He was used to feel cold and unworthy. He was used to taking late night walks at two am every night. But maybe all he needed was some warmth to warm the wounds in his heart. So he got in the first taxi he could find and went to home where he knew someone was probably waiting for him…

note: I do not own mark or donghyuck or jeno or doyoung or anyone in this story and this story is whole a creation of my mind, none of those are true just fiction. If you are sensitive or had any physical or mental abuse before please don’t read this cause as a person who also got mentally abused before I don’t want anyone to get hurt more.