THREE

Haechan's parents are pretty excited for their son. The three of them are now standing by at the lobby, and waiting for Mark's parents. Donghyuck brought his luggage, and his things; because from now on, Mark and him will live in one place.

Minutes passed, finally, they arrived. The staff is assisting them what unit they will occupy. The elevator stopped at 7th floor, and sending them at the 602 unit. Both of them has given a card as their key to access the door entrance.

"I expect you to take care of my son, Mark. I trust you a lot," Haechan's mom said, making Mark smiles.

"You can count on me, auntie." He responds and slight bows his head.

"We will go ahead now, text and call us if you need anything." Mark mom's said.

As their parents leave, the surrounding was covered by a quiet atmosphere. The two felt awkwardness at first. Haechan is disturbing himself by wandering inside their condo unit. He is really not used to it.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook for you?" Mark suddenly spoken, Haechan quickly turned his head to face him.

"N-no, I'm good." He responds shortly. Mark laughs a bit and went closer to him, and carries Haechan's luggage.

"Come on, let's fix our things for a while. Then I'll cook dishes for us." Haechan's lips formed into a smiley as he walks after Mark who is going to their bedroom.

"Is it okay with you if we share one room? I'll sleep on the ground," Mark interrupted the quiet atmosphere.

"Y-yeah! Sure, but– we can also share in the bed if you want..." His volume became lower as he says bed, praying that the Canadian boy didn't hear, but he failed.

Mark laughs before he responds. "Your wish is my command. Oh god why the hell are you so cute? Ugh, my weaknesses." He added that made Haechan's fluffy cheeks turned into pinkish red.

Haechan takes a deep breath and exhales as he blows from his mouth, to make himself calm and still after he heard what Mark said. He secretly shut his eyes closed and keeps on murmuring to himself, and slightly panicking.

"Come on Haechan, let's just enjoy our staying here. Shall we? Don't be shy," The older said, ruffling the younger's hair and pinches his left cheek. "Cute." He whispers, and leaves the bedroom.

Haechan came out and follows Mark at the kitchen. The tanned boy stands beside Mark who is cooking a bacon, and spam. Haechan suddenly remember his mom cooking bacon sandwich for him. He loves bacon. He trully do.

As the bacon and spam cooked, the two starts to eat. Both of them are not eating rice during lunch. It's called fasting. For their dinner tonight, salad, banana and apple will do. Milk and bread for the breakfast.

"M-Mark...?" Haechan called, his voice is shaking.

"Yeah?"

"If you feel uncomfortable with me, don't hesitate to tell me. I- I'm willing to—"

"Shush. You're not. Okay? Stop thinking about that stuff. First of all, I'm interested to know you. My mom talks about you towards me and I found out that you are absolutely amazing and cute like a baby."

Haechan looks away from him, his heart can't calm down, he can't even show his wonderful smile to Mark. It gives butterflies on his stomach. Those words are Haechan's most awaited to hear.

The older washes the dishes, Haechan forces him to stop but Mark insists. At the moment, both of them are clueless what should they do. Haechan admits to himself that Mark is an ideal man of everyone, yet they met only twice.

"Haechan,"

"Hmm?"

"Do you have special someone?" The tanned boy felt goosebumps after Mark asked him. Does he have? Or maybe, he met him already?

"Huh? I– I don't have..." He responds and his voice turns into a soft one. "I- Guess you already have."

"Yeah. I do have." Mark answers and Haechan nods a bit, and chuckle. It sounds weird but he felt broken.

"Oh. That's great. How lucky is she."

The Canadian guy suddenly laugh. The younger is clueless what's going on Mark's mind, about that "someone" and he thought it's a "girl".

"It's a boy. He has a violet hair, wearing a red t-shirt and white pajama."

Haechan immediately thrown a glaze on his red shirt going down to his pajama, realizing that he is the "someone" that Mark's describing.

Is he?

Yes, that's Haechan.