His heart skipped a beat and his entire world stopped once he looked Haechan in the eyes, that's why Mark ran off. It had only been a few days since they first met, he needed to wait. Mark needed to know Haechan better. Hell, he didn't even know the other's birthday. The broken mirror just wanted to fall back to sleep, escape all of his problems. Unfortunately, insomnia wanted to keep him up. Along with his anxiety. It stabbed and tortured him, pushing him and encouraging him to fall off of that tightrope. His anxiety wanted him to jump. Mark didn't know what would happen if he did that, but it wasn't good.

     Mark's cold hands were all scratched and bruised. He stared at them with shame and disgust. To say he hated his body, his luck, and his personality would be an understatement. The anger tends to complete it all, the cherry on top. His self-hatred. Being alone was a weird paradise to him.

     The broken mirror found himself yet again at his window, sitting on the floor and watching what was in front of him. If his phone wasn't broken, Mark would've taken a photo. He didn't usually do that, and knowing his luck that phone would be falling 14 floors before he even took the photograph.

     He sat for about 20 minutes before deciding he was bored, closing the window and heading into the kitchen.

     "Hungry..." Mark grumbled, searching through his fridge and cabinets for something to eat. He found nothing but teabags. "Not hungry anymore..."

     Falling back onto his couch, Mark turns the TV on. Everything was so depressing on the news, so he immediately turned it off. His life liked to be boring, it seemed. Boring yet exciting.

     He needed a new job. So he could pay rent. But where would he work? Everything hates him. Yes, he's admitting that he got fired from his last job. Mark was lost, and to be honest a bit scared, too.

     "A...B...C...D...E...F...G...no that's not working..." Broken mirror growled, tired of whatever his life was. He felt himself dip into one of his frequent visits of sadness. It happened every day at this point. But why was he so sad..? No one knows that answer. Maybe God, but he didn't believe in such a thing.

     "1...2...3...4...5...5...5...5...7...1...1...9..."

     "Bored. Call Taeyong. Oh, wait," He giggles, falling off of the couch and staring up at the ceiling. "You don't have a phone, idiot."

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     Lee Donghyuck let a shaky sigh fall between his lips, still dumbfounded. He'd never seen Mark so bold before, so, out there. The other was so shy it almost shocked Haechan when they met. He can't deny that he's in love. It's cliché, he knows that. Falling in love at first sight. Cliché, cliché, cliché. The sunflower wanted to tell him how he felt, but it was way too early. What's Mark's favorite color? Birthday? Hell, age? It frustrated Donghyuck so so much. He wanted to know everything about Mark. What was his favorite time of the day? Favorite tea? Coffee? Fuck it, he was just going to have to ask Mark himself. But now was not the time, the other was sleeping. Waking him up (again) to ask him random questions would be rude and weird.

     He had never mentioned it before but in his mind, Mark had a nickname.

     "Starlight" The boy silently spoke, looking out his window.

     It sounded poetic, and to that it was. He loved poetic names. Moon, Rose, Lily, Honey. Those were just a few of many. So, shall we try this again? Shall we tell a different story?

     Would you like to start us off, Donghyuck?

"The sun, the starlight,"
๑Meeting again at sunset.
๑The sun holds a rose,
๑The starlight holds his bruised heart,
๑And the moon, waiting, hopeful.