The Last Mission | Markhyuck

6.

Insomnia.

A cruel wake-up call that you're tired, afraid, have too many problems to solve. Most people tell you what you do or how you're wrong with doing certain things, but insomnia; it's your body telling you to fucking get your shit together. It's your body letting you know that it'll give up on you if you give up on it. I should know. After all, it was a miracle I was able to sleep peacefully a couple of nights before. I had the experience to put it lightly.

My fingers rub on my face, those tiny beard stubbles letting me know physically what kind of shit I looked like. I sighed deeply.

The warm light from the bedside lamp lit the room cozily. I figured it would trick the brain into thinking I had nothing to worry about but shit wasn't cooperating. Violent rays lit up from the phone on the side table, vibrating with a message notification. I grabbed it lazily.

New message.

Xiao-fucking-ling.

that time when you were being a fucking dick

Jihun wanted to talk about the kid.

Man wanted your help with it. Figured you should know.

Perfect.

Thanks for making me feel even more of a dick.

Much love

any time

seen at 3:35 AM

Motherfucker.

Dropping the phone back on the table a little more annoyed, I laid back on the bed. Soft duvet against my bare back, I pulled out a photo underneath the pillow. Visualizing this when I had caught him off guard and took the picture.

Sunlight colored the walls of the living room with a hint of golden, orange, and yellow.

The large window has often been viewed as a sight not explainable by words. It seemed like a completely different world.

I stood in the doorway quietly, watching my boy, lost deep in the book on his lap. The warm sun made his revealing skin through his t-shirt golden and his messy hair had a godly glow. I sneaked out my phone from my back pocket.

'Baby...' I whispered lightly.

His expression as he looked up surprised was the cutest in the picture. Those slightly wide eyes parted lips and tilted head to the side.

'I'll charge for it,' muttered barely containing his giggle.

'Oh, I'm most definitely willing to pay,'

Six Hours Later.

'It's done,' Ling spoke getting straight to the point. I appreciated it.

I got up from the bed finally after not having a wink of sleep. My head was killing me.
Keeping the phone between my shoulder, I lit a cigarette standing in the window of the living room. Before I got lost in my thoughts, the man spoke further.