hate everything // markhyuck

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"oh my god,
is he dead?
have you even called the ambulance? manager-nim? taeyong hyung? taeil hyung? none?
what have you been doing all this time?
just crying? oh gosh, i'm calling hyung,"

the room floods with questions and it overwhelms haechan a bit too much even though he knows it isn't directed at him.

but it bothers him so much he wakes up.

"guys, hush. haechanie woke up,"

"what?"

"haechanie, do you want something to eat?"

"haechanie, i made kimchijigae. do you want it now?"

"or do you want hot chocolate? i can make one for you, hyung,"

images of his bandmates flash past him.
everything a blur of faces in a flurry of motion that his eyes can't seem to catch.
so he shuts his eyes close again.

but this time a pounding ache hits his head.

his vision is still drunk.

all he would actually want at that moment of time was silence and maybe a 00 liner puddle cuddle.

and his wishes came true.

silence slowly envelops and all he could feel was warm arms wrapped round his tiny torso.

"oh shit, how did you get so small?"
the chinese boy asked.

resident sunshine squirms a little at the question.

he doesn't really want to answer it.

jaemin could feel the sun boy's ribs even through the
thick blankets and sweaters.
each bone sticking out
beneath stretched skin.
the trail of his spine
juts out with a cry to be noticed.
his sickly pale skin unlike his usual tan glow.
that never-ending sadness in his eyes
that roared out,
pain.

he rests his hand on those prominent hip bones,
brushing his hand through his hair as strands of hair fall out in sync with his hand.

he was hugging the mere skeleton of his best friend.

he wants to question,
"how did everything become like this?"

he swallows down a sob.

but jaemin knows better not to.

when he sees mark in the background,
awkwardly standing there with a hand on the straightened elbow,
the bunny of a boy wants to tear him apart just like he had did to his best friend.

possibly kill him if it weren't a crime.

"jae, don't.
just stay here,"
donghyuck looks at him with pleasing eyes.

he sighed as they continued embracing.

"you really need to eat something,
'chanie,"

he pretends not to hear it.

"if you don't eat,
you might actually disappear donghyuck,"
jeno spoke up.

he pretends to be sleepy.

"you're so small, hyuckie.
it's almost nothing to hug," renjun adds.

he pretends to slowly fall asleep.

"just please,
don't take my sunshine away,"
jaemin barely whispers it out.

he shuts his eyes tighter to stop his tears.

"hyungggg,
taeyong hyung told us to bring this in for you,"
chenle swings open the door as
jisung,
who is almost three meters away from the door,
tries not to spill kimchijigae
all over the bedroom floor,
his tongue sticks out with furrowed eyebrows.

the mood lighten
as everyone watches
jisung thread through the room
on his mission
to get the bowl of kimchijigae
across the room.

surprisingly amusing if you asked chenle.

jaemin, the one who raised jisung, left the embrace to take the kimchijigae from his child.

leaving donghyuck in the embrace
of renjun and jeno.