chapter eight

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"remember all my reminders, you two." doyoung said as he pointed at them. "are we all now clear?"

"yes, sir." the two nodded.

"what are my reminders again?" his eyebrow raised.

"flower bouquet prices are on that wall."

"atm machines are not working for now."

"if there's two kids who get a flower, let them."

and many reminders that the two said, making doyoung smile and nod his head. he was thankful that jaehyun and mark are willing to look for his shop since he will be gone for a while.

probably on a date.

but of course he will deny it if someone asks him where he will be going.

"since we're all now clear, i'm gonna leave now." and he got his bag.

"have fun on your date." mark said.

"thank— i said i'm not going on date!" he hissed which made the two laugh.

if you were curious how doyoung made these two look for his shop, it is just because the two of them are the only ones who don't have a date these past few days.

taeyong is currently busy, that's why jaehyun can't ask him to go out. while mark was still hoping that he will meet haechan again. he also didn't want to ask haechan's friends about him. he was shy.

"you smoke again." mark said as he came out from the shop, leaning against the door while watching jaehyun smoking at the corner.

"i'm bored." the older one said.

"if you clean the shop, you will not feel bored." his eyes rolled.

"are you ordering me, prince lee?" jaehyun asked, raising his eyebrow.

"and if i am?" mark also raised his eyebrow.

"i'm also a prince, you can't order me around whenever you want." and he sticks his tongue out.

"childish, tss." and he rolled his eyes again.

not until his eyes went to the two familiar kids again, the tall one was holding the small one's hand and they were walking cutely.

"mr. dimple is smoking..." the small one said. "he's a bad guy." he told the tall one.

mark looked at jaehyun and there he saw how jaehyun immediately threw his cigarette away.

"dada said it was bad for your health, you should stop smoking, mr. dimple." the tall one said.

"yeah, my bad. i'm sorry." jaehyun said.

"oh, sir mork! you're here again." the small one said and let out a giggles.

"it's mark, kid." he corrected.

"it's mork, sir." he imitated.

"do you need flowers again?" mark asked as he couldn't argue with this kid anymore.

"dada told me i don't need to bring him flowers again," the small one said. "how about you?" he asked the tall one.

"my dada told me that too." the tall one said.

"are you guys not siblings?" jaehyun asked as he sat down to level them, but the tall one suddenly covered his nose.

"you stink, mr. dimple." he whined.

mark suddenly laughed because of that, while jaehyun just let out a pout and moved away. looks like he will never smoke ever again.

"jaeyu and i are cousins!" the small one said as he pointed to himself and the tall one.

"you're so cute," mark giggled as he brushed his hair. "what's your name again?" he asked.

"marco." and he showed his i.d

"what made you guys go here though?" jaehyun asked.

"we want to see uncle doyoung!"

"too bad, kids. doyoung just left since he has a date, but do you want to go inside? we have cookies there." jaehyun said calmly.

"cookies..." marco said as he shook jaeyu's hand.

"uncle chan said you should stop eating sweets because you're sick last time." jaeyu said as he looked at his cousin. "he will be mad, do you want that?"

marco pouted and shook his head before he looked up.

"i'm sorry, sir mork." he pouted.

"aw, it's okay, kid." and he brushed his hair.

"sir mork, my name is marco, not kid." he corrected, which made jaehyun laughed.

"well, my name is mark, not mork." he also corrected his name.

marco just let out a giggle that made mark smile widely, he was really adorable to the point he wanted to adopt him.

"take care," jaehyun said as he waved at the two who were now going to leave.

"stop smoking, mr. dimple. it's bad for your health!" the kid reminded.

"bye bye, sir mork!" the small one said and waved his hand.

mark waved back, the smile didn't even fade on his face. he really found the kid comfortable, it felt like...

they were something related.

"bye bye, sir mork." jaehyun teased, imitating what the kid said.

"you really never get along with kids, aren't you?" he smirked.

"i told you he wasn't scared of my powers!" jaehyun said as he followed mark entering the shop.

"okay, mr. dimple." mark said, teasing him.

they ordered food for their lunch and they decided to wait for it. when it arrives, they assemble it already. they didn't even took long but as soon as they were about to took a bite, the door suddenly opened.

🐻

after leaving the house, haechan went inside his car to pick his son up. he was on leave right now because he felt sick, but he can still do some house chores and other things. he can still take care of marco and give him some time.

before he went to the school, he decided to visit doyoung's shop. probably expecting someone there.

yes, he was expecting to see him.

"hyung—"

he was stopped from calling doyoung as his eyes met the pair of eyes of someone that he wanted to see for almost six years. his heart is already beating fast, butterflies in stomach are wilding.

"h-hey." he gulped.

"d-doyoung is not h-here, w-what can we h-help you?" he stuttered.

"uh, i just want to ask something to him. and expecting someone to be... here." and he smiled a bit.

mark almost threw his chopsticks away because of the smile that haechan suddenly gave to him. he didn't care if he was hearing jaehyun's small laughs.

all he cares about right now is to talk with this beautiful person in front of him.

"yoonoh, can you please leave for a while?" he ordered.

"okay, but before that. can i say something to him first?" he smiled.

"did you really have the audacity to talk to him before i did? leave." and he acted like he was going to kick him.

"haechan, can you say to taeyong if i can court—"

"leave!" mark hissed.

jaehyun just let out a laugh before giving the two privacy, leaving them behind.

"hey, it's been a while..." he smiled. "have a seat." and he pointed to the empty chair.

"i'm actually not going to take long here," haechan said as he smiled. "i just really want to see you."

"fuck, don't say that." mark said as he held his chest.

"w-why? is something happening?" and he immediately went to him.

"it made my heart flutter..." he pouted.

"you asshole." and he suddenly hit his arm.

"i'm telling the truth!" he whined. "but anyways, can i have your number?" and he wiggled his eyebrows.

"here," and haechan showed his phone number. "you changed a lot..." he said as he looked at him head to toe.

"you know, it's been six years," he smiled. "what do you do for a living now?" he asked.

"i'm actually a teacher now, the school is just meters away from here." haechan said. "how about you?"

"me?" and he pointed to himself, suddenly didn’t know what to do.

"tell him you have a business." mark suddenly heard through the wind, instead of thanking him, he cursed at him for eavesdropping on their conversation.

"i have a business," mark said and smiled. "uh, do you mind if i will visit you at school?" he asked.

"that fast?" haechan asked curiously.

"yeah," mark nodded. "i was looking for you for the whole six years, i don't want to waste my time anymore."

haechan stared at mark for a few seconds before he let out a giggles, they just met after six years but the way mark makes haechan's heart flutter is on another level.

"dada is here!"

and there's a kid who struggles to enter since there's a step before you enter the shop.

"dada!"

"marco, my love!"