Haechan smiles again,beaming at what Mark says to the interviewer with a small smile and a gentle laugh.
Mark's voice is soft yet bold,with a strong accent that trembles his spine and fills his ears with melting sunshine and berried harmony.
Mark notices the younger's affectionate emotion on his face,and takes action.Lifting his hand,he roughly(but not intending to be)pushes Haechan's face to the left,ultimately making him face forward.It feels like a jolt-a jolt of pain and realisation to Haechan but he tries again,swerving his face to the right only to be met with an undeniably warm hand,yet looses contact with it as soon as it smacks him back to the forward.
They both won't deny the bitterness that salts their tongues as they try to laugh the situation off.
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Fanfic"Problems occur whenever Haechan does"Mark says,and the whole room hushes a shrill silent before five heads turn towards the said boy.A small whimper escapes from his lips,and he covers it up with a loud laugh.
