He swallowed the desire to tell Donghyuck just that, already sensing the teasing he’d have to endure if he let his thoughts slip through the cracks in his skull, and instead said, “Are there still more Dream schedules with just the five of them?”ĭonghyuck shrugged lazily, slowly listing back down towards a horizontal position. Mark saw Donghyuck almost 5 hours ago, and before that, they had practice together, and before that, Mark woke up in his own bed, as he often does, with Donghyuck curled towards him, fast asleep.īut Mark hadn’t seen Donghyuck in 5 hours, and he missed him. If Donghyuck wasn’t there, Mark was missing him. Before they’d started dating, before the time Donghyuck cornered Mark in his room and told him to stop being such a fucking coward, before Donghyuck pressed himself into Mark’s space and kissed him, making Mark feel like he was actually the one of the two of them who’d never kissed anyone before, Mark missed Donghyuck all the time. It’d have to be months, at least.īut still, he missed him. It had been probably six months or so since he’d said that, but even still, Mark struggled to think of the last time he’d gone a day without seeing Donghyuck. Mark had laughed, but he had to admit that it was kind of true. All your overtime is my time off.”Įarlier this year, Donghyuck had said that it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he spent 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with Mark. “Well, can’t do 127 without you, can’t do Universe without you, and Dream is doing a schedule with just the five of them since you’re here. “You didn’t have any schedules this afternoon?” He said instead of demanding a log of Donghyuck’s sleeping hours for the last month, instead of tucking him back into the couch in the dressing room in the studio on the fifth floor of the new company building and letting him sleep until morning. And, if he’d learned nothing else after all these years, he’d at least learned that Donghyuck did not respond well to Mark acting like his mother, no matter how much Mark might have thought that he needed it. He was Donghyuck’s boyfriend he wasn’t his mother. As much as he knew that already, as much as he himself was probably living on even less sleep, this was Donghyuck, and he had to tamp down the part of him that shifted immediately into an overprotective monster.
“Is it?” he asked in a rugged, sleep-addled voice, “That’s more sleep than I’ve gotten in the last two nights combined, probably.” He was so cute when he was sleeping, and he was even cuter when he was waking up. “Donghyuck? Did you really stay here this whole time? It’s almost 11.”ĭonghyuck rubbed at his eyes, sitting mostly upright. That had been around 4pm it was now well past 10. Donghyuck had showed up on set a few hours ago with a coffee for him and for the few astute staff members who’d figured he’d come and sent him their order, but Mark hadn’t seen him since then. As it turned out, the lump on the couch in the back of the dressing room that Mark had thought was just a blanket had shifted to reveal Donghyuck, clearly having just woken up. He was debating leaving without taking off his makeup when a sudden rustling sound from behind him nearly stopped his heart. It was like, if he ever needed motivation or energy or a reminder of what it was all for, all he had to do was think about Donghyuck, and there it was, a reason for anything. With just him, he was keeping himself awake with the power of pure anxious adrenaline and the promise of crawling into bed next to Donghyuck when he was done. And yes, they were all terminally sleep deprived, but it was hard to feel tired with everyone on set. But with just him, all of the time and the energy of everyone in the room focused solely on him, he felt nervous in a way he hadn’t in years. With the rest of the guys gassing him up, usually photoshoots were a riot. It was lonely, and it was nerve-wracking. Working on his own solo was quite literally a dream come true, but he finally understood what Taemin said when he called it lonely. Personally, he wanted nothing more than to just turn around and go home, but the stylists might actually kill him before he actually got a chance to debut, again, if he walked off the set wearing this jacket, so he dutifully closed the door to the dressing room behind him and undressed, slipping back into the joggers and sweatshirt he’d came in. Mark shrugged off the final praises of the staff as he made his way back towards the dressing room in the back of the studio, having bowed more times tonight than he had in the last year, probably.
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