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#6: Creep.

Chapter Six: "Creep."

That night, Haechan waited until he heard Mark's breaths even out, indicating that he was asleep, before slowly crawling into his bed.

Mark was sleeping straight on his back and so Haechan gently pushed his arm up and lay between Mark's arm and his body. Laying on his side, Haechan slid an arm around Mark's waist and rested his head against Mark's taut chest.

There was just something about Mark's firm physique and addictive scent that had Haechan keep coming back to him. Two days ago, he wouldn't have so blatantly crawled into bed with him but something changed when Mark let him do so the previous night.

Though it was not enough to convince Haechan to do it when Mark was awake. He was afraid he'll reject him this time or be weirded out.

Maybe Mark will be even more weirded out when he finds Haechan in his bed the next morning but as of now, Haechan was already cozied up to his leader.

Mark's body was always more muscular than his own but he had never really felt it enough to appreciate it until now. Back when they shared a bed or changed together, they were all kids, but now he was cuddled up to an adult man. He could see the outline of Mark's muscles due to the tight shirt he was wearing and wondered how it would feel if he traced it over his skin.

Haechan shook his head. What was he thinking? He should not be having such weird thoughts about his best friend.

Sighing lightly, Haechan brushed his thoughts off and tightened his hold on Mark, squeezing him like a life size teddy bear. He nuzzled into his chest as his eyes grew heavy. Just as his eyelids fell shut, a smile appeared on his lips when he felt Mark drape an arm around his waist in his sleep.

Mark's body-clock worked like magic. Somehow he would be awake somewhere around 6 to 6.15 in the morning.

That day was no different as he stirred awake at seven past six. Feeling groggy and half-conscious, he tried to turn and get a few minutes more to sleep when he felt himself being restricted. Forcing his eyes open, he blinked a few times to make out what was lying on him.

When he did however, he let out a loud shriek, startled.

Eyes wide and lips parted, the jump-scare had washed the remaining sleepiness away for good. Mark's head was off his pillow as he stared down at his roommate who was supposed to be on the adjacent bed, sleeping on his chest.

His shocked yell had however disturbed Haechan who was now waking up with a frown and a crease of his eyebrows. He rubbed his eyes open as Mark peered down at him. There was a moment of silence when their eyes met before Haechan let out an ear-piercing scream. He somehow jumped and got tangled with the blanket, pushing himself off the bed and went tumbling down to the floor.

Mark looked even more horrified as he watched Haechan looking like he was possessed by the ghost from The Exorcist.

"Dude," he said slowly, "What the actual f*ck?"

Haechan groaned in pain as he rubbed the back of his head. You could say he woke up with a bang.

The air was awkward. Mark was still reeling from the trauma of Haechan going all crazy on him in the morning while embarrassment flooded Haechan's system because of his own reaction. Why had he screamed like he was not the one who wormed into Mark's bed?

The door to their room was thrown open and a sleepy Jaemin peeked in with annoyance written all over his face.

"Who just screamed like he was getting killed at literally six in the morning?" He demanded and Mark was quick to point his finger at Haechan who glared at him before turning to Jaemin.