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#4: Mel. Milk. Markgeolli?

Chapter Four: "Mel. Milk. Markgeolli?"

Mark had driven Haechan to the clinic and by the time they were back, it was past 12. Haechan's shoulders slumped as he tugged his jacket closer in the elevator and Mark placed a supportive arm around him.

"I want to sleep," Haechan murmured.

"There's porridge at home," Mark said softly. "After you eat and take your medicines, you can sleep however long you want."

Haechan sulked in disappointment, leaning against Mark who held him. Haechan clutched his shirt as he pressed his forehead against Mark's jaw. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, Mark's scent giving him a sense of comfort.

It was not a hassle when they entered the dorm. The members let Haechan pass through, only passing him sympathetic smiles or encouraging pats on the back as the sick boy gave them a weak smile before he headed into his room.

The members however, bombarded Mark with their concerns who patiently calmed them down, informing them of his condition which was not too worrying.

"He just needs a lot of rest," he had repeated the doctor's words.

"Hyung, take this to him," Jaemin scooped porridge into a bowl. "It's warm and it's better if he eats now."

Mark nodded at Jaemin's words and took the bowl in his hands.

The Dreamies had assumed taking of care of Haechan to be Mark's responsibility and so did Mark himself. Whenever one of them got sick, it was always the roommate that took up the role.

Mark did not know if it was because they shared a room but coincidentally or not, their roommates were the ones each of them were closest to in the team.

"Haechan," Mark called.

The younger boy was cuddled up in Mark's bed, the blanket pulled up to his neck and still wearing his jacket.

"I don't want to," he whined.

Mark placed the bowl on the bedside table between their beds and sat beside him. "Come on, you're not a baby."

"I am," Haechan huffed.

Mark couldn't help but laugh. "Alright baby, should I feed you then?"

Haechan turned pink. The nickname was supposed to be a joke but it made his heart flip with the way Mark's voice sounded so domestic to his ears.

On the other hand, Mark was oblivious to the effect his words had on him.

The next moment, a spoonful of porridge was brought to his mouth. Haechan made a face, his distaste overpowering his flustered state.

"Haechan, please," Mark said softly and it took almost a half hour before he could coax half the bowl into Haechan's stomach.

"No more, please Mark," Haechan pleaded.

The taste was bland and he could not bear the torture of tasteless food no longer.

Mark looked down at the bowl, seeing that only a little was left. "Alright, just stay up a little more. I'll get you your meds and then you can sleep."

Haechan nodded, letting Mark's thumb slide over his lips to wipe the hint of porridge at the corners of it.

It sent a shiver down his spine.

As he watched Mark leave the room, he wondered why he was starting to get affected by the smallest things when it came to Mark. It all didn't make sense.