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Mark couldn't sleep.

So much was on his mind, so many thoughts and worries that all lead back to the same boy.

The boy who was sleeping on his bed right now, wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. Mark shifted on the mattres. He wasn't going to lie, his bed was much more comfortable but he insisted on Haechan getting it. The younger definitely needed it more than himself right now.

Mark couldn't imagine what Haechan might've gone through the past couple of days. So many bad scenarios circled through his mind but he hoped none of them were true. The only thing he could do was wait and figure out how to get Haechan's memories back. Only then, he could know for sure what happened for the boy to suddenly end up naked on the country road.

Mark shifted again, turning his face towards his bed where he could spot the tanned boy's little hand. It hung gracefully over the edge of the bed, opened slightly and twitching here and there.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at it through the dark air of the mildly moonlit room. His own hand reached out for it to try and stop it from twitching but was stopped mere inches from the hand, Haechan letting out a yelp as he sat up abruptly, scaring Mark.

"Haechan? Are you okay?" Mark asked both shocked and concerned.

The younger looked to have had a nightmare. His eyes were shaking as he turned his head and looked down at Mark, adjusting to the darkness rather quickly. His eyes watered and small droplets slid down his puffy cheeks, dripping onto the white sheets below him.

"Mark?" he whispered. "Why are my eyes taking a bath?"

The older smiled. "That's called crying."

Haechan touched the wet streaks, sniffling his running nose. "Is crying bad?" he asked as another wave of droplets washed over him, the moonlight reflecting in his wet eyes.

Mark sat up on the mattres. "It depends," he whispered and crossed his legs. "It can be both bad and good. What does it feel like for you?"

"Bad," the younger whimpered. "It feels bad," he cried and tapped his chest. "Please make it stop."

Mark ruffled his own messy hair and stood up, climbing onto the bed next to Haechan. He helped the younger lay down again by motioning his shoulders back, pulling the blankets up, and tucking his petite body in. He found a comfortable position up against the younger and started rubbing circles along his arm.

"Once upon a time," Mark whispered.

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When Mark woke up the room was lit up and he could hear the morning breeze sway outside, smell the freshly baked bread from the ground floor, and feel a warm feeling on his stomach.

He looked down curiously, wondering why a warm heavy weight was pushing down on his abdomen. There, laying so cutely, face squished down onto his stomach, laid Haechan, the younger's arms cuddle around his waist and face turned towards his own.

Mark gulped as he started sweating. He had never tried anything like this before and his heart was messing with him. Haechan was like an innocent little fairy and Mark wanted to just stuff the younger into his pocket and keep him warm and safe there forever.

He couldn't explain it.

But it felt like he was meant to find Haechan on the road yesterday. It felt like everything that happened yesterday was meant to happen.

Mark tried removing the younger's arms from his waist but it only caused the latter to hug him tighter.

"Don't!" Haechan yelped and crumbled up into a little ball, still asleep.

Mark stopped moving and went to caress his cheek. "Wake up, Haechan," he whispered causing the tanned boy to open his eyes, landing them straight ahead on Mark's face.

None of them moved, keeping their current position. The atmosphere was calm which made Mark less tense. Haechan seemed to have no problem with laying the way they did as it didn't look like he was going to leave Mark's chest anytime soon.

"I think I just remembered something," the younger spoke in his morning voice which was slightly less audible and loud.

Mark smiled, getting used to the warmth on his chest. "What did you remember?"

Haechan sighed and turned his head so he laid with his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I just remember this feeling. I remember feeling it before I was on the road," he said and Mark listened very closely. "Everything just felt bad and nervous."

"Nervous?" Mark asked.

The younger turned his head back to Mark and nuzzled closer to his body. "Yeah, my heart was beating really fast. Isn't that nervous? You said it yesterday," he rambled.

Mark couldn't help but chuckle. "There are other feelings where your heart starts beating fast. Was it a bad or a good heartbeat?"

Haechan pouted. "Bad."

"Then you were probably scared," the older mumbled. "I hope nothing bad happened to you," he said and stroked the latter's brown hair.

Haechan let out a shaky breath as he lowered his gaze.

"What if something really bad had happened to me?"

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