♡ sugary sweet ♡

♡ honeydew ♡

before this feeling overflows
i need you in my life
like the beating of my heart
i really need you

"you guys looked like you were trying to eat each other's faces," youngjae said and yugyeom whined.

"you guys suck! how come you're not teasing mark! he let me have dominance! that never happens with him," the five boys laughed at yugyeom's exasperated expression.

"gyeom, no offense, i find that hard to believe- oh no it's true," mark but in.

"you.. did?" jaebeom looked surprised and mark just shrugged.

"it's like you guys forget i'm a switch. like you literally fuck me, jaebeom," mark giggled at jaebeom choking on his spit.

"yeah, but like you have never, and i mean never ever switched with yugyeom. it's rare anyone does since he's such a bottom bitch-ow!" bambam rubbed his sore arm where yugyeom pinched.

"i'm not a bottom bitch!" yugyeom exclaimed.

"that's what a bottom bitch would say-ouch okay sorry!" bambam stuck his tongue out at yugyeom and rubbed his arm where yugyeom pinched him, again.

"behave you two," youngjae pointed his fork at the two youngests and stabbed another honeydew cube.

"mr. im not a bottom bitch yugyeom started it," bambam mumbled.

"yugyeom put the fork down!"

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"did you seriously change his name to 'bottom bitch gyeom'?" bambam laughed.

"yeah. it's funny c'mon ," mark put his hands up and laughed lightly.

"well, he's asking if you guys are doing that maknae date," mark handed bambam his phone.

bambam's fingers moving quickly on the keyboard. tossing it on his bed when he finished.

mark stretching and laying down on bambam's slightly messy bed. bambam came to lay next to him after putting the rest of his clothes away.

"hey, you okay?" bambam poked mark.

"mhm, just been thinking a lot," mark stared at the ceiling.

"that's never good," mark rolled his eyes and laughed.

"yeah, yeah it isn't," mark's voice dropped.

"mark?" bambam noticed the change in the eldests demeanor. worry graced his features.

the two sat in silence, bambam still looked at mark with a worried expression. the eldest continued to stare at the ceiling.

a laugh bubbled out of mark's throat. it threw bambam off, it didn't sound like a mark laugh. it sounded so hollow, so broken.

his laughing slowly turned into crying which turned into sobs. bambam pulling him close to him as mark sobbed into him.

"why don't they love me, bam?" mark coughed, bambam just shushed him and held him.