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Markhyuck fluff, tooth rotting-ly sweet. Mark tries to figure the root of his love for his fellow member, Donghyuck.

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Mark had never thought he would fall completely for someone, at least until he met Donghyuck.

Something about Donghyuck caused his heart to flutter, palms sweat, cheeks flush, and subconsciously curved his lips into a tight smile.

But Mark just didn’t know what it was that caused him to act to bashful.

Maybe it was the way Mark watched Donghyuck at their practices. At a particularly rough dance practice, Mark remembers meeting his brownish eyes in the reflection of the mirror, just to have the other quickly bat his eyes away in an instant. Mark never knew what he was trying to figure out when Donghyuck studied him like that, but Mark remembered many other things about him at those practices. Like the way his skin would shine as he would work up fair amount of sweat. Or the way he brushed his thin fingers into his amber hair, pushing it out of the way - just to have it simply retaliate and land just above his eyes in the same spot as before seconds later. Or sometimes, Mark would think, it was the exhausted, soft panting that left his lips after the choreography and music would eventually stop. 

Maybe it was his angelic voice, that Mark swore, was divine. On recording days, Mark would beg to go after Donghyuck, just so he could arrive early and listen to his voice. Every time he heard the smooth sound, Mark suddenly would wish that the heavens would gift him with vocal cords with such an ability, so he could sing the softest love songs while holding Donghyuck in between his taunt arms late at night. But on those days, Mark would realize that he was a Rapper, not a singer, but that couldn’t and wouldn’t stop him from dreaming. Sometimes he wondered if Donghyuck ever wanted to sing a ballad about love, but Mark doubted it.

Maybe it was one of those nights when Donghyuck hopelessly tried to teach Mark. Like that one time when Donghyuck lost a bet to Taeyong and Johnny, so Donghyuck, as always, ended being suckered into baking for the others. But of course, Mark found himself willingly volunteering to be his helper. When Mark adamantly demanded that he would help Donghyuck at his task, Mark thinks he remembers seeing a pink tint cross the younger’s cheeks, but sometimes he thinks it was all in his head. They were both relatively younger than most of their members, making them both terrible candidates for dealing with fire and food. Donghyuck wasn’t exactly a seasonal cook, but he had experience, but on the other hand, Mark was far from being able to tell the difference flour and confectioners sugar. But yet, Mark, doing the most he could, would preheat the oven and gather the ingredients. Donghyuck would simply laugh as he gathered them, amused at Mark’s confusion when he couldn’t figure out the difference between baking soda and baking powder. Little did Donghyuck know that his chuckles never failed to set Mark’s heart ablaze.

Maybe it was how Donghyuck always sat next to Mark during interviews. Before the interview started, they’d giggle back and forth, only speaking of jokes that they knew. Sometimes the other members would try to join in, but both Mark and Donghyuck knew they didn’t understand their special language. During the interviews, Donghyuck always clocked out, staring off into space, but who was to blame him. Mark always thought it was cute of him, how the fact that Donghyuck stayed up a little later than he should’ve would show, and then eventually Mark would dream of those times when they would lay together, bodies pressed together, enjoying each others company. Eventually Mark would be passed the mic, but he found himself just as out of it as Donghyuck was next to him. Mark would ask them to repeat he question and would answer it, but almost ironically,  Donghyuck would then concentrate every ounce of energy he had into Mark’s response, suddenly finding the desire to listen in. Donghyuck never thought Mark noticed when he paid extra close attention to him, but he always did. Sometimes when Donghyuck was asked an overly pressing question, Mark would rest his hand onto the other’s thigh, giving it light squeeze to give him comfort and confidence. Donghyuck would answer the question and nod at Mark as a sign of assurance, but sometimes he’d simply reach out his own hand and intertwined it with Mark’s.

Maybe it was the way Donghyuck would knock solemnly on Mark’s bedroom door, saying he couldn’t sleep and almost demanding that Mark would solve his issue. Mark would groggily sit up and stare at the sun-kissed boy, sleepy and adorable, and roll his eyes because it was 2am, and 2am is an ungodly time to be in love. So of course, Mark would peel back the covers on his bed and let the tanned boy lay with him. Mark’s hands would’ve already been sweaty before he even let the boy crawl onto his bed, but Donghyuck never minded. He still would intertwine his comparably tan hand with the other’s pale one, and Mark would return this action by wrapping his other arm around the boy and pulling him into his chest, and then carding his fingers through his messy and soft locks of hair. Donghyuck always said ‘thank you’ and ‘good night’ to his hyung by pressing his lips to Mark’s cheeks, nose, and eventually his lips.

Maybe it was how Donghyuck was there for him on especially saddened days. On those days where Mark felt over scheduled and pressed. The same days when Donghyuck would ask Mark how his day was, but would simply be met with a hollowing silence. Mark was always blind to Donghyuck’s concern, he attempt to close himself off and try to avoid such a sensitive topic. But Donghyuck, being the way he is, would pry into the issue, prompting Mark to sit with him. Mark would do as told, sitting legs crossed averting his eyes from the radiating boy. But when Donghuck eventually prompted Mark to tell him about his day, Mark would just cry to him - about the stress, about the pain, and about all the other nonsense that would come to his head and flow out of his mouth in such a vulnerable time. Donghyuck wasn’t the greatest with his words, which Mark knew from past experiences, but Donghyuck would just cradle the other in his arms, rubbing his back, and running his fingers over his scalp. After Mark would spend all the time he needed ranting and getting everything off his chest with Donghyuck patiently listening, Mark would breathlessly hush an ‘i love you’ in such a small voice that Donghyuck wasn’t too sure if he heard it. Donghyuck would of course whisper the same phrase back as he pressed a subtle kiss to Mark’s neck.

youre building a new subunit ,, whos in it ??

coffee with johnny ,,, or tea with chenle [and tea,, yall can gossip too] ?

kiss marry kill - jaemin, haechan, mark

QUICK ,, TEN AND YANGYANG ARE HANGING OFF A CLIFF YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO RUN TO ONE AND SAVE THEM .

build your vocal team ,,, dance team and rap team but they can only be 3 members max and 2 minimum !!

scenario ; lets say youre popular in school and youre dating jaemin so hes always walking around with you - in the cafeteria you stand up with him because youre done eating but haechan approaches you and confesses. do you reject haechan in front of the whole cafeteria and leave him embarrassed and crying or humiliate jaemin by breaking up with him right there and leaving with haechan ?

HAVE FUNNNNNN .

I LOVE THESE AUFJAIGNKSFJ

NEW SUBUNIT ?? THE LEE'S 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 taeyong ten mark jeno haechan 😋😋😋😋😋😋

OMGOMGOMG TEA W CHENLE (AND DAEGAL!!!!!!)

i hate u for this qyestion man I WILL CRYYYYY but anw marry haechan obvi 🤭 uuhhhh kiss jaemin IM SO SORRY MARK AAAAAAAA

MAN???????? IM . ID SAVE BOTH AND SACRIFICE MYSELF 😕

VOCAL TEAAAMMM????? taeil 😋😋😋😋😋 renjun 🤞🤞🤞🤞 aaaaannnnnddddd CHENLE 💗💗

dance team haechan 🤭🤭 jeno 😁😁😁😁 TEN!!!!!!!

rap team marrr 👌👌👌👌 yanyang hendery 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥