Hanahaki | Markyong

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A/n: yay!
Chapter 3!
Enjoy!!

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Third person's POV

The week passes by and Mark does see much of Taeyong. He is worried but he had called the younger every day to check up on him. Nothing seems too off but the nagging feeling in the back of his head continues to ruin his concentration.

"You okay, hyung?"

Mark looks up and laughs, shaking his head. "Sorry, Chenle ah. I got sidetracked."

"You don't need to tutor me today if you're not feeling well," Chenle says, standing up to refill the other's drink with orange juice. "Is it about Taeyong hyung?"

"No, no. What makes you think that?" He denies fervently, midly surprised that the younger's guess was hitting spot on.

Chenle laughs, walking back to the dinner table Mark thanks him for the juice as his body feels relax in drinking it. "You're not the best at bidding things from me, you know."

Mark cheeks flush scarlet red, and before he spills any juice on himself he sets it down on the table carefully. "I... I'm just not used to him being this quiet," he confesses. Taeyong is always this loud presence in him otherwise calm and organised life. And while Mark may pretend, one thing is certain: Taeyong is precious to him.

"Maybe he's back to work?"

"He would have told me."

"Right," Chenle agrees, tapping his fingers against the table thoughtfully. "Then why don't you visit him?"

"Visit?" Mark asks, finding the suggestion odd. "He may not be there and -"

"You won't know until you see for yourself," Chenle cut in, already closing his book. "Text me if you need anything we can continue next week."

This young one, Mark thinks with a shake of his head. Haphazardly pushing his things inside his bag, he bids Chenle goodbye before dashing off to run towards Taeyong's house.

As the minutes tick by, the nagging in his mind grows. He coerced himself into thinking that nothing is wrong. Taeyong is probably sticker in some game he bought recently so he didn't want to go outside. It is a common thing. Maybe he should go back after all.

But what if he's not?

This thought fuels him to run faster and he knocks at Taeyong's door in panic. "Hyung!" he shouts continuously. "Open the door!"

There is a clicking sound from the door and soon, he sees Taeyong stabding there in his black tshirt. Mark runs to embrace him, hands and eyes scanning each and every part of him. He even lifts the other's shirt to examine his torso. There is no indication of breises or cuts from fights.

He's safe.

Mark closes his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing.

Damn this hyung. Always making me worry. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of headache? If I didn't -

Soft tingles and warmth overcomes his senses, making him unable to think. He opens his eyes to see Taeyong's face close to him and it takes him mere second to realize what is happening.