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"You meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your life is changed forever."
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Donghyuck shook the drink in his hands, making sure it was thoroughly mixed before handing it off to the customer. Donghyuck was back to work, seeing as Mark had been acting perfectly fine lately. His boss respected that he had a boyfriend and moved him behind the bar, where people could still ogle at him, but they couldn't touch.
Donghyuck hadn't informed Mark about the current situation, thinking he would get jealous. So, Mark showed up to the club as usual, thinking he was still in the clear. He had seen Taeyong two more times after that night, both ending the same way. Mark would regret it in the morning, he always did. He would wake up in Taeyong's arms with a killer headache, and regret everything. He felt so guilty when he left the club and went straight to Donghyuck's house, but he still went back each night anyway, the blunt between his lips blowing the guilt away.
Mark spotted Taeyong at the bar, casually making his way to him, and sitting in his usual seat. He gave the shocked bartender his order, not paying attention to who it was. Donghyuck decided to stay quiet, wanting to see where this was going. He felt betrayed, obviously, but his curiosity was winning over. He could smell the weed on Marks clothes, see it in his eyes and his crooked smile. Mark was falling into the same hole Donghyuck had, but a little bit deeper and harder to reach.
Donghyuck handed Mark his drink, making sure to duck under the counter when the boy looked his way. He could still hear Taeyong and Mark's conversation over the loud music. His boss looked at him funnily, and Donghyuck brought a finger to his lips, pointing to the counter above him. His boss looked, silently 'ohing' in recognition, and returned to wiping the counters.
"Ready for round four, baby," he heard Taeyong say. He could hear Mark's giggle, before the chairs scraped against the floor, signalling they had left. Donghyuck rose from behind the counter, a horrified expression on his usually calm face.
Donghyuck spent his entire shift waiting for Mark to come back to the bar, tell Donghyuck he was kidding and how much he loved him. But it never happened, and it worried Donghyuck.
It was obvious what Mark was doing with Taeyong, and that alone pissed Donghyuck off, but what really made him upset is when Taeyong said 'round four'.
Did that mean Mark had been cheating on him this entire time? Did everything Donghyuck did for him mean nothing?
"Donghyuck, can you check the rooms before we lock up? If someone's in one just leave them and put one of these on the door," his boss handed him several do-not-disturb signs before he could even reply. Donghyuck sighed, walking from behind the counter and beginning the trek up the stairs. He made it to the top, panting slightly. His inactivity from the pole had taken a greater toll on his body than he thought. Donghyuck opened a few doors, most empty, some occupied by one of his co-workers and a sleeping customer. He neared the last door and froze when he heard a quiet moan. He was going to just place a sign and walk away, but he heard someone inside yell out 'Mark!' and he had to check. He had to know if the love of his life was actually cheating on him.
Donghyuck carefully turned the knob, trying to make sure the door didn't creak and expose him. He had the door almost fully open and peeked inside.
His assumptions were correct. Rage filled his body, taking over the overwhelming sadness. He stood, not caring about being caught.
"Can I join?" He asked sarcastically. Neither looked at him, but Mark gave a small nod. Donghyuck looked at him incredulously. Taeyong noticed him first, his unusual eyes widening in realization.
"Yeah, it's me bitch. Surprise!" Donghyuck gave him a sardonic smile, attempting a surprised face. Mark finally caught on to Taeyong's disbelief, and looked at the person who interrupted them.
"Just wanted to stop by and let you know we're over, but I'mma get going now. Work awaits!" Donghyuck held eye contact with Mark during his entire speech, who was now starting to sober up at the sight of Donghyuck. The boy strolled out of the room, keeping his most nonchalant facade up as he walked. He could hear Mark's footsteps as he ran after him, but he continued forward, not once looking back.
Donghyuck made it almost halfway home, Mark still following him, before the boy decided to stop him.
"Donghyuck, please, it's not what you think." Mark pleaded, grabbing onto his arm.
"Oh, so that wasn't by boyfriend cheating on me with his bestfriend's ex?"
Mark stayed silent, and Donghyuck scoffed.
"Yeah, thought so."
"No, wait, you don't get it. Taeyong's different now, he's more, I don't know, just different."
"Okay, and? He's different, you're the same. You are just as at fault as he is. Mark, I thought you loved me. I gave you everything I had," Donghyuck's eyes were watering with unshed tears.
Mark rolled his eyes, becoming frustrated with Donghyuck's attitude.
"Taeyong gave me more than you ever did," he said, dropping Donghyuck's arm.
"Mark Lee, that is where you wrong," Donghyuck grabbed Mark this time, pinning him to a nearby wall. "He gave you his body, I gave you my fucking heart." Donghyuck let go of him, regaining his nonchalant composure. He breathed in, calming his racing heart, and began walking again. Mark stared after him in shock and guilt. All his emotions pouring out of his eyes in waterfalls. Donghyuck was always there for him, through the funeral and the depression. Donghyuck always made him feel better. Donghyuck made his heart race without even touching him. But most of all, Donghyuck made him believe in love, and now Mark had just lost him for good.
Mark had trailed Donghyuck all the way home, like a puppy begging for forgiveness. But he knew he had fucked up too bad this time. No sorry was going to fix the storm he had caused in Donghyuck's heart.
Donghyuck reached his house, unlocking it and stepping inside. He looked back at Mark through a crack in the door, saying one last thing before slamming the door shut,
"A negative plus a negative will never equal a positive, no matter how you word it. Maybe this is for the better."
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this shit hurted.
