hate everything // markhyuck

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that same night,
haechan was also having trouble sleeping.

he was restless with his self-destructive thoughts.
and the need for more pain
even though he had already done it for the day.

he wanted to sleep.

but he hadn't had any for a week and going.

his tired, boney legs ended up
walking up to the 10th floor dorm.

and invited himself into the dorm
since 10th floor was a mess
and they usually didn't locked the doors
despite taeyong nagging at them about it.

with a silent screech of the door,
haechan entered the dorm.

and boy was it a mess.
the shoes were utterly unkempt.
bags littered everywhere
the laundry pile was almost towering the the washing machine.

haechan smiled,
that is so 10th floor.

he placed his white mamegoma on the only chair that he trusted wouldn't fall.
and decided to help with the laundry.

like he always did
when he was mark's boyfriend.

he ended up having to sort
the different clothes by colour
and all
to make sure it wouldn't
ruin the males' white supreme shirts
or bleach the black balenciaga shirt grey.

he shook his head
at the stack of untouched clothes.

and soon after,
the washing machine finally started doing its job.

haechan made himself a cup of cold green tea
to substitute for his meals for the day.

it was a nice way to fill him up and
a way to chill from his thoughts.

he hummed to the beat of the washing machine
as he whipped out his phone
to enter whatever he ate for the day.

and so far,
5 apple slices- 44 calories
miso soup with tofu- 93 calories
a bowl of rice- 150 calorie
pan-fried salmon- 183 calories
cup of cold green tea- 0 calories

total calories = 470 calories

the boy smiled.
he was happy
he didn't go over his daily limit of 500 calories.

( 突然) suddenly,
a swift motion snatched his phone from him.

instinctively,
the younger boy tries to grab his phone back
but stops at how close he is to the thief.

and even in the darkness,
haechan knows that it's
mark.

because he's holding his beloved mamegoma.