Coming Home | mark lee.

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Hyuck

uhm
look
the thing is

i knew it

I HAVENT EVEN ANSWERED
anyways
after that she asked me if i still liked her
i said no

i smell lies

stfu
she said she didnt like me that way anymore
but then we both started saying something at the same time

oh damn

but neither of us finished
dad came in

shit

now idk if it became awkward
but yeah

what were you gonna say tho

um

you still like her don't you

i mean
she's funny and cool
and i did have a crush on her
but nah idts

INCOMING CALL FROM HYUCK

Mark picked up instantly.

"Why are you awake?" Donghyuck asked.

"I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not? I'm thinking about stuff."

"And what's stuff?"

"...Ti- what?"

"What?"

Mark exhaled.

"Okay...I think I'm screwed."

A pause.

"You like her, don't you?"

*

It took about half an hour for Tiffany to wake up too.

She unlocked her phone and saw a message.

lexie

i fking hate this shit sm

what happened

why are you awake

jet lag
what happened tho
date?

she stood me up bro

aw man that sucks

but on the other hand i met this cute dude at the cafe

here we go again

where's mark btw
what did y'all talk abt

stuff

great description

hey lex
i told you abt me having a crush on him when we were kids right?

wait
YOU TOLD HIM?

uh no he told me first

SO YOU BOTH HAD A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER
BRUH

then i asked him if he still liked me

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
ANYONE WOULD SAY NO YOU IDIOT
WHAT IF HE DID AND YOU'D NEVER KNOW
YOU DUMB BITCH

well fuck
WAIT
DOES THAT MEAN
HEY

WHAT

after that we both started saying something
but i let him go first

WHAT DID HE SAY

he couldnt
his dad came

OH FUCK
wait
what were YOU gonna say

me?
i was gonna say he's my celeb crush now

*

"Good morning," Tiffany said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Mrs. Lee smiled. "How was your sleep?"

"It was okay," Tiffany chuckled.

"Jet lag is a real pain," Minhyuck said.

"Right." She smiled. "Where's Mark?"

"He's still sleeping," Mr. Lee replied.

"Why don't you go wake him up?" Mrs. Lee suggested.

"Oh, I don't want to invade his privacy." Tiffany started.

"Just knock and go in," Minhyuck said.

She hesitated, then nodded.

She knocked once and peeked inside.

Mark was curled around a pillow, hair messy, breathing slow and even.

She smiled.

She walked in quietly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"You've been working hard," she whispered.