Repetitive (Markhyuck) 🌻

Chapter 6

Mark gotten home to his place; he didn't know that he wasn't there for quite some time. Everything was still in place, but some had changed too, like the house paint and the furniture placing.

The Lee's home wasn't just a small family friendly house, it was a freaking mansion.

They were rich to begin with, kinda explain the whole Mark being the only heir to their family company.

Mark exited the car, the house maids were happy to see him, welcoming him back home like he didn't return in ages – well, he didn't.

"It's good to have you back home, Mr Lee." One of the housemaids said.

He smiled at them, helping them to carry the bag but they insist not to.

It took Mark quite some time to adjust his steps, he used a crane temporarily to help him walk, he won't be needed it by a week or so. One of the maids were also trying to help him walk but he assured them that he was fine.

"Your room is prepared, we had never touch anything ever since you left."

"How long have I not been here, you said it as if it's been years?" he questioned.

"Well..." the maid clears her throat. "I'm not supposed to talk about this." She leans in closer, whispering to him.

"I'll tell no soul..." He whispers back, winking at her.

"Mr Lee, you haven't come back here for a year now..."

"And why is that?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Because yo-"She quickly cuts it off seeing his mother walking in with her loud heels chattering the hallway.

"Why is my son's stuff being still down here, get everything up to his room. Now!" She commanded and they moved extremely fast after that.

"Oh sweetie, if you need anything. Just call for them. We'll be out for awhile. Business."

She pecked both of Mark's cheeks and left, his father was being the usual there for one second and gone for the week.

Mark averted his eyes around the house, it's still the same, he went upstair to his room. Every placement was just like how he remembered.

"You can place the sunflower, next to my bed." He pointed at the desk area.

Mark finally able to sit down across his bed, he rests his crane next to it, he was subconsciously sling Donghyuck's beg around him and has been carrying it around ever since.

He decided to see what's more inside, not that he's curious. A bottle of expensive cologne – huh, splendid taste he thought. He then took out a card and flipped it over.

It was a wedding invitation. It printed clear enough his name and Donghyuck. He ran his fingers slowly, feeling the material. He closed his eyes; his head was throbbing as he yelped.

His eyes flustered opening, he placed the wedding card on his bed. Unconditionally he opens Donghyuck's wallet and there was a polaroid photo of them inside. The lad was hugging him and 'my future' was written. He curved into a small smile.