Sweet lies // Markhyuck

Tears and kisses

At that moment, my body temperature started to boil up under my skin emitting heat to the cold breeze. I should've known better. Jeno had never had a serious relationship, but I thought that if he was going to give Donghyuck a go, he would've changed. I was wrong. He's still the same.

Hands slid under Jaemin's shirt, covered by a dirty apron and a guilt written all over his face. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. I just can't.

Gripping my knuckles in a harsh manner and let my instincts do what had to be done. I swung my arm across his face, knuckles hitting contact with his jaw before he fell to the gravelled floor.

"You fucking dickhead! Is this what he deserved? Is this how you treat him?!", stranding over Jeno's hips, yanking him by the collar of his blood stained sweater.

"I- it's- ", he choked out.

"It's what?!"

"It's not what you think"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. I've seen it all, there's nothing to explain. Fucking around with the sleazy boy behind Donghyuck's must've been fun huh?", at the mention of the boy made him groan. And before I could stop it, a solid fist was hit on my cheekbones.

"Why do you care so much?", Jeno spat as he forcibly sat up, pushing me off.

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Donghyuck's pov

Healing his wounds with the acidic remedies on my bed, which was sunken by two teenage boys who are bottling up the emotions and questions inside of ourselves.

Mark winced when I applied the cream at the corner of his lips. And that was the first sound he made since we've entered my room. He was in pain, physically and emotionally. Which was unnecessary as to why he seemed to be so affected by it.

Softly holding his hand, inspecting the cuts and dried blood around his prominent knuckles before looking back up at him. No words, just a stare like he wanted to be needed. Really ironic, I am the one who should be the emotional wreck who was neglected by their so-called boyfriend like a stray dog.

As I wrapped the cotton bandage around his wounded hand, I could sense the strong gaze on me. I refused to look up, until he squeezed my hand gently. His mouth opened to say something but he closed it back again. He sighed deeply, which indicated that he was itching to say something...so did I. But I just didn't know where to start.

"What is it?! Why are you being like this?", I lashed out.

"Why am I being like this? Are you out of your mind? You're just going to let him off like that?", Mark retorted. He pulled his hand out of my own and gripped the bed sheets, leaving harsh creases on them.

"It's my relationship, not yours. So stick your ass out of it"

"Is that how you like to be treated? Neglected? Left out on those nights out in cold waiting for someone who doesn't show up?"

Silence

"Or is it just for popularity status?"

"No"

"Why do you love him?"

"No"

"Then what is it?"

My heart was already aching so much from the scene of Jeno and Jaemin together. Mark bombarding me with these difficult questions doesn't make it any better. This feeling is uneasy. I felt my chest becoming heavy and i started to suffocate on my own breath. Those tears that i've retained since the beginning, began to run down like a waterfall.

"H-He makes me feel like I was loved, for a short period. Although he didn't love me, he could just pretend. That's what I needed. Regardless if it was real or not. I wanted to know how it feels to be loved", I cried out, sliding myself down against the cold wall besides my desk.