bite me | markhyuck

5

— Chapter Five —

The soreness from the night had sunken deep into his bones. Donghyuck found out that without any sleep and extremely hungry, he did not tend to function particularly well.

The slow rise of the sun kept him awake, the light too bright to fall asleep even though he wanted to now. Annoyance washed over him and he huffed out loudly, rising up from the cold couch. Despite his muscles protesting in pain, he made his way to the kitchen. He searched for any food at all but halted in his movements when he heard a voice behind him.

"So you're going to steal my food now?" the stranger asked, voice deep and raspy. He must have just woken up because when Donghyuck turned around he could see the man's face being puffy and hair disheveled.

"Are you going to deny my a basic human need now? I'm hungry as fuck." Donghyuck told him, turning back around to rummage through the shelves for anything edible. This guy really didn't have much food at home, Donghyuck thought and was kind of curious as to why. It was an disadvantage, especially now when they couldn't really go out.

"God, you're such an entitled brat." the stranger sighed behind him. He grabbed Donghyuck by the arm, yanked him away from the shelves and Donghyuck cried out as his body was slammed against a counter.

"Could you maybe not? I literally didn't sleep at all."

His voice was calm but he felt angry. Very angry. If anyone was an entitled brat it was the stranger who now made himself coffee with the most peaceful look on his face. It was irritating Donghyuck and he badly just wanted to kick the man from behind, maybe high enough so he would hit in the ridiculously muscular back. Right between the shoulder blades that were visible because the stranger still wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You shouldn't be here at all. Think about that before you go and demand food from someone who doesn't know you and whose apartment you have broken in." the stranger explained, voice calm but cold.

That, if anything, only made Donghyuck more mad. How could one person be so heartless? Literally all Donghyuck had done was flee from a zombie and this man in front of him treated him like he was some sort of criminal. Hell, Donghyuck had only saved his own life and for that he got this treatment.

"Still on that? Can't you just show some empathy and try to understand my situation?" Donghyuck asked, not being able to sound as calm and collected as the stranger who now turned around. He took a step forward into Donghyuck's direction, abandoning his coffee as his body suddenly was a lot closer. A little flustered, Donghyuck tried to escape but his hips were met with the painfully cold counter.

Donghyuck really tried to not stare, actually he tried to avoid looking at the man at all but he could not simply ignore the flat, tones chest and the outline of abs, a little gain but still very much visible. He felt a little too hot and needed to escape this situation as quick as possible.

"I don't have to show empathy, okay? Nobody ever shows empathy, that's the business."

"I'm not your business partner though," Donghyuck objected even though he knew he shouldn't, "I'm a college student who just so happened to escape into your apartment to save his life. You're heartless."

"So I've been told." the stranger muttered, low and with the same calm voice that Donghyuck now found a little creepy. The tone combined with their proximity and the fact that he could feel the stranger's hot breath tingling on his exposed collarbone was a little too much for him. He scooted a little to the side and the stranger let it happen, going back to his coffee with a smug grin on his lips. It was clear he deemed victory and Donghyuck was mad despite the fact that there was no victory to be deemed to begin with. But it felt like this man was toying with him now that he knew Donghyuck wasn't dangerous and relied on the man's kindness to survive because the zombies were still down there and Donghyuck doubted he could outrun more than the one he had been chased by.