fanservice. | mahae

♧ 3. ♧

haechan is spraying his favourite scent across his body when mark quietly creeps into the threshold of their bedroom, purposely leaving the door behind him open.

"hyuck," he whispers lowly as he waits by the door frame; however, his volume of voice isn't necessary given they are the only two bodies left in their dorm.

it only brinks noon, but the rest of the group has already split up to take on a multitude of rest day activities with one another.

a few of them have gone to their family homes to visit, while others paired up to create plans with some of the subunit members outside of 127's apartment.

while contemplating his own day, haechan finds himself completely ready for his set plans when the elder does a head-to-toe sweep of his finalized look.

"yes, hyung?" the youngest glances at mark through the mirror; patiently, waiting for him to reveal his needs as haechan does another once-over of his outfit.

he repeats this motion upon noticing mark's unwavering stare.

"you look nice." mark's forwardness makes haechan's skin ignite in a weird way he can't quite explain, but it feels good.

haechan has always valued being complimented by mark. his best friend, who he thinks so highly of, making him feel pretty? it's a win-win situation for haechan anytime this occurs.

"thank you," the brunette responds sincerely, gesturing to mark's round-framed glasses resting on his head. "you don't mind do you?"

"of course not." mark's response is instant and haechan beams at the thought of how easily he's able to persuade the older male.

none of haechan's accessories looked right with his fit, but fortunately for him, he knew mark wouldn't care if he borrowed one of his.

the room is only silent for several more moments until haechan asks, "so, what exactly did you need, hyung?"

"hmm?" mark meets the latter's stare distractedly.

his dark chocolate orbs travel from haechan's slightly exposed collarbone and over his cross necklace dangling from his outstretched neck to look into his round animated eyes.

haechan thinks the air in his lungs nearly ceases itself at the extremity of mark's gaze on him. it's an innocent look in itself, but the longevity of it has haechan feeling a bit winded. still, he refuses to let mark know this, and instead clears his throat as subtly as possibly to not sound too bothered.

"what do you mean hmm?" haechan teases lightly, "you just walked in here and called my name."

"oh, that?" mark is suddenly walking across the room to wrap his arms diligently around the maknae, shoulders shrugging as he pulls the younger male close into his warm body and rests his chin on his shoulder. "that was nothing."

before haechan can open his mouth to reply, mark mumbles from the crook of haechan's neck with a subtle, "just going to miss you today, channie."

"but you see me every day hyung?" haechan responds in bewilderment, carefully turning around so he's facing mark as he lifts mark's face to palm his forehead in confusion.

"still." mark mutters when haechan meets his coffee-coloured orbs once more, and haechan's own only grows fonder, followed by a semi-amused chuckle.

it's only been a few days since mark announced to the group that he is feeling better and was allowed out of his quarantine, but haechan just isn't too sure now with how clingy he's being.

still, the maknae does detect a playful tone in mark's voice that assures him he's somewhat alright.

"are you positive you're feeling better, mel?" haechan pokes, tone borderline concerning despite the joking manner in which he delivers his words.