ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

if I can't have you. [markwin]

a/n: open-ending (sorta)? plus the awaited markwin I promised since months. there's no jaewin in this so don't come for my neck—

inspired by shawn's song!

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october, arguably, is the perfect time to visit toronto. autumn is warm and sunny, pretty colours adorning the many trees that call the city home. the baking heat of the summer has subsided and the chill of the canadian winter has yet to strike. it's cold, but not unforgiving, rather breezy and lack of vapor.

mark sighs as he pockets both hands into his jacket. the sunnybrook park, located in ontario, is filled with families and kids and dogs, couples no less. the day's great for a picnic or even a stroll given the weather yet mark picks up his speed to get home as soon as possible. putting earbuds into each of his ear and hitting play on his ipod, he ignores the kids laughing and the dogs barking.

he's in toronto for another tour, but today's his off day. it's a bit stupid how after all these years, he's finally back in his hometown, yet he feels everything but happy. something in him thinks he rather be anywhere but here.

he rather be in korea, with a certain someone he hasn't seen for two years.

suddenly his ringtone blasts and he grunts. seeing the caller ID mark has no option but to press accept, immediately greeted by a familiar voice.

" mark lee ," it's his manager, johnny suh, almost like his older-brother-figure, but a pain-in-the-ass nonetheless. " get your ass here, kid. you've been out for four hours. do you know how much the company will lose if you get kidnapped ?"

mark snorts. " hello to you too, hyung ," he pauses. " and like, what a capitalist you are. you don't even care about your artist's well-being ."

" what do you mean, I precisely told you not to get kidnapped ."

" yeah, sure ."

" ugh, whatever, just get here, I need to talk to you. meet me at the starbucks, 65 wicksteed ave c ."

" alright ," mark glances to his watch. " I'll be there in like... twelve ."

" good. don't be late and don't get killed en route ."

mark scoffs and ends the call. the wind is getting stronger. he adjusts the scarf around his neck and pulls his jacket to his body. mark's thin, not in a lanky way, but he gets cold easily.

he thinks back of two years ago, when a someone would always keep him warm whenever he's cold, before they stopped talking. drawing out a sigh mixed with longing and nostalgia, mark keeps going.

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the night was dark. everyone in the neighbourhood was asleep, and all the lights were shut off, except for one house at the end of the road. only the sound of a guitar and soft humming could be heard in the otherwise silent night.

a loud grunt and then a paper was tossed to the trash can, circling around the edges of the ring and went down. mark leaned back, closed his eyes shut, his hands ruffled his hair in frustration.

he heard the door click, then footsteps came near. " minhyung ," a familiar, deep yet sweet voice made him open his eyes. he looked up, and there sicheng was, smiling at him. " you're still awake ?"

it was phrased like a question but mark knew it was sicheng's way to tell him to sleep. he put the guitar down, patted his laps and when his boyfriend didn't budge, he dragged sicheng and sat him on his laps. sicheng smiled again, softer, and wrapped his arms around mark.