The Other Man || markhyuck

c1: Here I Come, My Chickens

Gay old-fashioned and unmistakable breathtaking to get lost by its accentuated beauty that were swaying so delicately under the striking golden late-day, sweet smell filled through his senses and the warm breeze that was running so freely around the vicinity only made him feel all so carefree and light headed away from the worries which burdens him for the past few days. Little escapes can make him feel better.

Ageratum, sweet pea, rose, peony, daffodil, and bunch of yarrows just welcomed him out of his dazed state-like. Everything was so fine. Everything was so beautiful that he won't mind staying there for too long. The place was that he cherished the most that seemed so unreachable but too vivid that always struck in his hazy mind.

As if the weather knew what he was feeling, he effortlessly shone under the prickly heat of sunlight that was one of the amazing thing that ever happened to him. He was beyond in happiness. He couldn't describe what he truly felt in words. He was glowing so brightly like the way how other people adore him by his not-so-famous christian smile. He roamed around the place, feeling the tingly herbs that slapped against his pale skin.

Seemed like he was brought back for being a little excited kid, he danced in blissfulness with his arms raised at the top of his head. He could not care less about his surorundings as he only wanted to be happy and appreciate everything. His small fit of laughters successfully resonated in the vicinity the way his admirers were dying to bless their ears with that beautiful harmony. He was having fun on his own not until he heard a familiar voice from the distant just called his name...

JOLTED from the angry strike of the thunderbolt, the canadian male slowly stirred up from his sleeping state which he couldn't comprehend everything that seemed so confusing for him. Escaping a long tired yawn and droopy eyes were being rubbed by his paled fist, the said male put himself on the upright position as his consciousness slowly brought him back to reality that he needed to deal with again for how many times he tried to live in peacefulness.

His attention was snatched towards the closed window that was now no longer meets those happy rays of sunlight he dreading to see again like from his wonderful dream. He just wished of not waking up from that moment. He wanted to stay there but he knew he couldn't.

Back to the present time, the said male could only sigh heavily as that cold breeze wrapped around his bare toned upper body. With his aching muscles, he hurriedly pulled his shirt over his head and get dressed for his morning routine to save himself from the cold. Shaking his head for once, his sight was thrown to the other side of his spacious room.

Without a definite time to ask anything, his worn-out visage was now painted with a soft smile.

Welcome to the outside world.

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" YOU ARE TOO BUSY IN YOU DREAMLAND and I have no enough time to waste my time for waking you up, baby lion. I just left you a note and I assume that you already saw that? Am I right? "

Cowering down on the cozy sofa he shared with his roommate, the canadian male couldn't help but roll his eyes out dramatically at that response from the other line as the movie that was currently playing in front of him became faint to his hearings.

" oh that... I am sorry 'cause I have a date with my chinese friend Winwin blah blah blah and I'll just get your favorite pasta on my way home blah blah blah.... yeah I memorized it, fucker " he said in nonchalance and he could hear a short scoff beside his ear.