A relaxing trip at night from a mall, the music gives chills inside the cold air comdition car. Haechan reposed going back to their condominium. Mark glanced at him, and decided to put the sleeping boy into his shoulder.
"Looks like he is pretty exhausted, son." His mom questioned her son Mark, looking back to them.
"Who wouldn't be? I'm also tired..."
Sooner or later, they arrived at their condo building. The dad starts to wake them up, and Mark rise up first. It's 10 PM and both of them are sleepy.
Haechan thrown himself to the bed, while Mark takes the sleepy man's shoes off, laying down beside him, but the sleepiness faded. He recalls what happened earlier at the mall. He unwanted the moment, that he met his ex-girlfriend, worse, the girl begs to make Mark come back to her.
Thankfully, Haechan failed to discern them. Mark swore to himself, he trully hates it. There is someone captured his heart. Not because they already make out, but Haechan owns it.
"I'm swearing myself to hell, I won't let anyone to steal you from me." He said, kissing Haechan's lips before he rests.
Their promise to make out again didn't meet. It doesn't matter, they can have it anytime they want.
Mark and Haechan arises from their deep sleep. The violet haired young boy sits up quickly as he starts to perceive that he is drowsy. Meanwhile, the black haired man is watching him.
"Dang it. I fell asleep." Haechan said, rounding his head and stretching his body.
"It's nothing to worry about, baby. We are both tired," Mark replied, making himself sits.
The clock strikes too fast, the unit was filled of boredom. There was a time that Mark's personality will be changed as an "innocent boyfriend material" look, and Haechan too.
EXCEPT.
When Donghyuck begins to seduce his daddy.
That is Mark's most weakness.
Even if he is moody.
"Heundeullil ttaen yeogi nae yeope gidae
ppaetgiji mothal geu kkumeul deo kiwoga bwa."
"Sesange keugie
neol majchuryeo haji ma
sueopshi buditchil suneun itjiman
kkaejigo buseojyeo
jageun han jogagi dwel sun eopjana"
While Haechan is singing, Mark felt goosebumps. He walks towards Haechan who is sitting on the bed while enjoying the music.
"Sorry." The singer said, pouting again.
Lol, why does he apologizing?
Mark frowns. "Dumbass, for what?"
"My voice cracked."
"If you tell that again, I won't give you a reward everynight." Mark replied, that made Haechan sad.
Damn, Haechan really loves to be fucked by this Canadian boy. He is willingly to surrender himself to Mark.
Minhyung will love this too. So dearly.
"I'm just kidding!" Haechan reacts,and now he is acting like a baby again. Hoping that Mark won't be randy.
"I was surprised baby. I didn't know you are a singer." Mark commented, combing Haechan's hair.
"I'm surely you can sing too!"
"A bit. I focused more on rapping." Mark scratches his nape, chuckling because of shyness.
Haechan felt an excitement. "Woah! Let me hear! Let me hear!" He said, slightly jumping on bed while sitting.
"Uh Hard rock scalp
Head shot pop
No talk eodilgana sukineun salm
jubyeon tamsaekhaneun jadeulkke baksu
Ay neone deoke bunmyeonghi jeongsineul charyeotne
jjotgineun geo silheoseo ijen apeseo malhae
heorineun neo apeseo an gubhilge
Keep watching maennal bogireul barae
Hater hater talk talk
mwol meokeodo neonekkeon sohwa jaldwae
Take a fist or stone or a gunshot
dokhaejyeobeorin NINE badabwa Cherry bomb"
Damn it.
He is making me insane.
Is he fucking serious about this?
The boy who is listening remains silent, concentrating himself while Mark is rapping. It gives him more attractive. Haechan admits to himself that he is starting to admire Mark. Not in a sexual way, but as himself.
"You. Are. Damn. So. Great!" Haechan commented, amazingly turn on as his ideal type.
"Can you hit a high note?"
"Yeah? I guess?" Haechan's unsure respond.
He can.
But not like Taeil.
"Sample?"
Haechan sits up straight, filling up an air from the diaphragm. Mark's mouth is slowly opening, and waiting Haechan to sing.
"Eodil ganeunjijocha moreun chae
i hollan soge salji angesseo
ijeneun naye dabeul chatgi wihaeseo
I'm gonna make it right run run run run~!"
As Haechan is hitting the high note, Mark was mesmerized hearing Haechan's voice. Clapping his hands four times.
"Oh god. You're such an angel!"
Is he?
Yes.
Mark took his guitar inside his cabinet. "Why don't we have some fun? You will be my singer, I'll be your rapper and guitarist."
"Woah! You're an ideal man. I'm jealous." Haechan said, pouting again.
Ugh, why this cute little angel loves to pout?
His cuteness is killing me.
Minhyung talks to himself.
Mark didn't speak, instead, he stole a kiss again from Haechan's lips.
He starts to strum the strings and they playfully enjoying the jams of music.