Lee Donghyuck, also known as Haechan, insanely lucky.
While Lee Minhyung, also known as Mark, insanely unlucky.
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Mark laid on his back, staring up at his blank phone screen. Occasionally, the phone would flash on with a notification. He didn't feel like checking it. No, he was waiting for something. He didn't know what, though. All he knew was that he was waiting.
He waited. He waited for the phone to flash on with something other than a boring reminder to buy this or do that.
He waited for Haechan.
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10:23 PM.
He couldn't sleep. The pain in his lower back kept him disturbingly wide awake. Although he did have bad luck with everything else, Mark had a great view of the city beyond his small little apartment. That's what he was doing now. Sitting on the floor, watching the peaceful yet rowdy city with his arms rested on the windowsill. The structures clashed with each other. Some bright and modern, others looking old and worn, like his apartment.
The cold, late summer breeze hit his face. It made his hair go 'swoosh' and his entire body shiver. He just liked to listen. Mark wasn't much of a talker, after all.
The male heard the floorboards creak from the room above his. He glanced up, humming quietly. His head dropping back down, he continued what he was doing before. Mark's mind trailed back to Haechan. He couldn't help it, the personality of the other was kind of..perfect? Of course perfect didn't exist. Why would perfect exist? He was the antonym of perfect. The exact opposite.
So why would Haechan be perfect?
——————————— Mark Lee woke up at around 9:30. He was still at the window with it wide open. His apartment was now strung with the bitter coldness of the wind. He stood up and shut the window, shivering like no one's ever seen.
He sneezed, feeling his face flush up and all of his sinuses coming back.
Mark had caught yet another cold.
"SHIT!!" He yelled, grabbing his phone and calling Yuta. "OH MY FUCKING SHIT YUTA FUCK ME WITH A DIRTY STICK AND CALL ME JACK FROST I CAUGHT ANOTHER FUCKING COLD"
"........calm your gay ass"
"NO I WILL NOT CALM MY GAY ASS"
"...still, start again? I'm with Winwin right now so make it fast."
"I left the window open last night when I was stargazing. Ended up falling asleep at the window and now I have a cold." He sneezed, grumbling.
"Bless you. I'll be over later with cold medicine. Don't tell Doyoungie Hyung because he'll bully you for it. You know how he is. Stay in bed, I'll be over soon."
"Thanks, see you soon"
Mark hung up, going into his room and getting under the covers. He sniffles, hiding his head under the pillow because of the growing headache he had. Mark really felt thankful for his best friend, he would literally be dead without him. Along with that, he was practically the only one who cared for Mark. The boy usually only got "feel better soon" and "I'm sorry" but Yuta actually took action. That being said, it was the tough love that mattered. Yuta always calls him dumb and stupid and everything else in between, but he really cared for Mark.
Yuta was like a father to him. The father he never ever had in the first place.
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