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Episode 01:
you can be the beauty and i can be the monster
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“Have a nice day!” Donghyuck chirps from behind the cash register.
“Thanks. You too!” The customer exclaims over their shoulder, making their way to the shop’s door, a ding of the bell above it indicating their leave.
Donghyuck breathes out softly and walks out into the main floor of his grandmother’s costume shop, to examine if any articles or items have been misplaced or were in disarray. It was rather a calmer evening, and only three other customers had visited before the one that just left. Donghyuck isn’t really in a hassle like he usually is when he works here on the weekends. So, he grazes past the many rotating clothing racks with slow steps as he surveys them for anything he can put back to where it was.
Nothing was out of the ordinary, and he sighs, feeling thankful he didn’t need to exert much of his energy tonight—Until he hears a faint ding from a distance, which sounds a lot like the bell above the door.
When he whips his head towards the sound, however, no one is there. Usually, customers would come in with tentative steps with a slightly bowed head, intimidation laced in their mannerism upon entering the costume shop. Donghyuck wouldn’t blame them, as he also used to do the same before he started working here. Something about some of antique items, such as the witchy rings and necklaces, and the furry animal masks stored atop the shelves—
Hold on. One of the masks, a realistic looking wolf head, is missing. Donghyuck is sure he saw it when he came into the store before his shift today. He would also remember if a customer bought it as well, since he’s been tending the cash throughout tonight’s shift.
Something was off. He grabs a long staff, one he presumes is for an evil witch costume. It is rather heavy, with mostly a plastic globe on top, which he thinks wouldn’t do much to fight off a robber. But he decides it will do.
Taking quiet steps, he makes his way towards the counter where he left his phone like a dumbass. Just when he’s about to reach it, there’s movement from behind him followed by a small rustle of fabric.
“Boo!”
“Oh my god—” Donghyuck hurls the staff and hits the head covered by the furry wolf mask.
“Ow! Hyuck, it’s just me!” A familiar voice comes muffled from inside the mask, as the culprit takes it off his head.
“For fuck’s sake, Jaemin!” Donghyuck shouts, dropping the staff onto the ground, before shoving Jaemin with his hands on his chest. “You fucking freaked the shit out of me, you dumbass!”
“I’m sorry, Hyuck, I thought you’d be bored and wallowing in your misery. So, I thought I’d pay you a visit like the best friend I am.” Jaemin muses, with a dramatic hand to his chest.
“Well next time, do it in a friendlier manner, and not in a potentially murderous manner if you wanna keep that pea-sized brain of yours functioning properly.” Donghyuck digs his knuckles into the side of Jaemin’s head and shoves it slightly.
“That pea-sized brain of mine got me in a program deemed for smart people. So, you watch your mouth.” Jaemin wags a finger in his face, in a scolding manner.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Okay, mister vet. What do you want?” He turns on his heels and walks behind the counter to look at the time on his phone.
“Hyuckie-buns, it’s Friday. Did you forget we were gonna hang out?” There’s a glint of mischief in Jaemin’s eyes now, as he knows there was no such agreement between him and Donghyuck about any kind of hang out tonight.
“I have not agreed to anything, Jaem. What is this about?” Donghyuck crosses his arms, leaning his hips against the counter, and looks at his best friend suspiciously.
“Hyuck, did you hit your head? We talked about this—” Jaemin tries entertainingly, but sounds sheepish.
“Cut the crap, Jaem. What is this about?” Donghyuck presses, one more time.
“Well, you see I told you about this guy in my program who’s been asking about you…”
“Oh my god, don’t tell me this is a blind date.” Donghyuck groans, slumping against the counter, head clutched in his hands.
“You won’t be alone with Sangmin, though. It will be a double date with me and Jeno!” Jaemin clasps his hands together, and does little hops, trying to convince Donghyuck it won’t be a terrible night like he thinks it will be.
“His name’s Sangmin? Let me look him up—” Donghyuck reaches for his phone to make a quick Instagram search.
“Ah ah ah….” Jaemin stops him mid-swipe across his phone screen. “It’s a blind date, my dear. You’ll see him in person.”
“What the fuck do you mean? You told me he’s interested in me, which means he surely already saw me. Why am I the only one going in blind in this—literally!” Donghyuck exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and lets them flop back on the mahogany wood of the old counter with a soft thump.
“All I can tell you is that he’s handsome and tall. Don’t you like that?” Jaemin says, watching the way Donghyuck’s face scrunches up in hesitance. “Taller than that TA you hooked up with last weekend—”
“Shut up.” Donghyuck cuts him off.
“What?” Jaemin asks, as if he scandalised him personally. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna hook up with your TA again.”
“It was a one time thing and I didn’t even know he was gonna be my TA this semester, Jaem.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, sounding convincing, although he’s been thinking about perhaps doing it again.
It’s not like he was a minor, and it’s not like Minhyun was his professor. He was just his TA—he was barely even there during class hours!
It genuinely was an accident that they had hooked up because throughout the semester, Donghyuck had never gone to office hours or even taken a look at the TA’s name in their course syllabus. Minhyun wouldn’t have known either that Donghyuck was a student in his class, because the first time he even showed up to class to do a last-minute explanation of an essay rubric alongside their professor was this week.
Though Donghyuck would understand why things would clash, since Minhyun was in charge of reading and grading their assignments alongside their professor. Favoritism can be a valid reason for why he shouldn’t be going along with this.
“Right…” Jaemin squints at him. “Well, I know you’re into older guys, and I’m sorry to tell you that Sangmin’s our age. But, hear me out, he’s handsome and tall like your TA. So maybe give him a chance…?”
Donghyuck takes a few seconds to pause on his decision and finally gives in with a sigh. “Fine.” He ignores Jaemin’s excited screech. “But, I get to decide if this is going anywhere after this date. And no more blind dates from now on.”
“Deal.” Jaemin grins.
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They ended up in an old diner to proceed with their double date, where they all shared a large plate of cheesy fries with each their own burgers. Donghyuck was not going to lie that Sangmin was a decent date. There was some persistent staring from the man’s end, which Donghyuck isn’t new to that kind of attention, even though he would’ve preferred to not be at the other end of tonight. He was just tired after a long week of midterms and late night shifts at the costume shop.
Aside from the blatant staring, Sangmin was kind and a gentleman too. He even laughed at Donghyuck’s jokes, which Donghyuck thought was a good thing in his book. His friends always told him he was funny after all, so he wasn’t really questioning his sense of humor. Although they seemed to get along well, and there might be a connection there, Donghyuck just wasn’t feeling any thrill.
Maybe it was because he had given his all throughout the whole week with his midterms, and now he was feeling a little empty and couldn’t find anything to ignite the flame inside of him. And he really shouldn’t be seeking out for his TA again, after the hushed conversation they had in the guise of an academic discussion after class had ended earlier this week. It was the first time they had seen each other after their hookup. Things were a little awkward when they made the briefest eye contact during class. Though, Donghyuck still remembers how the man had been clinging to him the previous night before their awkward conversation. The man had literally poured his heart out in his words and his actions when they were together, a complete opposite of the rigidness when they confronted each other after class.
There was a connection there. Donghyuck knows. If it weren’t for their positions, they would have reached for each other again. He wonders if that’s the thrill he was looking for.
“Hyuckie, did you finish your milkshake?” He hears Jaemin’s voice call him from next to him, interrupting him from his thoughts.
He shakes himself out of it, and looks down at the more than halfway done glass of strawberry milkshake he’s been sipping on mindlessly. “Huh?”
“We’re gonna head out now.” Jaemin tells him, looking down at his wristwatch. It was nearing forty-five past ten o’clock.
“Oh, yeah.” Donghyuck mutters, letting go of the straw that he was basically chewing on, leaving a trace of his gloss on it.
They put away crumpled pieces of straw wrappers, napkins, and burger parchment wrappers into the large plate the fries came with and get up to leave. Not without leaving tips on the table, of course.
Sangmin holds the door open for him, the last one walking behind Jeno and Jaemin. Donghyuck reciprocates the older’s smile, small and thankful for his mannerful gesture, and walks into the cool mid-october night air.
“I’ll start the car, Hyuck.” Jaemin tells him, before walking over to his car, parked at the far end of the rather small parking lot, followed by Jeno, whose car was parked right next to it.
Donghyuck gives him a nod and turns to look up at Sangmin, who was leaning slightly on the hood of his car.
“I had fun tonight.” Sangmin tells him, with a small smile. The wind brushes the bangs against his forehead, as he looks down at Donghyuck.
Donghyuck holds in a shiver, when a cold breeze brushes the curls at his nape, hands pocketed in his jacket pockets. “Me too.”
“I’ll text you later?” Sangmin looks at him, hopeful.
Donghyuck hums, with a small nod. He leans up to lay a small peck on Sangmin’s cheek, feeling like he should do something out of courtesy. After all, he’s been basically dragged into this blind date by his best friend, so he wasn’t exactly feeling like he should be full on making out with Sangmin tonight. “Goodnight.”
“‘Night.” Sangmin says, a little dazed, when Donghyuck parts from him and turns on his heel to walk in the direction of Jaemin’s car.
Donghyuck looks over his shoulder and gives him a small smile as Sangmin waves at him while opening the driver’s side of his car.
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“Hey, mister Hwang!” Donghyuck calls out, slightly jogging to catch up with the man.
Minhyun turns to him, stopping in his tracks, and looks around them warily. “Uh, I don’t think we should be talking, mister Lee.”
“It’s just a friendly chat between a student and his TA, though.” Donghyuck smiles, matching the man’s steps as they start walking down the street side by side. They leave a space, that is deemed appropriate, between each other.
“Okay,” Minhyun agrees with him through a breath, as he continues in his steps.
“Why are you so uptight about this anyway? We met before we knew you were my TA.” Donghyuck says simply, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“I know that, but I’d like to keep my job, you know. It pays quite well too.” Minhyun says, looking at him with a scolding look, while still sounding so easy-going.
“Yup, in this economy, I get it.” Donghyuck agrees. “But it’s not like I’m sixteen and you’re like forty. I’m of age, so you don’t need to worry about ending up in jail, mister Hwang.” He emphasizes on the man’s title. “Unless, someone’s stalking us and has proof to get you fired—which I don’t think is the case.”
“Well, I would hope so.” Minhyun breathes out with a sigh. “So, why are you here? Don’t think about negotiating your midterm grades with me—” The man starts in a playfully scolding way.
“Of course, not. What did you take me for?” Donghyuck fakes a gasp, dramatically clutching his chest. “Can I not just talk with my TA? I thought it’d be good to have an easy conversation, especially after that really stiff one we had the other day… Just to set things back into how they were before you, you know, became my TA.” He shrugs.
Minhyun lifts an eyebrow in slight suspicion and amusement. “Right. But this does not exactly mean we will go back to doing you know what.”
“Having sex?” Donghyuck whispers humorously, exaggeratingly mouthing the words while scrunching his face, as he slightly leans into Minhyun’s space. As Minhyun looks up in exasperation with a deep sigh, Donghyuck says, “Sleeping together, if you wanna make it more family-friendly.”
“Yes.” Minhyun lets out, as if he had to struggle to even utter it out. “That.”
“No need to worry, mister Hwang. I’m sure one of us has more self-control than the other and can be the voice of reason, right?” Donghyuck shrugs, as they come to the end of the block they have been walking on. “That is if one of us has the urge to do you know what again.” He looks over at the man, with a teasing smile.
Minhyun nods, suppressing a chuckle at his words. “Right.”
“I’ll see you on campus then.” Donghyuck makes to leave, turning the opposite way of where Minhyun was heading, which was the man’s apartment where they hooked up.
Minhyun hums, a fond smile taking over his lips, as he waves him goodbye.
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So, neither of them took the role of being the voice of reason seriously. If they did, Donghyuck and his TA wouldn’t be making out in the latter’s shared office with Donghyuck’s professor. Mrs. Choi had thankfully left for her lunch break about fifteen minutes ago, at her usual destination—the small but over-priced sandwich place across the other side of campus. That gave them enough time to satiate their urges.
A vibration in his jean pocket elicits Donghyuck to part away from Minhyun, a quiet smack of their lips resonating in the quiet space of the office. Donghyuck takes his phone out and looks at the notifications, a text from Sangmin and another from Jaemin who was asking where the fuck he was.
Right, Donghyuck was supposed to briefly meet Jaemin on their conjoined break, which was the only one that they had together throughout the whole week. Donghyuck was honestly not ready to hear his best friend scream at him for trying to hook up with his TA again. Then, there was also the Sangmin thing that Donghyuck really wanted to call off but didn’t know how to. Ugh.
“What is it?” Minhyun asks him, peering at him and his phone screen, with a soft squeeze to Donghyuck’s waist.
“It’s my friend. I need to go see him.” Donghyuck says, trying to not show the slight disappointment in his voice for having to part with Minhyun, as he quickly types in a reply for Jaemin.
“Right now?” Minhyun asks, leaning down to capture his lips into a kiss, which Donghyuck relaxes into after pocketing his phone. Donghyuck tries to ignore the slight whine in the man’s voice, as he tells himself he needs to leave right away.
“Yes, now.” Donghyuck mutters, his lips brushing the older man’s, hands buried in his black locks.
“Okay, then. Bummer, though.” Minhyun says softly, and leans in again to kiss him. Donghyuck lets him, closing his eyes, feeling the table behind him dig into his ass. A soft moan escapes his lips, when he feels the cold feeling of Minhyun’s hands sneak under his shirt to squeeze his waist again.
They stay in that position for thirty more seconds, tilting their heads to slot their lips together, before a sharp knock on the door startles them apart. Donghyuck quickly reaches to comb through his unruly dark brown curls, and silently points at Minhyun’s own black mop of hair for the older to pat down himself.
Donghyuck adjusts his disarrayed shirt and the oversized hoodie slipping off one of his shoulders, while he watches Minhyun walk over to the office door.
“Hi there.” Donghyuck hears Minhyun greet the person on the other side of the door, while he has his back turned around to pick up his stuff off the floor.
“Hi, are office hours still open? I wanted to discuss the midterm essay I submitted.” A deep voice asks. Thank god it wasn’t Mrs. Choi.
“Of course. Remind me your name, please.” Minhyun says, walking over to his desk.
“It’s Minhyung Lee.”
Minhyun lets out an amused chuckle, eliciting Donghyuck to glance up to see the guy who is supposedly named Minhyung. He has jet black hair, middle-parted and a little long at the nape, and quite a prominent pair of cheekbones. “We almost have the same name. Let me see, ‘L’…” Minhyun rustles through his papers.
Donghyuck breaks away from staring at his TA’s broad back to pretend to look at his phone, when Minhyung’s gaze briefly falls on him. Donghyuck really hopes the guy didn’t hear anything between him and his TA before he knocked. Part of him is slightly cursing out the guy for cutting his time short with Minhyun, while part of him also feels thankful because otherwise he would've forgotten to leave to meet up with Jaemin.
“Hm, I don’t have a ‘Minhyung Lee’ here.” Minhyun looks up from his papers.
“Oh, I think I might’ve come to the wrong office, then.” The guy muses. “Sorry about that.”
“Maybe there was an error in the print, and your name isn’t here. Did you join after the add/drop period?” Minhyun tries.
The ever so nice and hardworking TA, Donghyuck thinks, wanting to roll his eyes. The man really wants to keep his job.
“This is not Ms. Kim‘s office right?” Minhyung asks.
“No, it’s Mrs. Choi’s.”
“Dang it, it’s my bad. Sorry for bothering you guys.”
“It’s really no problem, we were just ending our discussion here.” Minhyun turns to Donghyuck, with a professional smile to address him. “Mister Lee, if you have any more doubts, you can always send me an email. Alright?”
Donghyuck suppresses a giggle, because that was basically code for ‘text me, later’, so he nods with a small smile, snapping out of his deer-caught-in-headlights state. “I will. Thanks, Mister Hwang.” He says and walks out of the office, not sparing another look behind his back, as he brushes past Minhyung in the doorway, the scent of musky wood clouding his mind.
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“Hyuck, I swear to god, I will beat your ass when you get here.” Renjun screams on the other end of the call.
“I’m on my way, Junnie, sheesh.”
“Don’t tell me you met up with your damn TA on a weekend.” Jaemin’s voice bursts through the call, from a distance.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes so hard they might get stuck at the back of his head. Yes, Renjun also knows about the whole ordeal with him and his TA, because he was also there the night they had met at the party before Donghyuck left to go get laid with the man.
“I did not!” Donghyuck exclaims, truthfully. “I’m by the entrance now. I’m hanging up.” He groans, ending the call and shoving his phone in his back pocket.
It’s the weekend before their reading break, and Donghyuck and his best friends had decided to meet up at a cute bakery across town. It’s also his day off from the costume shop, so it’s perfect. The sky is slightly on the gloomy side today, but it isn’t depressing.
The bell of the bakery door jingles when Donghyuck enters, and his friends turn towards the sound and wave at him vigorously in a way to tell him to ‘hurry the fuck up’.
“Hey dummies, what did y’all get?” Donghyuck peers at the slim glasses filled with what seems like ice caramel lattes and dainty plates with slices of cakes.
“Ice vanilla lattes, and I got a strawberry shortcake and Injun got mango cheesecake.” Jaemin tells him, while taking a bite of his cake with a mini fork. “Go order something.”
Donghyuck walks to the cashier and orders a pumpkin cheesecake, a Fall special, and his usual ice caramel latte. He walks over to his friends’ table with his ordered items, once they are ready, and sits down.
“Hyuckie, are you done with all your midterms?” Renjun asks him.
“I think I have two more to submit by the end of this week. How about you guys?”
“I have one more left.” Renjun says, taking a sip out of his latte.
“I’m done with mine.” Jaemin leans back with a satisfied grin.
“Yay! You want a bone?” Donghyuck deadpans.
“Actually, yes I do.”
“Ugh, maybe ask Jeno for one.” Renjun quips with disgust.
“You know what, I will.” Jaemin smirks, making both Renjun and Donghyuck fake a gag. “Okay, but we all need to do something this week, before we get roped into more assignments when we go back to classes. Should we hit the club on Tuesday?”
“I don’t have any plans, I can. Hyuck?” Renjun turns to Donghyuck.
“I don’t have work, so I can too.”
“Great! It’s about time we all got laid after this excruciating week of midterms, and preferably other than with our TAs, am I right?” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows and brings a hand to poke his cheek, which Donghyuck slaps away with a grimace.
“You’re never gonna let me live, aren’t you?” Donghyuck sighs, flicking Jaemin’s forehead playfully.
“It’s actually fun to rile you up, Hyuckie.” Jaemin leans back in his chair with a satisfied grin.
With an irritated but lighthearted glare, Donghyuck retorts, “Oh, wait till I get some dirt on you, Jaem.”
“You know what, I’d like to join you on that quest, Hyuck. Jaemin’s been annoying me way too much since like forever now.” Renjun smirks, scooting his chair closer to Donghyuck’s to tease Jaemin.
“Hey!” Jaemin exclaims.
“Pleasure joining forces with you, Injun.” Donghyuck gives Renjun a curt nod, like some General to a fellow soldier. “Better watch out Jaemin—”
Donghyuck gets interrupted by his phone buzzing with a text from his grandmother.
“Shoot, my grandma wants me to urgently take care of a package at the costume shop at four.” He looks at the time on the corner of his screen, and it’s twenty minutes until then. “I need to leave now if I wanna make it in time, or she’ll have my head.”
“Aw sucks, Hyuckie.” Jaemin pouts. “Well, we’re good for Tuesday at eight right?”
“Yeah, just text me more details in the group chat.” Donghyuck pockets his phone and gets up to leave.
“You better not ghost the chat like you usually do.” Renjun threatens playfully.
“I won’t.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes with a fond smile. “I’ll see you guys soon.” He ruffles both his best friend’s heads, ignoring their protests, and turns to leave.
Unbeknownst to him, the door’s bell jingles again a few seconds after his leave, followed by a pair of dark inquisitive eyes tracking his movements until he gets in his car.
On his journey back to the costume shop, he doesn’t notice a dark blue Jeep on his tail from two vehicles away.
When Donghyuck enters the shop to cover his grandma’s shift only for an hour before she comes back, his eyes coincidently fall on the array of animal masks and notices that the wolf one is missing. Perhaps someone finally came around to buying it, he thinks.
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Mark wiggles the window panel from the outside of the house and gives it one swift pat until it’s finally unstuck for him to open it. Quietly, he inserts himself through the opening and steps into the currently unoccupied house. He finds himself in the kitchen.
The more he walks through the halls of Donghyuck’s house, the floorboards creaking under his shoes, he picks up on the familiar scent that he’s come to crave. It is faint, but it is there, confirming to him that Donghyuck does indeed live here.
To his surprise, when he approaches the living room, he comes to realise that the house is indeed occupied. An adorable ragdoll lays on the single recliner. To the sound of his footsteps entering the living room space, the cat sits up and stares at him curiously with round eyes.
“Hi there, sweetheart.” He mutters quietly, walking up to the cat and crouching down before the couch it sits on. He buries his hands into its long and soft fur, cooing at how it purrs at him affectionately. “Aren’t you so friendly…” He reaches for the collar charm around its neck, the metal slightly jingling as he lifts it up to read the name engraved on it. “Dolly.”
Mark gives a few more soft scratches near Dolly’s ears, before getting up and leaving the living room. This time when he walks through the halls, slowly, he finally finds what he’s looking for. Donghyuck’s room.
The door was left ajar, and the familiar scent of caramel and honey comes stronger from that one room, assuring him that it is indeed Donghyuck’s room. Once he enters it, he’s greeted with walls plastered with band posters, a double-size bed, a study table, and intricate antique lamps on either corner of the room. Cozy and warm, would be what Mark would use to describe the room.
With slow steps, he rounds the foot of the bed before sinking into it, the fluffy blankets engulfing him as he lays on it. A teddy pair sits near one of Donghyuck pillows, and makes his heart squeeze. The pillows. Mark pulls the one nearest to him and buries his face in it, inhaling Donghyuck’s intoxicating scent that is the strongest there.
The caramel and honey clouds his mind, entrancing him to nuzzle further into the soft pillow, and makes him imagine it’s Donghyuck’s neck. He thinks it would be just as soft, and way better if it actually were Donghyuck’s neck or his hair he was nuzzling into at the moment. He wouldn’t ever want to part away if it were Donghyuck, but the faint sound of keys clinking together gets him to immediately detach himself from Donghyuck’s pillow and his bed.
The front door opens, and Donghyuck’s footsteps fill the house along with his soft hums. Mark presses himself against the wall beside Donghyuck’s ajar room door. He watches through the small opening as Donghyuck rustles through paper bags and takes out some groceries to load his opened fridge.
The younger looks just the same, in his fitted henley and loose jeans, just the way he did earlier today at the bakery. Except, his hair looks a little in disarray now, but Mark finds it endearing nonetheless. In the soft glow from the open fridge, Donghyuck looks like an angel. Mark’s eyes graze the side of his face, and fall on his lips, pouty and puckered as the younger focuses on rearranging the sauces on the fridge door to make room for a new bottle of soy sauce.
It’s when Donghyuck turns around to shuffle through his pantry, his back now facing Mark, that Mark quickly makes his escape to the front door tucked behind a mounted wall near the living room.
Donghyuck’s ears pick up the creak of the floorboards. Alarmed, he turns around towards the sound.
“Um, is someone here?” He pads through the hallway slowly, leaving the kitchen. “Jaem, is that you?” He rolls his eyes, taking more steps and stops once he sees Dolly walking towards him in the living room, with her fluffy tail flicked up in a relaxed manner. “Dolly, was that you trying to give me a scare, you silly goose!” He pouts, kneeling down to pick her up and hold her up in the air. He lays a loud and affectionate smooch on top of her fluffy head. “Girl, next time maybe meow to let me know it’s you. Who’s gonna feed you when I drop dead out of fear?” He tells her scoldingly, fondness laced in his voice.
From the darkness outside, behind one of the windows, Mark watches Donghyuck talk to his cat, an amused smile etched on his lips. An idea strikes his mind right then.
In his jacket pocket, he squeezes the fluffy headband he found on Donghyuck’s nightstand. For keepsakes for now, he tells himself. Until he gets to smell that enticing caramel and honey that lingers on it, from the source himself. Until he’s the only one who gets to inhale his scent.
With one last longing glance at the beauty, Mark walks into the night. Maybe tonight, he’ll get some inspiration. For a poem, or even for his long awaited book that he hasn’t yet started.
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