When Donghyuck got home, a bandage adorning his wrist from the doctors, he found something waiting for him on the couch. Mark was asleep, soft snores escaping his slightly open mouth. He was curled up on himself, still dressed, hair messily ruffled over his forehead.

Donghyuck found a vase of daisies on the coffee table along with dinner. There was a little note stuck on the bag: Eat well, Hyuck-ah.

Donghyuck had no idea what to do with himself anymore. He grabbed a blanket from his room and gently placed it on top of Mark's body, tucking him in and brushing the hair away from his forehead.

"Thanks, Mark hyung," Donghyuck smelled the sweetness of daisies and picked up the bag of take out, slipping into his room quietly.