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Teardrops In My Guitar | MarkHyuck

|| SHORT STORY || TEARDROPS IN MY GUITAR || LEE DONGHYUCK ||  MARK LEE

Donghyuck's POV

" Hyung let's do another acoustic cover together. " I said while showing him the puppy eyes, that I know he can't resist, he laughed and ruffles my head.

" Sure hyuck. What song are we gonna do ? " He asks me while we were walking towards his home, I adjusted the straps on my bag.

" Mhmm how about teardrops on my guitar hyung ? " I asked him as he opened the door to his home. I followed him inside and sat at his living room while I wait for him.

"Teardrops on my Guitar? Classic choice, Donghyuck," he chuckled, setting down his bag and joining you in the living room. He flopped onto the couch beside you, giving you a playful nudge. "You really know how to pick songs that tug at the heartstrings."

I grinned and shrugged, basking in the comfort of his presence. "What can I say? I have a knack for the emotional ones."

Mark shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I can't argue with that. Alright, let's get to it then. Do you have your guitar with you?"

I nodded and reached for the acoustic guitar leaning against the nearby wall. I settled it onto my lap, my fingers gently strumming the strings. "Ready when you are, hyung."

Mark leaned back on the couch, looking thoughtful for a moment. Then, he began to softly hum the familiar melody, his voice soothing and warm. He always had a calming effect on me, and as I joined in with my guitar, our harmonies effortlessly intertwined, creating a beautiful musical synergy.

As the verses flowed, I found myself lost in the moment, our voices melding together in perfect harmony. The lyrics took on new meaning as we sang, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Mark. There was a sense of camaraderie and friendship between us that had only grown stronger over the years.

When we reached the chorus, Mark's voice soared, carrying a depth of emotion that echoed in every note. I matched his intensity on the guitar, fingers dancing over the strings as the music filled the room. It was like our own private performance, a shared passion that bound us together.

As the last notes faded away, we both let out a contented sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of our lips. "That was pretty good, Donghyuck," Mark said, his eyes crinkling with a genuine smile.

"Thanks, hyung," I replied, my heart warmed by his praise. "You're the one who always brings out the best in our covers."

He chuckled and ruffled my hair affectionately. "It's a team effort, you know. We make a pretty good duo."

We spent a few more moments basking in the afterglow of our music, the shared sense of accomplishment and companionship filling the room. It was moments like these that I cherished the most simple, genuine connections with someone who understood me so well.

"Alright, let's do another one," Mark suddenly suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "How about we tackle that Ed Sheeran song you've been practicing?"

I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "Shape of You? You're on, hyung!"

And so, with our guitars in hand and our hearts full of music, we launched into another acoustic cover, each strum and note bringing us closer together in a beautiful symphony of friendship and shared passion.