Final Round ⟨Markhyuck⟩ ||Completed

°Chapter twelve°

Tw//mentions of suicidal thoughts and self harm

Donghyuck stepped outside of his bathroom, ignoring the slight sting of pain on the bottom of his foot from the glass. He slide his circular golden glasses on his nose that were sitting on his dresser.

He walked out of his room, leaving the lights on purposefully out of spite. He trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen where Ten was mopping the floor while Johnny and Jisung were throwing away the shards of glass.

Donghyuck slowly made his way to his papa, his head hung low.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop it," Donghyuck apologized.

He actually felt bad for breaking the glass pitcher. It had been a valuable gift Ten received from his mother before she passed away. Donghyuck knew how much of a sentimental piece it was to him and he couldn't help but feel even more guilty than he has already been feeling.

"I know. Accidents happen," Ten sighed in disappointment as he finished mopping the floor.

Donghyuck headed towards the sink and slid on his rubber cleaning gloves. The tanned male can not stand the smell of dish soap on his hands, nor can he stand the feeling of gooey left over food substances making contact with his bare hands.

He gets grossed out by both of those things and he always has been. It's something about the texture and smell that nausuates him. But of course, that doesn't excuse him from washing the dishes.

Making sure the dishware was shiney and squeaky clean, he carefully placed them accordingly on the dish rack to air dry. He removed his gloves and hung them over the faucet as he now noticed he was alone in the kitchen.

Donghyuck glanced over at the clock set on the microwave, reading that it was already past ten at night.

The teenaged boy walked into the living room, where he heard laughs, giggles, and low chatter of the television coming from.

"Hyuckie! Come watch the show with us," Jisung suggest as he beamed brightly.

"No, it's time to go to bed now," Johnny butted in before Donghyuck can respond.

They'll spend quality time with Jisung but not him? Instead they'll have him do chores while they're over here having a good time. How much fucked up can they be? At least Jisung wanted to include him.

"Oh, okay then. Tomorrow, Hyuckie!" Jisung said as he stood up from the couch, previously seated in between Johnny and Ten.

'Must be nice being the favorite child, huh?' Donghyuck internally scoffed.

Johnny and Ten gave Jisung a hug, wishing him a goodnight. It was now Donghyuck's turn and they did the same thing, although Donghyuck feels awkward when hugging them. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just doesn't like their choices.

But then again at the same time, he loves their goodnight hugs because it's the only source of affection he receives from them everyday during the same time. It proved that his parents do love him, even though they don't show it often and would rather display their feelings and affection all over Jisung.

The hug may be seconds faster than what Jisung would receive, but it's something. And something is better than nothing. Donghyuck will take what he can get, until he can't take it anymore.

After sharing hugs and bidding goodnight, both boys went upstairs. Jisung gave his older brother a big hug before going to his room. Donghyuck smiled softly at his younger brother and walked back into his room where the lights were still on.