"Hm?" Mark ask, shrugging his right shoulder a little when he gets no reply. Jaebum just grunts in protest and presses his cheek further into the fabric of Mark's sweater. There is no way Jaebum is comfortable standing like that, hands dangling at his side with his face buried in the crook of Mark's neck - It looks comical actually, and Youngjae doesn't miss the opportunity to point and giggle from across the room at his expense - but when Mark tries to grab Jaebum's arm and move him to sit on the stool next to him the younger man doesn't budge, curling his fingers petulantly into Mark's jacket instead. 

"Give me five," Jaebum murmurs against Mark's nape. And even though Mark quirks an eyebrow at the leader's uncharacteristically-but surprisingly not rare- childlike behavior he nods, going back to scrolling through his phone and letting Jaebum be.

When Jaebum presses closer Mark can't help but smile with mirth, leaning his head to the side to give Jaebum some space to nuzzle comfortably against the column of his neck, the tips of his eyelashes brushing against Mark's skin as they flutter closed.

Guess even 'tsunderes' need to recharge. 

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What a contrast to the last drabble, heh.
Comments are lovely :)
PS: There are more coming, slowly but surely!