peanut butter ⇢ markhyuck ✔

zwei

donghyuck gasped for air as he shut the door on the black haired man's face. his instincts took over him as he closed the door, but then opened the door to see him walk back to his room, smiling to himself.

he closed the door, quietly this time. he sighed as he stumbled to his and sejun's shared bed, arms sore due to what his partner did to him in the course of 3 years. he scrunched his nose as tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision.

he rolled into a ball on the bed, and closed his eyes, trying to forget everything, but something kept on appearing in his mind.

his black-haired neighbour.

donghyuck had not ever talked to any other male for too long as sejun would get possessive over him. he used to be a bubbly little sunshine who made everyone's day, but as time passed by, he fell into a pit of gloom and restriction.

he missed everyone. he missed his friends whom he hadn't seen ever since he and sejun left seoul for getting a job.

he wanted to talk to this black-haired man and at least be friends with him, although his mind wandered to his visuals- his hair unkempt yet neat, dimples forming in full force, in a woollen shirt and jeans- perfect boyfriend material.

he needed to talk to him.

he jumped out of his bed, wore a bunch of new clothes, and washed his face, confident enough to approach him. he took a deep breath as a smile crept up on his face. he wanted his bubbly self back, at least with him.

he opened his door and walked to his neighbour's doorstep, and did an experimental knock, but no response. he knocked again, and waited, hands trembling with excitement.

but no response came.

he didn't lose hope, he knocked, a little louder this time.

but still no response.

he lost hope and tears came out of his eyes. he knew he made a bad impression on him by closing the door right in front of his face, but a small flicker of hope in him thought nothing would happen.

he stumbled into his room and kicked the door to close it. he cried on to his pillow as he felt his whole world crumble down as he thought he finally abandoned his bubbly sunshine self, and that too without his knowledge.

"why do i always mess things up..." he said to himself as he muffled his noises using the pillow.

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the sounds of offbeat knocking woke mark up from his sleep. he was listening to a bunch of songs at a loud enough volume, yet fell asleep in a few minutes. his ears finally picked up the offbeat knocking, so he stopped the music to see what just happened.

when he did stop the blaring music, no sounds were heard.

mark could have sworn he heard a knock on the door, and there is no way it was from the music. he opened the door, but no one was there, which made him more confused than ever.

those thoughts were thrown out the window as he heard sniffling noises from his neighbour's doorstep. the door was slightly open, and it was clear it was the same tan-skinned boy he saw before.

he knew it was an invasion of privacy, but his conscience was begging him to check what happened, especially because of the commotion that happened yesterday. he approached the door quietly, curious to see their room.

the room was disheveled, clothes were strewn everywhere, blood-stained bandages hung on the drawers, curtains shut closed as no light entered the room, giving it a gloomy aura.