☐⑉⃡ more || renkun

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Mark had decided to leave not long after the altercation.

He couldn't handle seeing Haechan for the rest of the day, maybe even the fucking week.

The worst part was, he didn't hate Haechan. Love was still the first thing he thought of when he looked at the boy.

Even while breaking up with him.

The amount of tears running down his face started coming down quicker. Remembering that he just broke up with his boyfriend.

The way he just wanted to hug him, even though he essentially cheated on him.

Not necessarily physically, minus the kiss. More so emotionally. He was in love with someone else.

'He probably loved Renjun more than me the entire time.' He thought.

It broke him, remembering their relationship and just the thought. The thought that the entire time Haechan was likely thinking about someone else.

Probably imagining Renjun in Mark's place.

Once he got home a wave of relief came over, his parents weren't home.

You ever need to just pace around and cry for a little bit?

That's kinda what Mark needed right now. Mainly to start getting rid of things.

You see, Haechan kind of integrated himself into Mark's life completely, and vice versa.

Both of their parents were luckily very supportive and together they had become one big family.

Photos with Haechan were everywhere in his house, on walls, in frames on tables, above the fireplace in the living room.

This was a house of pure pain right now. Pain and memories being shoved in his face.

Oh his parents are going to be devastated. Maybe more than Mark.

He picked out a decent sized cardboard box from the garage. Propping it on his hip while walking around, carefully placing frames into it, anything that had Haechan really.

Not entirely with the intention of throwing them out, just to give himself some time.

Some time to reflect, time to forgive and maybe even forget.

A banging on the front door snapped him out of his focus. Nearly dropping the box under his arm.

"Who the actual hell..."

He rushed to open the door, a little less hesitation than he probably should have had.

"Mark Lee, we are not breaking up. And I am certainly not leaving until you learn to love me again."

"Hyuck, what the- what the fuck?! Go away-"

"I'll leave when the cops drag me out of here."