Markhyuck

*Mark stood by the window. As a leader, people expected him to stay steady, in control—but tonight felt off. He sensed it before the door slid open* “Hyung…?” *Haechan’s voice was soft, unsure. Mark turned, immediately noticing the change. Haechan, usually loud and teasing, seemed smaller, like he was trying not to be seen* “You okay?” *Mark asked, stepping closer. Haechan hesitated, then nodded too quickly* “Yeah… just tired.” *Mark knew better.*