<attention> ✔ • Markhyuck •

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"Mark?" Donghyuck said softly on the phone.

"What is it? It's two in the morning." Mark groaned, seemingly annoyed that he was awoken from his deep slumber.

"Nothing...I just wanted to hear your voice..." The younger whispered, a little scared that the latter might end the call.

"..."

Donghyuck tried again. "Mark?"

"What." He's annoyed.

"Goodnight..."

Mark kept quiet and stared at his ceiling. After a while, he heard soft breathing on the other line. He looked at his phone.

'What's his problem?' Mark thought to himself.

The next 10 minutes, Mark did nothing but listened to Donghyuck's soft breathing. Soon, those whispers of breath acted as Mark's lullaby, slowly lulling him into a sweet sleep.

"Night..." Mark whispered before shutting his eyes, too tired to end the call.