WRITER'S BLOCK ⋮ markhyuck

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

The last time Mark was at Dongsook's apartment, he was a guest. The owner took care of him, guiding him through the two rooms. But now Mark planned to live there. Which meant he was as responsible for the house as Dongsook.

"Am I still in charge of laundry?" Mark joked, remembering their university years.

"If you want," Dongsook smirked. "I'll be in charge of cooking then! I'm pretty sure you still don't know a thing of how to cook."

Mark glanced at the cute small kitchen on the corner and sighed in relief that it wouldn't be burnt down any time soon.

"That's right," he agreed in defeat. "I usually order food. I don't have time to cook. I don't learn this way."

"I hope you love instant noodles. I have a lot of them," Dongsook said and even showed a whole kitchen counter full of colorful noodle packs. "Always helps if I don't have anything to eat."

"Is that how your diet works?"

"Silly."

Dongsook helped Mark to get comfortable. She let the male friend put his computer on her always empty desk, creating a man cave for the workaholic guy. Dongsook wanted him to feel at home, so she even asked to put his clothes in the same closet.

"It doesn't look like you have that much," she pointed out, staring at Mark's bag.

He had to reject the closet, though. He thought it was better to keep the clothes in the bag, especially when one day he will leave. The boy didn't say it to Dongsook. He just told her he'll consider the idea if he buys something.

He just couldn't stop thinking that it was still Dongsook's house. He wasn't an alpha male who was ready to claim the whole house and Dongsook too! He didn't need to take every single place in the apartment. He just needed one corner.

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Mark thought that living together with Dongsook would give him never-ending inspiration, just like Taeyong said.

But where was it?

It was the second night at Dongsook's and Mark couldn't even form a sentence. Wearily, he stared at the white computer screen, at a big paragraph he wrote a few days back, and at three words he managed to come up with in two days.

Writer's block. It came back.

Mark didn't know how did it happen. Dongsook, the inspiration for all of his books, was right behind his back, closer than ever. Yet he just couldn't write. Mark started to think that it was exactly why he had a hard time. When lots of kilometers separated him and Dongsook, whenever he met her, Mark was charged by her, the bar of inspiration never went to the lowest. The distance between them was the excitement and challenge that kept Mark up to meet her again and such a mood motivated him to write.

Now that they were in the same room, the inspiration bar must be overflowing but it seemed to be locked. The writer tried to clear his head and focus on the story but nothing was working. Just as he looked at the screen, his thoughts scattered and became a mess.

Getting tired of thinking of the impossible, Mark sighed and turned to Dongsook. His friend was sleeping, resting after twelve hours of modeling. Even so, she still did chores, she worked a lot! And Mark... He looked back at the clock, noticing that he still had five hours to go until it was his turn to sleep.

Five hours of waste. Mark knew that he won't come up with something even in the following hours too. That was how it worked. No matter if he tried to fight it off, the invisible block was unbeatable. There was nothing he was able to do. The block only disappeared on its own.