devil | markhyuck

mark smiled staring at the beauty across from him. the light, delicate features shone under the white light of the moon.

he brought his hand up to touch the beauty, only for his hand to pass right through him. mark sighed. it was only his dreams.

every night, he would dream of this beauty, yet he has never met him before. confusion always filled mark's senses when it happened.

it always felt so real too.

he haunts his dreams.

he's the devil himself.

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oi, stan clc

<jae