Slopes

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"Oh, you're still here." Donghyuk exits the changing room, a towel hanging over his head to dry his hair. It was around midnight and Donghyuk had decided to finally go home.

Mark, who had come to practice at night only a half-hour after Donghyuk, turns to him. "Yeah." He nods stiffly, his face held no emotion. It makes Donghyuk scoff. How could someone look so dead and dispassionate when they're on a whole-ass Olympic Team? It boggled Donghyuk's mind.

He ruffles his hair with the towel before throwing it in the team's laundry basket and grabbing his gear. "Lock up before you leave Mork Lee." He messes with the boy's name, just to see if it would piss him off. But alas, the Canadian just nodded and turned back to his equipment.

'Emotionless bastard.'

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"Na Jaemin, I thought you asked to hang out with me, not ogle over your crush." Donghyuk deadpans as he sips his coffee and watches his best friend stare at the "cute as fuck barista that I want to marry", as Jaemin put it.

Blinking from his daze, Jaemin smiles apologetically at his friend. "Sorry Hyuk, he's just so cute when he's working." Jaemin sighs lovingly and rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

"Right...why don't you just go up and kiss him, Lover Boy?" He smirked in triumph at Jaemin's blushing face.

"S-shut up. He doesn't like me like that-"

"He literally made the first move you dumbass, oh my god. You're so dense that it makes me want to donate some brain cells."

Jaemin pouts cutely. "Hey~ I'm not a dumbass."

"Yes, you are."

Donghyuk's flatline voice makes Jaemin break into laughter. "Damn, just shot me down like that. Chill bro." Donghyuk just hums in response. He smiles widely when he sees Jisung enter the cafè, making Donghyuk wave him over.

"Hey hyungs." Jisung takes a seat next to Jaemin. He waits but Jaemin still doesn't notice him, making both his friends sigh. Jisung looks to Donghyuk. "Jeno?"

He nods. "Jeno."

"Rip Na Jaemin. 2000 - 2020."

"He won't be missed."

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"Markie poo~!" A man lunges at the Canadian, making his shriek in surprise.

"Hyung! What the fuck?"

The red-haired man smiles cheekily and leans over Mark's back. "Whatcha doin?"

"Who the fuck are you? Isabella from Phineas and Ferb?" Mark sighs and closes his computer. "I was doing school work."

Yuta hums in understanding, seeing as he was taking classes from Japan. "How's it going?"

"Time Zones are hard but it's fine otherwise. Do you need something?" Mark raises an eyebrow. Usually, Yuta always came to him for coffee. If Mark didn't know any better, then he would say Yuta only loved him for his "authentic Canadian Coffee Stash", when in reality it was coffee from the international aisle of the grocery store. Nowhere close to authentic if Mark was being honest.

Yuta gasps, finally remembering why he was here. He suddenly begins to fake cry. "My boyfriend is being mean Markie~~"

"Ok." This is –unfortunately– not the first time Yuta has come to Mark crying about his boyfriend Sicheng. He had gotten used to it, but it was always the same thing. "Maybe if you stopped being a perv to him, then he would be nicer."

"But Mark~ He has such a nice butt~!"

"Please stop describing your boyfriend's ass to me Yuta."

Yuta pouts. "You're mean Markie!"

"We been knew. Get used to it."

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