bite me | markhyuck

12

— Chapter Twelve —

Donghyuck didn't know how to act. Could one blame him? Here he was, lying shirtless on the couch of an almost stranger that he had just made out with.

Mark didn't seem to feel awkward and Donghyuck wondered whether Mark could actually feel any emotions at all because why the hell was he so good at pretending that nothing had happened? Donghyuck just watched the man's back, broad and smooth with his muscles showing every now and then as the man cooked ramen.

It smelled delicious and Donghyuck's stomach was already calling out for it. He didn't know whether it was good idea to eat now, considering he had a cut in his lower abdomen area but he didn't plan on starving and also he felt fairly satisfied when Mark turned around. He looked good, so very good and if he could stand up, Donghyuck would just walk over to the man and kiss him once more.

Mark brought a bowl of ramen over to him, placing it on the small table in front of the couch and then retreated into the hallway, probably cleaning up the mess Donghyuck had left there. He would feel bad but he had just run for his life, made out with someone and was now eating ramen so he was a little too occupied with his current situation to care if his blood would leave stains on the hardwood floor.

Mark returned, sleeves now rolled up an Donghyuck almost choked on his ramen because fuck, Mark looked hot. However the man didn't even spare Donghyuck a glance, only looking at him after Donghyuck cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry for all this," he apologised, crumbling under Mark's stare, the chopsticks trembling in his hand, "I know I have been acting so dumb but I just hate how I got into this situation and I'm sorry to say it but we're two very different people with very different views on life and so it's natural to fight."

"Is it natural to go out into a zombie apocalypse, waste billets and then return the next day with big wounds as well?" Mark asked and Donghyuck was quick to avert his gaze into his ramen bowl. Mark was right, it's anything but natural.

"No," Donghyuck admitted, "But I just can't help myself. You killed an innocent human being."

"One that was about to turn into a zombie and kill the both of us, Donghyuck." Mark was quick to remind him. Donghyuck hated how Mark was right and yet so morally wrong. He didn't like how the man had simply taken another person's life without thinking about it.

"See, this is where we think different." he said and Mark hummed, placing the gun on the counter that he had probably brought with him from the hallway.

"I can't afford to have you running out like that for a third time, Donghyuck. You need to make up your mind." Mark noted, now sitting next to him on the couch and Donghyuck already felt himself grow flustered. What the hell happened to his confidence?

"I won't do it again, I'm sorry." he breathed out but Mark gently shook his head and Donghyuck believed this the first time to see Mark genuinely frustrated, not with Donghyuck but with the situation:

"That's not enough. I can't trust you, Donghyuck. Just look at yourself, you almost got yourself killed out there."

Donghyuck bit his lower lip, knowing that Mark was right. He was too emotional, had too many outbursts and therefore couldn't even blame Mark for not wanting to trust him anymore. Still he raised his head, looking at Mark who also looks back at him. Their gazes locked and Donghyuck felt stunned by Mark's visuals once more. He was so caught off guard that he didn't even register Mark's words at first as he said "So I think we should try to stay away from each other as much as possible."

And Donghyuck's heart sank because they had literally just made out on the fucking floor and now Mark was telling him shit like this. He could already feel himself getting more irritated before realizing that this was exactly his problem. He was getting too emotional too quickly. So he just nodded and asked "Why is that? And what about my wound? I don't know how to treat it properly."