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"So he finally told you?" Mark questioned the younger.

"You knew?" Renjun widened his eyes.

"It's really obvious," Haechan mumbled. "I'm surprised you didn't know until he told you. Jeno looks at you the exact same way he looks at Jaemin, full of love and hope. It's pretty hard to miss. Especially when he laughs," he told them and Renjun turned his attention from Mark to the younger.

"When Jeno laughs with you or Jaemin, his eyes always crinkle a little. His eyes don't crinkle when he laughs with anyone else."

Renjun parted his lips and heaved a long sigh. Everything was really hitting him hard. He felt betrayed and lost. Jeno had always been someone he really loved as a friend, and he still is, but the fact the Jeno all this time saw him in a different light was hard to accept for Renjun.

He wanted to blame Jeno but there wasn't anything to blame him for, neither any reason.

"You sure do notice a lot of things, Haechan," Renjun mumbled quietly.

The rest of the not so long walk from the playground and back to the house went by silently. Mark didn't know what to say, whether to comfort Renjun or not. It has always been hard to figure out exactly how Renjun feels. He's just amazingly good at hiding his feelings, and Mark's terribly bad at digging them out.

"You know, Renjun-" Mark was about to say, but Renjun cut him off.

"We're home," the younger breathed and walked past Mark and Haechan over to Chenle's summer house.

Jaemin, Jeno, Jisung, and Chenle stood in front of the front door when the three arrived, Jaemin sighing in relief when he saw Renjun was fine.

Renjun made his way over to them, keeping his gaze anywhere but at Jeno. He didn't want to seem rude but looking at Jeno right now just wouldn't make anything better. Mark and Haechan followed behind him, still very unsure if to say anything.

"Sorry if I worried you guys," Renjun spoke in a monotone, his expression not any less than his voice. "I didn't think you would take it this seriously."

Jisung scoffed a little. "You freaking vanished without saying anything and didn't pick up your phone. How can you not think we would take it seriously? For all we know, you could've been kidnapped!"

Renjun stared dully at Jisung. "Sorry," he mumbled and walked past the group towards the front door.

"Why's he acting like that?" Jisung questioned sadly for himself.

Renjun didn't seem to hear him and only opened the front door where he was about to enter the house but was stopped by Jaemin.

"We need to talk," Jaemin said and grabbed the older's arm.

"I don't want to," Renjun said and yanked his arm out of Jaemin's grip.

"Too bad, you have to," Jeno told him and dragged him into the house followed by Jaemin, much to the older's despise.

As the three had left into the house Haechan smiled and tucked Mark's sleeve. "I need to tell you something, Mark. It's important," he whispered and as fast as Jaemin, Renjun, and Jeno had vanished, Mark and Haechan vanished into the house as well, which left Jisung and Chenle to stand alone outside.

"More drama is happening here than in the girls' locker room," Chenle shook his head.

Jisung chuckled. "How do you know what happens in the girls' locker room?"

"Experience," Chenle answered bluntly and went into the house.

And now, only Jisung was left to stand, yet again, utterly confused at what Chenle just said.

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"Will they be fine?" Mark questioned as he and Haechan walked past Renjun and Jaemin's room where they could see the three inside.

"Forget them, I need to tell you something," Haechan answered the older and dragged him over to their room. He pushed Mark inside and walked past him, grabbing the blanket from the bed. He sat down onto the floor with a grin a patted the space in front of him for Mark to sit.

Mark sat down in front of Haechan. The younger pulled him closer by his shoulders and draped the blanket over both of their heads, making a tiny blanket-fort with them as the pillars.

They were so close that Mark could feel Haechan's warm breath hitting his chin and curiously traveling down to his nape. The blanket-tent surrounding their two bodies only made the space in between them seem lesser that it is, and the tension only built up as every second passed.

"I know what my name is," Haechan breathed out and although his voice was faint, Mark heard it clearly as it was like there was nothing around them.

Only Mark and Haechan, and a little blanket-tent.

No other people.

No summer house.

No fear or safety.

Just Mark and Haechan, and Haechan and Mark.

"Okay," the older muffled. "What is it?"

Haechan took a long breath. "My name is Donghyuck."

Donghyuck.

Donghyuck...

Mark smiled softly, reaching out for Haechan's hand. He quickly retreated though, realizing what he was about to do. He was about to say something but the younger stopped him.

"But," he said. "I don't want you to call me by my real name."

Mark found himself frowning by that sentence. "What do you want me to call you then?" he asked.

The latter grinned. That special grin that always made Mark's stomach turn and twist like someone not being able to fall asleep. And as Haechan's dark brown eyes pierced with Mark's and he spoke the next sentence, it was like Mark's little world of loneliness finally vanished just a tiny bit.

"Just keep calling me Haechan. You made that name and gave it to me."

"I want to keep being your Haechan."

The raven-haired gulped. "Y-You're not mine," he stuttered.

"What if I want to be?"

A fire was rummaging in Mark's eyes and the big pit in his stomach kept growing gradually by the moment. The blanket surrounding the two was creeping closer, making the space between him and Haechan almost nonexistent. Mark's nervous hand found its way up to Haechan's neck. He took a gentle hold on the younger and pulled him closer by nothing more than an inch.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked suggestively and tilted his head a little to the left.

"I want to be your Haechan, Mark. I want to be yours."

And by the time the younger finished his sentence, Mark had almost no time to process what exactly happened after. Haechan's petite hands cupped Mark's face and almost like a lightning strike stroke the sky, their lips met each other.

Like the tiny dust floating in the air, the two became almost invisible in their own little world.

Mark leaned himself over the younger and started moving his lips to the music of their beating hearts. A rush of confidence he didn't know he acquired was welcoming him with big arms, so he leaned even further in, keeping his hand on Haechan's neck and placing the other on the younger's waist to keep the younger in place beneath him.

Haechan ended up laying with his back on the floor when the two retreated from each other, lips wet and eyes dull, and Mark just stared at the alluring sight.

Haechan wined and reached for Mark again, pulling him down onto him so the two were sandwiched together. And for a split second, Mark felt his heart stop beating until his body again filled with wonderful and sensual feelings caused by the touch of Haechan's soft lips.

They were both extremely inexperienced, but they didn't care.

Haechan is the sun and Mark is the moon.

Because the moon can't light up without the sun, and if the sun isn't there, the moon is just a cold and dark object floating in space.

And that was all that mattered at the moment.

The blanket surrounding the two was starting to suffocate them. The heat from their bodies and the pressure by their lips only growing bigger and leaving less space in their little world for oxygen.

They couldn't get enough of the exact touch both had longed after, Haechan's hands still cupping Mark's face and the older's hand on Haechan's small hip. Mark gasped through the kiss as he wasn't able to breathe, and with a quick movement, he pulled the blanket away which caused them to separate from each other yet again.

Mark rolled down to the floor so he wasn't laying on Haechan anymore, and both just took some time to catch their breaths. The raven-haired chuckled and smiled lovingly as he moved his head to look at Haechan.

But Haechan wasn't smiling back at him, he was crying.

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the cringe

the CRINGE

skahkshsnsh i hate writing kiss scenes cause i feel so embarrassed ;-;