changing the update schedule to every two/three days bc school's starting. but ill try to update again within the next 24 hours lmao.
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❝ hyung. ❞
it was around three a.m. when mark heard the voice call for him, and he wondered who would be awake at the ungodly hour. he hummed a slurred response in his sleep, twisting his body so it faces the rest of the room instead of the wall.
he heard someone plop down onto the ground, causing his eyes to immediately snap open at the sound. it was jisung sitting on the floor, cross-legged and staring up at mark. he let out a sigh of relief; he thought it was jeno passing out again. it seemed to be happening a lot nowadays.
" jisung? " he said, his voice scratchy and hoarse. " why are you awake? "
" i can't sleep, hyung. "
mark came back to his senses when he heard jisung's voice. it sounded as though he had been crying the night away. he slowly sat up on his bed and brought jisung up beside him.
" what's wrong? "
jisung remained silent, as though it was reluctant to tell him a secret that would destroy the planet. he was slightly shivering, and mark upon noticing, covered him with the blanket he himself was wrapped around just now. jisung sniffed.
" jisung, what's— "
mark heard knocking on his door that was left ajar, since jisung invited himself in, deep knocking of knuckles and a husky voice. the caretaker.
mark immediately pushed jisung to lie down on the bed and pulled the covers over his head, him lying down beside him. the door creaked open and the caretaker stepped inside. his eyes landed on mark who pretended to be asleep, and he prayed he didn't notice jisung under the blanket.
he gave mark a smile. " have you seen jisung? "
mark kept his eyes shut, his breathing as steady as possible, but the caretaker nudged mark in the shoulder and caused jisung to press against the wall.
" ow... " jisung groaned in the quietest tone, that unfortunately, didn't go unnoticed. the caretaker let out a victorious scoff, staring at the figure under the covers with a gaze so intense it could practically set it on fire.
" hyung, i'm scared, " jisung whispered, but a second later he pushed the blanket away and sat up right. he pulled mark up as well, and stared up at him with eyes more awake.
this wasn't jisung, mark reminded himself. this wasn't jisung—
mark screamed when he heard the caretaker let out a laugh. he saw jisung pulling himself out of the covers and making his way towards him. the caretaker ruffled his hair as jisung kept his eyes on mark.
dark valley. don't. man. six-foot-three. mark held onto his head and sucked in a breath. danger. fear. end of dark valley—
and suddenly mark fell back onto the bed, his breathing still rigid as ever, sound asleep. the caretaker, before dragging jisung out, smiled down at mark.
" sweet dreams. "
