"markkkkkk...." haechan whined, tugging on his sleeve. "look at me!" mark continued to ignore the boy, finishing his notes. "mark lee!" haechan slapped his arm, and mark turned, hissing. "what?!" haechan pouted. "why were you so rude to jeno earlier? he just wanted to talk about this tv show. we should watch together, he said-" mark cut him off. "he was too close to you. i was just trying to get him to back off." haechan mumbled something that mark didn't quite catch. "what was that?" the tan boy blushed, before grinning and tilting his head. "i said, why don't we come to my house after you finish your notes so we can watch the show? it's called crash landing on you, jeno says..." mark drifted off, nodding at whatever he said. he was staring at haechan's face, resting his head in his hands, before haechan stopped and blinked. "is there something on my face?" mark shook his head, gathering his things and standing. he pulled haechan up, his hands holding haechan's a second too long. "let's go to your house?" haechan nodded excitedly, clapping and talking enthusiastically about a show he just finished while mark just stared.