candy | markhyuck

fifteen

[ third pov ]

"is anyone home?" a raspy voice asked from the other side of the door. haechan looked up at mark with a panicked expression as the older gestured him to calm down.

the person knocked again but more aggressive than before. "shit! they're here for you." mark hissed quietly. he pulled something out from underneath his shirt and carefully set it beside in haechan's hands.

"listen, take this gun and go hide while i open the door." mark instructed as he pulled the blanket off. he looked at haechan one last time with a worried expression before getting up. the younger paused for a minute before getting up and quickly running towards his room, closing the door after.

he gripped the gun tightly in his hands as he looked for a place to hide. "fuck!" he cursed, walking around until he found a good spot.

he pushed his drawer away from the wall and climbed inside the hidden hole in the wall. the hole wasn't big but it definitely could fit him inside. "guess this is a benefit for having a shitty apartment." haechan mumbled as he tried to push the drawer in place.

this hole was a result of an incident that happened before he moved in and he didn't bother fixing it. he just bought a small drawer in hopes of covering it up and now it really did come to use.

just as haechan finished putting the drawer in place, he head mark open the door. their voices weren't clear but it was definitely audible.

"may i help you?" mark asked in a very calm voice, much different from the panicked tone he had before.

"yeah, is lee haechan here? i got a package for him." another voice replied. haechan rolled his eyes; that was the worst acting he had ever heard. even mark knew that he was lying.

"i'm afraid you got the wrong address. i'm minhyung, i moved in last week. maybe he moved out?" mark lied, hoping the man would just leave.

there was no sound and for minute, haechan thought that he had left. just as he was about to come out from his hiding spot, a loud crash came from the living room. panicking, haechan ran out of the room to find mark pinning the man down on the floor.

"idiot! why did you come out-"

mark turned around to look at haechan which gave the enemy an opening. he punched mark across the cheek as he fell to floor.

haechan pulled out the gun as the man walked closer and closer to him. he had cuts on his face which might have been a result from fighting with mark.

"don't come closer!" haechan shouted as his voice shook. his hand was shaking but he didn't let go of the gun.

"shoot him!" mark shouted, groaning while compressing the wound he got from landing roughly against the shreds of glass.

he couldn't shoot him.

"shoot him!"

haechan shut his eyes tightly as he pulled the trigger. and he knew that the moment he did, his life would never be the same.