thirteen

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donghyuck groaned as he heard another knock on his front door. he was currently trying to do his homework, but he couldn't with this person constantly knocking on the door. he really didn't want to answer, but he didn't have a choice.

"who is it?" he yelled as he neared the front door.

"it's mark."

donghyuck froze and choked on his saliva, making him cough loudly. mark showing up at his house at four in the afternoon was about the last thing he was expecting.

"you okay in there? i can hear you coughing."

donghyuck peeked through the peephole and sure enough, mark was standing outside. in his arms were the textbooks that the younger boy dropped earlier.

"could you open the door, my arms are dying."

the door swung open and the two boys faced each other. they said nothing as they took in each other's new appearance. mark gulped nervously as his eyes fell on the other boy's earrings and newly dyed hair. it was like a completely different person was standing in front of him. on the other hand, for mark, nothing really changed. he just grew taller and his voice became deeper.

"uh," mark started and cleared his throat. "you look nice."

"why are you here?" donghyuck said quietly as he leaned on the doorway, crossing his arms.

"you dropped your books so i thought i'd bring them to you."

donghyuck took the books from mark and set them inside the house on the floor. he bit his lip as he looked at the boy in front of him. he seemed so grown up and different.

"do you want to come inside?" donghyuck gave him a bright smile, hoping that they could maybe fix their friendship.

"sorry, i can't. i actually have a date that i have to get ready for."

mark jumped back as the door was suddenly shut in front of him. he rubbed the back of his neck before turning around and starting the walk back to his own house.

meanwhile, on the other side of the door, donghyuck was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. it was weird how much those few sentences hurt.

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