Mark asked his mum once, holding up a picture of him and Donghyuck. He asked her if it was alright to hold hands with a boy, being at that pure age of 5 and not knowing how the world was like. His mum kneeled down beside him, nodding her head to his question, and then shooting back her own.
"Why'd you ask?" She had said, ruffling little Mark's hair, chuckling at the cute reaction he gave.
"Because I wanted to hold Donghyuck's hands!"
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