coffee // markhyuck

4

“... Haechan? Is that you?”

Haechan lifted his head to see the cute customer from the shop. What was his name again?

“I’m Mark, remember? From the coffee shop?”

He nodded, trying to wipe his tears before Mark noticed. But it was too late, because no sooner than he did, Mark had crouched down next to him.

“Are you crying?”

Haechan stood up quickly as Jaehyun’s car came into view, and wiped his face angrily.

“I’m fine.” He said, and stomped over to Jaehyun. He climbed in and slammed the car door behind him, not even bothering to look at Mark. In the rearview mirror, he saw his disappointed face getting farther and farther away.

He turned his face away, and met eyes with a sleepy Taeyong in the back.

“He insisted on coming, even though it’s three fucking thirty in the morning. Haechan, you look like a wreck, what happened? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

The younger glanced down at the floor.

“Jeno was cheating on me. I walked in on him and Jaemin having sex in his bedroom. He was... “

His voice broke, and Jaehyun’s fists balled into tight little muscles, restraining the urge to turn around and give Jeno a good talking-to. He looked over at Haechan, who was sad and exhausted, and his eyes softened.

“I’m really sorry, Haechan. I know you guys were together for over four years… man, I thought you guys were perfect.”

He realized that this might of not been the best thing to say, because Haechan’s eyes welled up with tears again.

“I thought we were perfect too.” His voice cracked, and a half-awake Taeyong from the back whispered,

“Perfect.”

Jaehyun might of laughed at his adorable lover if he wasn’t in the presence of his massively depressed best friend. As they rounded the corner into Jaehyun’s driveway, he put an arm around Haechan’s shoulders. He smoothly transitioned into park, and unlocked the car doors.

As he glanced back at a now completely asleep Taeyong, he nearly snorted. The boy’s mouth was hanging slightly open, and his arm was draped over his shoulder like a dysfunctional seatbelt.

Haechan got out of the car, and when Jaehyun handed him the house keys, he obliged. Walking slowly to the front door, he unlocked it, and swung it open just enough to slip himself in through the small crack. It was opened much wider just a moment afterwards though, when Jaehyun came in, carrying a slightly snoring Taeyong in his arms.

Haechan would’ve laughed at seeing him so limp, but held himself back. It wasn’t a time to laugh, and he would’ve just scolded himself afterwards. Haechan made his way through the dark hallways, not bothering to turn the lights on.

He knew the house well enough by now to know that the guest room was the second door on the left. Fumbling in the darkness, he found his way to the bedroom and slipped inside, but not before calling out to Jaehyun.

“I’m going to bed.”

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Taeyong. Okay, talk in the morning. You can’t live here forever.”

“Mhmm.”

The boy made his way to the bed,
closing the door gently behind him. He took his shoes off before climbing under the covers, knowing that if he didn’t, Taeyong would shit.

Collapsing, his muscles finally relaxed for the first time that day, since he had gotten up that morning, to the end of his work shift. His mind too tired to think, he sunk into the mattress, and soon Haechan fell asleep.