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#9 : "i don't mind at all."

mark's mom had already come home, and she was shocked to see four unfamiliar boys (+ her stupid son) lounging about in her living room.

"oh! hello there." she exclaimed, jumping back slightly because she was startled.

mark's attention turned from towards the tv to the front door. a sly grin made it's way to his lips.

"pay up, madre." he spat jokingly, holding his hand out as he made grabby motions with his fingers.

"i'll pay you by making you guys a good dinner tonight."

mark whined. "but you always do that!"

"exactly. it's hard work, minhyung. you really expect me to give you a thick wad of cash when i haven't gotten my paycheck yet."

"she said thicc!" jeno whispered, giggling.

"i can help you with making dinner, mrs. lee." haechan volunteered.

"oh no sweetie, there's no need-"

"i insist! you're making three times the amount of food that you usually do, and this is my way of saying thank you."

mrs. lee looked over at her son, who stood there smiling with love in his eyes at the tanned male.

"fine."

she found it quite cute that as soon as she said the four letter word, haechan turned to beam at her son.

"thank you! and uh, my name is donghyuck. but i like being called haechan."

mrs. lee pat him on the shoulder. "you'd make an amazing son in law, haechan."

"huh?"

"-get the apron over there. let's get cooking. we don't want our precious mark to starve, correct?"

haechan shook his head immediately, forgetting about what he heard mrs. lee say a few seconds ago. "correct!"

"moOom!" mark whined from inside the living room. "i heard that."

"and what are you going to do about it?"

"i will prohibit you from spending your money on those useless purses."

"is that so?" mrs. lee chuckled. "then i won't let you eat dinner."

"fine."

"b-but.. i'm making the food extra good for you." haechan mumbled, pouting as he turned away sadly.

"mark, you can't just do that to your own boyfriend." mrs. lee scoffed. she went over to haechan and patted his back comfortingly as the younger boy fake cried.

"i- we- ah, fine. don't pay up, madre. i'll eat hyuckie's food." mark surrendered. he sighed, feeling the corners of his mouth tilt upwards at the sight of a happy haechan.

mrs. lee observed the little exchanges between her son and the tanned male secretly, grinning to herself, knowing that her little lion had found the one.

"whew, i raised you right. i was starting to question my own parenting skills for a moment there, markie, you scared me."

mark groaned. "whatever, mom. just cook your crap and tell me when you're done."

he went upstairs to scream into his pillow, but they didn't know that.

haechan turned to mark's mom. "how many eggs do i put in this one?"