𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

we're falling like the stars(falling in love)

Ship; Mark X Renjun
Group; NCT
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The sound of a hiccup and then sniffling is what Mark wakes up to. It's late into the night because he can't see the harsh sunrays falling through the gap between the curtains. He checks the clock on the bedside table and sees that it's 2:45am.

Then he smells it before he even sees it, knows that Renjun is overly distressed. The reason is what he's awoken to find out.

Carefully so as not to scare his omega off, Mark reaches out his hands to tap him on the shoulder, watching as the shaking body stops for a miniscule moment before abruptly moving away, a little struggle, and then he gets up from the bed.

Mark, now severely worried, moves up from his laying down position and sits up, his eyes now wide awake. The burnt sugar he can smell coming off of Renjun is enough to wash away any remnants of sleep he had.

"Baby?" He tries, moving closer to the edge of the bed as he watches Renjun cry even harder. Seemingly shying away from Mark's line of sight as he cradles his body close. "Baby what's wrong? Are you okay?"

He doesn't get a respond, frankly, he doesn't even expect one. He sighs to himself and continues to move up until he's seated on the edge of the bed, a little distance between him and Renjun but it's too much of a distance to him.

"Hey, hey, listen to my voice baby, calm down okay?" Mark tries again, noticing that Renjun has started to hyperventilate and his tears are falling down faster, the light from their bedside lamp showing Mark just how swollen his eyes are and how his face is a deep red color. "Just breathe okay? Listen to my voice and calm down. Everything's fine, I'm right here."

Renjun does listen to Mark, eventually calming down enough for his scent to change into a light caramel scent. That means he's peeved but still okay. He's breathing shallowly, eyes closed as he tries to get his heart to steady.

"Good job, my love," Mark praises and he watches as Renjun just looks away, seemingly shy. "Now, do you want to talk?"

"No," he hears the mutter and then nods.

"That's fine baby," Mark responds. It's okay if Renjun doesn't want to talk but it's not okay if he's an arm's length away from Mark's reach. "Can I touch you?"

"No," Renjun's voice is breaking, his lips in a frown and his eyes tearing up again. His scent is reaching borderline dark caramel and Mark doesn't want that. "You won't want to touch me."

Mark pauses at that. What?

"What?" He replies, blinking his eyes so fast. "W-why wouldn't I want to touch you?"

"Because I'm…" the rest of the sentence is said in a mutter and Mark can't make out what it is.

"Baby I can't hear you," Mark says, watching Renjun pull down his large shirt as if to cover some of the skin he's showing.

It's his favorite shirt of Mark's. It's already too big on Mark but Renjun is just swimming in it. Even with the protruding belly of his, the shirt still reaches his shins.

Ever since he reached his 6 months mark, he'd been wearing that shirt every other day and it gets thrown into the washing machine way more times than it should, making it see through at this point. But Renjun still loves it. He still makes Mark rub his scent all over it once it's dried from the washer. And he still makes Mark fuck him in it just because.

But now he's trying to use that shirt as a barrier, as a shield away from Mark's reach. Mark isn't having it.

Renjun takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and then opening them to speak again. "I said you won't want to touch me… because I'm disgusting."