my love (he leans into me) “Thanks for taking care of me, Jeno.” Jeno softens. Leans over the center console to kiss Mark gently. Mark immediately reciprocates, one hand sliding to the back of Jeno’s head. He tastes like alcohol and something fruity — most likely the punch that Yuta had mixed. “Of course, Mark.”

wake me up in the spring It just keeps happening, and while he knows his morally bankrupt friends would never question free anything, Mark can’t help but feel guilty. Who is this mystery guy giving him free coffee, anyway? All he knows is his name is Jeno and he works at Starbucks. It’s really not much to go on.