Everyone has typical fears. Spiders, dark, night skys, death... Haechan has the fear of darkness, while Mark? He was scared of his loved ones getting hurt. What will happen if they met. each other and they could help each other forget each other's f...
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mark arrived at the venue with his hands in his pockets. he looked around the busy venue, trying to find a specific brown haired omega.
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jeno tapped on his brother's shoulder. mark turned around to see his brother and his boyfriend in a suit, and a slightly familiar male. he then remembered that the male performed with chenle and haechan. the brown haired male slightly crept behind jaemin. jaemin chuckled sightly before telling the male.
"injun this is jeno's brother. mark." renjun then crept out of jaemin's back and shakily held his hand out. mark raised an eyebrow. jeno then said.
"he is scared of alphas, he hates them." mark nodded then asked.
"where's haechan?" jeno smiled and pointed behind the black haired alpha. mark turned around only to see a different haechan.
haechan's hair was still brown, but it was darker and it was filled with dull rainbow highlights. the omega was also wearing a silky black suit with one button unbuttoned. he had light makeup on, his lips tinted with a slight pink colour. mark could smell his cologne from across the room. damn, haechan just made mark fall for him even more.
for haechan, he saw mark from across the room. that jet back hair which was slicked back, the necklace that was hanging on his neck, the accessories hanging from the side pocket. the veiny hands. oh how much haechan wanted mark to just be his alpha. but haechan was sure that mark didn't like him the same way. (when i am writing this part i want to slap the shit out of haechan wake up boi)
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the wedding was halfway in session. it was the part where jaehyun and taeyong exchange their vows. taeyong wanted to go first, but the door banged opened. taeyong immediately went behind jaehyun after seeing who was at the door. haechan also whimpered softly, loud enough for mark to hear. mark quickly buried haechan's face into his neck, not allowing haechan to look at who was it. mark was standing next to jaehyun. both of the lee siblings hiding behind the two alphas.
"well well well, my eldest son is getting married and i'm not invited? your so called husband didn't even get my blessing." jaehyun growled.
"i don't need your fucking blessing, don't come and ruin my fucking wedding. you made taeyong's life a living hell. be grateful that i'm not calling the fucking police to bring you back to prison you sick bitch." the female scoffed. she took one step forward, jaehyun and mark took one step back, making sure that the woman won't hurt the lee siblings.
"i'm here to apologise, i care about my sons!" the woman said.
"fucking lies. get out of my wedding." jaehyun said again. his parents were also standing up, wanting to protect their son and their in law.
"oh too bad, i should have killed the two weaklings too, i didn't teach them to hide behind their alphas-" mark fumed. he wanted to scream at the woman, but someone else beat him to it.
"GO AWAY MOM! you said you cared. you cared?! fucking bullshit. you took taeyong hyung out of the closet and BEATED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! he was bleeding. I WAS 10! 10 FUCKING YEARS OLD! you think you deserve to care about MY life now?! you didn't teach us to hide behind our alphas. because YOU NEVER TEACH US ANYTHING! you don't even deserve the title mom. YOU don't deserve the surname 'lee'. you made hyung's life a living hell. you made MY life a living hell." haechan shouted while angry tears streamed down his face. the woman's eyes widened at her youngest son screaming at her.
"i have childhood trauma because of you. I CAN'T SLEEP ALONE IN THE DARK WHILE ITS RAINING BECAUSE OF YOU! hyung almost killed himself because of you." taeyong silently sniffled behind jaehyun at the memory of almost trying to end his life.
"if it wasn't for jaehyun hyung? taeyong wouldn't even be here! so it's either you fuck off, or i will call the police!" haechan continued screaming. mark was behind haechan, he was celebrating inside. he was proud that haechan could stand up for himself. the woman scoffed and walked out of the venue. taeyong was silently crying. jaehyun then said.
"i'm sorry, give my husband some time. he needs to calm down first." then he walked away with taeyong into the changing room. haechan's breathing was unstable. jisung, chenle, jeno, jaemin, renjun were slowly walking towards the crying omega. haechan broke down and allowed himself to fall into mark's embrace. the 5 dreamies panicked but mark caught the omega. they all let out a shaky breath. the wedding hall was filled with crying, hushes coming from the alpha, and a deafening silence engulfing the atmosphere.
"i-i'm so so so sorry.. i-i couldn't t-take i-" mark nodded. chenle held jisung's hand silently, didn't want to say anything that could trigger his crying hyung. renjun fiddled with his fingers while jeno and jaemin's hand were wrapped around his waist.
"i know chan. i know. i'm proud of you. you did it.. you made her walk away, you stood up for yourself. haechan you did a great job. you have a fucked up life, and i don't think that we can go back into time to change it. so now, we need to forget about it. i'm not going to ask you to stop crying. instead i'm going to tell you to keep on crying. you don't deserve this life." and haechan just broke down even more into mark's chest.
