#( haneul feat. mark. )

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"That's rude," he joked in response. Thinking about the question, he let out a slight hum. "I guess it's not so much the tickling aspect, but I like being touched. Make sense?" It felt a little weird saying it since they weren't exactly an official item, but they might as well have been at this point. "But to answer your question, yes, some people do laugh. I laughed during sex before but it's not a full-out belly laugh. It's usually 'cause I find something cute, or like the very first time, I kinda bumped foreheads with the person and that did call for a little bit of laughter," Haneul admitted. "I don't think you could be a killjoy for me, don't worry." "I promise that I won't force things and that I won't overwork myself," he told Mark, and he meant it. He would do his best to stay off the shelf and out of harm's way after he was able to be back on the fields. "I won't be getting hurt on purpose, that I can assure you of." In fact, the longer Haneul was away from the field, it jeopardized his education. Unlike his sister, he wasn't as intellectually gifted so he heavily relied on his athleticism during this time. Mark hadn't told him to stop so he didn't. His hand continued the motion, though Haneul kept it innocent. His hands stayed above the waist and he drew small patterns on the other male's back from time to time when his hand would get a bit tired. It didn't feel weird or awkward like it probably should have -- that was another reason why Haneul felt like this was right. Why he wanted to just go for it. The athlete let out a laugh, his chest rising and falling repeatedly as he did. Haneul knew that Mark would pick up on the innuendo. "Of course, I know what it means, been living by it since high school," that part wasn't a lie, but the innuendo was just an opportunity that presented itself. "I'm good with pizza. Go ahead and order it... but I'm not sure if I'm gentleman enough to share one dipping sauce. That's my red flag."

Mark felt himself trying to find a way into the bed, his body matching onto Haneul as lego pieces get together, finding a right spot where their bodies clinged together. "I am kinkshaming you." Mark teased the man back, his finger instead of poking him, glazed around the man's ribs before moving back up. "How does even tickling work as a… you know, sex thing? Do people laugh during sex? It doens't seem hot." He joked. "I mean, not wanting to be a killjoy for you, thought." he teased the man once again.

"the only way you can get to me for this, is by taking care of yourself more and not forcing yourself." mark did have many things to do, but he knew he could also let it a bit for Emma, his sister, he had tried recently to have his own life, but it was hard indeed. "yes, and all I am is someone who doesn't want you to get hurt."

But Mark knew. The man's job sometimes called for such a thing. The hand on his back didn't fall unnoticed, there was clear goosebumps as the man went down his body, Mark felt ashamed that maybe the man could feel it, but at some point they would be feeling each others bodies like this, Mark should get used to it by now.

"A sweet taste with Pineapple? You mean…" He laughed, threatening to move away from the innuendo of the man's words. "You know what that means, right, you nasty man!" He said.

"We should have pizza, easy to eat without being a mess."

[thewatchau]

News from the Foreign Kingdom of Haneul!

Fellow Watchers,

Beyond the northern borders of Duilintinn, King Mark of Haneul has once again proven his boundless faith in his kingdom’s ability to accomplish more than just chaos and disarray. 

The king’s goal is deceptively simple; to raise half a million in funds that will aid the homeless youth in his kingdom. As if that’s not enough, King Mark has declared he will not sleep until the goal is reached. 

Chaotic, hilarity-filled events have begun in every corner of the kingdom where citizens can come together, celebrate, donate, and watch their local champions show off in feats of brain and brawn. True to his word, King Mark is keeping awake by riding throughout the land, making appearances at all of the festivities he encounters. This merrymaking is expected to run long into the night, and many citizens have pledged to follow King Mark in his sleepless vigil until their goal is reached.

Let us never forget how the madness and tumult of Haneul can be harnessed as a force for good, with power seemingly far beyond mortal means, under the guidance of King Mark and his ceaseless belief in his people. The celebrations have barely begun, and yet, as if further proof was needed, the people of Haneul have already raised ten percent of their goal! 

May we seek such passion in our own endeavors.

With Celebration,

Bard Emily Keyes

Written to fellow members of The Watch in the Second Month of the Year One Thousand Six Hundred and Fourteen.

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[nvrlcnds]

“Both,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Haneul was being playful, but he wasn’t lying either. He enjoyed the simple touches and any affection he was shown. It was easy to make him fold when it came to those things. “Hey, are you kink-shaming me?” The athlete pretends to be offended as the question leaves his mouth.

“Are you sure? I know I can get annoying with all the questions and the reassurance, but I feel like I owe you in some way after this,” which was true. Mark was taking time out of his schedule to tend to Haneul’s needs. “It’s okay. I tend to worry a lot too when it comes to others so I can’t knock you for that, and I love having you in my company. I can accept you for all you are,” he mused.

Haneul quickly noticed the reaction he had gotten out of Mark with the bit of hands-on affection, though he chose not to put the other male on the spot, knowing that he controlled himself a lot when they were together made it that much harder. Despite the reaction, the hand hadn’t stopped. His hand moved along Mark’s back gently as they began to talk about why to eat. Haneul debated going for it, turning his daydream of kissing Mark into reality. Maybe he would test the waters later on when their food was delivered and they weren’t waiting on anyone to possibly ruin it.

The pet name slipping from Marks's mouth didn’t go unheard, it had brought an even bigger smile to Haneul’s face. Though he wondered if Mark realized that he picked up on it, as his hand had paused momentarily on the other male's lower back upon hearing the slip but continued once more a moment later. “I’m a pineapple lover. I love a sweet taste,” Haneul said, knowing that it could be taken as an innuendo, but he didn’t mind. “What are you in the mood to eat? You can order whatever and as much as you’d like,” he was a generous guy, but he purposely went above and beyond for Mark when he could.

"you like being touched or you like being tickled by me? that's a kink, you know that right?" he teased the man, smiling back at him, moving his shoulder, hiding on a chuckle.

"it's not a bother, really." mark said, moving slowly to get more comfortable around the man, a hum moving out of sleep feeling on the kiss on his head as his own arm went to lay on the man's chest and hip, placing it there innocently as he tried to get even more closer. it was like he couldn't help the magnetism of him. "just… I'm just a worrying person, you will have to learn to deal with that." he said, chuckling right after.

as the man shifted the position, he could feel the hand moving down to his back and mark's body was way too sensitive for such a sudden movement, a groan left his lips, and his face went warm. his body leaning more into him. fuck, he did want haneul very much. he couldn't help wanting the man, but he didn't know if he could start it without being weird about it.

"oh sure… pineapple on pizza? are we this far on the relationship that you are open for such an important discussion? i don't know if i'm ready, babe." the babe came out so organically and natural that he gasped himself, picking on the man's phone and quickly going for the food app, trying to ignore what he said.

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The urge to kiss the pout away was strong but Haneul somehow had more self-control than he originally gave himself credit for. The urge was there whenever they were close, or whenever they cuddled and he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. It’s not that he was shy, he was the furthest thing from it. He just hadn’t wanted to overwhelm Mark. “Much? And if I like it?” Haneul retorted back, smiling a bit childishly. He couldn’t help but flirt. It was in his nature and when he was around someone he liked? he tended to become one of the sweetest talkers out there.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled out, lips pressing a gentle kiss to Marks head. “I’m not trying to worry you but you know what I do is physical, and unfortunately it might not be the last time I need a ride home from the clinic after a game but I promise I won’t bother you every time,” he couldn’t help but add, feeling like he was slightly burdening the other male with his issues.

Being affectionate was Haneul’s love language, regardless of if it was small gestures or big ones. Pulling Mark closer to him slightly, he shifted on the couch to make it more comfortable for them both without disturbing their content position. His hand moved from Marks shoulder to rub along his back gently. It was an innocent, soothing touch. They hadn’t been intimate in that way at all, not even a proper kiss, despite how bad Haneul wanted to. He didn’t want to push it.

“Nah. I don’t have to avoid anything. I’m allowed to have things in moderation and I’ve got cheat weekends too,” Haneul explained with a smile, reaching into his pocket to hand over his phone to Mark. “We can order together? What kind of toppings do you like? Are we going to argue about pineapple on pizza at any point?”

He pouted back at him with the flirting, poking him once again. His health was not a joking manner for him, but Mark couldn't help loving the small little moments of affection the man showered him with sometimes. "Oh sure, but don't worry, I'm not gonna torture you. Much." Joked. The hand holding went straight to his heart, making it skip a beat as his hand was held properly, his thumb caressing on the man.

"Let's not talk about you hurt yourself, please?" He said back to him, rolling his eyes at him, not showing delight onto the man's suffering. He had many brothers to take care of and he still couldn't deal with those little incidents very well. The sight of blood wasn't good for him either.

The word Mark could feel at that moment was warmth. Even thought the weather was slightly chilly, it was warmth to be around Haneul. He could feel the man's arm wrap around him as he felt even more close to him, a soft kiss being laid onto the man's shoulder.

Mark thought about it for a second, maybe too nervous to answer right away. This was maybe the second or third time Mark was at his place and it was never for this long. Being by himself with him was daunty, maybe way too dangerous. Especially since he hadn't told about his… lack of experience with things to Haneul. He could handle all of the flirting and soft touches, but going forward with more… Mark took a deep breath.

"I mean… Yeah. It can be fun too… We can order pizza. Can you eat anything like… Did the doctor forbid you eating anything?"

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“Maybe not, but at least you’re cute,” the words slipped out before he could catch them but would Haneul take them back or be embarrassed? absolutely not. “Am I going to have to be on high alert now that you know I’m ticklish?” He questioned, knowing that it was one of his weaknesses, no matter how hard he tried to shake it since he was a kid. Holding hands wasn’t new to them, but each time it happened, it felt like the first. The way his heart sped up, his throat went dry, and his mind raced with various thoughts. Without making it too much of a big deal on the outside, Haneul maneuvered their hands slightly, taking the opportunity to hold Marks's hand properly. Their fingers laced together seemed damn near perfect, and he took notice of the size difference, too. “I know. I could only imagine how it would have been if you saw me wipe out the way I did. It looked so much worse than what it is,” and that was saying a lot but he could laugh at it now. Haneul craned his neck slightly to make it more comfortable for them both but after a few moments, his chin was resting on top of the other male's head gently while his arm found its way around his shoulders, inviting Mark further into his embrace. “Not necessarily… would a movie date from home suffice until I can make it up to you? I’ll take you on a real date... if that's something you'd be interested in, of course.” 

"Having your personal untrained nurse? This is not ideal for a good recovery." He said, playfuly with the man, humming to the man, his hand lingering away as he felt the other tickle, not before chuckling alongside him. "This is dangerous information." Mark said, leaning back, feeling the hand holding onto his. He remembered the first time Haneul held onto his hand, Mark didn't know if it meant as much for him as it did for Haneul, because it was just so casual and magical to him. He had shown him that he deserved to be cared for and to be adored. And whenever they held hands, flashes of the first time went on him, and a silly dumb smile grew on his face, which made him become shy immediately. "I know you're gonna be okay, I'm just worried anyway." He joked, his body leaning close to him, his head going for the man's neck, resting on it. "So the movie date night is gonna need a rain check, right?"

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"I'll play as carefully as possible, I'm going crazy not being able to use my foot, but I can't say that I won't miss having my own nurse," he said in a playful tone, a small pout on his lips; though the pout was wiped away with a string of laughs as his body squirmed in reaction to the pinch to the side. "I'm the world's most ticklish person, just a forewarning," there weren't many places that wouldn't work as a 'ticklish spot'. "Thank you," Haneul said, fond eyes watching Mark's figure move to grab him the pain medication with a glass of water. "I'm sure. They said to keep it elevated, use the crutches, and come back for a check-up when I finish the medication," Haneul explained, hoping that his words would bring some comfort to the other male. Feeling Mark's hand ghost over his sent a feeling of warmth throughout his body. Swallowing his nerves, his hand found it's way into Mark's and left a reassuring squeeze. "I'll be okay. That I can promise you. I was scared that it would have been career-jeopardizing for me before the doctor told me otherwise... Sports is all I have, one of the things I know I can do without fucking up... well, almost," he admitted sheepishly as he gestured to the boot on his foot with his free hand.

"Can you really? It would be nice to not have you all hurt in front of me again." Mark joked, pinching the man's side. Haneul was right that it could be a bit too much, but Mark felt the need to tolerate some of this. Not because taking care of someone wasn't something he was used to, he had 10 siblings, of course he had dealt with many things like this, but damn, finding someone else and having to take care of them too, it was maybe a bit too overwhelming, but hey, that was what he has signed up for by being alongside an athlete like that man. His handsome face and confident personality was enough for him to bear taking care of him every now or then. "It's all good, let me…" Mark stood up, moving over to the counter to get the medicine and a glass of water, handing it to him softly. "Yeah, they are just soothing the pain not exactly curing anything. Are you sure you shouldn't go back to the doctors or something?" He whispered to him, his tone covered in pure worry and tenderness, he sat by his side, hand slowly going over the others. "I don't like seeing you in pain…"

[nvrlcnds]

Their dynamic was rather unique. They were friends, good friends even, but Haneul was positive that they both knew it went beyond that yet they weren't dating. Part of him was hesitant to say anything and continued to push the topic aside just in case he had been misunderstanding the connection between himself and Mark. Haneul often had a fear of burdening people and he was always one to double-check and need reassurance, despite his rather confident and outgoing personality. "I can do my best to be careful," he mused in response, a playful smile on his face. "I owe you for this. I truly appreciate all of this, I know I can be a bit much," Despite being well over six feet tall, Haneul turned into a sulking mess when he was injured or sick, for that matter. "Mhm, please," he nodded when asked about pain and medicine, sitting himself up properly and settling into the cover of the sofa. "It's crazy how well the meds work but holy shit, when they wear off? it feels like my foot was run over by a truck."

"It's fine, It's nice to be out of my home." He said back at him. They had been talking for awhile now and everything seemed to be going fine, Mark hadn't told Haneul about his huge family, not wanting to startle or to be seem as weird, so maybe, he was overcompensating by staying over when the man was hurt. Also, they hadn't said the boyfriend word yet, not even the l word, but his feelings were growing stronger and even thought taking care of someone was what he did his entire life and it did get tiring, Haneul needed someone there and Mark was used to throwing himself on fire in these circustamces. "I don't wanna tell you to be careful, but there's nothing else for me to say." Mark said to him. "Is it hurting now? You want me to get the medicine you told me to get for you?"