hate everything // markhyuck

𝙮𝙤𝙪

haechan was the first to wake up.

and he got the biggest shock of his life.

the very boy he dreamed of kissing and hugging was right beside him.

he thought that it was just a
hot fever wet dream but there that cute boy lay.

and he realised that everything that he thought was a dream,
was real.

more real than he woud ever be.

he hugs the other.

and he doesn't want him to go.

yet he knows that mark's cheating on yuta to be with him.
it doesn't make any sense but all he knows is that it feels so wrong.

no matter how selfish haechan feels,
he's mature enough to know that mark's still not his.

that mark's still in a relationship with someone else isn't him.

and that someone is a beloved hyung of his.

and guilt starts to swallow him.

his tight arms around mark slowly loosen in regret and fear.

and his spot on the bed slowly becomes cold.

which was what mark woke up to.

the sweet smell of pancakes and buttered croissants hit him awake.

he had to open those crusty eyes of his.

"haechan?"

his throat was dry and sour from the night.

but silence prevailed.

he slipped his strewn shirt back on his bare chest and went with the smell fresh japanese soufflé pancakes,
the heavy scent of mapple syrup and
the oily smell bacon.

his arms found their place around haechan's waist as the younger cooks.

donghyuck flinches.
almost spilling the scrambled eggs.

"woah, there,"
mark shifts himself away.

"sorry,"
the smaller looks at him with sad eyes.

"hey hey, it's fine.
it's my fault, not yours,"
his hands go up in surrender.

haechan nods.

he reaches for the plates above him,
on tippy toes.

mark grabs the plate swifter and towers over the vocalist.

it's cliché.
like a kdrama but without the cameras and audio system.

it's cheesy.

but that's all it takes to make donghyuck flush crimson.

maybe at the sight of mark from where he was.

maybe it's mark's bed hair.

he can't really pinpoint what really makes his knees weak and his stomach flip a 360,
maybe it's just-

everything.

collectively and entirely
about mark.

and it was a problem.

and still is a problem.

but this time,
his knees buckle for a different reason.
his head is lighter than a feather
everything was filtered monotones.

he doesn't know what happens next but darkness welcomes him home like a father to his prodigal son.