candy | markhyuck

twenty-one

[ third pov ]

"no, this isn't good." mark paced around his room as he ruffled his black hair. that dream last night turned into something way different.

it was that kind of dream. the type where you wake up in the morning feeling something rush down there. "i've gone crazy! what are you doing, mark lee?" he mumbled up himself while staring at his own reflection.

mark has concluded that he only dreamt of that because lucas brought it up, no other reasons. he refuses to believe any other causes. then again, haechan looked so dreamy and cute with his messy hair and his voice moaning his name-

"mark?"

the older turned around, startled by the sudden voice of the one person he hadn't stopped thinking about the whole night. the moment mark laid eyes on haechan, he felt the same thing he did last night.

the shirt he was wearing was too big on him, which showed his tan skin and collarbones. his hair looked like he had just gotten out of bed and it looked so soft. it took quite the effort to look away but mark managed somehow once he realized how long he had been staring for.

"w-what are you doing here?" he asked, completely flustered by his failed attempt of acting normal. haechan shook off the older's strange behaviour before he walked inside the room.

"jeno said breakfast was ready."

mark nodded, trying to avoid any eye contact with the other. haechan quickly noticed as he cleared his throat. "also, i wanted to make sure you were okay." he mumbled, glancing up to see the older's reaction.

mark was smiling but his hand hovered over it in attempt to hide his joy. he never thought that haechan would care about him.

he was smiling too much and tried to hold in his excitement. as quickly as he could, he coughed and put on a straight face. "it hurts a lot." he faked a painful expression, glancing over at haechan to see any kind of reaction.

haechan let out a small laugh as he walked over and stood in front of mark. he was on his tip toes with his arms reaching up to drape over mark's shoulders. he leaned against him and gave him a hug.

"thank you."

mark literally stopped breathing. his heart was beating out of his chest and he was sure that haechan could feel it. was this a dream? slowly, his hands reached up and wrapped around the younger's waist. he nuzzled his nose into haechan's hair, inhaling the sweet lavender smell.

nope, this was actually happening and mark loved every second of it.