hate everything // markhyuck

𝙝𝙤𝙬

mark noticed the sound of the
dorm's main gate open.
and he was afraid that
a sasaeng finally had the guts to come in.

a shiver ran down his spine.
and he slowly peeled himself off yuta,
walking towards the door.

he slowly opens the door and knows that it definitely isn't a sasaeng.
the white mamegoma on the haechan's favourite chair proves it.
he smiles.

it's the one he got for haechan during the sm town concert in osaka.
he pats it, and ends up cuddling it.

he inhales the clean cotton scent of the soft toy.
and it brings him sweet, sweet memories of his impromptu surprise
using the adorable plush seal to lift
his boyfriend's mood of the day.
and eventually throughout their stay in osaka.

he hears the sweet humming of haechan's voice
that is somehow in beat with
the whirling of the washing machine.

just haechan thingz.
or like what haechan's nctzens say,
"haechan ace,"

he silently walks to the melody,
which leads him to the washing machine.

the only light in the area is from haechan's screen.

somehow,
it accentuates the lines and angles of haechan's face that he never knew were there.

he looked
skinnier.

it was as if
the hoodie
was swallowing him whole.

the smaller boy smiled at his phone.

and he just grabbed it.

he didn't know why, it just fet like the right thing to do.

the smaller boy advanced forward to grab his phone, and stopped. 

right infront of mark.

inches away from those lips he missed.

and suddenly he didn't know why but his shoulders seemed to jut out of the sweater, and it was strange.

the two stared at each other. 

but mark quickly looks away, to the screen. 

and it shows the numbers of calories donghyuck had consumed for the past 24 hours.

it barely touched the 500 calorie limit the other had set for himself. 

"give me back my phone," 

"hyuck, what is this?"

mark opened his eyes. fucking wide.