fanservice. | mahae

♧ 5. ♧

the next time mark and haechan have a moment to breathe, is when they're situated in mark's personal recording room after their last 127 group recording session for their upcoming comeback; which will lead into an immediate city-wide tour following music show promotions.

they completed filming for their latest music video two nights prior, and, unsurprisingly, both adapted two brand new hair colours and looks between the jacket shoots to now.

loosing sleep seems like a bigger deal than it actually is with mark and haechan, who should be resting in their dorms, but are instead, goofing around here in the small, comforting space of mark's studio.

there's barely more than enough space for their two bodies right now, but it's cozy in the familiarity it brings. they're accustomed to being around similar producing materials and environments all the time, but it's a bonus that mark managed to get his hands on a space of his own not too far from their dorms a while back.

all that money and hard work had been rightfully placed into something that only elevated mark's craft. and ever since, this has always been like their little vibe; usually just filled with mark by himself in here, or haechan alongside mark and his instruments.

sometimes, other members wanting to dabble in their artistry would tag along with mark, like taeyong and ten, but for the most part, mark normally just accompanies his best friend.

haechan is really all he ever needs if he's not by himself, honestly.

the aroma in the booth around them is filtered by a couple of scented candles, the most prominent flavour smelling of crisp apples and smoky wood, but blending with another fainter whiff of fresh linen.

mark often mixes his scents, and while haechan always prefers softer fragrances like vanilla bean, the air in the room always leaves him with the same recognizable warmth.

and speaking of, mark is currently hunched over his desk with his back turned when haechan makes his way over, hands scribbling something unknown to the latter as he zones into his best friend.

"markly?" haechan questions softly, waiting until mark turns his head halfway to acknowledge him. "what are you doing?"

the air is silent for a moment more while mark's hands make light work of the paper beneath them.

"c'mere, i'll show you," he beckons not long after, waving haechan closer with his pen still in hand.

haechan agrees easily, strolling all the way to mark's chair until his stomach hits the back of the seat lightly. at this, mark spins around to invite haechan into his lap, who wastes no time complying as he falls directly into the opening.

from what the maknae can see, mark is surrounded by a heavy mix of music sheets and song notes. his brows furrow as his eyes take in the overwhelming amount of papers in front of them, eyes flittering across the board to take everything in.

"are you writing again?" haechan asks when he feels like enough time passes.

"mhm," mark mumbles shortly, sounding half present and half unaware.

if one were to ask haechan to jot down a list of all his favourite things about mark, something he'd never fail to mention is mark's songwriting. because he's a natural genius, so lyrically gifted and talented in ways haechan can't even begin to quite explain; just knows that the latter is nothing short of incredible.

"is this it here?" haechan motions with his chin to a few sheets of music messily scattered on mark's work desk, from the steady comfort of mark's right leg.

the latter nods slowly, mind partially attentive to his best friend's voice and the rest on an interesting idea that came up for the lyrics he's been penning for a while. the same words he's been cryptically gushing about for just about as long as he's been creating.