What if...? || Markhyuck

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[march 2021]

[hunter]

Mark and I walked slowly down the corridor. In silence, of course. I could count complete sentences he said to me this week on fingers of one hand; and we'd been together for days - eight days in a row, to be exact. I wanted to describe it as being mean but I guess it was just Mark in all his glory. Perhaps Donghyuck was right and I idealized him too much before I even met this man. I would love to give him back to Haechan but it probably was impossible. Mr. Perez said something about removing Hyuck from duty permanently or completely transferring him but I didn't know what it was about. I only knew that I was stuck with Mark and I didn't necessarily like it at the moment. 

I was going through a serious crisis of falling in love.

"You miss me so much that you had to see me?" I heard Lee's composed voice suddenly as we approached his office, so I looked up. Haechan was sitting on the steps outside Mark's room, turning some box in hands.

"You're insane," he laughed, standing up. "It is impossible to miss you. I finally rest mentally," he explained brutally and I just decided to watch Mark's reaction carefully, which turned out to be basically none.

"What are you doing here, Hyuck?" he just asked, without much emotion.

"I brought you throat lozenge," boy shrugged, throwing Lee a yellow box, which black-haired grabbed without any problem.

"Thirsty for visitation?" he asked, passing the brunet on the way to the door. Mark took out a bunch of keys, immediately finding the right one.

"If I have to...," Hyuck admitted calmly but not very reluctantly.

"Yes, you have," Mark said briefly, letting Haechan in first. "You can take a look at Steven's work. We're not going anywhere today," he turned to me, holding in place for a long time with cold, black gaze. Then, without waiting for reply, man slammed the door and turned key in the lock.

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[minhyung]

"Throat lozenge?" I asked between kisses, slowly undoing the buttons on Hyuck's shirt. A boy once said that he associated having sex in my office with being the boss's secretary who's fucked behind his wife's back. Then I immediately thought of my father. I would be lying if I said that I like this comparison and it stimulates the imagination. Rather, it was quite the opposite. I tried to convince myself that I'm not and never will be like him, so Hyuck's associations are only fantasies and nothing more. 

They must be. 

It was unacceptable for me to treat my boyfriend the same way father treated my mother. Nobody deserved it, even if folk wisdom says that genes and blood bonds are stronger than anything else.

"You coughed last night," he gasped, pulling me by back of my neck as I hurriedly seated him on the desk.

"You're impossible," I simply laughed in response.

"That's what you love me for," he stated and I wasn't going to deny. I loved this boy for that and many other things. Although I didn't think that if someone told me to make a complete list, I would be able to create it. Donghyuck simply eluded any frame. The catalog of things that made me unable to live without him kept expanding and was still open. As I pulled shirt off the boy's shoulders, he grabbed my jaw and made us exchange glances. I raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what he meant, in the middle of a much more important moment than strange thoughts. "I don't like this," he said simply and I laughed, immediately deciphering the source of all his anxiety.