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The blinding rays of light from the morning sun fell perfectly onto Mark, waking him up from his slumber. He, out of habit, turned to his other side where he opened his eyes, expecting to meet a certain person laying next to him, but the other side of the bed was completely empty.

That's when Mark remembered what happened the day prior. The corner's of his mouth sank.

Mark looked around him in hope that maybe Haechan had sneaked into the room throughout the night. The younger can't sleep alone, a thing Mark had discovered very quickly. But no, Haechan wasn't here.

Mark checked the clock.

6:13 am.

The others were surely still asleep and Mark thought about falling back asleep again, but in the end, he was wandering his way down the hallway towards Haechan's originally given room. When he reached the door, he gently pushed it open, just enough for him to peek into the room.

He smiled, seeing Haechan's body spread out over the sheets on the double bed, wearing Mark's old pajamas and head thrown back to reveal his closed eyes and half-parted mouth. Mark watched the way the latter's chest moved up and down slowly for some time before he gently closed the door.

Today was the last day at the summer house, so Mark decided to take a refreshing shower instead of waiting for the other's to wake up.

He made his way into the closest bathroom and grabbed a towel from a cabinet, turning on the shower to let the water run for a while so it could get warm. He undressed and froze, staring at himself in the mirror. He brushed his lips with his finger's, the memories from yesterday still so vivid in his mind.

He shook the flustering thoughts away and entered the shower with a tiny grin. The warm water hit his exposed body and Mark closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

And suddenly, as suddenly as shower thoughts appear, shower thought's started appearing in Mark's mind.

He started pondering about what Haechan could be but quickly dismissed it as he promised himself it wouldn't matter.

Mark reached for the shampoo bottle and grabbed it, about to open it.

And like a brick hitting a window, the wall he had been trying to break broke. Everything suddenly came to him and he realized.

"There's something I really like about it. The ."

"Don't worry Mark. It just means an has vanished. It might come back if the angel is found."

"Stars are made by . If an angel vanishes the stars they created will vanish as well. But if an angel dies the stars the angel created will stay, as a memory, so your star will appear once the angel is found,"

"Or your ."

"There's nothing like parents I'm not from here, Mark. I'm not from this world that you're so familiar with."

"I'm an -"

"My kicked in."

sky

angel

angels

guardian angel

where I'm from

ang-

instincts

The shampoo bottle slipped out of Mark's hand, hitting the black stone tiles.

"No way..."

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Mark ran to Haechan's room, banging open the door.

"Haechan?!"

But no one was in the room. Haechan's body that had been sleeping peacefully on the bed an hour before was gone and all that was left was Mark's old pajamas, scattered over the bed sheets.

Mark jumped impatiently a few times by the doorway, before running away from the room towards the stairs. His heart was heavy, falling deeper down onto his organs by every single step he took, and the spit he held in his throat burned as he gulped it down.

He ran down the stairs, almost tripping when he jumped down the last three steps, but he kept running, all the way to the kitchen where Jaemin, Renjun, and Chenle sat, eating some freshly baked bread.

"Where's Haechan?!" Mark screamed, startling the three.

Renjun frowned, and Jaemin and Chenle looked at him with confused eyes.

"Who's Haechan?" Jaemin asked.

Mark opened his mouth to say something but closed it as he found himself frowning.

"I don't remember..."

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today i officially turned 14!! 🎉

ahhh such a depressing chapter to post on my birthday shskshs