[1:04 Am]

[1:04 am]

mark can’t stop telling you he loves you.

the first time he says it, it surprises you both. you’re standing on your tiptoes at midnight, stretching your arms to reach the chamomile tea on the top shelf. and mark watches in amusement as you struggle, fingertips brushing the bottom corner of the box to push it towards the edge. and when teabags rain down onto the countertop, the words tumble from his mouth as easily as he might have laughed.

“i love you.”

then it begins slipping out more often—the time when you surprise him with chinese takeout for dinner; when you decide to cram as many goldfish crackers as you can in your mouth at once; when the two of you choose to dye your hair blue and silver in the bathroom. even when you have your first fight, when a brief silence passes—through his tears, he says, “i love you.”

he will shout it from the pier into the waiting ocean waves, he will whisper it in the lull of an argument, he will murmur it against your lips while tracing patterns on the back of your hand. and, as many times as he says it, the phrase never loses its meaning.

because it’s true.

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[12:25 pm]

you’ve been avoiding making eye contact with donghyuck through the mirror for the past half minute or so, pretending to busy yourself with brushing your teeth. the morning (afternoon?) has been slow, with you waking up first and him complaining when you laid across his stomach. now that you’re standing in the bathroom, you can see how you’re both sporting equally chaotic bed hair, and you try to ignore the pillow marks on your cheek.

for a split second, your eyes dart to donghyuck’s face, and he chooses that moment to wiggle his eyebrows at you — a great combination with his lopsided glasses and the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

you choke on your toothpaste, sputtering into the sink as you hear him laughing behind you. “you’re gonna regret that, hyuck.”

he merely smirks in response, gesturing to the toothpaste dripping down your chin. you quickly wash it off, cleaning your toothbrush and finishing your time at the sink with a flick of the wrist in his direction. he jumps, water droplets sticking to the lenses of his glasses, and he narrows his eyes at you.

you’re in for it.

he spits into the sink, and, ignoring the fact that you’ve started fixing your hair, he scoops you up, runs back to his room, and tosses you onto the bed.

“hey — !” your sentence is cut off as donghyuck sits on you, effectively preventing you from going anywhere. a devilish smile plays on his face as he leans down next to your ear and whispers,

“are you ticklish?”

NCT DREAM ‘고래 (Dive Into You)’ DREAM-VERSE Chapter #1 The Love Triangle

one year since the pandemic lockdown, everyone, we did it 💗

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