𝖪𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 | 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗁𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Mark felt like shit.

He's such a horrible human being.

Who the hell leaves an injured person alone?

He knows that Jaemin was there with him, but still. Mark was the one who brought him to the infirmary.

The boy wasn't like this though. If it wasn't for the immense hate that Haechan felt towards mark, the older would've stayed with him.

Because mark still cared.

How could he stop caring for someone like Haechan?

Someone that never did something wrong to him?

He blames himself for everything that happened between him and the younger boy.

If only he didn't scream at Haechan that night. If only he didn't leave him crying like that.

But 15 years old mark still didn't know his feelings for Haechan.

When he first realized it he was scared shitless.

Wasn't liking boys bad? At least, that's what he heard from some boys at his school.

Mark was torn. So he had decided to go and talk to his mother about it.

She had only told him that there was nothing wrong with liking boys. And that everyone should love who they want to love.

And when mark talked about this 'boy' he might like, Mrs. Lee directly knew that he was talking about Haechan.

Mark was currently sitting on his bed, staring out the window with a blank look on his face.

He guessed that it was about 3am, he isn't really sure.

he didn't even bother to change position. He just stayed seated like that, thinking.

Something then broke the comfortable silence, it was his phone.

And his eyes went wide at the name of the caller. He'd never think to see his name on his phone again.

But there it was.

'Sunshine ❤️'

"D-Donghyuck? What is it?" He uncertainly answered the phone.

"M-mar- help!" Was the only thing he was able to make out, but it was enough to alert him.

Something wasn't alright.

And so he ran.

He took his hoodie, put on a pair of shoes and sprinted outside without looking back.

( ˇ෴ˇ )
(𝘵𝘸! 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦)

"Don't touch me!" Haechan fought back, trying to get the man to stop gripping on him.

"Stop moving you whore!" The man growled, trying to stop the young boy from moving.

"N-no! Help!" Haechan's eyes were full of fear once he saw that the man was trying to kiss him.

He bit the man's finger resulting on a harsh slap landed on his face.

He doesn't even know how this all happened.

One moment he was laying on his couch, the other moment he found himself trapped between the arms of a man that had been after him for some months now.

The first time was when Haechan was walking home from renjun's house. The man had approached him and asked him how much he would like for one night.

And that pissed Haechan the fuck off.

He ignored the man and tried to walk away, but he got stopped.

That night, luckily nothing happened because someone came by, seeing them.

But Haechan did notice the way this man had been following him.

But of course, he didn't tell anyone.

He felt helpless. The man was harshly biting his neck, something that would most likely leave marks.

"S-stop please..." the boy had no energy anymore, slowly but surely closing his eyes.

Before his eyes closed completely, he saw another figure ripping the man off of himself.

( ˇ෴ˇ )

"Hyuck?" he heard someone softly whispering.

The said boy slowly opened his eyes, just to close them as soon as the light had blinded him.

"W-what happened?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

But he didn't need the figure to answer the question, because as soon as he got into his senses, everything came rushing back.

He still didn't know who the person holding his hand was though.

But what he knew is that it was way too familiar.

Perhaps?—

"M-mark?" The brunettes eyes went wide, did he really call mark?

He remembered calling Jaemin, but the other wasn't answering. He was probably sleeping anyways.

"Yes?" Mark gave him a look, one that Haechan thought he'd never see again.

His eyes were soft, full of worry, but also, full of anger.

"D-did I c-call you?" He asked, even though he knew the answer already.

Haechan slowly sat himself up, mark helping him.

"yeah, and I'm glad you did" mark hissed, he had surely beaten that man to blood, and proceeded to call a friend of his who'd surely help him.

A part of Haechan wanted to kick mark out, tell him to leave him the fuck alone.

But his heart longed for the older. Was this hating thing really worth it? Was it really worth losing the only person who ever understood him?

Haechan bitterly chuckled. He had already lost mark.

"Thank you" the younger sincerely said, looking at the other straight in the eyes.

"Always"

(A/N): finally a kinda long chapter