Chasing Waterfalls ° Mark

01

 tw / cursing

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"no fucking way, you're too drunk mark." haechan grabs the soju mark was holding as he was about to down it even after drinking two sojus prior. "you're going overboard with this celebration thing!! we just got top two on billboard world albums artist!" johnny scolds him and helping haechan bring him to his room. 

"hey, for the record, it's still a reach." mark says, slurring the words. johnny and haechan could barely understand him. "yeah? and if you keep on drinking you're gonna reach peak level migraine tomorrow from a hangover." haechan bites back at him. when they reached his room, they basically threw him on his bed and left to clean the mess they made in their living room. haechan nudges at johnny, "i'm concerned this might be related to his break-up."

johnny puckers his lower lip as he thinks, "i doubt it, it's been almost 4 years? since they broke up." haechan nods but whispers, "the heart never forgets though."

back in his room, mark stares at the ceiling, trying to get his shit back together. as he looks over his right, he spots his guitar and he went towards it slowly, trying to avoid hitting his body against anything that would cause a commotion. 

as he was about to grab the pick that he usually leaves on his nightstand, he sees nothing there. "where the fuck." he places his guitar on his bed as he lazily looks for a pick in his room, sight a little fuzzy. as he's probably searched his whole room, there was nothing left to look through besides the underside of his bed where he knows, by heart, he hid the box that contained his past. 

he picks it up from the floor and dusted it, coughing a little bit. he laughs himself at how far he'd go just for a goddamn guitar pick. as he opens the old metal cookie tin, he spots his guitar pick right away, but the pictures under it piqued his interest, although again, he knows all the content of that tin by heart because he buried his heart along with it. 

he picks up the polaroids; a picture of him and his best friend, which is also his ex-girlfriend, but most of all, his first love. he looks through it, smiling fondly as it brings him back to the old times when things used to be simple and he was loved truly by someone he cherished the most.

he flips one of the polaroids, it was what he once treated as his lucky charm, "good luck on your debut, minhyungie!!" messily written behind the polaroid. 

he didn't even notice the tears that was slowly streaming down his cheeks as he whispers, "koeun-ah..."

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- uhm i made this story's plotline on a whim and i wasnt supposed to write and publish this until next yr BUT THE URGE,,, it can't wait anymore

- if you aren't familiar with the 'if only' format, it's: chapters are usually jst short chapters, everything is written in small caps,, and written in third person as if you're looking at a movie

- hoped u liked it ^^ spread love always <33