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#8: Order a coffin.

Chapter Eight: "Order a coffin."

Haechan finally had a smile on his face. Mark had hugged him long enough for him to calm down before letting him go so that the younger could wash up and get ready for bed. Looking at himself in the mirror, he grinned wider.

As he stepped out, Mark was already lying on his bed, holding his phone up as he scrolled through.

Haechan hesitated. They had finally made up but did that mean he could go back to sleeping next to him again? Would it be weird to go back like nothing happened?

Mark, however, raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you coming or should I carry you here?"

Haechan bit back a smile as he waddled over to Mark's side, quickly lying down with a smile on his face which looked too adorable in Mark's eyes, making him break into a smile as he looked at him with heart eyes.

"I know you might be surprised, but I missed you sneaking into my bed every night." He said as he put his phone down and turned to face him.

Haechan was indeed surprised but he was ecstatic at the confession. He beamed at the fact that not only did he crave for Mark's attention but Mark also liked receiving his. It made Haechan feel wanted and loved.

Love.

It had been so long since Mark had told him that he loved him. But he had that night. Of all the times he could have, he had said it when Haechan was acting like a petty spoilt kid. He had even said most. It gave Haechan the confidence that Mark would still love him regardless of his imperfections and childishness.

"I could barely sleep without you," Haechan admitted meekly.

Mark wrapped an arm around his waist at his words and pulled him to himself. "You don't have to anymore."

Haechan inhaled his scent that he had missed so much, feeling warm and safe in his arms again. He looked up at Mark and tugged his chin down so that the older will look at him in the eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

Mark nodded.

"What did you mean when you said my apology was not what you wanted to hear when I came to talk to you?"

"Well, we both know what happened during our fight. I didn't need for you revisit that and apologise to me because I already know you would feel sorry whether you said it to me or not," Mark told him. "What I wanted to talk about was why you acted that way. I wanted to know if something was going on that had caused you to be on edge. I wanted to know if the stress was too much for you to handle. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

One thing Haechan had learnt about himself was that he was hasty. He had jumped to too many untrue conclusions.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling guilty.

Mark shook his head. "It's okay. It's done now. Let's put it behind us."

Haechan complied moving onto the next thing on his mind. "You know how you said you loved me the most?" He asked in a small voice.

"And I meant every word," Mark gave him his unasked confirmation.

It was a task for Haechan to not smile so wide and he was failing miserably. "Then will you do something for me?"

"What will that be?"

"Can you not leave me to wake up alone? It feels lonely."

Mark was surprised at the question. He had never thought Haechan had felt that way.

Haechan continued to say, "I want to see you when I wake up."

That meant Mark would have to postpone his morning work out. He tucked a strand of hair behind Haechan's ear. "Okay, I'll stay in bed with you or I'll wake you up before I get up."