peanut butter ⇢ markhyuck ✔

eins

"ugh! i don't want to see your pathetic face ever again!"

it's been almost a week since the new couple moved into the apartment next to mark's. every night, he hears stuff breaking, and curses from a raspy yet deep voice, while sobs of a much more contrastingly high voice can be heard in the background.

it was getting harder and harder for him to sleep with the commotion going in the background. he wanted to confront the couple about this for a while now, but whenever he gets time to do so, either the screaming one left for work, or the sobbing one will disappear, uncannily.

mark clutched his pillow as he tried to tune the quarrel out, but to no avail. yells and sobs were still disturbing him to a point where it was more than frustrating. he leaned his ear to the wall to hear what was happening.

"p-please...sejunnie...h-hear me out..."

"don't 'sejunnie' me, bitch. i really don't know why the fuck i started dating you."

"i can explain...please..."

"i don't want to hear any of your bullshit."

"but-"

the crying voice was suddenly cut off by a very loud slap that almost ringed in his ears. a thud was heard in the aftermath of the slap, with muffled noises of that same crying voice.

loud footsteps reverberated as he heard their door open, leaving just the victim crying silently. "what a douchebag," mark thought to himself as he went back to bed, trying to sleep, finally.

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"no, please! sejun, please don't do this!"

the douchebag, apparently named 'sejun', approached the blurry image of his boyfriend, smiling creepily as he switched on a drill that was in his hands. his unnamed boyfriend tried to move back helplessly as he stared at the working drill in horror.

"p-please...don't do this...!"

"what if i do, anyway, huh?"

he jammed the drill on to the unnamed boy's forehead, making him scream in agony, as he died a horrible death.

the sound of marimbas localized to a specific direction jolted him out of his sleep. he gasped for a breath of air as he let the moment finally sink in, and to his relief, it was just a horrific dream.

he jumped out of his bed so as to get ready for the day. he opened the balcony as the wind hit him, still shook about his nightmare. he took out his toothbrush as he wandered around, while brushing his teeth with almost no motivation.

he opened the main door to his apartment, partly for no reason, and partly because he was scared whether something happened to the victim of his nightmare.

the neighbouring door opened, revealing a man with a serious expression, wearing a completely white shirt and black ripped jeans, hands holding his phone and keys to his vehicle. behind the almost closed door, was a tan-skinned, brown-haired man, whose face was red from the crying yesterday.

he tried to wave his 'boyfriend' goodbye as he was ready to go out for the day. the douchebag, however, walked away saying nothing, the frown still scrunching up his face.

mark leaned to see the boy in all his glory. his hair was messy, his bangs almost covering his eyes. he was wearing a really oversized shirt, which covered half of his hands, unironically making sweater paws. he scrunched his nose frequently like a rabbit, which is more than enough evidence that he has been crying the whole day.

one would think he looks pathetic, but he was perfectly beautiful to his eyes.

unfortunately, he couldn't stare at the eye candy for too long. the boy noticed him gawking at him while smiling in the most hilarious way possible, which made his face flush red. panic filled his face as he shut the door on front of mark's face, startling him.

he felt a bit embarrassed as he stared at the boy for maybe a bit too long. "he must have been thinking how much of a weirdo i am," he chuckled to himself.

he went inside his room, wore a woollen shirt and a pair of jeans, and plopped onto the bed as he opened his laptop to find a job.

things haven't been the same way ever since he graduated college, it was extremely hard to find a job, especially to his expertise. even though he was the topper of his batch, job opportunities lacked so much in where he lived.

he walked inside his small kitchen to find something to eat, but to no avail. he searched in the cupboards, the drawers, everywhere, but nothing was to be found, except for a jar of roasted peanuts, definitely not something he can eat on its own.

he groaned in disbelief as he had to now make something for his breakfast. he took the jar of peanuts and blended it on a food processor, aimlessly trying to make peanut butter out of it.

he plopped onto his bed, but now with a small glass bowl of peanut butter. he scooped a bit and ate it, his eyes still concentrated on the websites on his laptop.

"this day is going to be so long and boring, like every other day," he thought to himself as he scooped his homemade peanut butter again.

A/N: i'm so fucking sorry, alices, i couldn't find any other guy other than sejun, and i know he's a precious little bean ! i'll change him to someone else once i finish this fic, please don't kill me uwu </3

anyways, that's the first chapter of the first *serious* ship ff i had ever written, and it's not as great as i expected, sorry. things will get better in the next chapter, i hope, and our fullsun will do his debut in the next chapter <3

if my writing looks kind of funny, it's because it's been way too long since i wrote anything, per se. i didn't even write my exams, they were like an sat, all i had to do was mork the correct answer.

alright that's it, bye, hope i update faster than i did with "firefly in the dusk"-