Sun & Moon // Markhyuck

Café incident

"Babe are you okay?", Jaeno looked up from his laptop, stopping what he was working on.

I flinched at the nickname then brought myself back from my thoughts.

"Yeah, it's nothing. I j-just dropped something earlier", I shook away my thoughts of the foreigner and continued sipping on my latte.

Jaeno didn't seem too amused by my response. He sighed and pouted at me, then continued with his documents. The silence was comforting, the soft music playing in the background casted a reminiscence of affectionate love. Just like how it is now...

I think.

The bell on top of the entrance door rang, I swift my head in that direction within an instant. There he is. Again. I see him everywhere.

The lean body black haired man walked towards the counter ready to order his drink. His foot steps are getting closer to my table.

"Oh shit", I cursed under my breath. Jaeno looked at me with confusion as I abruptly hid underneath the table.

"What are you doing Donghyuck?", he whispered yelled at me then looked at Mark who was approaching our table with concern. Well Mark was actually just trying to find a table but I guess this scene just caught his attention.

I pulled my hoodie over my head and yanked on the jaw strings suffocating my face but only leaving my nose out.

"Shh!", I hissed.

Oh great. He chose to sit on the table that was right next to us.

"What the hell?!", I whispered yelled and tightened my grip on Jaeno's strong calves.

What am I going to do?

I slowly rised myself from the ground and sat back in my chair with my face still being covered. I avoided looking in Mark's direction what so ever. But he already seemed too occupied with his laptop.

"Babe", he reached out for my hand as I just sat still and remained silent. "You're acting strange, are you okay? Are you sick?". I heard the shuffling of his chair and him approaching me. He attempted to loosen my hoodie but I swatted his hands away. I could sense that Mark was looking at us. Anybody would've look at us. A couple who was ready to get into an argument, that's what it looked like from afar. But that's not the case. He can't know about this yet. Do I tell him? Not that it matters.

Why am I hiding such things?

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Mark's pov

A couple was already fighting right as soon as I took a seat here. Great. Awesome. You name it. From what I can see, the more athletic man was just concerned about the other. The other's identity was hidden as their hoodie pretty much covered its whole face except for the the nose. Clever. I let out a small laugh at the sight, it was ridiculous.

At first glance, I thought the identity of the person was an athletic female but the longer I looked, it was more of a small male but with exceedingly long legs. He was more on the petite side but had perfect proportions.

I thought that rounded tip of the nose looked familiar. But before I could recognise the individual, he bolted out off his chair knocking down my cup of coffee then off to somewhere.

"Argh, I'm so sorry about that", the taller man apologised with his hands on his hips shaking his head.

" ehh, it's alright", I half smiled. Thank god it didn't spill on my laptop. If it did, there would be a dead man right here. Young, dumb and broke. Honestly cannot afford to repair this laptop. Then something clicked into my mind at that moment. I need a part time job for now before starting my teaching course.

I made myself to the bathroom to clean of the spillage on my white t-shirt and some stains on my light washed denim jeans. My luck with wearing light coloured clothing is great.

The sounds of the cubicle locket started rattling and someone walked out to the sink next to me. From the corner of my eye, i can see that he was washing his face roughly then rested his hands on the sides of the sink and released a loud sigh as he looked up to the mirror. I turned my head to him. And it was him again.

"Donghyuck", I called and I rested my hand on his shoulder.

"Oh my god...", he widened his eyes and turned around and attempted to run away.

"AHHHH!", with that being said, he slipped on the wet floors and landed on his butt.

"Owwww", he winced in pain.

"Pfffftt", i started then bursted into laughter.

I offered my hand to him, before he gladly take it, he glared at me. He looked at me up and down then raised an eyebrow and looked like as if he was insulted by the stains on my clothes.

"What happened to you?", he sassed out.

"I could ask you the same"

He looked too embarrassed to even respond and this time decided to walk out slowly out of the bathroom.

"Babe?", I questioned.

"What?", he turned around in an instant. "What did you just call me?", sounding more like a confirmation than a genuine question.

"He called you babe", judging by Donghyuck's outfit, it was definitely the same as the hoodie boy who sat infront of the athletic man. "Care to share?", I half smiled again.

"Uh- uhh- that's my...", he looked everywhere but my eyes, I gestured with my hand for him to continue. "He's my bro-brother! Ah yes my brother...", he finished.

"Ohhh okay, I see. Tell your brother I said hi?", I was confused. Who the fuck calls their brother babe... is that normal in korea?

"Don't get the wrong impression, he's my brother. Okay???", he reassured once again. If he says brother one more time, i'll suspect lies. Actually already suspected a lie. Not that it should bother me.

"Anyways, thanks for the graphic design on my shirt", I rolled my eyes, "see you around Hyuckie", i patted him on the back and left the cafe.

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3rd pov

"Brother?!??! What the actual fuck? EWW WHY DID I EVEN...", he yelled at himself when Mark was out of his sight. Bang on the doors and balling his hair with his fingers.

"Now that's weird! It's all weird now. I could've just said Jaeno and I are friends!", he internally screamed in his mind.

Donghyuck thought about what Mark had said about the "graphic designs" and his white t-shirt. He then remembered his butt was being contacted with a hot cup and the burning sensation on his skin through his pants.

"Ah fuck me", he shook his head and felt guilty.