The people watching the stream broke out into an uproar of panic.

T1nyTRex: Are they joking?

SuperWhoMerLock16: No! Markimash can't be ending!

Holli3354: Your breaking up with him live? Thats a dick move Yamimash

BlueBird: Please don't break up! You two are so adorable!

BlueBird: Why Yami? Why?

Mark blinked silently a few times, simply staring at the man in his arms with complete bewilderment. "...What?" he finally asked with a cough.

"I think we should break up." Yami repeated, lowering his eyes to the floor and dropping his hand from Mark's cheek, "It's just... not working out like I thought it would. It's not the same as it was."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mark snapped, catching the man's attention once again.

He looked mad. Not necessarily rage-quit or Vanish mad, but the twitch of his brow made Aaron stare as he broke into a scowl. His eyes shifted with betrayal and confusion while his hand caught Yami's falling wrist, grasping onto it tightly. He didn't remember the last time he'd seen Mark this upset, if ever, and the grip on his wrist suddenly became too tight. Yami winced, "M-Mark, you're hurting me. Let go of my hand."

The constant ping of comments flooding in distracted Yami. The sudden realization hit him. He'd broken up with Mark on camera, he really hadn't been thinking clearly. There surely could have been a better time... He had to try and fix the situation before the comments got too out of hand. It would make Mark look horrible for all of his fans. He opened his mouth to speak but was stopped when he felt Mark moving. He was glaring at the camera with one of the scariest looks Aaron had ever seen him wear. The man addressed the audience with a few, shot, dark words, "This livestream is over."

The screen went black as mark shut it all down, not even bothering to actually close anything, just slamming this thumb over the power button. "Mark..." Yami started, surprised when Mark stopped him from speaking yet again.

Those same strong arms that had been holding him so gently just moments before were now pushing him forcefully down onto his back.

With a looming gaze, Mark hovered over him, hands forced to the floor on either side of Yami's face, "Why?"

"W-why?"

"Why do you want to break up?" Mark demanded, "We only just moved in together! I thought things were going great!"

"They were..." Yami tried, reaching up to firmly place his palm against Mark's chest, "It's complicated."

Mark slapped his hand away, "You can't tell me you want to break up in the middle of a damn livestream and then say, 'it's complicated'."

Aaron tried to push at Mark lightly, a sign that he didn't want to have this conversation the way they were. Mark had him caged between his limbs. A knee planted between his legs, arms blocking either side of his head, and not bothering to budge even as Yami's pushes became a little harder. "Mark, can we talk about this on the couch? Or in the kitchen or something?"

"What's wrong with right here?" Mark snapped, his position never wavering.

Yami frowned, "I feel like you're attacking me with your eyes..." he admitted, finally growing too uncomfortable under Mark's stern stare to stay quiet about it.

The man huffed and shook his head, "I'm not moving until you tell me what's wrong."

"...We're too open." Yami finally stated, opening his hands up and glaring hard at Mark, "Everything we do isn't for us anymore. It's just for the fans."

Aaron watched as Mark's features formed with confusion. He gave out a heavy sigh and shook his head, continuing, "It's like you're just trying to play the angle." he admitted, "Just like how it used to be. When we joked around. When there was nothing between us but all that shipping nonsense!" he hit Mark's shoulder, "I liked it better when it was our own damn business!"

The room was bitterly quiet for a moment, as Mark drank in all the words Yami was screaming at him. Aaron shuddered, trying to calm down. It shouldn't have been that big of an issue. It was their job to be public after all, but he missed the intimacy of having their own, private romance. When the kisses were simply for the pleasure of being so close to one another, and the caring words because they were truly meant. He loved it when it was something Mark did just for him, not for a few more likes towards the video. It was dramatic, sure, but if he wasn't happy, what was the point of not speaking up?

"I..." Mark started, swiping his tongue over his lip and blinking a few times, rapidly, "You know that a big part of this job is being open right? You have to sort of reveal-"

"There are plenty of youtubers who don't even show their faces. Some don't share names, and God knows we've shared enough!" he retorted, "I miss when it was just us Mark."

The man nodded silently, letting his arms slip down to the floor one at a time, now supporting himself over Yami with his elbows. He let his forehead bump against the other man's his eyes falling closed, "I don't want to break up."

"I know..." Aaron sighed, reaching his hands up to their faces, and holding Mark's cheeks in his palms, "I don't want to either."

"Then let's no-"

"But I don't want to be unhappy either."

Mark's frown was evident as he lowered his head further, slipping out of Aaron's hold as he buried his face in the man's shoulder. Yami's arms came up to wrap around Mark's neck gingerly, pulling him closer. It felt like a last kiss. The slow, silent connection of lips, with deliberate movement and careful actions. It wasn't like the kisses they usually shared. Mark tried to wrap his arms around Yami, but when he did, the Brit parted the kiss. He became very conscious of his movements, like the slightest slip up would make the fragile moment shatter.

Like a it was a china doll.

Aaron held fast, but was obviously cautious as he kissed Mark.

It was all wrong. Like they shouldn't be doing it at all, but at the same time, it felt like the only thing to do. So they just laid there for a moment, Mark's arms barely touching Yami as their lips hovered over one another, eager to press forward but too uncertain to take that final step. It was all just wrong.

"I don't want to break up." Mark repeated.

"Mark..."

"We're not breaking up." he, this time, stated.