ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ʏᴇs | ᴍᴀʀᴋʜʏᴜᴄᴋ [ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ]

2.

As Mark climbed the coach they were travelling in, to the hotel for their small break, he eyed every member as he walked past them, his awareness levels above the roof because of what had happened last night. During breakfast, no one was suspicious, casually eating their food and talking about things normally. Except for Donghyuck. He wasn't there for breakfast, and Jaehyun said something about how he looked too peaceful to wake up (to which Yuta replied, "that's more the reason to wake that devil up.'')

Mark took a seat by the window, tucking his bag under his chair and got comfortable, thankful that the managers had been able to get a coach that was big enough for them to relax in, and were a lot better than their previous one (the one with scratches on the seats, and all the members wondered if the previous users were animals).

Donghyuck entered after Mark, bumping his head on the top of the door, although he wasn't even tall enough to reach it and he continued his small journey through the coach, hitting legs, apologising after every collision, before finally collapsing in the seat beside Mark. He let out a long sigh before dipping his head down and his position alone made Mark feel uncomfortable.

"You look like a mess," Mark snickered, sitting up straight to get a better view of Donghyuck.

"I couldn't sleep last night," Donghyuck confessed, choosing to tilt a little away from Mark and focus on the tangled earphones in his hand, but failing to even manage to pull out of the wires because of his nervousness. Mark froze in his seat and chewed down on his lip as he realised what this could've meant.

"Why?" Mark asked, glancing at the couple sitting a few seats away from them and then back at Donghyuck.

"I was just..." Donghyuck started, but his words soon got muffled as he opened his mouth wide to let out a yawn. A few seconds passed and Donghyuck's eyes gave up on him, his head leaned to the left and eventually landed on Mark's shoulder with a small thud. Mark tried to turn his head to the right, but when he did hair appeared into his vision and he chuckled against it.

"Cute," he whispered.

Realising that he had just called Donghyuck cute, Donghyuck, the annoying brat who was nowhere near cute, Mark shook his head before pulling out his phone, tapping away to distract himself. To be honest, he called everyone cute from time to time, so saying Donghyuck is cute shouldn't be such a big thing, but after last night, it made Mark more paranoid of the way he thought.

An hour passed and Mark was fully immersed with his phone, scrolling through the group chat in which Jaemin was spamming. Just as he was about to reply, Donghyuck stirred in his sleep and parted his lips, something incoherent escaping them. Mark chuckled at the sight and leaned in closer — he night as well get some blackmail material.

"Chenle...stop laughing," Mark gave out a soft laugh at what Donghyuck said, and then nearly pulled away until he heard the next sentence. "Don't make fun...Mark hyung." Mark stopped laughing when he heard that. He was so confused as to what his dream was about. "He's—"

Donghyuck's head slipped off Mark's shoulder and he shot up awake. He blinked rapidly and up in his seat, rubbing at his eyes to get rid of the tired feeling. Mark waited for the younger to wake up properly, and questions were piling up in his mind.

"Donghyuck, what were you dreaming about?" Mark questioned, turning his body around as much as he could so that he was facing Donghyuck.

"Huh?" Donghyuck's face burst into flames and he brought a hand to cover him. "My dream? My dream was about nothing. Yeah, nothing. It was nothing."

"You sure? I'm pretty sure I heard you say my name," Mark pressed, watching with confusion as Donghyuck's face turned into a deeper shade of red if that was even possible.