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Donghyuck has a hard time sleeping, for he wonders and assumes and concludes without solid evidence besides from the fact that Mark was jealous of him and Yukhei based on a game earlier. Rawr, the sound the lion makes. Lion, the animal Donghyuck had named Mark because he looks like one. Another rare case, Donghyuck adds before finally losing off the thoughts as the darkness invades his vision.

Donghyuck convinces himself to not wish again, as if that superstition will even happen anyway. So assured of himself, neglecting the power of the stars, just because of what happened last night. Donghyuck has a bright smile on his face when he sees his friends. Oh Donghyuck, still poor when it comes to decision making. So, to cease the discourse on his mind, he asks Yangyang and Renjun to clarify things.

An opinion and advice from his rascals of a friend wouldn't matter and is extremely the least thing he would do but desperate times calls for desperate measures. So he tells them of the seven stars and its ability to grant wishes, apparently. I grew. Donghyuck smacks him in the head and Yangyang bursts an ugly laugh when Renjun's specs fall into his arms, luckily. My love life is at peril! Donghyuck swears to choke him and Renjun lunges forward to fight him while Yangyang just sits there, brain still processing, his lips ajar as his brain blanks out, "Huh?

But wait, Jaemin and Renjun? Donghyuck is lost. He wants to ask Yangyang but he seems much more clueless than him and very oblivious. Donghyuck continues his classes. He chuckles, finding it funny how Neurology, his favorite class, somehow got boring. He tries to focus on his professor as he tackles the approach to neurological syndromes. He forces close his laptop, unable to type and add in more data on his research, mind blanking out and travelling on what seems to be the wire connections of his friend, Renjun and his dear Mark to Jaemin.

He hisses then massages his temples, like his mind just popped a nerve. So he texts his number one pain reliever. Donghyuck smirks, finally having the time of his life as knowledge flows nonstop, filling about two pages worth of datas until the inevitable comes, the distraction.

His phone pops open, his wallpaper catching his eye. He pops open his imessage. Donghyuck blushes at the winking emoji, puts down his phone and exhales heavily, covering his face with both of his hands. He gets out of the avr and tries his best to avoid Yukhei's annoying ass to talk about the game last night or whatever unfinished business he has with him and goes straight to the gym earlier than he is supposed to. He quickly changes into his training jersey for a friendly match with some of the Hot Shots that are coming over.

He goes to the court and throws in a couple of shots which all goes bad. He continues shooting for fifteen minutes straight but none of the ball lunges into the hoop.

Suddenly there's a squeaky sound from a pair of sneakers that definitely isn't his and he turns around to see Mark carrying a plastic bag. His black NASA shirt is wrinkled and his hair a bit disheveled like he ran the three buildings apart from the gym to his building.

He has a cheeky smile as he pops open the lid and hands Donghyuck the bottle of cold water from the bag, greeting him softly. Mark shakes his head, biting the insides of his cheek to stop the gentle smile from widening, his prominent cheekbones displaying. They play one versus one and as expected neither of them had scored in the past twenty minutes so they lay on the vinyl flooring, gasping for air.

He breathes heavily as he sits up, looking at Mark. There are no words exchanged in between them after, just the tension that unknowingly came out of nowhere. His heart pounds heavily and loudly, not wanting to know if it's from dehydration or Mark, to which is probably both. Donghyuck watches Mark get up and goes straight to the benches where his Jansport backpack is. He lies down again, closing his eyes, catching his breath. Letting the comfort of the cold cement take over control of his body.

He senses Mark sitting down besides near his head. He gets startled when he feels a shocking cold damp cloth presses down on the expanse of his forehead. Mark rubs the cloth gently on his face. He rubs gently on his temples, around his head and then down to his neck. Donghyuck turns to his back. Flipping and lying down on his stomach, so Mark can access on his back to dry the sweat. Donghyuck feels the cloth on the skin beside his ear then slowly down to his nape, where he suspiciously rubs a bit longer and applying more pressure like there's some unremovable mark he wants to get rid of.

All this, not breaking eye contact. Donghyuck slaps his hand away from him, snorting. Mark purses his lips, leaning his head back as he takes in the daggers being thrown. It was every time! I remember on the supermarket, when I was reaching for the fruit loops on the lowest shelf, you farted! Mark claps his hand, laughing at what seems to be the legendary fart story ever as Donghyuck barks, his face all twisted in anger. And worse because the ladies at my back thought it was me!

Tears pooling on the corners of his eyes as he dies of laughter. Must be from that night, he thinks. A good minute or two passes, they both sit up to withhold the cold from the floor seeping through their skin. Mark softens and fixes his posture. The usual. Donghyuck opens his lips, but no words come out. He thought it's better to keep silent as his question won't matter anyway.

Mark only smiles and leaves immediately when Renjun calls him. Donghyuck has a soft smile on his face and then it is gone the moment Jaehyun enters the gym still in his skinny jeans, some polo shirt, and a snap bag on his chest. Donghyuck, without even glancing to make sure it was their captain, threw the ball exactly at him with heavy pressure. Jaehyun catches it though, a playful smirk planted on his face to which Donghyuck wished he could rip off.

Jaehyun's smirk gets bigger and tilts his head as he observes Donghyuck, he doesn't even deny nor flinch from the word "boyfriend". Jeno catches him as he falls, exhausted as they finish the final round, losing to their opponent — some random seniors Yukhei has invited over for a friendly match. When he picks out nothing, he takes out his phone and takes a picture of his neck and right there is a glorious dark reddish purple bruise that is obviously gotten from sucking.

He suddenly remembers the way Mark has been rubbing hardly on his nape earlier, his disappointing eyes and his sour expression as he does that. A mark he never knew who put. Did he think Mark was the one who made that? Is that what the congratulations is for? He thinks of his past actions that may lead to this consequence and he ends up holding one plate in his hand, the one thing that will make sense. He curses and infuriatingly grabs his duffel bag and walks out of the gym.

He goes home at exactly nine and like usual, he sees Mark on the balcony. He smiles beamingly at the sight and goes straight to him and asks what are the discoveries for this day. He sits down with him beside the love seat and Mark motions him the take-out from his favorite Chinese noodle house placed on the table. He watches the corner of Mark's lips rise while his eyes are on the telescope.

He senses deja vu. Mark goes straight to bed and leaves Donghyuck alone on the balcony when he wraps up the exploration of the day. He rubs the painful sensation and looks at the table.

So was he with Jaemin at the library? Studying about space? Definitely, possibly, and maybe beyond that. Sure he gets jealous of the idea of Mark making out with Jaehyun or Jaemin and in public, and or the fact it was during Neo's championship celebration — in which Donghyuck had heavily participated and contributed.

But what ticks him off, what gets him really sad and broken is when a person takes over his position on Mark. Like Jaemin, he was studying about space with him, he's pretty sure Jaemin fucking hates Science, he's an Economics student as Renjun say one time — Yangyang smacks him and asks how Renjun knows anyone's business not just from SMU but literally from anywhere including the Hot Shots from a different university.

The Chinese just shrug. Donghyuck slumps at the couch and manages to find himself getting lost at the stars once again. And so he considers counting them. Ignoring all the ambivalent decisions he has been making since the morning. He falls in love even more with the stars, nothing seems to shine brighter in his eyes but the light of hope. The wind blows, the strands of his hair flying in its places, the leaves sway, dancing beneath the star light. And so he wishes. He keeps saying the same thing —his wish— repeatedly whilst his eyes are closed, breathing deeply.

He goes back inside, unaware of the one particular star that blinked just now as he wished. Unaware of one particular journal — that has the maple leaf imprinted, the flag of Canada — on the table that didn't contain astronomy. The wind blew the small journal open, landing from page to page where a neat handwriting displays very well written and beautiful entries of sonnets and poems particularly about someone. Donghyuck wakes up, groggy, his phone blasting his all time marimba alarm, snoozing for every five minutes.

He turns it off and a notification pops from Renjun. Donghyuck ignores the message and turns off his phone. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the total darkness in the room, the muffled noise coming from the television outside his room and a pale light seeping through the hole beneath his door. Fucking seriously? As soon as he opens the door, the smell of some shit burning from the kitchen wafts in the whole dorm. And then he sees Mark on the stove.

What a fucking great way to start his evening. He is wearing an apron with bear prints on it, his raven hair disheveled, Donghyuck looks at it and fights the urge to run his hand through.

Mark throws the raw egg into the plate and garnishes it with a bit of parsley to make it look fancy, and some ramen that he heated up in the microwave. Donghyuck literally melts when he sees two bowls with equal amounts of effort laid to it and a glass of milk he prepared for Donghyuck. He goes to the table and tastes the egg and his face curls. He curses, it was the fucking saltiest egg he ever had in his life, he pictures Mark sprinkling it with the salt sprinkler but then the lid falls off and everything pours into the poor egg and so he screams and with that Mark turns around and shrieks too.

His heart warms up even if the saltiness burns his tongue, because Mark is putting so much effort on just a normal Saturday dinner. He raises his thumbs, trying to put a smile on his wrinkled face.

Mark scrunches his nose at that, a satisfied smile making its way on his lips somehow. They both eat silently. Even if the egg tasted horrible, like literally the egg from hell, he would still eat if it means appreciating Mark's effort, hard work, literally blood, sweat and tears. He would moan in goodness and chew slowly to really fill in that flavor of the virgin coconut oil colliding with the rock salt. Donghyuck coughs, he can't do this anymore.

He chokes, Mark unaware. Mark takes it as a compliment, his lips tugging up ah the confidence is building up , all smiley lovey dovey towards Donghyuck. The smug look on Mark's face intensifies before he replies. The smirk planted in Mark's face quickly fades along with the rising confidence and boastfulness. Donghyuck laughs harder each and every time his reaction pops into his head again whilst begging Mark to give his plate back.

Mark literally smacks him every minute as he laughs with all his might, unable to finish his dinner. No, you're Satan himself. I will never ever cook again or will care anything about what you put in that harsh and bad mouth of yours.

Donghyuck gasps as he goes straight to the bathroom and turns to Mark. All I put in my beautiful mouth of mine is no other than food. Donghyuck closes the door to shower. Mark growls into the throw pillow he shields his face with. He comes out from the bathroom in his pyjamas.

He wonders about the sudden change of his tone and mood. Donghyuck obliges though, aware of the sudden tension. He could feel it that he wished he could cut it with a knife. Mark never took his eyes off of him, as he swallows every liquid in the glass, as he washes it, places it back to the cabinet, and as he heads to Mark on the sofa. He never breaks it until Donghyuck finally sits down at the other end of the couch and is greeted by a long frown. Mark plays the first episode of Start Up and no noise resides within other than the voices from the tv.

An hour passes, Donghyuck keeps talking about his opinions on the drama but still he doesn't respond. So keeps on babbling that he unconsciously mutes whatever Mark is mumbling about. Mark doesn't budge, his frown stretching even more. Donghyuck crunches his forehead, baffled, swallowing down the excitement — just by thinking of food after the unsatisfying dinner — to unravel Mark and the sudden shift of mood. I heard your stomach? But Donghyuck, oh he could see right through him alright. So he squeezes more into him.

There it is. Donghyuck successfully juices it out. He breathes sharply and tries to act distracted until he pops. Sorry for the horrible dinner. But he appreciates the effort and when in fact he still ate the food he prepared. I appreciate it, truly. Donghyuck stays at the balcony after putting a blanket over him.

Admiring the stars that were earlier visible in Mark's orbs. The wind blows softly, allowing some leaves to dance until it lands on his face. The stars gleam and he takes it as a sign to continue counting them. Heck, I don't know about you but I think Donghyuck casted a spell over him or something.

Because ever since the championship celebration at the bar, all I ever hear coming from his mouth is Donghyuck! Donghyuck this, Donghyuck that. God, we barely talked about Avengers! You know? Renjun snorts, shaking his head unbelievably and snorts when he glances at the door, "Well speaking of the devil. His lower lip is bitten by his teeth, trying to swallow the smile as he clutches the inside pockets of his leather jacket. Either way, Renjun is just amazing at this especially when it comes to Donghyuck.

Not that Yangyang is clueless or that he just joined the club a little bit late. He blushes just by thinking of Mark sulking over his sunny side up egg. The bell chimes as he goes inside, his neon green hoodie attracting every customer as it glows when the light hits it and bounces to every tile in the room.

His overly used Vans make that irritating squeaky noise. Donghyuck tenses as he notices something unusual. He groans in response and sits on the stool with a loud thud, dropping his backpack on the table. Donghyuck confirms this change in appearance when Mark steadies his head, staring blankly at the decorated wall beside their table where a nineties intergalactic wars poster is hanging.

Renjun snorts. The two of his devil friends give him faces of distaste. With Mark joining their little gang, all they talk about are the possibilities of an unknown universe at the other side of the black hole.

Yangyang slides into the conversation easily, quite invested despite majoring in law and loathes how Renjun and Mark have the same goal of flying out to space and plans to meet on the Moon or Mars one day, to have a coffee and talk. Donghyuck hates the subtle teases Yangyang is giving him. With this unfair treatment bs? How disappointing of you, really. Moon bit your head off at Biochem or something? You know that. Will that at least recompense you for the endless ranting I throw you?

What would Mark be ranting about? What would he be stressed about that only can Renjun be allowed to hear? There are two. It might be stuff related to their subjects since they both major in BS Physical Science or it could be Jaemin. All you do is complain. You should thank the Lord for providing you such a meal. I'm literally aware of the uncooked dry chicken to which I paid with my own money from working my ass off. Donghyuck is right, although this type of Renjun is not unusual therefore, something is ticking him off and Donghyuck is interested, so he mentally takes a note in his brain to try and squeeze something out of him later.

The next time Donghyuck decides to steal another mojo, his chicken untouched, Mark switches their plates and starts cutting his chicken in pieces. He tenses but proceeds to stand up and act normal, he hums out a response, barely inaudible. Renjun bats him an eye, his lips twitching.

They wait for Yangyang outside, standing at the corner of the block. Jaemin waves, but certainly not to Donghyuck. What was that about? Yangyang comes out seconds later, hyperactive as he retells the story of his wonderful experience inside the intergalactic bathroom where he meets a guy he fusses to be the long lost love of his life. Donghyuck ignores the searing eyes of Renjun, they let Yangyang talk and talk while the two walk silently behind him.

Renjun rubs comforting circles on his back. Donghyuck chuckles at him, shaking his head. Donghyuck figures it out as soon as Jaemin drives off with Mark. The conclusion he has on his head, the most accurate one, leaves him bitter and in pain.

His mind goes back to the night he sees the both of them, at the championship party. Donghyuck splits with Yangyang and Renjun soon and the latter gives him a comforting smile before disappearing.

He walks down the alley back to their dorms, head hanging as he faces the pitch black sky, flickered with sparkling dust. Donghyuck takes in a deep sharp breath, Mark is slowly slipping off from his hands and he blames it all for his cowardice. With a heavy heart, Donghyuck holds onto his wish tightly as he counts for seven stars and the stars never fail to respond to his wish, gleaming and winking at him, sending the wind as comfort for his breaking heart.

Donghyuck lays in his stomach as he endlessly switches the channel on the television, his chin prompted on a pillow, foot dangling where his ankle is bandaged. He purposely furrows his eyebrows, forces a frown and maintains a blank expression while his insides are screaming, butterflies flapping inside his stomach as he peeks at Mark cooking for him.

Well, not technically cooking, but reheating a soup he bought somewhere in the middle of the weeping clouds. Mark quickly sets the fire in low heat, rushes inside his room and soon gets out in his sleepwear, his iconic gray hoodie and some basketball shorts. He sets the bowl of soup on their coffee table in the middle of the tv and couch, and brings out the bucket of chicken wings and some side dishes.

Donghyuck sits with his left leg sprawled where the bandaged ankle rests. Donghyuck squirms opening his lips, struggling for air, his ankle hitting the glass table in the process and he yelps. To back track, the Neos had a spare time earlier at four in the afternoon and invited some of the Hot Shots and they ended up playing four versus four. Unsurprisingly, Jaemin is there. Long story short, Donghyuck has a broken ankle and a broken heart. Just tell me that you hate it when I call Jaemin as your boyfriend.

That everything is a misunderstanding or anything, just please, open up to me, Mark. Tell me things. What are you and Jaemin? Donghyuck thinks, opens his mouth to voice it out, but fails to do it. Donghyuck hums instead and stays like that for seconds before Mark guides him back to the couch and this time offers to feed him properly.

Mark then hands him the bowl, his hands a bit shaky, the tips of his ears red. Donghyuck eats with satisfaction, the smile creeping unknowingly on his lips, humming in every swallow, enjoying the blant food ten times more. Mark catches the sight of it as he picks up the empty take out boxes. Mark prepares a warm bath and helps Donghyuck inside the bathroom. Mark then kneels in front of him and slowly unwraps the bandage, revealing swollen ankles. Loving the warmth of his hands to his flushed skin.

Donghyuck nods, covering his torso with his arms, the redness climbing from his chest up to his cheeks and ears. The last time Mark had done this for him was two years ago, when he broke his shin. Donghyuck can pinpoint the fact that nothing had changed, from the way Mark has been treating him before and now, feeding, taking a bath, changing his bandage, taking his time with Donghyuck with full patience even if it clashes with his supposed schedule of reading his articles and doing research and plates.

Maybe he really liked this. Donghyuck laughs, handing the sponge to Mark while he pours the body soap, starting from the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Donghyuck laughs again, this time fully facing Mark, looking at him in the eye while Mark lets his eyes roam over the glowing skin slowly disappearing beneath the bubbles and the lavender scent.

Donghyuck hands him the loofah and the first thing Mark did is to scrub on his nape, it intensifies a second later when he pours water over it then he scrubs again. Mark stops immediately, soothing it with a warm soapy massage to help ease the pain.

Donghyuck instead gets his hands and guides him to his front with a pouty smile, prompting him to continue. His eyes are roaming everywhere, Donghyuck notices. From his hair, to his eyes, nose, a bit longer on his lips, god much longer on his collar bones then to his chest which he quickly scans, to his stomach then to his pelvis, certainly not on his dick by the way.

He then starts scrubbing his right thigh then to his leg. He gulps and soon groans loudly when Mark clumsily hits his injured ankle with his elbows. Donghyuck shrieks as he falls on top of Mark then groans more in pain as his injured ankle lands fast and heavily on the tile. The corners of his eyes sting, closing them painfully. Mark panics.

Suddenly the door flies open, banging loud on the wall. Mark looks up from where the door is widely opened, where four people stand, jaws dropping. Mark looks up to Donghyuck, still in pain. He tries maneuvering them to a sitting position and Donghyuck hisses, still in pain while holding his swelling ankle. Donghyuck inhales sharply as the wet heavy clothed arms and torso of Mark press on his bare naked back and chest.

Donghyuck only hums and lets the silence consume the both of them. Then Renjun comes in, which is a good thing because Mark had loosen his grip on Donghyuck, seemingly calm. Both of their heads peep as the rest of their friends come inside the bathroom. Yangyang comes in next, holding a towel, fixes the stool as Yukhei carries the whining Donghyuck effortlessly and sits him down on the chair. Renjun then steps to them, grabbing Mark by his arms then kicks him out on his butt.

He sighs, looking down on his shirt and shorts, all wet and soapy. He goes to his room to change, goes back to the living room and sits on the couch, letting himself be distracted by the annoying voices of his friends coming from the bathroom. I got a glittered one man! Kinda itchy though. What the actual fuck, this is some hoarse betrayal shit. Lee Jeno! Renjun finishes rinsing him and Yangyang happily dries him with the towel then Yukhei carries him again to transfer him to his room to get change.

Donghyuck encircles his arm on his neck for support. Donghyuck dramatically coos at his friends and teases them of how sweet and concerned they are for him. As soon as Yangyang opens the bathroom door, Mark immediately stands up, seemingly wanting to take care of the rest for Donghyuck, but of course Renjun disapproves. Mark grunts, sitting defeatedly on the couch with Yangyang with a loud huff. Renjun closes the door as they let Donghyuck sit on his bed and takes out a fresh pair of pyjamas and his favorite hoodie.

They turn around to let him change and then guide him back outside for what seems like ten minutes later. Mark worryingly glances at Donghyuck and moves to him when Renjun finally gets away from him to get food in their kitchenette. Yukhei has already offered his arms for support but Mark unstoppably walks up to them and guides Donghyuck on his other arm. Mark quickly moves and makes sure to let him sit at the end of the sofa and he quickly occupies the only available seat next to him.

Mark lets out a triumphant smile as Yukhei huffs and goes to Renjun, irritated. Renjun, did you buy me the seven piece nuggets? You told me to buy the twenty piece one.

I got three boxes of it. He brings a stool to sit besides him. Donghyuck hears Mark curse silently so he watches him stand up and get back with a glass of water and medicine on his hand. His friends go home later that night, Renjun scolding him once more for being so careless while Yangyang and Jeno pat him comfortably. Yukhei holds his hand, pressing them softly while he bids goodbye.

He tenses at the habit. He suddenly remembers when Mark mentioned him being jealous of Yukhei, so he tries his luck out, seemingly bold. Mark chokes, eyes opening at a sudden. That would be a menace. His throat burning, the pits of his stomach churning. It stings. He wants to ask just to confirm if his assumptions are right. The sheets are nowhere near warm as he tugs them closer to his chest, nodding his head. He fights the urge to call Mark and hug him to sleep.

His feet cold, from both the cold compress and the pang of pain. Donghyuck carefully turns to his other side, where his huge window displays the beautiful starry night. The pitch black sky full of gleaming stars. Donghyuck has high hopes of the superstition, making a fool of himself for actually trusting the stars to grant his wish.

He raises his hand and smiles when he forms a Canis Major with the stars, the greater dog. He counts them.

That night, he once again sleeps with a stinging heart and a swelling ankle. He tries to massage his scalp to his temples. Ears, nose, cheeks flushed. There are dark bags under his eyes and his lips are pale. But this day — is your day. Renjun catches the pillow anyways and uses it to hit Donghyuck on his face. That easy. Donghyuck sits up, exhaling heavily coming deep within his chest. He sips on his Jamba juice, staring deeply into his eyes as he waits for an answer.

The Jaemin Na? The Chinese chuckles, observing every detail of the shirt, on the way it fits him. And very much boyfriend material — with all the smart life hacks you have beneath your sleeve, with the way you cook simply but feels like home and filled with love, with the warmth you spread and you radiate just by wearing hoodies and naturally being clingy.

Donghyuck, do you know how attractive you look? How good and mesmerizing you look just by walking beneath the sun? Everyone would melt around you and their hearts will be all warm.

Donghyuck beams at him amusingly, speechless at first until he finally finds the words and picks up his tongue. His lips letting go of the paper straw. Some character improvement there Huang, I see, I see. That many? Renjun gasps, covering his mouth like he had just said something akin to a secret. His face twists by the sudden smug and energy rising from his friend. Donghyuck gives off a shriveling look, hating the way he gets more curious of Renjun's acting, with all that he said.

In fact, his curiosity of finding out who these people are will absolutely positively do him good. He also remembered how Mark had given him a nickname back in time when they were fourteen. After deliberating, he smiles a little with a hint of dissatisfaction for not being able to feed his curiosity.

The Chinese hums, bringing out money from his wallet. Yangyang has been pacing around the dorm for an hour, pieces of clothing scattered in every corner of the living room, on the tables and chairs as he digs and digs deeper on his closet for something semi-formal and casual.

It reeked of alcohol and smoke. Is it fine? He corrects in his head, he tends to borrow or maybe steal his clothes just because. You were wearing it last Wednesday dude, since you fell asleep when Yukhei and Renjun brought you here, I put you into a more comfy sleeping shirt, ya know? After staring at the shirt, the green coconut tree pattern finally clicked into his mind.

He wore it last Wednesday according to Yangyang, which is also the day the championship party, the day thywent out for drinks to celebrate, the day Donghyuck first counted the stars, the day Donghyuck had realize he was fucking up, the day he saw Mark and Jaemin sucking the soul out of their bodies through their lips.

Donghyuck was pretty sure he had fallen asleep drunkenly on the rooftop of the bar but how did he end up here. He hears Yangyang grunt from his room, his shadow visible from the opened door. God that was so traumatizing to hear about. Took me a whole day to process shit. Young Boyz Dead Wrong Phips On Top CarTime Cash Out Trifecta Workout Feat.

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