hate everything // markhyuck

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their journey back is a quiet one.

it is filled with
tired sorrow and peaceful hope.

mark smiles
as he sees hyuck sleep in his arms
as they approach the smaller's room.

he looked so adorable sleeping like that.

mark always loved looking
at haechan when
he power offs.

he becomes donghyuck.

he isn't his normal outgoing self.
instead,
he's controlled,
empathetic
and is an understanding gentleman.

he listens to whatever
alien nonsense
mark spills
even though he doesn't believe
in them.

he laughs at mark's lame jokes.

he makes breakfast the way
mark likes it.
he hugs mark
when the elder's tired and cranky
from having to handle
being in 4 groups at once.

he lays the thin boy on his bed, tucked beneath covers.

with his mamegoma.

he remembers that one time he accidentally took the seal plush back to his dorm and ended up having a sleep deprived haechan the next day because he couldn't sleep without it.

mark smiles at the memory of haechan pouting with his eyes wide when he realised that mark had 'stolen' his mamegoma, or momo as he had named it.

and he looks at his angel sleeping on the bed.

"mark-hyung? "

"yes, sunshine? "

"please stay,"

"okay, sunshine,"

mark slips under the same covers as well. 

his arms hug hyuck's tiny waist that had shrunk to a current size 0, without a doubt.

donghyuck was always the warmer one when cuddling but now he had turned icy cold.

his fingertips are almost a worrying shade of blue and he's constantly shaking even though the air condition is barely blasting at 24 degrees.

mark traces the younger's jawline, eventually gentling tucking stray hair under his ears.

his jawline was visibly sharper than before and his previously poofy cheeks were still there but had slimmed down to reveal cheekbones mark never knew existed until now.

he kissed hyuck on the cheek.

and those eyelids fluttered open to show those pair of bright eyes he fell in love with.

his eyes began to water with regret.

donghyuck got up immediately, just to brush that tear off.

"nonono why are you crying? "

" cause i realised i've been such a jerk, i don't deserve an angel like you. i'm-,"

haechan moves forward and
presses his lips onto the older's chapped cherry-tasting ones.
they are familiar against his lips.
they still fit well together.

and they retained it original feel of love.

he pulls away with
his signature haechan smirk.

" i guess some things never change, minnie,"

mark flushes crimson
and their lips meet again.

this time with a little more passion
and with hands roaming
under sweaters
and combing through dyed hair.

their lips relearn their dance.

haechan's hands revisit their favourte spots.

as the night deepens, it gets a little more heated as well.

but not to worry,
no one got any pants removed.
or necks with hickies.

the night ended with limbs tangled
over each other
and slightly swollen lips
as mark spooned the boy
he thought he had lost forever.

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