It's Always You | MarkHyuck | Currently Updating

#5: Princess.

Chapter Five: "Princess."

It was thirty minutes later that Haechan finally got to bed after his shower and skincare. Weirdly, his previous tiredness had vanished and he did not fall asleep instantly like he had expected to.

Lying awake, he watched Mark move in the dark room illuminated by Haechan's nightlight. The older's shadow on the wall was somewhat interesting to watch.

"Not sleeping?" Mark questioned when he noticed him awake.

"In a minute," he replied.

Mark nodded, "Good night then."

"Good night Melt."

Mark shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he lay across his own bed, silence falling over them again.

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Haechan groaned.

He couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning for the last hour had only made him more restless and annoyed. He wondered what had caused him to be so awake. He was perfectly sleepy when he slept on Mark's shoulder just about a few hours ago.

"Haechan?" Mark called out, his voice sounding hoarse from his sleep. "You're still awake?" All the rustling of Haechan against his blanket had waken him up.

"I can't sleep," he whispered back.

There was a moment of silence when Mark turned onto his side and opened his covers. "Come here."

Haechan's eyes widened. "Really?"

Mark nodded, sleep evident in his eyes and without further ado, Haechan shuffled over to Mark's side.

Inserting himself next to his leader, he let Mark cover both of them with his blanket. It was thinner than Haechan's which made him feel a little chilly but any of that was gone the next moment when Mark wrapped a strong arm around him.

Haechan silently gasped in surprise as the gesture. Mark had hugged him to sleep when he was sick to warm him up so it was already more than he expected when Mark voluntarily let him onto his bed right now. It completely caught him off guard when Mark cuddled him.

He felt warmth spread over his body as Mark pulled him to himself, his back completely pressed against Mark's chest.

"Better?" Mark's deep voice sounded too hot against his ears, his breath hitting his skin on his neck.

When he was sick, Haechan was more focused on getting as much warmth as possible. He could barely even remember it. Now that he was all better, he noticed the way he was affected by Mark's actions, big or small.

Haechan leaned back into his chest, appreciating the gesture. It was not everyday that Mark offered such a thing and so he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, ignoring all the fuzzy sensations it gave him. He placed his hand over Mark's which was resting on his stomach, intertwining their fingers.

Mark did not object.

"Better," Haechan said, unable to stop the smile on his face.

A comfortable silence enveloped them, Mark's thumb soothingly caressing Haechan's belly over his shirt, causing the younger to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Deciding that his blissful touches were not good for his heart, Haechan broke the silence.

"Mark," he called him in a small voice, hearing his leader hum and feeling the vibrations of his chest against his back. "Can I turn around?"

And so Mark loosened his grip and Haechan turned around in his arms, facing him.

"Why did you want to turn around?"

Haechan slid his arms around Mark's waist, placing his head onto his chest sideways, drowning in his addictive scent. "It's warmer this way."