hate everything // markhyuck

𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩

the sun was woken up by the sun.
her rays of gold weaved through the curtains and into the room.
her slender fingers caressed his nose
and covered him with her amber blanket.
it was comforting,
like a mother's touch.

he was pleasantly surprised
by how his limbs were tangled over jeno's.

he tried to get up from his position
but the older boy who was supposedly sleeping pulled him closer
and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"jeno,"

"hm?"

"let me go,"

"no,"

the poor boy was now trapped
in those muscular arms
of the sweet commercial eyesmile boy.
he sighed in defeat.

"haechan?"
"yeah?"
"your're not as comfy as before,"
"huh?"

jeno's grip on the thinned frame loosened as the younger looked at him in confusion.
the taller boy held his wrist and compared his to haechan's.

fullsun's was bony and small.
the head of the left bone
( radius btw for you people who wanna know)
at his wrist was jutting out awkwardly
like a sore thumb.
his knuckles protrude even as he rests his hand.
his fingers were now sleek and dainty
unlike the usual chubby  looking,
adorable child-like hand
he usually had.

which was the opposite of
jeno's veiny hand.
it was sort of big but average size among the members.
one could tell the amount of hours
at the gym
jeno did
by looking at the veins,
the muscles and slightly calloused.
and it looked so manly.

"mine looks so fat compared to yours,"

jeno sighed,
he obviously didn't mean that.

"haechan, your hand is skinnier than mine,"
the other looks at the self-conscious male.

"look,"
jeno encircles his middle finger and thumb around haechan's wrist.
he connected it easily, with much space between his soft tanned skin and his fingers.
he puts haechan's hand down and takes his own one.
his wrist is perfectly fit instead.
without any gaps.

haechan whined,
"your bone structure is bigger than mine, idiot,"

jeno playfully headlocked donghyuck and
haechan being haechan dramatised it.

jeno chuckled,
at least
he could distract haechan
from the pain for now.