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#13: A brat.

Chapter Thirteen: "A brat."

A/N: Longer chapter to make up for the sad chapter hehe :)

Mark fumbled in the dark as he entered the dorm, the digital clock showing that it was almost one in the morning. He soundlessly walked over to his room. Opening the dark room, he could barely see which was weird because Haechan could not sleep without his night lamp.

Frowning, he switched on the dim amber light but his eyes widened when he saw both the beds empty. Whipping his head around, he was alarmed to find Haechan lying on the cold floor instead.

He dropped his bag on the ground, rushing over to the boy.

"Haechan?" He called worriedly as he knelt over him, noticing the dried tear tracks that glistened under the dim light. His heart broke at the sight, cursing himself to what he had done to the poor boy.

"Channie," he said softly. "Please wake up."

Haechan frowned before squinting his eyes open. For a moment he could not recall where he was or what time it was. But as he lifted himself to a sitting position, his gaze fell on Mark's incredibly worried face and it all came back to him.

Tears had streamed down his face unstoppably as he sobbed alone on the cold marble floor. Even though Mark was only gone for a day, Haechan could not take it.

He wanted Mark back.

He had no sense of time as he cried his heart out for him until the fatigue of it pushed him into slumber. That was until Mark had woken him up again.

"Haechan, what are you doing on the floor?" Mark almost scolded him though his eyes showed more fear than anger. "You would have been shivering through the night and caught a cold. You should have slept on the bed!"

He however stopped his worried rambling when he heard Haechan sniffle. "H-hyung?"

Haechan's voice cracked like he was going to cry again as he called for his hyung. He was so relieved to see his face that he did not care about whatever happened the day before. He just wanted Mark to hold him before he broke.

Mark felt his own tears prick at the back of his eyes when he heard Haechan's fragile voice but he forcefully held himself back when he saw a tear rolling down Haechan's cheek.

"Shh don't cry," he said in a hushed tone and swiped his thumb across his cheek to wipe the droplet but another followed.

"I... I thought you weren't coming back again," Haechan cried.

Mark shook his head furiously, still fighting his own tears because he needed to be strong for him. "I'm not going anywhere, little one. Come to me now," he beckoned and it was all it took for Haechan to throw his arms around Mark.

Haechan clutched the back of Mark's shirt as if it were a lifeline, scared that he'll leave if he let go but Mark held onto him just as tight, if not tighter.

"I'm sorry Haechan. I'm so f*cking sorry." Mark buried his fingers into his hair, holding his head against his chest and Haechan cried into it. His shirt was becoming wet but Mark gave it no heed. All that mattered was that he wanted to make him feel better.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed in that position. Mark's leg started cramping but he did not move an inch, holding Haechan for as long as he needed. When Haechan finally calmed down, Mark slipped an arm under his legs, carrying the younger boy with ease. Haechan let him, burying his head in the crook of his neck.

Mark let Haechan lay down on his bed but he gripped Mark's shirt when Mark tried to straighten up from him.

"Don't go," he pleaded.