Johnny sat next to Mark a few days after, holding his brother in his arms and commenting on every picture. He laughed at the bowl haircut Donghyuck once had, and then the failed perm (which Mark actually thought looked very cute), and then the picture of Donghyuck and Mark glaring at each other from across the room. Mark remembered that day clearly. It was the first time Donghyuck had actually told Mark that he 'hated' him. Mark didn't know what had overcome him, but he had jerked forward, raising his hand and pushing the younger, the anger in him getting the best of him.
(He also remembers that the next day Donghyuck had arrived at his doorstep, a chocolate in his hand and a letter in the other.)

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