What if...? || Markhyuck

-77-

[september 2021]

[donghyuck]

"You came to hose me down?" Daisy asked when I entered the interrogation room. She was still sitting there - unmoving, no food, no drink, bruised body and clothes spattered with blood.

"No," I said softly, resigned. This whole situation exhausted me mentally. I wandered around, half alive, tired, with no motivation to perform basic activities. I didn't even have the strength to pretend that the current events do not bother me. That is why this burden spoke for itself, since I was pretending all my life. "Steven will be coming around 2 am" I announced, lighting up cigarette. I sat down on the table in front of her and put filter between Daisy's mouth. She accepted it gratefully, giving me a careful look.

"And what time do we have now?" she asked, exhaling the smoke straight into my face. I guess it was a punishment for pretending I don't remember her. Hope we were even.

"6 pm," I muttered, pushing back the gray clouds with hand.

"Are you sure you can't kill me faster? That bastard shot my shin and knee," she muttered, clenching jaw as bettered sitting position on chair. "It hurts like hell. I want to die," she announced without much emotion.

"I can't," I said shortly, taking the syringe out of my pocket. With the injuries she had, there was no way she could feel nothing after but it would help for sure. Daisy must have recognized what I was holding in hand as she had seen me deal with the pain this way back in the woods. That's why she didn't protest when I put the needle in her thigh and let the liquid into bloodstream.

"Donghyuck..." she asked weakly after a long silence as waited for the drug to relieve pain. Meanwhile, I treated her a cigarette until it was all burned.

"Hm?" muttered, my feet swinging in the air.

"Only you stayed. Make it, I beg you," she said without opening eyes. Almost as if she was praying to heaven, hoping that prayers would be magically answered. I sighed heavily.

"I try but since you guys showed up it's getting harder," I put it straight. You cannot ask a man to give his best in the race for his life, when you place mile logs on this route.

"It was his idea," Daisy said in defense. "I didn't want to bother you. After all, you cut yourself off from us for a reason, right?" she sighed heavily. I never thought that of the eccentric duo they created, she was the one down to earth.

"And what did he want to achieve with this?" I asked ironically.

"Simon heard you were mind-fucked. He wanted you back," Daisy shrugged as if didn't care. He was her mentor, but in the past I often wondered if she knew why. I guess girl just didn't have anyone in life, so just stuck to Simon. He had no one either and allowed her to cling to him. "Plus, Simon has always lived a dream that he would kill Marco. Even if it's a suicide mission" she added after a moment's thoughtfulness, snorting contemptuously.

"Even I don't live on that level of abstraction and I see him almost every day," I muttered under breath and Daisy shrugged. We both knew what the realities were.

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[minhyung]

Hyuck told me he has a few things to think about and is heading home sooner. That he wants to be alone. There was something off about it from the very beginning. Perhaps it was related to the fact that Donghyuck hated loneliness - he was terribly afraid of it and avoided it at all costs. Or the fact that he had never asked for something like this before. In fact, it was his tone of voice that alerted me - sad, muffled, resigned. He didn't even try to make me believe what he was asking so I decided all the more not to listen to him.