THE LITTLE COPY ⋮ markhyuck

Chapter 𝟭𝟱

Donghyuck spent a lot of time in the bathroom, shaving and getting ready for tonight's adventures. When he finally got out of the bathroom, it was the perfect time to get dressed and start thinking about a snack before the movies.

As he felt a little guilty for meeting Mark when Dongchan wasn't with him—he was sure that the kid's presence neutralized most of Teacher Lee's actions and he couldn't be as intimate as he wanted—he called his son to make sure the latter was having a great time.

Of course, he did. Whenever he was with his grandparents, they spoiled him even more than Papa. He could play board games with Grandpa and Uncle Min all day and get cookies and cakes from Grandma and Uncle Woo. This time wasn't any different either. Donghyuck called Channie when he was in the middle of playing Monopoly! But being a good boy, he answered the call just like Papa taught him.

"You're busy, I hear! Then I don't think I should bother you. Love you!"

Donghyuck had a light meal and got dressed. Then he sat down in his living room and waited for Mark's call. Since the movie theatre was closest to Teacher Lee's place, he suggested picking Donghyuck up and driving him back. It seemed fine.

But Donghyuck was nervous. It had been a while since he met up with a man and had intimate plans after. But maybe he was more nervous because of their social situation. It was confusing him. Wasn't it scandalous to have sex with your son's teacher? But this teacher was Dongchan's father, so... Uh, it was so complicated!

His phone suddenly started ringing. Donghyuck flinched and almost kicked a vase off the coffee table. Laughing at himself, he stood up and answered the call.

"Hello! I'm already in the parking lot. Come out when you're ready."

"In a minute."

Donghyuck quickly wore a leather jacket and grabbed his keys. Coming outside to the hall, he locked the door, and, even though he just did it, he turned the doorknob to make sure that he really locked it. Then, sighing, he went down the stairs, glancing out the window and noticing the only car that had its engine turned on. Donghyuck got nervous but got a hold of himself and went his way.

He could tell who that car belonged to, but it was even clearer when Donghyuck spotted Mark getting out. The older, as if matching with the evening, wore only dark clothing—a black turtle neck sweater, black pants, and black double-decker brogues. Compared to him, Donghyuck felt underdressed. Even when all of his clothes were from expensive brands! He wore a Saint Laurent motorcycle leather jacket in plunged lambskin, Jan-Jan van Essche knitted sweater with black and white stripes, Amiri jeans, light-colored, and old-school style Vans.

"You look so young," Mark commented, scanning Donghyuck up and down.

"Huh? Did I look older before?"

"God, no!" Mark panicked. "I mean, you don't look your age. Your style looks youthful."

"Well, thank you," Donghyuck said, but just because it was an automatic response.

He had to thank someone who complimented him. But actually, he was shaking at how nervous he was. What's with these sudden compliments?

He looked at Mark once again, then added, "And hyung looks very elegant!"

Weird and playful sparks appeared in his eyes. "Does that mean I also look good? Do I look young? I don't want to look like a dad next to you."

"Gosh, what are you talking about? We're only one age apart... You won't!" Donghyuck hissed and then blabbered about how young Mark looked so that he wouldn't have to answer the first question.

He reached for the door handle just as he was finished speaking and got inside. It smelled good there. Donghyuck was bad at describing smells, so he had no idea whether the scent had flowers or fruits. But it was sweet and very welcoming. Just like the last time...