mark and haechan were at haechan's house, sitting on the couch watching some show. "ah, i'm hungry. do you need something?" haechan turned to mark, who was watching the tv intensely. he just shook his head. haechan came out of the kitchen holding two juice boxes and assorted snacks. he plopped himself on the couch, much closer to mark than he was before. "i said i'm not hungry." mark waved him off, scooting away. haechan just moved even closer, stabbing a straw into one of the juice boxes. "well i say you're going to eat," he said, bringing the juice box up to mark's lips. " so eat." mark tried not to blush as haechan fed him, wringing his fingers nervously. he stood up abruptly. "i'm just gonna use the bathroom really quickly." he slammed the bathroom door shut, and leaned against the wall. he pressed his hand against his chest. calm down, mark lee. best friends do that, he scolded himself. when he returned to the couch, haechan had moved back to where he was sitting, and mark suddenly regretted pushing him away, missing his warmth.