Next morning Mark exited his bedroom in a very good mood. It was saturday. Mark loves saturdays, because he doesn't have to work on saturdays.
He had all the time in the world to just kick back and relax, and get ready to once the monday comes back around. He was in a real good mood today, he didn't even remember what got him upset last night.
THUD!
Oh right, that thing. He sighed, lying on the floor or more accurately lying on the floor with his legs over Donghyuck's squirming body. Well this was certainly the first time he ever tripped over a person.
"Good morning Minhyungie~ A bit dizzy on your feet I see"
And it looked like Donghyuck was in a good mood too. That was good, maybe now he will be able to get him to Jaemin's or something. Why didn't he think of that before? Oh right because Donghyuck was eating away his patience. Well not today Donghyuck, not today.
"Hey, Minhyungie you mind getting up now? You're kind of crushing me. Or have you fallen for me and can't get up~" Donghyuck sung, trying to imitate who knows what. Yup, he was definitely feeling better.
Mark decided that he already spent enough time on the floor thinking things over, lifted himself up half and positioned himself, so now he was sitting on Donghyuck with his legs straddled on smaller one's thin frame.
"Aww, come on Minhyungie. You are heavy, just so you know" Donghyuck whined.
"Minhyungie? Who the fuck is Minhyungie? I don't see any Minhyungie sitting on you right now" Mark said firmly as if talking to a child.
"Oh come on, really? Fine. Mark get off of me already" Donghyuck huffed out.
"Now is that a way to politely ask someone to do you a favor?" Mark had to admit that he was enjoying this a bit. Donghyuck deserved a lesson.
"Mark will you be so kind as to please get off of me" Donghyuck said quietly but obediently.
"See, was that so hard?" Mark grinned, releasing the younger from under him.
Donghyuck just sighed and for a split second he looked as sad as he was yesterday. And then the mask was back on and continued, oblivious to his feelings just like it always was.
"Minhyungie I'm hungry, what's for breakfast?" Donghyuck looked up curiously, trying to sit up with tied up hands and legs.
"I'm having eggs, and you are having whatever Jaemin is making when I get you to his place"
"Nooo, I don't want to go to Jaemin's, I want to stay here" Donghyuck whined.
"I wasn't aware I was giving you any choice" Mark said, trying to control his temper.
"But Minhyungie…"
"Don't call me like that!"
"…Mark, why can't I stay here?"
"Because I don't want you here."
"Why?"
"Because I hate you."
"Why don't you kill me then!" Donghyuck yelled even though the words hurt him, "Why don't you finally kill me and get this over with!? If you leave me with Jaemin, I'll run away and kill myself and it will still be your fault, so just kill me! Kill me now!"
Mark dropped the pan on the floor and lunged himself towards screaming Donghyuck. His fist connected with Donghyuck's face and fear once again bloomed in those eyes. Those unpredictable eyes.
Mark barely stopped his fist from hitting him one more time. He punched the table next to Donghyuck's head instead, the force of the punch making the table shook and his cup dropped on the floor.
He sighed, trying to calm himself once again. He took out a cigarette, first of many he predicted, and observed the broken cup on the floor.
"You are paying for that" Mark said simply.
"I already transferred all my money to your bank account" Donghyuck said and looked up at Mark's shocked expression. "You are a rich man Minhyungie"
Mark stared at him with disbelief plastered all over his face. His cigarette hung limply from the corner of his lips, unlighted and forgotten. Donghyuck did…what exactly? He transfferd all his money to Mark. Why? They hated each other right?
"The hell did you do that for Donghyuck?"
"I though I would be dead by now, and as far as I know, dead people have no use in money" Donghyuck quietly replied.
"But why me? Why didn't you leave it to your family…your brothers?"
Donghyuck scowled, "I and my family don't really get along, and you know that. I would never leave my money or anything mine to somebody I don't care for"
"But I- "
Mark was interrupted by a pair of soft lips pressing against his. The cigarette fell on the floor forgotten, as Donghyuck took his first kiss away and claimed him his.
Donghyuck didn't fool around or try anything dirty, he didn't even try to claim the entrance to Mark's mouth. He kissed him on the lips softly and sweetly, a kiss full of shy.
Mark was too shocked to pull back, too shocked to think, to act, too shocked to do anything but to sit there and accept a kiss from Donghyuck.
Donghyuck finally pulled away, his cheeks flushed pink, but his determination strong.
"I love you Mark, I've loved you ever since the day I met you. I don't care if you hate me. And if I have to live, I want to live here with you. I'll do whatever you want from me. Please let me be yours"
Donghyuck panted, recovering from his outburst, fearing the emotions that he held hidden for so long. Mark said nothing, still staring at him in complete shock.
Donghyuck bit his lip, and determent to prove his love is true, and leaned in for another kiss. This time more gently, not to further shock the older, he brushed against his lips, faintly but sweetly, leaving Mark's lips to beg for more. He leaned against Mark's chest, listening to fast thumping of his heart.
"I love you Lee Minhyung"
