One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Donghyuck's losing hope.

Four hours.

Yet no Mark went.

He sighed, already gave up. Ready to leave the place, a small cabin, that they made years ago. When they were still college kids (Taeyong helped them build it though). He couldn't contain his tears. “Do love really hurts like this?” He asked himself, then opened the door.

“ you, heart. Stop making me miserable.” He stepped outside and felt the breeze. He remembered those happy times. When their first anniversary came, Mark surprised him there. With lots of sunflowers and teddy bears. Ah, he shouldn't be thinking about that. He quietly sobbed.

“Did you think I won't come?”

That voice. He was surely hallucinating. This was the result of not sleeping. Donghyuck slapped his cheek a little bit too harsh for his liking. He heard the creak of the cabin's door. “Come on in, it's quite cold, Donghyuck.”

He must really be hallucinating so he just walked to get out of the place. To his surprise, a hand caught his arm and pulled him inside the cabin. He was forcefully took a seat and Mark sat in front of him.