Eyes Closed

The Nightclub

          The door creaked open as cold eyes danced across the room. Piles of broken bottles clattered across the floor as Donhyuck trudged inside. Mark rolled his eyes and told him to leave.

"I see you in class. You really need to get your shit together, man," Donhyuck snickered.

"Fuck off."

          Donhyuck just rolled his eyes and moved to sit next to the reeking mess of a boy on the couch. His nose scrunched at the sudden smell. "Ew, what in Tartarus? Wow, I thought you were fucked but I didn't know you were this fucked," disgust was smeared on the intruder's voice as he insulted Mark.

          At this point, Mark had gave up on fighting the young adult to leave his dorm room. His hand was rudely tugged at as he tried to take another gulp of his beer. This resulted in some of the beer spilling on his grey shirt. He groaned, it was definitely going to stain. Even so, he didn't put up a fight to drink the beer. The whole "Wasted" façade was just an image he secretly wanted but will never admit to. Besides, the beer was from two nights ago and had become warm (NOT a good taste for beer, if you're wondering) for he was too lazy to put the queer shaped brown glass into the fridge, blame the beers drank before this one.

          "If this is about Taeyong, then you fucked up big time but you really shouldn't do this. This will only hurt him, you know," the last sentence was a statement, not an inquiry.

"Please, he's too busy sucking on some douchebag's face to care about me," Mark scoffed.

"Mark, don't even get me started on that. You were the one who ended things... ruining such a beautiful relationship like that."

"First of all, this is none of your business. Second of all, we were barely in a relationship. Third of all, well, um... uh, fuck off."

          The younger one chuckled at the other's moment of fluster. "Well, just so you know, the ball is in your court. Pick it up and play it right," with that, the redhead left the foul smelling room.

           Mark sat up on the creaking couch and rubbed his face with two of his pale palms. A tear can be seen tumbling down his hallow and dull cheek. If one asked, he would've said something got in his eyes but if that one was Taeyong, he would've stumbled on his knees and begged for forgiveness. Too bad he wasn't a man enough to get his ass up and fess up to his own mistake - mistakes in the future, but that is for later in the story, now we will focus on this part of the story.

          He called couple friends, more like people that go to parties and drink with him and don't really seem to have anything else to do like work or study and decided to go to a nearby gay club. He threw a black t-shirt and matching black jeans with two identical cuts just above the knees on his, thank god, clean and made bed. He entered the shower with a little hint of excitement and throughly washed himself. He quickly blow dried his hair while he still tried to be gentle because the dryer was almost falling apart. He didn't bother to do anything else with his hair as he hurried out of his room, down the stairs and into the lonely street with dim lights.

          He had a little skip in his steps as he marched towards the club. He didn't go out in ages and it was about time he did. Mark wasn't looking for a good lay, he just wanted a good night to forget all about the elephant in the room but if he did get the chance, he might as well give it a go.

          At the gate of the club, he saw his little group of friends and greeted them with their special handshake and a little, "Hey." The moment he stepped into the sleazy but crowded club, he was hit with the moisture from the sweat the people made from all the grinding and general body heat. He made a funny expression at that. There were many wonderful things about nightclubs but that had to be one of the most appalling sides. At least he didn't stumble onto someone's vomit, which had happened to him more times than he'd like to admit.

          The crowd was dancing to some trendy song that Mark hadn't really caught up to yet. He wasn't the type to search for the recent hits even during his normal days that weren't spent wallowing himself in self-pity and guilt, guilt that tried to climb up his chest and out his mouth, leaving his insides bloody and shredded. He went up to the bar and sat down on one of the high stools with rolling wheels. The white leather on the bar stools was worn out but still freshly washed, which he thanked the gods for his luck, it was hard to come across clean chairs in clubs around this area.

          He ordered the first drink he saw on the menu, not paying attention. The bartender had brown locks and was wearing a black suit vest with matching black skinny tie and a white collared shirt. Mark couldn't see below the man's hips, for all he knew, the man could be wearing nothing underneath the take. After a short while, the brunette handed him a glass filled with yellow foamy drink. No doubt, it will be a notch or two stronger than what he was used to but he still chose to drink the funny substance. He drank it one go and got up to dance the night away along with the thoughts of a certain man with fluffs of pink strands on his head.

          After a good thirty minutes of dancing in the club and successfully managing to avoid most of the horny men and women, which surprised Mark, he found a seat. Usually, it was hard to avoid them and it was one in a billion chance at not coming across some persistent slut thirsty for attention. Panting a bit, he walked over to one of the wing chairs with a nice green pattern and brown edges. He jumped/sat onto the chair and caught his breath. On his way, he had stopped by the bar again and got a glass of water from the annoyed brunette, god knows what got up his ass that night.

       A face with bright brown eyes and a pair of cute dimples approached Mark. The man, Yoonoh was one of Mark's friends that he called to the club. He smiled at Mark and asked him if he has got his eyes on any lucky boy here. He shook his head, "Nah, have you?," Mark asked, knowing full well that the other probably did. As smart as the man was, he was horny. Yoonoh not taking someone home is a rare sight that will elicit exaggerated gasps from his friends. On one of those special days, he will laugh and just say hey. He was easy going and easy tempered. It was hard to get Yoonoh mad, Mark really badly wanted to see him mad once and did something he regretted immediately after because a mad Yoonoh was NOT a pretty sight.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom," Mark puffed out.

"Poor Markie, doesn't know whether he needs to go peepee or not," the brunette said with mock sympathy and baby voice.

          Mark rolled his eyes, he seems to be doing that a lot lately and got up from the green cushion with a grunt. He looked up, only for his eyes to be met with a sight he wished he didn't see. No, it can't be.

"Taeyong," he whispered under his breath.