he wasn’t in any trouble. His work life was running smoothly, and it was only late September, so it couldn’t be related to his teaching performance, with the semester barely getting started. He was, to say the least, in the dark, but he tried not to think much about it as he rounded the corner to the building where the Social Sciences and History Dean’s office was. 

As Mark turned the corner and walked faster, he slipped into the universal language of appearing busy, hoping to discourage further interactions. But one of his students didn’t seem to get the memo. “Professor Lee!” Jaemin, an alpha, trotted up to Mark with a bright smile and a scent that was, at times, overwhelming. “Hey, man, what are you doing?”

Mark had long since given up on correcting Jaemin’s informal address, as it seemed like an impossible task. He replied, “Walking, Jaemin. I’m headed to a meeting I’m already running late for – Hello to you too, Jeno – so spare me the details and cut to the chase.”

Jaemin’s friend, Jeno, was right behind them, and Mark remembered their time in his class from the previous semester. Jaemin was a finance major, and Jeno was pursuing architecture. They had taken his courses to fulfill their credit requirements rather than out of a deep interest in theoretical philosophy. They were certainly an interesting pair, defying expectations in more ways than one. Everything about Jaemin, from his confident demeanor to his physical appearance, screamed alpha. However, his scent was deceptively sweet, almost omega-like, and this led people to often misinterpret his second-gender. 

On the other hand, Jeno had the scent of a typical beta – a subtle and comforting warmth. Yet, his appearance was a mystery. Mark couldn’t easily place him within the confines of the typical stereotypes that categorized alphas, omegas, and betas. However, what was undeniable was that while Jeno made a genuine effort to appear engaged in class, Jaemin frequently struggled to keep his eyes open.

Jaemin flashed a friendly grin, his overly sweet alpha scent swirling around Mark, who was trying to avoid inhaling it too deeply. “Oh, but there are no ulterior intentions, we just saw you and wanted to say hi!” Mark shot a quick glance at Jaemin, acknowledging the lie but not slowing his stride. Behind them there was a cough, making Jaemin roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath. “Okay, fine. I wanted to ask something related to that paper you asked us to write. You know, the one on unethical consent? I’ve been wondering if I could get some extension.”  

Mark looked at Jaemin and sighed inwardly, coming to a complete stop and holding Jeno’s arm as he crashed into Jaemin’s back by the sudden change. “Jaemin, I can’t keep giving you extensions for everything. I already granted you one for last week’s essay, and the one before that. You know I’m pretty flexible when it comes to deadlines, but even I have my limits,” Mark said, maintaining a steady and neutral tone. “I’m sorry, but I can’t offer another extension.”

Jaemin’s smile swiftly faded, his disappointment evident. It was like watching a moth flying directly into the sun hoping for greatness, only to discover it was just a lightbulb all along. Mark found the situation somewhat disheartening, especially as he could discern Jaemin’s disappointment through his scent. Although Jaemin was no longer a puppy, and definitely not Mark’s, it still felt uneasy to deny him. 

“I see... sorry to bother you, professor. I'll leave now,” Jaemin uttered with a subdued and sad tone, starting to turn away. Mark exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he'd been holding, his mind swirling with unsettling memories about another student in another time. Jaemin was different, Mark reminded himself. He needed to regain his composure and act as the professional teacher his students expected.

However, before Jaemin could walk away, Jeno caught his arm, halting his departure. Jeno, who had been quiet throughout the exchange, fixed Mark with a resolute and sincere expression. “Professor Lee, I know it might not always seem like it, but both of us genuinely enjoy and respect your class. And correct me if I’m wrong, but our performance reflects that, doesn’t it? We’ve never received a poor grade on any of the assignments or projects you’ve graded.”

Mark considered Jeno’s words, acknowledging that their work had indeed been consistently high quality. He had granted extensions before, and the reasons had always been justified. As Jeno continued, Mark listened attentively.

Jeno explained, “With the cycling competition starting this October, and just a few weeks left to prepare, we’ve had to dedicate more time to training and practice. So, you see, Professor, you would be doing Jaemin a huge favor if you could just give him a few more days.”

Mark arched an eyebrow at Jeno’s response. “You have a sports scholarship, right, Jeno?”

Jeno nodded. “Yes, Mr. Lee.”

Mark continued, “Right, so you have a sports scholarship, you have to not only perform well in sports – cycling – but also maintain good grades in all your subjects, and yet I don’t see you asking for an extension. Jaemin, however, doesn’t find himself in the same position as you, does he?”

Jaemin’s gaze dropped to the ground, and his embarrassed scent thickened like it does with younger teenagers who find it hard to control their scents and emotions. But Jeno didn't miss a beat, holding Mark’s gaze steadily.

“In that, you would be correct, Mr. Lee,” Jeno replied calmly. “However, even though Jaemin doesn’t have a sports scholarship that demands his attention, he works part-time. He’s at the elderly home on the 10th, and he also volunteers at the orphanage across the street. So, Professor, when he’s not here or at training, he’s helping people.”

Mark took a deep breath, trying to detect any falsehood in Jeno’s words through his scent, but he found nothing to suggest dishonesty. A soft chuckle escaped him. “You would have made a terrific lawyer, Jeno.”

Jeno responded with a wry smile, “I’m literally two seconds away from crying and throwing up, but thank you, Professor.”

Mark then turned his gaze to Jaemin, who was now looking hopeful. To tease the younger man, Mark pretended to consider it further. “It has to be the best essay I’ve ever seen. I’ll grant you one more week, and that’s it.”

Both students grinned at each other in triumph. Mark continued, “You keep this one close to you, Jaemin. He’s... convincing. I should get going now. You two have a great day, and I’ll catch you in class.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up with gratitude, nodding in appreciation. “Thank you, Professor Lee. I won’t let you down.”

Mark waved off Jeno and Jaemin and practically sprinted the final few meters to the Dean’s office. His conversation with the students had undeniably made him genuinely late, and he needed to make up for it.

As he approached the office, Mark noticed that the door was slightly ajar, and inside, Dean Kang was engrossed in a sea of paperwork scattered across her desk. He always found her office to be a perfect embodiment of organized chaos, where the minimalist and clean walls contrasted with the desk, which was a cluttered landscape of documents.

“Hey, Mina, sorry I’m late,” Mark said as he stopped at the door. Kang Mina, the Dean of the Humanities and History department, looked up from her work to greet him.

She was a sweet-looking woman in her late twenties, the youngest Dean in the entire university and also the only omega in that position. When Mark had started teaching in the department, Mina had just begun her role in the office, and their professional relationship had quickly blossomed into a genuine friendship. Mark had witnessed how much the department had thrived under Mina’s leadership and guidance.

Mina chuckled and motioned for him to sit in the chair across from her. “Oh, Mark, you’re never late. I bet you were even early to your own birth. How are you today?”

Mark laughed politely at the remark, choosing not to dwell on the fact that she was entirely correct. He had been a seven-month baby rather than the typical nine months.

Mark leaned forward slightly in his chair, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Skip the pleasantries, what’s this meeting about?” he asked.

Mina chuckled at Mark’s straightforwardness. “Always so impatient, Mark Lee! We’re actually waiting for someone else, so sit tight before you wear yourself out. Mind if I open the window to let some fresh air in?”

Mark rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as Mina didn’t wait for his response and proceeded to open the window. It was a habit of hers, not waiting for approval before taking action. The shifting colors of the trees outside signaled that autumn was fast approaching, and he’d soon need to retrieve his cardigans from the depths of his closet.

As the breeze swept into the room from the open window, it carried with it the unmistakable scent of Mina. Her omega scent had always been a comforting presence to Mark, but this time he couldn’t help but notice the subtle change in the aroma that had caught him off guard.

“Are you expecting?” Mark asked, his voice unintentionally louder than he had intended.

Mina’s expression shifted from confusion to horror, her eyes widening like saucers. “No! God, no, don’t scare me like that. I’m not ready to have a puppy yet. I can barely handle this job and my cats. Do you expect me to be able to handle a baby too? Of course not!”

Mark was taken aback. “Then what-”

Mina quickly interrupted, “You probably detected my brother’s scent. He and his partner are having a baby, and I stopped by to visit them before coming to work today. You really scared me; I thought it was your beta sixth sense.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, still puzzled. “My beta sixth sense?”

Mina explained, “My grandmother used to tell us when we were younger that just as alphas could make someone submit, and omegas had the ability to calm others, betas could identify when someone was pregnant, even before the pheromones changed their scent naturally.”

Mark was speechless. “That makes no sense.”

Mina laughed, shaking her head. “Hey, tell that to my grandma! You know, it’s probably the baby fever, seeing my brother now and how happy he looks. It made me realize that I do want a puppy, but maybe in a couple of years.”

Mark smiled softly, imagining Mina as a mother. “You’ll be an incredible mother if you decide to be one.”

Mina returned the smile and then turned her attention back to Mark. “How about you, Mark? I don’t think I’ve ever asked you that before.”

Mark’s smile faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Uh, I think I’ve done enough parenting for a lifetime by being a teacher.”

Mina gave a slight nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right. At least as a teacher, you can return to the tranquility and silence of your home. I assure you that my brother didn’t think about that.”

Mark’s gaze wandered briefly, and he couldn’t help but think about his too quiet and lone apartment. “Yeah, silence,” he replied, ending the conversation.

Mina clapped her hands together, breaking the momentary silence. “Well, it seems like our other company isn’t arriving anytime soon. Why don’t I give you a bit of a head start?”

Mark nodded appreciatively. “That sounds great.”

Mina leaned back in her chair, her expression growing more serious. “Mark, I’m going to be straightforward. This is about Park Jisung, one of your students.” Mark’s heart sank at the mention of that name. He involuntarily tensed, giving his full attention to what Mina was about to say. “I thought over the summer break that he was going to settle and his bad streak was going to end, but it seems like I misjudged the situation.”

She bit her lip before continuing, “He’s not doing well. Let me clarify that – he’s failing almost every class except his dancing courses. I spoke with him before the break, and he has managed to improve in some of them, but he is still in danger of failing two. As you probably know, Jisung’s scholarship requires him not to fail any class and to maintain good grades. I’m afraid that if he doesn’t improve, he could lose it.”

Mark sank into his chair, allowing Mina’s words to wash over him like a cold bucket of water. He knew Jisung well, perhaps even better than most of his other students. The young man had spent more time in Mark’s office than Mina herself. Jisung was an art history major, and that had always puzzled Mark because it was clear that Jisung’s true passion lay in dance, not in the academic subjects he was studying.

It had felt almost like a miracle that Jisung had enjoyed Mark’s class the previous year. How did it happen? Mark wasn’t entirely sure, but they had developed a unique bond. Mark was not only Jisung’s teacher but also someone he could talk to, as he had noticed how the young alpha seemed to have very few friends, and it had sparked his concern.

The news that Jisung was facing academic difficulties troubled Mark deeply. However, something in Mina’s story didn’t quite add up. “That’s certainly worrying. But Mina, Jisung already passed my classes last year, and he’s not currently enrolled in any of my other courses. I’m confused as to why you’re telling me this.”

Mina leaned forward, her expression filled with concern. “I know it might sound strange, Mark, but there’s a reason I came to you with this. Jisung values your opinion and guidance more than you might realize. He’s in danger of losing his scholarship, and I believe your support could make a significant difference. His current teacher–”

As Mark was about to continue the conversation with Mina, a sudden knock on the door drew their attention. Mark had forgotten to close the door properly, and it had swung open, revealing a newcomer. 

Standing there was a man who seemed to have stepped out of the pages of one of the vampire novels Mark secretly enjoyed but never admitted to anyone out of sheer embarrassment. The newcomer was dressed entirely in black, wearing a long trench coat that nearly touched the floor, and Mark was certain that if it weren’t for the stylish boots he wore, the coat would be trailing along the ground.

The man’s dark brown hair was slicked back to reveal sharp, refined features. Mark couldn’t help but notice that the newcomer was exactly his type, but he chose to push that thought aside as he watched the man enter the room.

“I apologize for my tardiness, Dean Kang. You’d think that after almost two months, I would have gotten used to the disorienting buildings, but apparently I need more practice,” the professor, because there was no way that elegant looking man was a college student, stated with a quick bow towards Mina before his gaze settled on Mark. 

Mark couldn’t help but stare back as the other’s eyes traveled across his face almost shamelessly.

“Oh, Professor Nakamoto, please do have a seat,” Mina invited after a brief pause, motioning for the man to take the chair next to Mark.

The elegant teacher nodded softly, his polite smile never wavering as he made his way towards the vacant chair. However, just before he could sit down, he did something quite unexpected. He placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, an audacious act given their recent acquaintance.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ll fix your grades problem in no time,” the teacher assured Mark with a mysterious grin. The soft breeze coming through the open window carried Professor Nakamoto’s scent to his nose, a (pleasant smelling) alpha from the looks of it, although Mark didn’t need to smell him to know, his audacity was enough.

Mark stared at the teacher, bewildered by the man’s behavior, and then he spoke up, his voice tinged with confusion. “Uh... I don’t think we’ve met before. I am not a... I’m Professor Mark Lee. I teach philosophy here. I’m not a student.”

The man’s hand remained on Mark’s shoulder for a moment before he withdrew it, an amused glint in his eye. “Ah, my apologies, Professor Lee. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You do look young! I’m Yuta Nakamoto, a new faculty member in the history department. Dean Kang asked me to join this meeting, but I suppose there’s been a little mix-up.”

Mina chimed in, attempting to smooth over the awkward situation. “Mark, this is Professor Nakamoto, Jisung’s history teacher, the class he is currently failing. I asked him to join us to discuss that matter.”

Mark nodded in understanding, though he couldn’t shake off the confusion that had settled in the back of his mind. How had he failed to recognize his own student if Professor Nakamoto was indeed Jisung’s teacher?

It was as if Professor Nakamoto could read Mark’s thoughts because he went on to explain the situation. “Jisung has failed to attend any of my classes, which is concerning, but I’m not here to babysit. As long as students submit their assignments, I don’t mind. However, Jisung has also failed to do that.”

Mark nodded in response, beginning to grasp the gravity of Jisung’s situation. As Professor Nakamoto took a seat next to him, Mark refocused his attention on Mina, who wore a frown.

“Jisung might not be the most dedicated student, but there’s heart and talent in what he does deliver,” Mina explained. “However, there’s only so much I can do. I called you both because I was hoping you, as his teacher and friend,”  she looked directly at Mark when she mentioned the word friend , “you could offer him some additional guidance and support. Maybe you could arrange extra sessions or help him with his study techniques. Jisung respects you, Mark, and I believe you are a good teacher, Professor Nakamoto. Jisung just needs help finding his way back to the right path.”

It didn’t take them long to create a plan to help Jisung, and by the time Mark left Mina’s office he was sure Bagel would be anxious for him to come back home. He hurried along the hallway towards the parking lot where his car was. Not caring too much about people around him. 

“Mr Lee!” a voice called out for him. Mark stopped abruptly and turned around facing the direction of the man who called his name. Mr. Nakamoto – Yuta – looked as if he had run to reach him in the deserted hall. “You’re also leaving for the day?”

Mark nodded politely “Mark is alright, and yes all my classes for today are done.” He didn’t know why he allowed Mr. Nakamoto to call drop formalities so fast but something in the way the other talked made him do it. 

“I see,” the history professor said with a smile “I’ll see you around then for the Jisung dilemma,” Yuta smiled as he said his name and started walking towards what Mark assumed was his car, but stopped and turned around “Actually, Mark, I was going to ask Dean Kang, but frankly after my mistakes today I thought it was too embarrassing, but I received an invitation to an academy ceremony and I was wondering if you knew what all of that was about.”

For a moment the question caught Mark off guard. The academy ceremony was one of the most important events in their university and it was well known by everyone to attend, but this was not everyone, this was Yuta Nakamoto, and he was new. 

“It is only the event of the year, where the most exemplary teachers and students are awarded. Everyone always gets excited for it, even if you are not nominated, it’s a big party,” he explained. 

He noticed that throughout his explanation Yuta had not stopped looking at him with interest and nodded slightly as he went on. “Better not miss it then.”

Mark chuckled, “Yeah, that would be considered a mistake.”

“I can’t keep making more of those.” Yuta laughed, “Dean Kang has enough with me getting lost on campus for the past month.”

Something took over Mark as he answered. Maybe it was the same spirit that possessed Jungwoo’s carefree and bold body all the time. “You can sit at my table if you want. At the ceremony I mean.” 

Mark waited anxiously, but at least Yuta looked as surprised as he felt, “I would love that, thank you.”

Mark nodded nervously as he bid the professor goodbye and begged his legs to stop shaking as he reached his car.

❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

Warmth enveloped Mark’s body as soon as he crossed the threshold into Yuta’s home. Yuta’s arms swiftly wrapped around him, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that Mark had come to cherish. The scent of vanilla intensified as Mark buried his head in the Alpha’s neck, being careful not to crush the gifts he had brought between their bodies.

“How are you, my dear?” Yuta’s voice, muffled by Mark’s hair, held genuine concern.

“Honestly?” Mark hesitated.

“Always.”

Mark sighed, “I’m... coping.”

Yuta held Mark by his shoulders, concern etched across his face. “We don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to.”

Mark quickly shook his head, dismissing that possibility. Today had been his idea, and he was determined to follow through. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all,” he explained.

Yuta’s concerned gaze lingered as Mark fixed his clothes and removed his snow-covered boots. Mark rolled his eyes. “Yuta, I swear it’s okay. I’m actually excited. It would be the first time I met a celebrity. Jungwoo is totally jealous.”

Watching Yuta’s concern transform into amusement and something Mark couldn’t quite identify, he snorted, playfully hitting Yuta on the arm. “But, my love, you are the celebrity in the house.”

Mark chuckled as Yuta left butterfly kisses along his growing red face. The word 'dating' created butterflies in his belly, but he couldn’t care less about looking like a teenager.

“You know, that still doesn’t compare.” Mark’s laughter died in his throat when he heard a man’s voice from further inside the house, likely coming from the kitchen that he had visited for many weeks now.

“Hey, look at me, Professor,” Yuta called him 'Professor' when he was serious, cupping Mark’s face with his hand. Mark leaned into the touch. “It’s going to be fine. Sure, he’s my friend, but you already met the most important person in my life, and she loves you. So this? This is nothing compared.”

He chuckled, “I guess you are right.”

“I always am,” Yuta smirked, “Besides, I meant it. You yourself are a far more intimidating celebrity.”

Mark laughed and grabbed Yuta’s hand, leading him towards the heart of the house. “In that, you would be right, Professor. Can’t forget how you were terrified of me!”

Yuta squeezed Mark’s hand gently and followed him, “Not terrified, astounded.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Mark teased, the nervous tension easing as they moved further into the warmth of Yuta’s home.

❅ Mid October, 2023 ❅

White had never been Mark’s color. It had always made him look pale – a sick Victorian child according to Jungwoo. He preferred warmer colors. Earthbound colors.

But today’s ceremony theme was “Clouds.” Mark thought the topic was far more conceptual than last year’s disastrous “Royal” theme. The intricate clothes had caused chaos, and the event had nearly drained the university’s budget. This year, they kept it safe. The hall they were in now had been transformed with white fabrics from floor to ceiling, with cloud-like cotton hanging elegantly. Mark admitted it was beautiful, a clever concept. He had been excited about the theme until he saw that the dress code allowed nothing more than white.

Panicking, he called Jungwoo for advice. His friend, as clever as always, suggested Mark incorporate the conceptual theme into his dress code. Which led to Mark wearing a two-tone suit, transitioning from beige to a deep orange. He was a sunset. He was the sky. He was an idiot because now, surrounded by people in white and light grays, he stood out like a fire among purity.

“Everybody keeps looking at you,” Ten remarked, a fellow teacher from the same department.

Mark cringed at his own decisions. “Yeah, I’m beginning to think this suit was not the smartest idea.”

Ten’s amused expression only grew bigger. “Oh, I don’t think the suit has anything to do with that. Although I must admit it’s amazing. Where did you buy this?” The omega pinched Mark’s suit between his fingers.

Mark frowned. “It was a gift. Wait, what do you mean the suit is not the reason why everyone keeps staring at me?”

Ten rolled his eyes, amused. “Oh my god, Mark, that’s why I tell you that you have to spend more time with the rest of us oh-mortal teachers and less time in your godly head.”

When he saw Mark’s confused face, he pulled him closer, voice almost a whisper. “Rumors say you are going to be the winner of this year’s ' Most Inspirational Teacher ' award. Is either that or the other rumor that says you are banging the history teacher.”

“What?!”

Ten laughed openly, gathering attention from others around them. “I’m kidding! Nobody says that about you and him, but you smell guilty. Something to share with the class, Mr. Lee?”

“Shut up, Ten.” Mark hit Ten’s arm slightly. “Mr. Nakamoto and I have a very professional relationship. In fact, we’ve barely even talked these past few weeks. We’ve been busy trying to keep Jisung from failing his classes.”

Mark wasn’t lying. Both he and Yuta had barely seen each other, and when they did, they always talked about Jisung’s progress. He wouldn’t tell Ten, but he was hoping the Alpha had remembered his invitation to sit at his table so they could talk a bit more.

Ten sighed loudly. “I would also get distracted in class if I had that man as a teacher.”

“You are unbelievable. How are you even a teacher?”

“Because I’m the best dancer in the country.” Ten winked. “Anyways, you can stop looking for him. He will be late as usual.”

“I’m not looking for him, I am just admiring the scenery,” Mark muttered under his breath. He knew Ten didn’t buy his lie when the other just laughed it off. Mark felt like a lost puppy, glancing around the venue for the alpha’s dark hair and eyes. The truth is, Mark was intrigued by him. They hadn’t talked much, but whenever they did, they ended up talking about different topics that scratched Mark’s brain. And another thing, Mark always wanted to know more about everything, and Professor Yuta was so mysterious in that sense. It was only natural that he was intrigued. But not in the way Ten was thinking. It wasn’t physical, at least not to him.

The night continued its course, and after a couple of greetings, all professors and students were invited to sit at their assigned tables. The ceremony started, and Mark lost all his hopes of seeing the Alpha for the night as he was nowhere around. “ Don’t look so disappointed, Mark, it’s not like it was a date,” he told himself.

The initial speeches and the clapping of people passed rather quickly. Mark tried not to sneeze every time the old omega sitting next to him moved, releasing her rather too sweet pheromones that were making him dizzy. By the time they were halfway through the prizes and nominations, there was a loud bang from one of the doors leading to the exit. Some people looked at the newcomer with interest (omegas), others with apparent disdain (mostly alphas), and a few didn’t even turn to the sound of the door (betas).

Mark’s eyes met what he thought was the most beautiful suit he had ever seen. White fabric decorated with Japanese-style clouds that had such an intense blue it seemed almost black. It was both traditional and modern, playful. Of course, the only one who could have worn that was Yuta. The alpha caught his eyes, and they sparkled in recognition, a smile adorning his handsome face.

Mark laughed silently as he watched Yuta trying to make himself small while walking towards his table. When he heard Ten wolf-whistle slowly, he glared at his fellow teacher, and an older teacher shushed them up.

“Sorry, am I too late for the good stuff?” Yuta said as he arrived and sat down in the empty seat next to Mark.

“Not really, it barely started,” Mark replied, though he wasn’t sure why he had lied.

“Did you get lost again on campus, Mr. Nakamoto?” Ten teased the alpha.

To this, Yuta’s face grew a bit red with embarrassment, but he shook his head in denial, “No, I had to resolve a family matter.”

Mark frowned at the mention of family. He knew Yuta was single, having overheard some other teachers gossiping about it—the ones who always seemed to know everything about everyone. Maybe it was about his parents? A sibling?

“Ah, you’re a family man, then?” Ten asked with genuine interest after winking at Mark secretly.

“I’d like to think I am. There is nothing more important to me than that,” Yuta replied honestly. There was something in the way he said it, a certain security and tone that made Mark think the man was serious. If it came down to it, Yuta would probably do anything for his family.

The thought reminded him of his own mother, a fierce Beta. Strong and clever, she had helped Mark grow in ways only she could. In a world where Betas were often seen as less interesting and valuable, she made him understand that his worth was not based on what society told him but was innate, and it was up to him to make people notice that.

“What about you, Mr. Chittaphon, do you have any family?” Yuta asked, ignoring the glare of the older professor who had shushed them before.

“Not in the country. All of my family is back in Thailand; it’s just me here,” Ten answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I worked my ass off for this. I am the first one to attend college overseas, and I know my family is very proud of me, as I am of them. A little distance cannot change that.” Ten said proudly.

To this, Yuta’s eyes grew wide in surprise, and then he smiled softly, nodding to Ten’s words. He then turned to Mark. “What about you, Mark? Is your family from here?”

Mark cleared his throat. “Uh, not really. I’m from Canada actually; my parents live there. It’s just me and Bagel.”

“Bagel?” Yuta asked, confused.

Mark shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, Bagel. She’s my dog.”

Yuta smiled. “Can I see a picture? I think I like cats more, but I like dogs too.”

“Uh, yeah sure.” Mark took out his phone and lit it up to show the picture of Bagel that was his phone wallpaper. It only struck him then that maybe it made him look childish or unprofessional. But who could have blamed Mark when Bagel was the most precious dog in the world?

Yuta stared at him appalled before he laughed. “You named your beagle dog 'Bagel'?”

Mark laughed back. “I guess I did.”

“That’s genius. I love that,” Yuta said, causing something inside Mark’s chest to flutter

When Mark looked back at Ten, the other was leaning on the table with his hand on his chin, smirking like he knew he was going to tease Mark about this later.

In the background, someone was talking through the microphone, giving an acceptance speech for the prize they had just won. It wouldn't take long before the 'Most Inspirational Teacher' award was given, and Mark was starting to get nervous. He thought back to Ten's words. Could it be true? Him winning the award was not really a surprise for him. He had worked hard that year, not for the prize but for the benefit of his students. He always tried to give them the best education they deserved and to push them into becoming better adults. However, it was unusual for someone so young in the department to win. Besides, he had only been teaching here for three years, when other teachers had taught for decades now. He thought his nomination was more symbolic than serious, but now Ten's words made him think again.

Just when his mental ramblings were getting more complicated, the host announced this year's nominees for the 'Most Inspirational Teacher' award.

"Alright, folks, we are almost done with this year’s Award Ceremony, and I am wondering how is everyone doing?" The venue erupted in applause and screams, mostly coming from the invited students, who Mark guessed were already drunk despite the lack of strong beverages. "That’s the spirit! Now, for the moment you all have been waiting for! These are the nominees for this year’s ‘Most Inspirational Teacher’ award."

Mark wiped his sweaty hands on his suit pants when he saw the other teachers' faces and his own on the grand screen next to the stage. He felt Ten's hand clapping on his back in what he assumed was supposed to be encouraging.

Yuta, sitting on his right, moved a bit closer so that Mark could hear him over the sound of clapping and shouting. "I didn’t know you were nominated. You should have told me before so I could have prepared something!"

"Prepared what?" Mark asked, but before he could receive an answer, the host cleared his throat against the microphone. "Okay, okay, everyone calm down. I would like to say that we are very proud of each and every one of the teachers nominated this year, in addition to all those who were not nominated but who played a fundamental role in the education of the young people of this institution. So please give yourselves a big round of applause too."

"This year’s winner of the 'Most Inspirational Teacher' award is… PROFESSOR MARK LEE!"

Mark paused for a moment, taking in the cheers and applause from the crowd. The room seemed to vibrate with the energy of the celebration. He couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions – gratitude, joy, and a hint of disbelief.

Once the initial shock subsided he looked around and stood up. For the first time since his anxiety started, he was able to walk without his legs shaking. Smiling politely and thanking all the people on his way to the stage. Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of the student’s tables clapping harder than any other in the room. He looked back at them and laughed when he saw a smiling Jeno clapping next to a wild Jaemin who screamed his lungs out. Not caring for the weird looks he was receiving. 

As Mark climbed the stairs to the stage the host of the evening shook his hand and congratulated him. Mark tried not to shake as he accepted the award and stood in front of the microphone. 

He hadn’t prepared a speech as he was not expecting to win. So Mark did what he is best at doing, improvise “You know, I never imagined I'd be standing here tonight. But life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it? Back when I was a student, my favorite teacher used to say, 'True education goes beyond textbooks; it's about igniting a fire within, encouraging curiosity, and fostering a love for learning that lasts a lifetime”

Mark's eyes scanned the room, connecting with Yuta’s, drawn by the deep blue of his suit. The alpha was shining. He was smiling as if he was genuinely proud of him, as if they were old friends who saw each other succeed. It was strange but Mark paid no mind to the strange feeling and continued his speech. 

“Teaching philosophy has been a wild ride – full of deep conversations, mind-bending ideas, and the kind of laughter you only get when you're diving into life's big questions. To all my students, you're the real MVPs. Your passion, questions, and hunger for knowledge keep me on my toes and make every day in the classroom a blast. This award isn't just about me; it's about all of us who believe in the power of education to inspire and change lives. Let's keep pushing boundaries, asking the big questions, and, most importantly, having a ton of fun along the way. Thank you.” With a final nod of gratitude, Mark stepped away from the microphone, the applause ringing in his ears as he descended from the stage.

Dizzy due to the pheromones of all the people who hugged him on his way back to his table, Mark managed to finally clear his head on something. He wanted to know more about Yuta. Why? He wasn’t sure, but it was the type of impulsive decisions that led Mark to finding incredible and painful things. Maybe it was his brain trained to ask questions about knowledge and unusual connections. 

Ten was the first one to greet him back at his table. The omega’s arms around him as he talked “Told you!” 

Mark rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. His eyes quickly looked around for a white suit with blue clouds on it. “Where’s Yuta?” he asked.

“Are you already changing me for a man? I can't believe it!” Ten’s fake annoyance was ignored by Mark as he kept looking around the venue. After his descent from the stage, the official party had started and people around them stood up and walked over to other people. 

Yuta was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, just like that. Mark frowned. “Hey, I am sure he’ll be back. He probably went to the restroom or something,” Ten said “Come on, I need to go fight- I mean talk with the classical music professor that keeps stealing my practice room.”

Mark nodded “You go ahead, I’m going to rest here a bit.”  

Ten frowned slightly before he smiled again, shrugging his shoulders in response. “Okay, then see you around!” Ten walked away from him towards another group of teachers next to the snacks shouting “Professor Kun Qian! So lovely to see you! Can we talk?”

Alone at the table, Mark couldn't shake the nagging curiosity about Yuta. The room buzzed with animated conversations and laughter as the celebration continued around him. He leaned back, taking a moment to absorb the atmosphere, but his mind kept drifting back to the mysterious absence of Yuta.

Perhaps it was just a simple bathroom break, as Ten suggested, but Mark's intuition told him otherwise. He gazed at the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of the distinctive white suit with blue clouds, but he saw nothing. 

Shaking his head Mark stood up. Why was he so caught up with this man anyways? He was a grown man and was able to walk out freely. Sure, Mark would have loved to talk a bit more with him, but it wasn’t like Yuta needed his permission to go home or something. He was being ridiculous. 

He decided to go where Ten was standing a few tables away on a mission to reclaim his practice room, engaged in animated discussions, his expressive gestures commanding attention. Mark couldn't help but chuckle at Ten's charisma.

Just when he was about to make it to where Ten and the other teachers were, the smell of vanilla flooded his nostrils, making him turn in the direction of the scent. Just a few meters away, close to the door that led to the exit of the hall, Yuta was standing with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he talked on the phone.

Mark couldn't make out what the man was saying, but by Yuta’s stance, he could only guess it was something that was making him stressed, his scent much stronger than it would normally be. Mark debated whether to approach him or not. It looked serious, but they weren’t that close for him to walk over there and ask. In the end, he decided to keep his distance when the strong scent of vanilla subsided a little.

As Mark watched Yuta, he noticed the man had a bracelet of a lion on his right wrist that he kept touching every once in a while. Before Mark could be labeled as an official stalker for watching people having private conversations, Yuta was out of the room in a second. Mark stood there for a moment, wondering what all of that had been about.

The rest of the night happened eventless. As smooth as these types of parties usually went. A couple of drunk students had to be carried out, but besides that, it was a pretty good night for all of them. Except for Mark.

"Still sad your hot teacher left early?" Ten asked for the hundredth time that night.

"I am not sad," Mark mumbled under his breath.

"You sure look deflated over it, though," the omega was now sitting on a chair next to him, slowly sipping on his red wine he had managed to acquire from someone. He looked more relaxed, whether it was because of the wine or because he won his argument with the music teacher, Mark had no clue.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I don’t know why I even talk to you."

Ten chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. "Because deep down, you appreciate my sparkling personality and insightful commentary."

Mark shot him a half-hearted glare. "Or maybe it's because I can't escape your relentless teasing."

"Oh, come on, Mark. You're the 'Most Inspirational Teacher.' Shouldn't you be immune to a little teasing?" Ten grinned mischievously.

Mark sighed, realizing there was no escaping the banter. "I guess even the most inspirational need a reality check from time to time."

Ten's laughter filled the air, drawing some curious glances from nearby teachers. "You're too easy, Mark. Lighten up a bit. Enjoy the victory!"

Mark smirked. "Thank you, man. I think it's time to go home; I've left Bagel alone for too long."

Ten nodded in understanding. "I’m sure she misses her daddy."

Mark glared at his colleague and walked towards the exit, shouting, "Don’t ever call me that again!" 

Ten laughed and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! 'Professor Lee' it is, then."

The cold night air hit Mark’s face like a slap, autumn leaves around his feet as he walked towards the street in hopes of calling out for a taxi. There was something peaceful about walking through campus at night. When he was still a student here, just three years ago, Mark would take any opportunity to stretch his legs and just aimlessly walk around. Under the cover of the soft street lights and the distant noises of the city – no strange pheromones around – Mark allowed his brain to go wild for the first time. There was no doubt his best decisions were born in those same sidewalks he was now walking. 

The walk to the outer streets was short. Only a couple of students were out that late, and none that Mark recognized. Spotting a bench, he decided to wait there until he could flag a taxi down. He took his time to walk over to the bench, considering there was no one who could claim it first.

"You're leaving." Yuta's voice, now calm and composed, interrupted Mark's musings. He turned to find the alpha standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. Where had he come from? 

"Yeah, it's getting late," Mark replied, a mix of relief and curiosity in his tone. "Everything okay?"

Yuta nodded.

Mark noticed that the lion bracelet was still on Yuta's wrist. "Your family?" Mark added then.

Yuta sighed softly, his gaze locking with Mark's. "Yeah, I'm probably leaving too now."

Mark nodded in understanding, captivated by the warmth in Yuta's eyes.

The two stood in a comfortable silence for a moment before Yuta spoke again. "I didn't get to properly congratulate you on the award. Well-deserved, Mark."

Mark smiled appreciatively at Yuta's words. "Thanks, Yuta. It means a lot, coming from you."

Yuta's eyes held a warmth that made Mark's heart flutter. "I meant it. Your dedication to your students is admirable. I can see why you won that award."

Mark scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed but genuinely grateful for the compliment. "Well, I do my best. Teaching is more than just a job for me."

Yuta nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I can tell. It's refreshing to meet someone so passionate about their work."

Mark gestured to the lion bracelet. "What's the story behind the bracelet, if you don't mind me asking?"

Yuta looked down at his wrist, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's a family gift. She told me it symbolizes strength, courage, and loyalty. I've worn it ever since I received it."

Mark listened intently, finding a newfound connection in their conversation. "That's beautiful."

Yuta nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. 

As they continued to talk, Yuta’s dark eyes drew Mark further into his words. He could not believe how he had met with Yuta once a week for the past month, and yet it was only until tonight that he had managed to learn more about him. 

Mark spotted a taxi approaching and signaled for it. "Well, I guess this is it," he said, offering his hand for a shake.

Yuta took his hand, their fingers intertwining, and their eyes locked. "It was a pleasure, Mark. I hope we can continue this conversation another time."

Mark smiled, a soft warmth spreading through him. "I'd like that. But before you go, there's something I wanted to ask."

Yuta looked at him, curious. "What is it?"

Mark took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Yuta's eyes widened in surprise, capturing the night stars in them. "I'd love to."

Mark grinned, relief and joy washing over him. "How about next Wednesday?”

"I'm sure I can free up my schedule." 

The taxi driver honked his car once, and Mark hurried towards the door, “Great! I'll text you the details. Have a safe trip home, Yuta."

“You too Mark.”

❅ Late October, 2023 ❅

For once, Mark was glad Yuta was late. As he stood on the bustling street, he couldn't shake off the feeling that fate had conspired against him that day. It started with an unusually early wake-up call, followed by what he deemed the most tedious class he'd ever taught. Not even Jeno, his most enthusiastic student, could escape the clutches of boredom that day. And now, the cherry on top – the French restaurant where he and Yuta were supposed to meet was closed for renovations.

"You've got to be kidding me," Mark muttered to himself, surveying the restaurant with a mix of frustration and disbelief. The elegant façade, adorned with signs of renovation, seemed to mock him.

Ignoring the urge to scream in the middle of the bustling street, Mark fished his phone from his pocket, silently praying that it was fully charged. He needed a quick solution to salvage the evening. Perhaps he could find another restaurant nearby – one that served good food, or at least a decent cup of wine. Mark's fingers danced frantically across his screen as he opened the maps app.

The screen displayed various nearby options, and Mark scrolled through the list with a furrowed brow. A few were familiar, but none felt right for this particular occasion. He sighed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him.

"Careful, Mr. Lee, stress can cause premature graying," Yuta's smooth voice came from behind Mark, causing him to jump slightly. As he turned around, he saw the alpha wearing another set of black clothes, akin to the ones he usually wore at the university. However, this time, they seemed less formal and more casually stylish. Yuta, Mark noted, looked almost like a rock singer in these clothes.

"I think I'm already going gray," Mark huffed, unconsciously tugging at his hair.

Yuta smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You will still be handsome as always."

Mark was left dumbfounded, his cheeks growing hot, and he was sure they were already tinted red. He struggled to contain his pheromones from leaking out. Yuta, noticing Mark's reaction, frowned slightly as he looked at the closed sign on the front door of the restaurant. "Did I make us lose our reservation with my tardiness?"

Mark snapped out of his shyness in an instant, avoiding Yuta's dark eyes by looking back at the door. "No, it's nothing like that. They're just closed for today – it's my fault. I forgot to check."

However, Mark couldn't shake off the nerves that accompanied a first date. He began biting his nails, a nervous habit he thought he had successfully outgrown. His mother used to nag him about it when he struggled with schoolwork as a child, but now, in the presence of Yuta, the old habit resurfaced.

Yuta tilted his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. "We are near Jamsil Bridge, are we not?" There was something unreadable in Yuta's eyes, an excitement that caught Mark's attention.

"Yeah, the Jamsil subway station is just around the corner. Why?" Mark replied, raising an eyebrow.

Yuta smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know a place, if you still want to go out with me?"

Mark chuckled, appreciating Yuta's playful spirit. "I should be the one asking that in the first place." He extended his arm with a mock flourish. "Lead the way, and I'll follow."

❅  ❅  ❅

As the subway train smoothly traversed the Han River, Mark found himself lost in the rhythm of the journey. The city lights reflected on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. Yuta, sitting beside him, exuded a quiet confidence that guided them through the bustling subway car.

Mark's heart warmed as he observed Yuta's cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. It was endearing, and Mark couldn't help but smile at the sight. Yuta led them to a couple of vacant seats near a window, a thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Mark. The view outside the window provided a temporary escape from the cramped quarters of the train, and Mark appreciated the chance to observe the cityscape passing by.

As they sat together, Mark indulged in his favorite pastime of people-watching. His gaze traveled from one passenger to another, weaving stories in his mind about their lives, destinations, and the unseen joys and sorrows they carried. It was a habit he had developed over the years, a way to connect with the humanity that surrounded him.

Yuta's presence next to him added to the sense of comfort. The chill in the air outside the subway was kept at bay by the warmth radiating from the alpha. Mark couldn't help but be drawn to the subtle scent of vanilla that lingered around Yuta. It was a fragrance that Mark had come to associate with moments of solace and connection.

Curiosity got the better of Mark as he wondered about the subdued scent. "Yuta," he began, breaking the comfortable silence, "is there a reason your scent is less pronounced here, or is it just a coincidence?"

Yuta turned to him, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well," he began, "the subway can be overwhelming for some with heightened senses. I try to keep it in check to make the journey more comfortable for everyone."

Mark nodded, appreciating Yuta's consideration for others. “You would look nice with red,” Mark thought out loud, instantly regretting it. He remembered when he used to do that as a young kid. Swimming inside his mind, and only breathing out into the surface a couple of thoughts. Giving zero context to what he says. “You hair, I mean. You would look nice with red hair.”

A soft chuckle escaped Yuta's lips, and Mark felt a warmth in his chest, relieved that his impulsive comment hadn't elicited an awkward response. The exchange felt oddly intimate, like the opening lines of a conversation they had yet to explore fully. “You think so? Red is my favorite color, so I might do it. What’s yours?”

Mark breathed in relief as he heard no bad intentions in Yuta’s response. Almost as if he had been expecting Mark to ask or say random things. Mark felt both observed and self conscious. Is this how old artifacts feel like when they are discovered centuries later? Crumbling paper with poems written on it. People around it say “ c’mon say something dramatic. Something worth your saving ”. Mark shook his head and answered,  “Ocean blue.”

But Yuta’s eyes said nothing more than curiosity. He wasn’t expecting Mark to redefine the world with his answers. He was just admiring. Not like critics expecting the old poems to change the world, but like a young child, waiting for it to make him feel something.

"Ocean blue," Yuta repeated with a thoughtful smile. "A calming choice. Matches the philosophy professor aesthetic perfectly. There are some 18th century dresses that are magnificent with that color. It really does make you feel like you are watching the waves crash against each other as it moves."

Mark chuckled, feeling a genuine camaraderie building between them. "Maybe I should get a blue suit then. Embrace the aesthetic fully."

Yuta's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'd love to see that. A philosopher embracing the colors of the ocean. Sounds poetic. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want the history lesson right now. The perks of the job”

Mark relaxed against the seat of the subway, “Tell me more about that”

“About what?”

“Dresses, you probably know a lot more than I do. My friend Jungwoo, he’s a stylist in France, I bet I can surprise him next time we talk to each other with fashion facts.”

Yuta's laughter echoed through the subway car, drawing the attention of a few curious passengers. Mark couldn't help but smile at the carefree sound, finding it contagious. “Oh, I ain’t no expert in that subject. I’m more on the political side of history, but I can try.”

"For you, I can try," Yuta said with a playful glint in his eyes. The phrase lingered in the air, creating a subtle tension that neither of them seemed eager to dispel.

For you, I can try.

As the train rumbled along the tracks, Yuta delved into a casual yet captivating discourse on the evolution of fashion. He shared anecdotes about iconic designers, revolutionary styles, and the cultural influences that shaped the world of couture. Mark listened with genuine interest, captivated not just by the subject matter but by the passion in Yuta's voice.

Yuta's storytelling painted vivid pictures of bygone eras, transporting Mark to moments in history when fashion was a statement, a rebellion, or an ode to societal shifts. It was a delightful blend of facts and personal musings, delivered with a charm that only added to the allure.

As Yuta spoke, Mark found himself studying the alpha's features—the way his eyes lit up when he recounted a particularly fascinating detail, the subtle movements of his hands as if conducting an invisible orchestra of historical elegance. It was a performance, an intimate sharing of knowledge that transcended the mundane surroundings of the subway.

"Did you know," Yuta began, leaning in conspiratorially, "that the high-heeled shoe was initially designed for men? It was a symbol of status and power, not just a fashion accessory."

Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? I never knew that. Tell me more."

Yuta continued, weaving tales of fashion revolutions, challenging stereotypes, and the subtle dance between tradition and avant-garde. Mark hung onto every word, not just because he wanted to impress Jungwoo but because he genuinely enjoyed the unexpected detour into the world of fashion history.

As the subway neared their destination, Yuta concluded his impromptu fashion lesson. Mark found himself wishing the ride could last a little longer, that he could continue basking in Yuta's animated storytelling.

The train slowed to a stop, and Yuta turned to Mark with a playful smile. "Well, Professor Lee, I hope I've armed you with enough fashion trivia to impress your friend in France."

Mark chuckled, feeling a warmth in his chest. "You've certainly exceeded my expectations, Mr. Nakamoto. I might even challenge Jungwoo to a fashion duel now."

It didn’t take them long to arrive at what Mark discovered was a butterfly garden. As they walked closer to the building, Mark saw the huge butterfly that decorated the entrance, and the beautiful gardens surrounding the place. It was beautiful, even if most of the plants were dry and there was not a single flower in sight. Still, there were people walking around and enjoying the day. He thought he needed to come back in spring, when the flowers would bloom again and the place recovered its color.

“How do you know of this place?” Mark asked. He suddenly couldn’t envision an all black dressed Yuta walking around the place and admiring the butterflies alone. Or maybe he hadn’t been alone – a thought swimmed inside Mark’s mind that maybe this is where Yuta usually brought his dates.

“You are not going to believe this, but I actually got lost one time in the subway, ended up here by accident. I liked it instantly, it reminded me of Nagai Park back in Osaka. Ever since I try to come by now and then.” Yuta’s eyes were nostalgic as he spoke of his hometown. He understood that feeling, he still missed Canada sometimes, especially his family. “Come on, there is a coffee shop in the back” 

Mark followed Yuta towards the back of the butterfly enclosure. Inside the building it was as if the temperature rose a couple of degrees and Mark was suddenly sweating. Dozens of butterflies of different types flying around him in a floating spectacle. 

“It’s beautiful, I could stay here forever,” Mark confessed. 

Yuta smiled, appreciating Mark's genuine admiration for both the butterflies and the garden. "I'm glad you like it. It has a certain charm, doesn't it?" He led Mark through the lush vegetation, the delicate fluttering of wings creating a magical ambiance around them.

They reached the back of the enclosure, where a cozy coffee shop awaited. The air was infused with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Yuta held the door open for Mark, and they entered the inviting space, the warm atmosphere a stark contrast to the cool breeze outside.

The coffee shop had large windows that provided an unobstructed view of the butterfly-filled gardens. Colorful butterflies danced outside, seemingly indifferent to the humans sipping their drinks within the sheltered space.

Mark and Yuta settled into a corner table, the ambiance of the garden providing a unique backdrop for their conversation. The chatter of other patrons and the gentle hum of the espresso machine created a comforting soundtrack.

Yuta's eyes sparkled with mischief as he proposed a game. "How about a little challenge? We try to guess each other's drinks. What do you think?"

Mark chuckled, finding the idea amusing. "Sure, let's give it a shot. I'll start. Vanilla latte for you." He grinned, confident in his choice.

Yuta chuckled in response. "Well, aren't you perceptive? But I'll surprise you. I'll have a black Americano today."

Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? I didn't see that coming. Why the change?"

Yuta leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "You strike me as someone straightforward, no frills, just like black coffee. Simple, yet bold."

Mark couldn't help but smile at Yuta's interpretation. "Fair enough. Okay, my turn. You strike me as a tea person. Something calming and elegant."

Yuta chuckled again, enjoying the game. "Bingo! I do like tea. It's the ritual of it, you know? The slow pace, the soothing warmth. It's almost meditative."

Mark leaned in, genuinely interested. "Tea, huh? What's your favorite kind?"

Yuta's eyes lit up. "Green tea, specifically matcha. There's something about the vibrant color and the earthy taste that I find captivating. Plus, the whole ceremony of making it is therapeutic for me."

Mark nodded, absorbing Yuta's words. "That sounds lovely. Maybe I should give it a try sometime."

Yuta grinned. "I'd be happy to introduce you to the art of tea. It's a different experience from coffee, but I think you might enjoy it."

Mark smiled as he and Yuta ordered each other’s drinks at the counter and then walked around the place to find somewhere to sit. He was glad the coffee shop was nearly empty, as it created a private atmosphere while they weren’t completely alone. Mark thought he wasn’t ready for that just yet.

Yuta broke the silence with a thoughtful expression. "What do you want to be when you grow old?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the shifting colors of the evening sky.

Mark, caught off guard, let out a loud laugh. "I am 27 already."

Yuta turned to him, his gaze unwavering. "So? You are still growing."

Mark, surprised by the response, was left momentarily speechless. In a way, Yuta was right. But Mark already had a career, a job, and a house to call his own. Didn't that mean he had already done everything he needed to do? Yet, despite the tangible achievements, Mark couldn't help being drawn back to the memory of a younger version of himself – the one who would spend hours and hours writing in whatever piece of paper he could find. Constantly lost inside the palaces of his mind, building and breathing entire stories.

He had thought that with the passage of time, that other version of himself, that younger dream, had been long gone. But was it really?

Mark's gaze drifted into the distance as he wrestled with his thoughts. Yuta waited patiently, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

Finally, Mark's voice, lacking its usual shyness, cut through the quiet evening air. "I've wanted to be a writer ever since I was young."

Yuta nodded approvingly, as if he had expected this revelation. "Then be one. It's never too late to pursue your dreams."

A mixture of emotions flickered across Mark's face – surprise, hesitation, and a spark of determination. The weight of unspoken desires and untapped potential lingered in the air between them.

Yuta placed a reassuring hand on Mark's shoulder. "Life is a journey, not a destination. You can always find your way back to what truly matters to you."

Mark stayed silent for a moment, taking it all in. Perhaps Yuta was right, maybe it was not too late. The sense of running late never quite managed to escape Mark, it reminded him of Mina, waiting for the perfect moment to become a mother while begging for time to stop moving at all. 

“What about you?” The question left Mark’s mouth with a tint of curiosity for Yuta’s answer. 

“I want to be a good father,” Yuta’s answer was not something Mark was expecting. It surprised him for a bit. It wasn’t unusual for alphas to want to become parents, it was in nature after all, but Yuta never struck him as that type of person. There was nothing wrong with it, and yet Mark couldn’t help but to feel uncomfortable. “Unlike you, my dream came a bit later in life, and it was kind of a pleasant surprise to figure out, but I want to be not just a father, but a good one.”  

Mark’s heart sank a bit with every word Yuta spoke. He should have known, of course Yuta wanted a family, it was in his nature after all. And Mark was uncomfortably reminded of his status as a beta, unable to father children unless he did it with an omega or another female beta, and that was difficult itself, since betas have low fertility rates. 

Suddenly the room felt too small, too hot, and Mark was desperate to run outside and be welcomed back by the cold wind of the afternoon far away from Yuta’s concerned eyes.  

“Mark, are you okay?”

He could run. Say he had to check on Bagel and just avoid Yuta on campus. But would he want that? To feel like a prisoner at his own work, to lose that safe space? And what about Jisung? Yuta and him still needed to work together to get Jisung to save his semester, he couldn’t just ignore the history professor everyday till their weekly meetings. No, he was 27 years old, he wasn’t going to start running away from his problems now. The truth, Mark remembered, was the best diplomacy.

“Yuta, you have been incredibly nice to me, and you are so unfairly handsome – truly, but I’ve hears this story before and I know how it ends. I just– I really like you, but please spare me the heartbreak” 

Yuta’s face became once again an unreadable mask, brows slightly furrowed, “That’s not… Mark,”

“No, it's okay, like really I’ve had my long experience with Alphas to understand that this is just what you do. You will have fun with me, until you’ll remember that I can’t give you what you want, a family. I’m not… I’m not an omega. And you shouldn’t have to give up on your dream either!” Mark’s words came flying out of his mouth, and he kept his eyes focused on the table between them. “So I think it's only natural for us to go our separate ways, before we–”

“I have a daughter,” Yuta’s voice cut through the silence, slapping Mark in the face.

“I- what?” Mark’s voice came out on a higher pitch than he intended

“Her name is Hitomi. She’s five, and she is at home with a babysitter, waiting for me to go back and tuck her in bed because she won’t sleep unless I do it,” Calmness radiated from Yuta’s voice. He was speaking to Mark as he imagined he spoke to his students. Calm but confident, slowly explaining some confusing piece of history in words that were understandable. “So when I said I wanted to be a good father… I only meant to do it for her.”

He felt suddenly ashamed for thinking of Yuta the same way as his previous alpha partners. He was sure his pheromones have already reached Yuta’s nose by now, exposing his feelings, but he couldn’t make himself stop. “Oh… a daughter, huh?”

Yuta nodded calmly. "Yes, does that make you regret coming today?" Although Yuta's face remained composed, a tinge of insecurity crept into his voice. It was uncanny to hear such a confident man feel vulnerable about something like this. Mark felt even worse than he did seconds ago, urged to change the discomfort he had inadvertently created.

"No, it only surprised me, that's all," Mark reassured. "She must be a smart and pretty girl if she has you as her dad."

Yuta's characteristic smile returned, and he let out a sigh of relief that he must have been holding. "She sure is."

"I'm sorry," Mark confessed, sincerity in his eyes. "For saying all those things earlier. I didn't know – I shouldn't have assumed."

Yuta nodded in assurance. "It's okay. I should have told you before anyways. I'm just a bit protective of my girl, that's all."

Mark chuckled, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. "Thank you for telling me then. I feel honored."

“Mark, what you said earlier, did that really happen to you? Did they… did they do that to you?” 

Mark’s eyes traveled to his crossed hands laying on top of the table. He wasn’t ashamed of his past, sure he could have chosen better partners, but he always understood that it wasn’t his fault. Still, telling that to Yuta felt somewhat like stripping naked in front of him. Would that make him change the way he looked at him? 

“Yeah,” Mark scoffed, “it wasn’t pretty, but that was a long time ago. Doesn’t matter now.”

A cold wind reached as a customer walked in through the door that led to the outside gardens. Around the room nobody was really paying attention to them and Mark was grateful for that. 

“I am sorry you had to go through that. It must have been hard for you, and it was such a dick move from them.” Yuta finally said, earning a soft smile from Mark and a quick shrug “well that's just how things go sometimes. Wait. You are not married, right? ‘Cus I’m really not interested in becoming a mistress at 27, thank you!”

Laughter filled the room as Yuta bent over himself at Mark’s words “Would you be interested in becoming a mistress at 50 then?” 

Mark laughed too “Maybe… if I got to be rich by then, why not?” 

“You are amazing,” 

“So?” Mark asked with a cocked eyebrow and heated cheeks. 

“No wife or husband,” Yuta held a hand over his heart as a promise “you’re not breaking anyone’s home don’t worry”

Mark theatrically expressed his relief, "Thank goodness! I can't afford to be entangled in those kinds of scandals. Imagine what my students would think of me!"

“That apart from being the best teacher, you are the most interesting one too,” Yuta took a sip of his coffee, savoring the mess he made of Mark with his words. 

“Am I not interesting already?” He faked offense. 

Yuta placed a hand on his temple as he was thinking, “If I was in a room full of the world’s greatest pieces of art, I would still only look at you.”

Mark bit his tongue to avoid screaming right there, not caring if he was reeking of ‘happy’ pheromones at all. “You are a flirty, flirty man” 

Yuta smiled as he shrugged as if he was saying “ that’s who I am ”.

Mark chuckled again until they both found themselves surrounded by the distant buzzing of the espresso machine and people talking, “Can I ask what happened? With your past relationship.” 

Yuta had already finished his cup of coffee and was now playing with the empty cup in his hands, “Where do I start? Our paths weren’t compatible anymore I suppose.”

A contemplative look crossed his face before he began. "He's an actor, you see, a pretty famous one. You might know him. His name is Lee Taeyong, and he appears in some k-dramas."

Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "Lee Taeyong? The most famous omega in the whole country? No, I’ve never heard of him!"

Yuta rolled his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Very funny. Anyways, we met in Japan. He was there for a magazine shoot, and I was finishing my master's."

Mark couldn't hide his disbelief. "Wait, are you serious?"

Yuta raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I was lying?"

Mark hesitated for a moment before a mischievous grin crept across his face. "Maybe?"

As Yuta continued, his gaze drifted into the past, reliving the intricacies of a love story that had unfolded in the midst of uncertainty.

"Well, Mr. Lee, I am surely not. We fell in love quickly over the weeks before I graduated, but eventually, he had to go back to work. So I did what any man in love would do, and I finished my master's and followed him to South Korea."

Mark listened intently, captivated by the twists and turns of Yuta's narrative. The coffee shop seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of Yuta's words lingering in the air.

"I can't believe I actually did it. I was 24, no longer a teenager, but still, it was my first time living somewhere else. Anyways, I arrived in Korea, and we got married quickly. It was as if we were in a rush to do everything we were told adults did."

A hint of nostalgia played on Yuta's features, a bittersweet smile shaping his lips. "That was six years ago. We were together for 2 years only. Hitomi was born during the spring, just a couple of months before we got divorced."

Mark sensed the weight of unspoken emotions, the complexities of a relationship that had faced its share of challenges. "We were struggling to be a 'traditional' family. As you said already, Taeyong has a huge popularity, and so we decided to keep our family a secret. But it was harsh, especially when Hitomi started asking questions of why her father would never go to the mall with us or just hang around in the park."

"She must have been so confused," Mark said, his empathy for Hitomi evident in his expression.

Yuta nodded, his gaze momentarily distant. "Yeah, you bet. We started getting into fights, nothing too big, but it was something we never did. It hurt, but I was convinced we could work things out. Taeyong... Well, he wasn't. After we got divorced, I was pretty angry and mostly disappointed with him. I thought he had chosen his work over his family, over us. So, I got custody of our daughter. The most convenient thing, anyway, since Taeyong was extremely busy all the time. He visits her often, though, and we are fine with each other. Sure, he broke my heart, but I'm a man who holds no grudges, and after all this time, I get why he did it. And he makes Hitomi really happy, so that's what matters."

Mark couldn't fully comprehend Taeyong's train of thoughts, but he wouldn't judge him. It must be incredibly challenging for celebrities to navigate their personal lives in pursuit of happiness. He was just glad both Hitomi and Yuta seemed to be happy now.

"Anyways, I wouldn't change anything if I had the chance. Taeyong is an amazing person, maybe not the best partner, or at least not for my style, but he is a good friend and a great parent. In the end, he gave me what I love the most in the entire world, my little girl."

Mark smiled, the weight of the conversation lifting. In that moment, he witnessed the resilience of a man who had weathered the storms of love and loss, choosing to focus on the happiness that emerged from the ashes. 

"I'm curious, though, why Hitomi? My Japanese is a bit rusty, but I'm almost sure her name means 'pupil of the eye'?" Mark inquired, intrigued by the choice of name.

Yuta laughed, nodding in confirmation. "Yeah, that's one meaning of her name, but if you take the kanji combinations from both hito (史) and mi (美), what you get is the actual meaning of her name."

Mark frowned at the thought. 史 (hito) means "history," and 美 (mi) means "beautiful." Hitomi means beautiful history.

"That's so sweet," Mark commented, acknowledging the significance behind the name.

"Right? It was my idea," Yuta said, and they both shared a laugh.

"Is that why you live here now and not in Japan?" Mark inquired, connecting the dots.

"Yes, I wanted her to be closer to both of her parents," Yuta explained.

Mark's heart grew warm. As a teacher, he had seen countless different stories within each of his students. Some of them, like Hitomi, seemed to come from a happy home, full of love. However, there were others that looked as if they were surrounded by dark clouds all the time. It broke Mark's heart; no child ever deserved that. So he made sure that all his students felt welcomed in his classroom. Maybe outside, in the open world, wild waves and harsh words were waiting for them, but in his classroom, they could be whoever they are, take a deep breath. If only for two hours, they could be free.

"She must be such a happy child," Mark mused, a genuine smile on his face, reflecting the joy that the thought of Hitomi being happy brought to him.

"Spoiled is what she is," Yuta's eyes held nothing but warmth. "But that's mostly my fault. How could I not love her? She has the biggest heart I have ever seen. She cares deeply for everything and everyone, up to the point that it terrifies me that someone could take advantage of her. But she's quite smart for her young age; she wants to be a– and I quote “animal doctor”, loves them (animals) more than people, I've discovered."

"Really? Then she must meet Bagel! I bet they will love each other, both of them spoiled to the core," Mark suggested with a grin.

Yuta's face changed drastically; Mark couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if Yuta's eyes were a bit wet. He smiled so big Mark thought he would become blind. "That would be amazing."

Yuta looked at his clock, and a bit of sadness crossed his expression as he turned to Mark. "I should head home now. The babysitter is leaving soon, and I don't want Hitomi to be alone."

"Right, allow me to take you home," Mark offered.

"Are you sure? I don't live very close," Yuta hesitated.

"It's all right. I have nothing else to do, and Bagel is probably already sleeping, so she won't miss me too much," Mark reassured.

"Alright then," Yuta agreed, gratitude evident in his eyes. As they left the coffee shop, the butterflies  shimmered in the moonlight, bearing the most beautiful colors. Both of them looked up, eyes following the fascinating play of color, before the city's nighttime buzz enveloped them. 

They walked towards the subway station, the moon hanging low in the sky, the first stars appearing for the night. The cold breeze sent shivers down Mark's spine, but Yuta, noticing this, walked closer to him. A subtle touch and their hands brushed, sending a wave of warmth through Mark's body. Eventually, their fingers intertwined and Mark couldn't help but feel grateful for the comforting heat radiating from Yuta. It had been a while since another person, an Alpha, had warmed him up, and today, Mark only felt fortunate.

They boarded the train, finding themselves standing due to the lack of available seats. Mark didn't mind, relishing the proximity to Yuta. The train ride seemed shorter than Mark would have anticipated, and they arrived quickly at their destination. Despite the brevity of the journey, Mark insisted on walking Yuta to the front door of his house, even if it meant strolling in the cold dusk for a little longer.

The neighborhood was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Yuta's house came into view, and as they approached the front door, Mark hesitated. 

"I had a great time today," Yuta said as he stood in front of the closed door of his home.

"Me too, I loved it. Thank you for accepting my invitation," Mark replied.

"It would have been a fool's mistake not to do it," Yuta hesitated, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "I have one more question for tonight."

"Go ahead," Mark encouraged.

Yuta hesitated, only for a short second, but it was enough to make Mark feel anxious."Do you want to meet Hitomi?" Yuta asked, his gaze meeting Mark’s. 

Mark's heart skipped a beat. "Right now?"

"No, no, another day. She needs to sleep now, but maybe before the exam season starts?" Yuta suggested.

Mark did not hesitate. "Sure, I'm already looking forward to it. I heard they are opening a new attraction at the zoo. Would you guys be interested in checking it out?" Mark proposed.

"You don't have to ask twice!" Yuta's eyes lit up with excitement, and a genuine smile formed on Mark's face. The prospect of meeting Hitomi and spending more time with Yuta brought a sense of anticipation and warmth.

"Mark…" Yuta hesitated again, nervousness radiating from him. In that moment, he looked younger, vulnerable, under the soft glow of the moonlight, Mark thought breathlessly.

"Yes." Mark encouraged.

Yuta's eyes widened in shock, a comical expression forming on his face under the moonlight. "I haven't even said anything."

"No need, you were going to ask me if you could kiss me, and the answer is yes, you can," Mark replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

Yuta's surprise lingered. "How did you know?"

"You've been staring at my lips the whole day," Mark teased.

"Was I that obvious?"

"Just kiss me already," Mark chuckled, his heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and affection.

The moon held witness as Yuta walked closer to Mark. A thrill running through Mark as Yuta placed a gentle hand on his warm cheek. Their eyes met, a mix of emotions rummaged through them and yet they understood each other silently, asking for permission. One look was enough for Mark to realize how lost he got in his feelings for the man. Yuta Nakamoto. His lips taste just as soft as his name on his tongue.  

It is a tender kiss, gently, almost shy and yet it felt like an explosion of emotions. As if the stars fell down from the night sky, towards them, wrapped around them like a blanket, a wave of stars. Mark’s mind always reminded him of a storm, a wild storm raging through him but in that moment his mind went still, resting in the soft rocking of calm waves against a boat. The world was silent and all he could feel was Yuta, right there, touching him, kissing him. Mark has never felt so light and he wanted to bathe in the feeling. He leaned his head slightly to the side, which made Yuta smile slightly against his lips, before Mark deepened the kiss. Taking Yuta’s breath away. All of Mark’s senses were on full alert as he was surrounded by Yuta’s soft scent. 

Against their will, they separated after a while, becoming painfully aware of the fact that they were solely humans. They look into each other's eyes, still breathless and with shining eyes, smiling brightly at each other. Yuta’s presence, his smile, the feel of his lips against his own and his gentle touch make Mark feel young again. Almost as if he was a teenager again, sharing his first kiss. He wanted to stay in Yuta’s arms forever and Yuta seemed to feel the same as he tightened his grip on Mark, pulling him even closer to his chest. Mark closed his eyes, while he listened to Yuta’s heartbeat. The stars are still falling around them. 

After a while, neither of them knowing how long they stood there, Mark stepped back. His body protesting, already missing Yutas warmth, the feeling of being completely enveloped by his scent. 

He tried to sound confident, his heart still fluttering from the shared moment, worlds breathlessly spoken. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Nakamoto?" 

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Lee," Yuta responded, the affectionate shimmer still present in his eyes.

As Mark turned around and began walking down the stairs leading away from Yuta's door, a sudden thought crossed his mind. He paused and turned back to Yuta.

"Actually, Yuta, before I go, can I ask you something else?" Mark inquired.

Yuta tilted his head curiously. "Sure."

"I wasn't going to talk about work today, but I spoke with Jisung the other day. He told me his grades are going up like never before. I know Jisung; he's a great kid and very capable, but not even I could convince him of that. Now... Well, he seems confident in himself. And I'm sure it had to do with you tutoring him. What did you say to him?" Mark was genuinely curious.

Yuta took a moment to answer, his gaze briefly dropping to the floor before locking eyes with Mark. The strength in Yuta's dark eyes caught Mark off guard for a moment.

"He's just a lonely kid. We've all been there sometime, whether in our careers or in our homes. Sometimes all we need is someone to stand next to us." Yuta explained with profound sincerity.

Mark thought of Jisung, how incredible he was—young and strong, if only a bit insecure. Slowly coming out of his shell, Jisung was blossoming under Yuta's guidance.

“Thank you for that.”

"I'm only doing my job," Yuta shrugged, downplaying his impact as if it were nothing special.

Mark smiled one last time, a warm appreciation in his eyes. "Goodnight, Yuta."

"Goodnight, Mark," Yuta replied, his own smile reflecting the night sky.

As Yuta turned around and finally opened the door to his home, Mark began walking down the quiet street toward the subway station. The distant city lights cast a gentle glow on the pavement, and the cool night air carried the quiet hum of the neighborhood. Before he left the street, he thought he heard the voice of a young girl calling for her dad. 

❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

The aroma of Christmas spices filled Yuta's home as Mark followed him into the kitchen. The anticipation of meeting Taeyong stirred a nervous energy within Mark. As they entered the kitchen, the warmth from the oven and the festive decorations adorned the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.

"Markie!!" Hitomi's voice chimed, and she rushed towards Mark, her excitement palpable.

"Hi there, princess," Mark greeted with a warm smile, bending down as Hitomi embraced him in a tight hug. The nervousness Mark felt began to dissipate, replaced by the genuine joy of being welcomed into Yuta's family space.

They exchanged a few words, and Hitomi, curious and bubbly, asked about Bagel. "He has a dog named Bagel, isn't that silly? She is really cute too and gave me lots of kisses when I met her!"

Taeyong, standing nearby, smiled at his daughter, although it was evident he had no idea what Hitomi was talking about. “That’s amazing, sweetheart, she must have liked you a lot then.” 

“Of course she did! We are best friends now!” 

Taeyong extended a gentle and polite greeting.

"You must be Mark, hi," Taeyong said, his smile carrying warmth and politeness. Mark had always seen Taeyong as someone ethereal, unreachable, and somewhat serious, but the person standing in front of him was nothing like that. While he still carried an aura of importance, he looked just like a man – kind, human.

"Hi, Taeyong," Mark responded, offering a handshake.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Hitomi's excitement was contagious, and she tugged on Taeyong's pants. "Did you know that Markie is a profa– prof–"

"Professor," Yuta supplied with a smile.

"Yes! That!" Hitomi did little jumps as she talked. "Like dad! He teaches philapopy!"

"Philosophy," Yuta corrected her again.

Hitomi frowned at Yuta but then beamed at Taeyong. "Isn't that so cool?"

Taeyong's smile carried such a strong wave of love that Mark couldn't help but share it with him. "Is that right? Then he must be a very smart man!" Taeyong complimented Mark.

Mark felt his cheeks grow warm due to the compliment, and he sensed Yuta chuckling next to him. Taeyong turned to him again. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Mark. I must admit I was very excited for this after Yuta wouldn't stop talking about you for months."

Mark laughed nervously, and Yuta made a disapproving noise at being exposed. "I hope I have met your expectations!"

Meanwhile, Hitomi, already bored with the grown-ups' conversation, started playing with the sleeves of her own sweater.

"Of course, you did, love, you are amazing," Yuta said proudly, earning a chuckle from Taeyong too. 

"He's right, I'm glad you were able to come today," Taeyong said, carefully grabbing Hitomi's hand away from the kitchen table where all the hot dishes were. "If I'm being honest, I was a bit nervous too."

"You? Nervous of meeting me?" Mark asked in disbelief, a surprised expression on his face.

Taeyong laughed, a warm and genuine sound. "Don't sell yourself short. From what I heard, you are a very esteemed professor at the university, and a great person."

Hitomi, seemingly done exploring the kitchen, walked towards Yuta and asked to be carried. Yuta complied, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

"You are too kind," Mark replied, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. The unexpected praise from Taeyong, coupled with the acceptance from Yuta's family, created a warmth within him that went beyond the holiday festivities.

Hitomi was getting a bit restless in her father's arms. "Can we open the presents now?" she pleaded.

Yuta chuckled. "What an impatient young lady you are becoming! Do you think we can beat Daddy and Markie to the living room?"

Yuta placed Hitomi on the floor, and the child screamed in delight. "Yes, Papa! I'm the fastest, like a horse!"

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, princess! Your dad is fast too!" Taeyong shouted with a playful grin as he sprinted toward his daughter. Laughter filled the house as the two fathers and their daughter raced towards the other room.

Mark stood there for a moment, savoring the scene playing out before him. The Christmas lights that decorated the room made everything look golden and bright. It was a moment of pure joy and family, and Mark couldn't help but think that it looked beautiful.

Amidst the laughter and excitement, Yuta stopped running for a second and looked back at Mark. He looked handsome, with strong features and eyes soft as he glanced at Mark. Yuta smiled, "Are you coming?"

Mark nodded, a warmth in his chest, and walked towards him.

❅ November, 2023 ❅

Mark arrived at Yuta’s house 5 minutes ago, now he sat here in his car, too nervous to get out of it. Jungwoo had tried to calm him down, tell him he was surrounded by kids everyday, so he’d survive a day with the daughter of his crush. But the students he taught on a daily basis were different, they were adults, grown ups and... not Yuta’s daughter. He wanted her to like him. 

He sighed deeply, a hand running through his hair, before he finally decided to leave the security of his car and knock on Yuta’s door. Not even a minute later the door was opened and Mark was smiling, expecting to see Yuta in front of him, but instead there stood a little girl in a red dress and white fluffy socks. 

She stared at him with big round eyes that reminded him of marbles. He waved awkwardly, leaning down a bit, remembering how he used to like when grown ups did that with him. 

“Hello there, my name is Mark. I am here to see your father!” He tried to sound cheerful but he was so nervous, it probably came out strained. 

Hitomi continued to stare at him, while tilting her head slightly. Then suddenly a big smile grew on her face and Mark was struck by the resemblance in her and Yuta’s smile. They look almost the same, so bright and lively, Mark couldn't help but smile back. 

She moved aside so he could come in and remove his shoes. “Sheep feet!” Hitomi screamed in delight from next to him. Mark looked up, confused and a bit surprised. “Sheep feet!” She screamed again, pointing at his feet.

“She means your socks. Hitomi is fond of christmas socks… everything that's fluffy really.” Yuta added like an afterthought, as he leaned at the door to the floor. “What did I tell you about opening the door to strangers, Mimi?” He looked at his daughter with serious eyes and his tone too has lost a little of its lightness.

Hitomi looked at her father, bowing her head lightly. “He is no stranger! His name is Mark and he wears sheep socks.” She said it as if a name and what kind of socks they were is everything she needed to know about a person. Maybe it was.

Yuta just sighed lovingly, his eyes shining as he watched his daughter. 

“You won’t do it again, right?” Mark asked, watching her with open and kind eyes. Hitomi smiled and nodded wildly. He leaned further down, as if he was about to share a secret with the little girl. “Your father does not wear sheep socks, he does not understand the importance of us sheepy feets to stick together!” Hitomi looked like she wanted to laugh, a beautiful glint in her eyes, but instead she looked at Mark seriously and nodded. Mark felt like he had gained an ally - but it was probably Hitomi who had gained an ally against her father. 

Their shared moment was broken by Yuta who announced that they were ready to leave. 

Mark leads them to his car, accompanied by Hitomi’s soft voice telling him all about the animals she’s so excited to see. She reminded him of a younger version of himself, constantly talking about history facts he had read in magazines. Mark and Yuta only smiled at her, letting her voice fill the car for the whole drive only interrupted by questions or remarks by the two adults. 

As they arrived at the Zoo, Yuta went to buy the tickets, leaving Mark and Hitomi waiting for him. She was holding his hand, dancing around him, the wind making her dress following her movements. Mark couldn't help but think she looked like a princess. Suddenly Hitomi stopped, her wide eyes meeting Mark’s. For a second he thought he did something wrong, but then she leaned forward, staring up at him, conspiratorial. 

“I need to ask you a reeeaaally important question - it’s a friendship test. We can only be friends when you answer it correctly!” She said, whispering the last part as she placed her hands on her hips.  Mark tried hard to hold back the laugh bubbling up in his throat as he looked at the serious face and posture of the little girl in front of him. She looked so different from Yuta in that moment, her features soft but her eyes earnest, as if the future of the world depended on Mark's next words. So, he only nodded, trying hard to stay serious. 

“Cats or dogs?” Hitomi asked, her eyes still serious, not so patiently waiting for his reply. This time Mark really had to keep himself together to not laugh. She was just too precious. 

“I do have a dog, her name is bagel. She is a beagle.” He smiled. 

Her eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, really?" She asked, her eyes bigger than he’s ever seen. Mark nodded. “I love dogs! I really want to have one! Can I meet her? Pretty please!!” Hitomi took Mark’s hand back into hers, dancing around him with excitement. “We’ll be the best of friends! Can I meet her? pleaseeeeee.” She dragged out the ‘e’ endlessly, which finally made Mark laugh and her smile shine even brighter. 

“Of course you can meet her. She will be very excited to meet you!” He smiled, which made the little girl jump in delight. 

“You have to promise! Daddy says you cannot break a pinky promise!” 

Mark laughed and held out his pinky, which a smaller finger wrapped around quickly. “Pinky Promise?” 

“Pinky Promise!” Hitomi beamed at him, eyes shining as bright as the sun. 

“What are you two doing here without me?” Asked an amused voice from behind Mark. 

“Papa! Did you know that Markie has a dog? Her name is Bagel! We have to meet her soon, because we will be best friends!” She screamed, falling into her fathers already open arms. “I like him, papa.” She whispered, not quiet enough for Mark to miss it.

Yuta looked over her shoulder right at him, warmth overwhelming all of Mark’s senses. “Of course we can meet her, if Mark is okay with it.” 

“He is, he promised me!” She said proudly, making both adults laugh softly. 

“But before we go and meet Bagel, how about we see all the other animals in the zoo?” 

“Oh yees, please!” 

And so they made their way into the zoo, walking around, but never getting too far as Hitomi wanted to see every animal. 

Mark watched as Hitomi dragged her father along by his hand, always looking back to make sure Mark still followed them. She was so lively, so full of energy, a force of life really. So different from the many young adults he meets at his job every day. Mark was fascinated by her, by the lightness in her steps and the softness in her eyes. But also by the way Yuta was around her. Normally, whenever Mark was with Yuta, his gaze would find him, but now he had absolutely no problem sharing his attention. 

“Markie, Markie! Look!” Hitomi was looking back at him, her eyes big as she pointed at the enclosure they stood in front of. “A lion!” 

Mark walked towards her, placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and looked down at the lion, who was lying comfortably in the shadow. He was beautiful, a strong force of nature, elegant and yet brutally strong. “My daddy is strong as a lion!! But I am fast as a cheetah!” She jumped up and down lightly, making an amused Yuta struggle to hold onto her. 

Mark widened his eyes in mock disbelief. “Really? You’re as fast as a cheetah?” She nodded, her head bobbing wildly. “How about we race to the next station?” He winked at her, as her eyes became huge with wonder. 

“Okay you two but we must play fair!” Yuta joined in the conversation. He held his arms out widely, Hitomi on one side and Mark on the other. “I’ll count down to three, everyone ready?” Both Mark and Hitomi nodded excitedly. “3…2…1 and gooo!” 

Neither Mark nor Hitomi heard the last part as they both started to run as fast as possible. Mark always made sure he wasn’t too far ahead of Hitomi, letting himself fall back until he was running behind her. Needless to say, Hitomi reached the penguins first. 

“I WON! I WON! DADDY DID YOU SEE? I AM FASTER THAN MARKIE!” She screamed in delight, eyes shining so brightly. Her happiness seemed contagious and completely embraced Mark. 

He tried to look as disappointed and disbelieving as possible, when he reached her. “You really are too fast! Even a cheetah can't defeat you.” He leaned forwards, completely invested in his act of exhaustion. 

Hitomi giggled softly. “No one is faster than a cheetah, silly! Every child knows that!” 

Did she really just scold him? Thought Mark in disbelief. 

A gentle hand lay on his shoulder and sent a wave of warmth through his body. “You’re right, little princess. But Mark did his best, didn’t he?” Asked Yutas amused, but soft voice. 

“Oh of course!” She stepped towards Mark and lay another hand on his shoulder. “You did really well. I am sorry not everyone can be as fast as me! But you can always try again.” She sounded so honest, serious that Mark had to suppress a laugh. 

“Thank you, Hitomi. I’ll try my best next time.” He smiled at her and finally stood up properly again. His gaze found Yuta’s soft ones, getting lost in them for a moment. God, he was so beautiful. Mark felt breathless. Yuta glanced back, openly letting his eyes roam over Mark’s face. He blushed. 

Their moment was broken by Hitomi pulling Mark by his hand towards the enclosure. Mark couldn't even bring himself to act like it bothered him, there was nothing he would rather do than listen to Hitomi talk about penguins. Even if it meant sacrificing time with Yuta, which wasn’t really true since she was basically him just... a little version. 

“Did you know penguins only fall in love one time in their lives? And if their penguin husband or wife goes to sleep forever, they get really sad and start sleeping forever too!” She told him, eyes firmly on a little penguin. Mark followed her gaze, watching the animals play around. 

It took him a moment to realize what she meant. He turned back to Yuta, silently mouthing “Sleep forever”?

The other sighed, stepping right next to Mark. “She once rescued a little bird, it didn’t get better for a while and died the next morning. I had to find a way to explain what happened.”

Mark was struck by the way Hitomi told the fact, how unrealistic and far away death seems for children. As if for them, it was something that just doesn't happen. As if it was far away like the stars. 

For humans and especially for Mark who always longed to be a romantic, to be with someone for eternity and yet who got his heart broken multiple times, the concept of infinite love feels so... strange. 

Penguins only love once and are so full of pain when their partner dies that they kill themselves. The thought of living in a world without them is unbearable. For them, it's all or nothing. But for humans there is always a way out, always another option waiting for them. It hurts when your heart gets broken, it hurts like hell, thought Mark, but it's nothing you can't get over. 

For humans, there is no certainty, no forever, because they change just as the seasons do. 

Love is beautiful, Mark thought while he watched Yuta bend down to lift Hitomi up so she could watch better. And for some it might be infinite, but Mark is glad they do not only commit once. Not like in those stories where mates exist. It is a sign of free will and the uncertainty that life brings with it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to grow old with someone, to love someone so endlessly. He just doesn't want to die for love. There are so many more ways of showing your love, of devoting yourself to someone so deeply and fully. 

"Are you okay?" Yuta asked as Hitomi played with his hair. 

Mark couldn't help but smile at him. "Yes, just thinking about penguins." And how he wants to devote himself completely to the person in front of him. He did not say that out loud, but in his thoughts, he felt like screaming it. 

"Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with the first person you ever loved?” he asked, trying to calm his thoughts. 

Yuta laughed. "I don’t think he even remembers me. In a way we are the opposites of penguins.”

"Well if you think about it, they want to share their life with the first person they met and we want to share ours with the last person we love. It's reserved."

Mark chuckles “Don’t you think it's a bit more complicated than that?” Yuta shrugged, putting Hitomi down as she began to struggle. He was smiling at her when he gave Hitomi the zoo map he was holding and she was trying to read. 

Yuta took Mark's hand in his. "Maybe. But human history is already so complicated – a complicated history for such simple creatures. We try to understand everything and we fear that we do not. We forget the most basic of things are sometimes the most important ones. I don’t know many things, but I love my daughter, that I understand. And everything that came before or after that, doesn’t matter. Right now I love her, and that's what's important.”   Mark is left speechless for a moment. His gaze wandered from Yutas face to Hitomi who was running around them excitedly. 

He does not know what makes him do it, but his hand reached out for Hitomi who looked up at him and giggled. She took his hand without a second thought, so easily, just like that. He meets Yutas gaze above her head and he understands too.

Despite him not ever wanting this day to end, they soon found themselves in front of the Nakamoto's home again. Yuta was carrying a sleepily Hitomi in his arms. She had been in and out of sleep during the whole journey back, all the impressions and experiences had made her sleepy.

"Thank you for today. We had a really great time, especially Hitomi."  

Mark smiles earnestly. "God Yuta, she is wonderful. I had such a great time today. I can see why you love her so much.”

Yuta looks down at his daughter, a warm shimmer evident in his eyes. "That, she is. She normally isn't as talkative and rather shy around new people, but she was so different with you. She must really like you, Mark." His voice was gentle, as if the fact made him incredibly happy. 

Mark on the other hand had trouble believing his words. “Really? I would have never guessed that. She was so lively and... lovely. I really enjoyed spending my time with her."

Yuta's warm gaze fell on Mark, who threatened to melt under it. He wanted to kiss him. "That's good, because I hope you know she was dead serious when she said that she wanted to meet Bagel."

Mark tried his best hurtful expression, holding his hand over his heart dramatically. "How could you! I would never break a pinky promise!" He screamed in whispers so he wouldn't wake the little princess sleeping in his prince's arms. 

Yuta laughed. 

“Dad?” sounded Hitomi’s voice, who apparently babbled in her sleep. Mark couldn't be more captured by her. 

Yuta shushes her gently. He looked at Mark apologetically. But Mark only smiled. "I better let you rest now. Thank you for inviting me along, Yuta. It meant a lot to me." Mark said. 

"It was a pleasure, Mr. Lee. Good night." 

"Good night."

Mark turned around one last time before he stepped into his car, watching father and daughter walk back into their welcoming home. He smiled. 

❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

As Mark walked hand in hand with Yuta into the living room, he could already see Hitomi dancing around the multiple presents that lay underneath the Christmas tree. Yuta told him that Hitomi had wanted to decorate a tree with pretty lights like she saw in a cartoon this year, and so both Yuta and Mark had gone through the process of decorating one.

Taeyong effortlessly caught Hitomi between his arms and sat down with her on the big sofa. Watching Taeyong do that so gracefully reminded Mark of ballet dancers, catching each other in intricate dances.

Soon Mark and Yuta joined them on a separate sofa, and Taeyong passed Hitomi to Yuta before he stood up and said, "If there is no problem with anyone, I would like to start handing out my gifts!"

Hitomi clapped her hands excitedly, and Yuta motioned for Taeyong to continue.

Taeyong walked closer to the tree and took out a small bag first. The present, Mark guessed, was for Hitomi, since there were jungle animals with elves and Santa hats on the wrapping paper.

"This one is for my little bear," he smiled as he walked closer to Hitomi.

"Cheetah, daddy!"

Taeyong gasped as if he had committed a great mistake. "Oh, you are right, my love. You are a cheetah now. How silly of me to forget!"

Hitomi laughed and said, "It’s okay, dad. I forgive you!" She took the bag from Taeyong’s hands and opened it carefully, as if afraid to break it. Mark wanted to wrap her tightly in his arms, hoping that she would never lose her sweet and loving nature. She looked so cute under the Christmas tree lights. Inside the bag, a small book appeared with animals from all around the globe. Hitomi’s eyes grew bigger as she flipped through the pages and saw all the multiple animals that were there.

"I thought we could read it together until you learn how to do it on your own. In the meantime, you could watch the pictures with your dad. What do you think?" Taeyong asked with big eyes, matching Hitomi’s. Or the other way around.

"I love it, daddy! Thank you!" Hitomi said.

Taeyong kissed his daughter on her cheek before going back to the tree and picking up a small box. He handed it to Yuta, who took it gratefully and let out a laugh when he saw the content.

Hitomi, now migrated to Mark’s lap, craned her head so she could see what was in the box. Taeyong spoke with a hint of mischief in his voice, "I noticed your old watch was broken." Mark couldn’t help chuckling at the teasing reminder of Yuta’s eternal tardiness.

Taeyong turned to Mark and gave him a box. Mark was surprised; he wasn’t expecting anything from him. He thanked him, and Taeyong smiled softly. "Yuta told me you liked reading."

It was a book about Western history. The thoughtful gesture left Mark touched, realizing that even in the midst of their ignorance of each other, there was an undercurrent of understanding and connection among them.

Yuta stood up, signaling that it was his turn to distribute the gifts. The atmosphere in the room buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly anticipated what Yuta had prepared for them.

He approached Hitomi first, presenting her with a jewelry kit. The little girl's eyes lit up with joy as she realized the creative and endless possibilities that lay within the box. Yuta spoke, "Now you can keep making bracelets for people you care about."

Next, Yuta turned to Taeyong, holding out a pair of peculiar-looking shoes. Taeyong gasped in surprise, genuine shock spreading across his face. "You found them!"

"Of course I did," Yuta replied with pride, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. It was a moment of shared history between the two, a connection that went beyond the presents exchanged.

Finally, Yuta beckoned Hitomi to bring a small box to him. She eagerly complied, and Yuta handed it to Mark. As he opened the box to reveal a tiger bracelet, Hitomi spoke, "This is a gift from my papa and me, so you can match with us!"

Mark expressed his gratitude with a warm smile and a heartfelt "thank you" to both Yuta and Hitomi. The simplicity of the gesture touched him deeply. 

Caught up in the joy of gift-giving, turns his attention to Hitomi and hands her a bag. The bag contains "sheep feet" with cheetahs on them, and Hitomi screams with delight. She hurriedly tries them on, showcasing her newfound treasures to the room.

Yuta, reminding her of good manners, says, "Hitomi, don't forget to say thanks."

With the infectious enthusiasm only a child could possess, Hitomi turns to Mark and exclaims, "Thank you, Markie! I love them!"

Mark then approaches Taeyong, presenting him with a small box. Taeyong, too, seems surprised as he carefully opens the box. "Oh, Mark, this is a beautiful necklace. Thank you."

Mark offers a gentle suggestion, "You should look at the crystal in the center through some light."

As Taeyong does so, his eyes begin to water. Concerned, Mark says, "I had this custom-made so that you could always keep a picture of your family with you." The picture inside is one of the three of them—Yuta, Hitomi, and Taeyong—an eternal reminder of family and love, tucked away from prying eyes.

"Thank you. I'll always wear it," Taeyong says, touched by the heartfelt gift.

Mark then turns to Yuta, presenting him with a Japanese tea set. "So you can teach me about real tea," Mark says with a smile.

They share a warm hug, and Yuta whispers, "I now feel my gift was a bit childish."

Mark laughs, "Hey, don't you dare call my favorite bracelet childish!"

After the gift exchange, Taeyong and Hitomi dedicated their time to making bracelets. They included Mark in their little workshop while Yuta, equipped with his new Japanese tea set, brewed a fragrant pot of tea. The cozy atmosphere of creativity and warmth enveloped the room as they laughed, shared stories, and crafted together.

Hours passed in a blink, the joyful chatter blending with the clinking of tea cups and the soft rustle of beads being threaded onto strings. Yuta eventually announced that it was time for Hitomi to sleep. She pouted but listened, expressing, "This is the best Christmas ever with both daddies and Markie! Next time, Bagel has to come too!"

Mark smiled at the mention of Bagel and replied, "If your dads are okay with it, next time I will bring her."

"Pinky promise?" Hitomi asked, extending her little finger.

"Pinky promise," Mark assured, linking his pinky with hers. 

Satisfied, Hitomi followed Yuta towards the hall of the house where Mark knew her room was, leaving Taeyong and Mark alone in the warm glow of the living room. 

"She’s growing so fast," Taeyong said nostalgically, gazing at the empty space where Hitomi was moments ago. "I remember when she used to be the size of my arm. Now look at her, so big! Next thing we know, she will be attending college."

Mark thought Taeyong was being a bit dramatic and chuckled. 

"I can’t believe it; I am talking like my mother now," Taeyong cringed as he took a sip of his warm cup of tea.

Mark laughed, "I think it's natural. We live in an ever-changing world, and we still get surprised when we see change. As long as we stay excited about it, it will be fine."

Taeyong chuckled shortly, "I guess you must be right. So, a philosophy professor, huh?"

Mark nodded, "Yes, for three years now."

Taeyong nodded, "That explains why you are so interesting!"

Mark blushed, "Oh no, I’m not that interesting. At least not as interesting as a famous actor like yourself."

Taeyong laughed openly, "Oh, believe me, after a while, my job gets boring."

"Really? Even if you get to be the voice of many people who can’t speak up?" Mark asked, recalling Taeyong's altruistic work and fierce advocacy for Omega rights in the country.

Taeyong smiled as he nursed his cup in his hands, "Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, I really do, but being able to do it meant I had – I have – to sacrifice many things."

Mark remembered what Yuta told him about Taeyong during their first date. Even though Taeyong loved him and Hitomi a lot, Taeyong was still concerned about Hitomi growing up in a world where she had to sacrifice so much to find happiness. Taeyong chose to fight for their rights rather than stay home and be a full-time dad, entrusting Yuta with their child’s presence. It was a tough decision, one that Mark couldn’t judge Taeyong for. The complexities of life and the sacrifices people make for their principles became evident in that quiet conversation between Mark and Taeyong.

"I am glad he has you now," Taeyong said, taking a sip of the tea. "Yuta."

Mark tilted his head in confusion, curious about Taeyong's perspective.

"I am glad you met. After everything that happened, I was worried he was going to close himself up completely, focusing only on his job and Hitomi. He is an incredible dad, but he also deserves his own happiness, you know? I haven’t seen him so... at peace since you guys met. I am happy I no longer have to worry about my family’s happiness."

Taeyong's smile grew bigger. "I am sorry, that must feel like a lot of pressure, doesn’t it? I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t have an obligation to stay for us, but if you do. Just know I will be happy, and so will Yuta and Hitomi."

Mark shook his head, touched by Taeyong's genuine concern. "You are incredible, the three of you. The more I learn from you, the more I can feel that deep connection you have with each other. It’s an honor to be able to see it firsthand."

Taeyong leaned back, a contemplative look in his eyes. "Well, now you could be a part of it, if you want."

" You could be a part of it, if you want. " The words echoed in Mark’s mind like the leaves swirling in his tea. Round and round. The invitation hung in the air, and Mark found himself caught between the warmth of Taeyong’s voice and the swirling uncertainty of the unknown.

❅ Mid December, 2023 ❅

Light slipped through the curtains of the room, casting a soft glow on Mark's face as he woke up in the early morning. His skin felt cold where the sheets had slipped from his naked body, but strangely, he couldn't feel the chill that much. Yuta lay beside him, sleeping soundlessly. Mark traced the tattoos on Yuta's skin, careful not to wake him.

Closing his eyes again, Mark chased after the remnants of sleep, memories of the previous night playing in his mind like a dream.

"Why did you stop? It felt nice," Yuta's voice, raspy with sleep, created a dangerous warmth in Mark's belly.

"I didn't want to wake you up," Mark said, leaving butterfly kisses on Yuta's chest.

"I am definitely awake now."

Mark chuckled as he cuddled against Yuta's neck, inhaling deeply. He knew he would probably smell like Yuta for the rest of the day, but he didn't mind. With neither of them working today and Hitomi spending time with Taeyong, they had the entire day for themselves.

"What's going on in that precious head of yours?" Yuta asked, fixing his hair, his eyes focused on Mark's face.

"I was just wondering what I smell like to you," Mark said.

Yuta shifted so they were side by side, Yuta leaning on his arm as he watched Mark. "Your scent?"

"Yeah, you smell like vanilla to me and that smell of rain on the ground," Mark said, closing his eyes as he pictured himself under the rain, droplets hitting his skin like soft kisses. Opening his eyes, he added, "So I was wondering what I smell like to you."

Yuta was quiet for a moment, his hand caressing Mark's naked hip. Licking his lips, he chuckled. "It's... it's kinda corny."

"I doubt that."

Yuta looked into Mark's eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he began, "When I was a child growing up in Osaka, we lived next to a temple. My mom took me there all the time to help with cleaning and stuff, I really enjoyed it. Being there, helping. I loved sitting on the roots of the cherry trees and seeing them change colors. Even when they were gone and it was cold, going inside the temple and smelling the wood..." Yuta's eyes grew nostalgic, like he was no longer in the present but lost in a cherished memory. "You smell like that. You smell like home to me."

Yuta's eyes returned to reality, looking at Mark again before leaning in for a kiss.

❅ Christmas Eve, 2023 ❅

"I hope you find someone too, Taeyong," Mark said honestly.

Mark couldn't help but reflect on how cool and lovely Taeyong was. The man had an ethereal aura that Mark had always perceived from a distance. To see him up close, sharing the complexities of his life and relationships, made Taeyong all the more human and ethereal.

"Actually..."

"Lee Taeyong," Yuta's head popped from the hall that led to the rooms. "Are you like... hiding stuff from me?"

Taeyong rolled his eyes, "You don’t even know what I am about to say!"

"Oh, but I do!"

"Fine fine, I am seeing someone," Taeyong confessed.

"That’s great!" Mark said, genuinely happy for him.

"And you didn’t tell me?! I told you when I started seeing Mark!" Yuta said, offended.

"You did?" Mark asked, but his question was ignored when Taeyong continued.

"Calm down, Yuta, we just had our second date; it's not even that serious yet."

"Yet?" Yuta remarked.

Taeyong ignored him and looked at Mark instead, who was trying to hide his laugh behind the cup of tea. "His name is Kim Doyoung; we met at a fundraiser to help omegas with legal problems."

"THE Kim Doyoung? The football player?"

Taeyong glared at Yuta, "Yes, the football player, get a grip, fanboy."

Yuta and Taeyong started bickering about the situation, and Mark just looked at both of them and laughed.

Mark glanced at Yuta, seeing him laugh openly and scrunching his nose when he did. He thought about his Christmas last year, how colorless it looked compared to this one. He thought of Jisung, who called Mark earlier that day and excitedly told him he had managed to pass all his courses with flying grades.

He pondered Taeyong's words, how he was glad someone shook Yuta’s world enough to remind him of his own happiness again. Mark reflected on everything that had changed in his life ever since the new history professor confused him for a student. He felt content knowing he could give Yuta back his happiness. 

As he looked at him, he knew he was going to give him everything, in time.