Hanahaki | Markyong

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A/n: yay!
Chapter 2!!
Enjoy!

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Third person's POV

Taeyong wakes up to Mark shaking him lightly for god knows how many times.

"I'm going to be late, hyung. Wake up..."

Taeyong rolled around and covers his entire face with a pillow. "Five more minutes..."

"You said you'll just stay the night." panic builds up in Mark's throat but he tries to make his tone even.

"Mark," Taeyong starts, sitting up with his chocolate brown hair sticking out on all sides and sleep making his eyes heavy. "I know you don't like people staying over but I swear I'm not going to jack off while you're away anyway and-"

Mark flicks Taeyong's forehead mercilessly, causing the other to yelp in surprise and place two of his hand on his forehead. "Get up," he murmurs and turns away to walk outside of his apartment to wait for Taeyong.

Taeyong pouts and reluctantly gets ready to leave. The only thing that Mark could do to make him move faster is to bride him with food later once his class finish. Taeyong smiles that goofy little smile of his which reminds Mark of the same character, goofy.

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One of Taeyong's many talents is having the ability to not form any sense of attachment to anyone or anything. He loses his favorite toy, he shrugs and knows he can replace it easily by asking his parents for a new one. A friend moves to another city or country? he shrugs again, knowing well he can make another within ten minutes. He loses his favorite shirt? a copy of it can be easily  bought, if not better. Nothing is permanent; seasons change and feelings fade.

The house he has grown up in is more foreign to him than Mark's small student apartment. His mother likes to redecorate their humble single story abode after each season change. The only true trace of someone living in it (his mother works full time) is the dog toys scattered on the floor.

A faint bark welcomes him after he takes off his shoes by the entry way. It isn't hard to find the source of the sound, Coco approach him to huzzle his leg.

"Hey there, bud," he greets, smiling as he bent down to pet him on the head earning a satisfied lick to the face.

"Have you eaten?" He asks Coco, making sure to prepared food for it and himself.

If one were to ask, Taeyongbonly ever goes home for his dog.

Instead of sleeping, he decides to ponder on what doctor Lisa told him yesterday. He tries to rhinkbof any possible person he could harbor any romantic feelings for.

A few names pop up from years of flings and short term relationship. It is so ridiculous to him, looking back at everything that he laughs to himself. Not one person stands out from the blurry memories and faces. It isn't their fault, Taeyong thinks to himself silently with a sad smile. The fault is entirely his and the only thing this thinking is doing to him is making him feel guilty.

A heavy sigh slips past his lips and Coco hops on the sofa to nuzzle Taeyong's leg as if to comfort him. With the dog beside him, he stroke it's brown fur in hopes to ease the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Mark somehow drifts to his mind, lingering there and talking with him a memory Taeyong first invited him over back in middle school.

Before that, friends were hard to make. Especially since most of the children in his class had made sure to make him feel the absolute worst about himself. He had been much plumper then pale skin than the other kids. Ugly. Ugly pig. There were many variations, he recalls, but he had forgotten all of them.

Hating how they made him feel, Taeyong put effort into changing his appearance. He signed up for dance since it was one of he many thing he did enjoy and started losing weight through that. With a healthier lifestyle and a much more pleasing appearance, his social life took a turn. Mark remains the constant in his life. A neighborhood dongsaeng who saves him and tries to guide him through many fuck ups.

A laugh bubbles from Taeyong, recalling Mark's rescue mission when Taeyong was caught in a bar fight in his freshman year. Another a rises from the memory stream where he has ran away from home and then from then on the others follow, flowing so naturally in his mind. In them he sees the same concerned gaze, the 'what do I do with you' smile and the gentle hand that always tries to pull him in the right direction.

The flowers bloom.

He chokes, startling Coco by his leg who jumps off of the couch. He tastes the flower petals' smooth and velvety texture rub against his throat and he chokes them out, tears soon collecting at the corners of his eyes. The scent hits him once it glides over his tongue and it gets harder to breathe. Not again. Why now?!  doubling over, he clutches his shirt as he slides down, watching as the blooms multiply and the blood thickens on the floor.

"Mark?" He chokes out between a cough and a laugh. "It's Mark?"

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A/n: hope you had liked it!
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