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There were many times in the past where haechan had started something but never got the chance to finish it or atleast try to continue doing it. The bowls with half painted side he so earnestly molded from scratch lay on the bottom of his table, when pottery was all over his for you page on tiktok and he instantly hopped on the train of clay just because he's gay and thinks that he can bullshit his way through every hobby he finds.
The over priced journalling notebooks, brush pens and highlighters he bought off of muji store, all those stickers and washi tapes stored away on his drawer because sitting and actually thinking about something to write whilst being creative about a layout he thinks is going to make his followers on instagram happy is hard (yes he has a page for his spreads with over 3,000 followers; shocker considering how he only did this thing on a whim) all the finding the perfect lighting and editing is such a hassle and took away all the sparks he felt
Theres also the thing about vlogging, he sacrificed deleting all the unnecessary but vey meaningful pictures on his phone just so he can have more storage for his video clips (oh boohoo he owns an iphone xr with 64 gb screw you people) created the youtube channel named it @fullsun_hyucksi, edited a bunch of banner for it to be cool and then posted one video, although it went on with having one video a konth eventually he stopped caring if he could take videos in between conversations cause its gonna be soo cool on his vlog, and yeah inevitably the vlogging was shut down
After all those things he eventually abandoned he doesnt know why the same case just couldnt happen for his feelings with the boy sitting down on the porch directly opposite to his house right now. He doesnt know why he keps on coming back for him.
He doesnt know why he keeps on coming back for those, high hollow cheeks and round beautiful eyes.
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“Do you want to have boba after this?” Donghyuck asked while watching Mark paint his self made bowl in their backyard. The afternoon sun was hitting his skin like golden shiny things and he could think of different ways to just burry this picture down to his memory to never forget, but right now he was parched
“There’s this really good place i saw online, like you know those cafes Renjun sometimes posts on his insta story, that good type, i wish i could live like that too, cafe study dates with my friemds and just clubbing at night” he continued on, Renjun was studying college in the city far from theirs and even though it was sad to not have him around every after class anymore he’s still proud of his childhood friend, (besisdes its not like they dont talk to eachother anymore, he’s still on top of his contact list donghyuck tells him about the rumor going around that aunty Gina’s daughter is pregnant and in turn Renjun tells him about the club his friends and him went into) and Donghyuck sometimes envies him for it
“Hyuck, how many times do i have to tell you to stop that. Social media life is not real”
Donghyuck rolled his eyes at him and Mark held his face to squish his cheeks, it wasnt cute and it was definitely not the romantic type you see on dramas.
It was annoying. First because Marks hands are sweaty and he feels it grossly spreading his face and second because Mark is too close to him now and he does the thing that could save him the most
He swats marks hands off of him and Mark went back to painting the bowl
“So do you want to go?”
“where?? at starbucks?” Mark replied after humming at his artwork
“Uhh fuck you, no, you know the one in the farm?” The farm is an empty lot that a politician (his father) from their town decided to capitalize off of, it started with just a simple boba shop (Boba for FullSuns) for teenagers and then people saw how well it was doing so food stalls started coming off every other weekend and bow it has pretty much everything (not really) you could possibly want to have in a small barrio. Every once in a while the owner also holds a live band night and donghyuck sometimes sings for them curtesy of his father bragging about his voice
“You mean at FullSuns?” At this Mark looked over him with ludicrous eyes
Boba for FullSun is a cafe owned by Donghyuck’s family and he manages it most of the time, specially now that it’s summer and he does nothing, well it isnt too bad really he gets paid decently and the money he gets goes on to whatever hobby for a month he does.
Donghyuck looks over him and smirked almost smug “my FullSuns of course, where else do you have the best boba here in town?”
Mark laughed at that and and his eyes hit the soft light of yellow and golden sun and he looks ethereal and beautiful and Donghyuck cant help but stare, his heart racing in his chest wanting to climb out and get out of his body, he;s ready to let it out any minute now
He doesnt understand why he keeps coming back to this
Talking to mark comes off as easy as breathing, he can tell him everything and nothing all at the same time.
He still wonders why he cant bring himself to just say he likes the other, its just mark, his best friend, the same person who pissed their pants because they were too drunk of a college party and proceeded to vomit on a girl he’s sure was trying to get in his pants, the same person he wiped tears for when he broke donghyucks mother’s pot on their garden, the same person who embarrasses himself daily by stuttering whnever someone intimidating (ie; the cashier at mcdonald’s) talks to him, point is he knows mark too much and too well to know that he is the most embarrassing human to ever exist on earth and crushing on him is just not making sense, in twitter tems the math is not mathing.
So here they are catching breakfast on mcdonald’s as they try to eat fst enough because donghyuck has world lit at 9 am which is fine with him by the way, he is a morning person and he can never be late to anything but its 8:30 am and all of this could have been avoided if mark wasnt craving for the hash browns and bad coffee maccas offers
“What do you think about Rizal?” Mark asked him while munching down on his second pancake of the morning
“I think Rizal would’ve been dissapointed to see that he died for you to not hurry up and miss the subject made for him, so stop taking youre sweet time and just be done already”
Mark gulped down his (donghyuck notes; shitty) coffee and then looked at him while he burped (again donghyuck notes; gross)
“Chill, baby, Rizal would have died for nothing if you cant be understanding of your fellowmen”
“Okay first of all not to disrespect Rizal or anything but please for the love of god stop talking about him already, second dont burp directly on my face, third dont burp in front of me, and fourth im leaving you if you dont stand up in 5 seconds” after donghyuck finished talking he gathered his things and stood up waiting to see if mark is doing the same thing and thank god he is
“Why are so snappy all of a sudden?”
When Mark dropped off donghyuck to his college building he expected his friends to look at him with the teasing eyes but they werent there (again thank god) so he has the time to face Mark when he called him to catch his attention
“What?” Donghyuck hummed
“FullSuns later?”
He said nothing special, nothing remotely romantic either but donghyuck knows that Mark knows something is up too and that was enough to make the weariness he feels go away gradually
“That lesson planning thing’s fucking you up badly huh?” Mark suddenly said softly as they try to walk in the hallway to donghyucks classroom
“Not really the time to be asking that but yeah, it’s not that i hate doing it i love teaching kids i really do but im really going to die if i have to revise my motivation part again”
When they stopped in front of the room donghyuck would be in, Mark leaned closer and kissed his forehead, they do this, platonic cheek kisses and all, but it never felt this good before though, it had never felt like this before and he tried so hard to suppress the flood piling up in his throat as his heart once again tries to get out of his system
“Tell me all about it later okay? Boba’s on me” Mark said, his hand on donghyucks cheek as he looked at him with eyes expecting an answer from him
“You know i could just get it for free right? FullSun’s mine too you know”
Mark smiled at him, hands still on his face “then i’ll wait by the field later okay? My class ends at 3 but i know you have gensoc till 4 so i’ll be by at the second gate” donghyuck was about to say that they could just meet at the store but Mark cut him off to it “uh uh, im gonna be with Jeno, i know he waits for Jisung and Jaemin till 5 okay?”
Donghyuck nodded and while he’s still at the high of the forehead kiss he nuzzled closely on Marks hand. Its so easy like this, he forgets why he needs to move on from the silly crush and convinces himself that maybe theres a chance
“Okay”
“Your hands are sweaty by the way” he added
Donghyuck looked at him for the last time and wondered once again, he doesnt know why he cant seem to just leave the lingering fondness he has to this one bright eyed boy who eats grossly and burps loudly, who drinks bad coffee and has sweaty palms.
He doesnt know why he keeps on coming back for him even though its clear that there is never going to be more with what they currently have
He doesnt know why Mark Lee is just so good and kind and perfect and still be the most cruel out of all the boys he had liked (or atleast thought he liked)
He doesnt know why the scrawny written poem on the other's notebook back in 7th grade had made him cringe but at the same time swoon, even though donghyuck knows it was probably kept on the third drawer in Mark's desk, away from prying eyes and would probably not see any daylight anymore, and he doesnt even know if this mundane simple thing is important for the flow of his story with Mark but he'd still keep it here anyway
Or maybe he knows why he cant move on from Mark Lee
and its this