bite me | markhyuck

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— Chapter Fourteen —

Silence was all there was for the next day or so. Donghyuck hated it. All he wanted was to go either into Mark's room or go outside, both of which he knew he shouldn't.

It was hot and boring. Donghyuck had nothing to do, absolutely nothing. It was horrible and so Donghyuck was grateful when Mark stepped out of his room. However what the man was doing, Donghyuck did not really like.

Mark was getting dressed and even got the gun from
the counter. That was enough for Donghyuck to finally speak up and ask "Where are you going?"

"Grocery shopping." was all Mark replied before he stepped out of the door. Donghyuck didn't want to get worried but he did when Mark didn't return after half an hour which turned into an hour which then again turned into two hours.

It was unbearable and after those hours of chewing in his lip, not being able to sleep but desperately wanting to and checking the door every few minutes, Donghyuck finally heard a sound.

He opened the door immediately, ready to greet Mark only to be met with a noise that almost busted his eardrums. He screamed, closing his eyes on instinct. It was better that way because he could hear something falling to the ground combined with a loud squashing noise. Carefully, he opened his eyes and saw Mark.

But this wasn't Mark like he had left the apartment. The man's hair was tied up into a man bun, his cheek and eye were bruised and over his whole shirt and down his pants was running blood.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Donghyuck gasped out, wanting to lunge forward to help Mark but the man wasn't even looking at him. Instead he pointed the gun toward the stairs and Donghyuck only watched as he shot a zombie which had made it's way up the staircase. There was another one on the ground, presumably the first one Mark had shot.

"Now you can ask me what happened." Mark noted, breaking the total silence. Donghyuck blinked several times, not at Mark but down at the zombie's body. Mark had shot it perfectly, a head shot that went right into the zombie's skull. It's okay eyes were dark red, bloodshot and blood was almost dripping from the hole in his head. Donghyuck guessed that it once used to be a police cop because it still was wearing a ripped uniform. Mark bent over, took the gun that was still in the holster. The zombie obviously hadn't been smart enough to use it what felt at least a little relieving to Donghyuck.

Only then Donghyuck's face fell onto Mark and he gasped. The man was carrying his gun so confidently and Donghyuck remembered that Mark had told him that his father used to hunt in his childhood. But Mark didn't look like a hunter, rather a criminal boss with his white dress shirt and black pants. Both of it were not drenched but stained with patches of blood and there was one particularly large spot on the side of Mark's shirt, the blood dripping down into the fabric of Mark's pants.

"Are you wounded?" Donghyuck asked. Maybe it was him still being slightly delirious but he gulped when he saw Mark like that. He finally stepped forward, hissing at the wound but Mark shook his head.

"I'm fine. It's not my blood." he assured Donghyuck. He kicked the zombie away and the body rolled far enough to fall down the stairs. The sound of bones breaking filled the staircase and Donghyuck could have thrown up if he still wasn't so worried about Mark.

Said man now stepped closer to Donghyuck, looking down at him. A few strands had fallen out his manbun and were now hanging in his face. Donghyuck's heart raced as he scanned Mark's face. Besides the bruises it looked fine and Mark seemed totally okay mentally wise as well. If you overlook the trauma from killing several zombies that was.

"I got the groceries by the way." Mark noted, pointing at a plastic bag that was placed by the door. Donghyuck breathed out, relived and then just closed the distance between him and Mark and hugged the man tightly. It hurt slightly in his stomach but he didn't care.