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Mark wants to remove all the stuff on his hair badly. Their concert had just finished, and thanks to his hair stylist, Mark dominated the trending topic again on how the braid and pins looked good on him.
Haechan couldn't attend the concert due to the doctor's advice. He stayed at his apartment, resting while scrolling on his phone. He couldn't contain his feelings after seeing the photos of Mark's hair– he was so pretty. It seems like Haechan's fingers have their own life that they voluntarily texted Mark not to remove those braids and pins– he wants to see it personally.
That is why Mark is currently driving towards Haechan's apartment. His hairstylist and other member teased him when he told them that Haechan wanted to see his hair up close, so he tried not to remove it.
Donghyuck greeted Mark happily, giving him a tight hug when the older entered the apartment. Mark cackled, hugging the younger back. He hasn't seen Haechan for days; he longs for the man. Despite the tiredness Mark is feeling right now, his energy fuels up after Haechan's warm hug.
"You're pretty." Haechan complimented him before picking up his phone from the couch to take some pictures.
Mark chuckled and began posing for the other man. When Donghyuck is satisfied, a giggle escapes from his mouth, and he quickly chooses one photo to make his new wallpaper.
"You like it that much?" Mark asks, and the younger nods– too busy staring at the older's photos.
Mark closes the distance between them to make Haechan look at him by holding his chin. "The real thing is right here, love. Why are you too focused on that pictures?"
This man. Haechan thought as he tiptoed to connect his lips with Mark's. "I love you. Let's remove those braids, hmm? I'll give you a massage after."
"I'd love that," Mark replied before giving Haechan a forehead kiss.