To all the people I don't like // Markhyuck

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|Go fuck yourself.|

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--Donghyuck--

"Come on, hyung, she isn't be that bad".

Jisung said, taking another bite of his packed sandwhich. "No, not to you" I mumbled, making him raise an eyebrow at me. "Don't look at me like that" he sighed, looking away from me. "Other than some stupid jokes, what did she do? What did Seulgi do to make you hate her so much?" He asked me, his mouth full of food.

"She kind of hates me, so I hate her, I have my reasons, Jisung" I said, obviously annoyed, as he chuckled at me. "Come on, hyung, get over it" he said, before paying absolute attention to his phone again. He smiled brightly.

"Are you talking to that guy again?" I asked, he didn't even look up at me as he simply hummed in response.

'Don't make me hate him as well, Jisung.'

~•~

I walked into class, already getting stares thrown my way. I'm used to it, was what I always tell myself, but, did I really get used to it?
Every day was torture, but nobody really gave a fuck about me, huh?
But, I'm used to it.

Seulgi walked into class, along with Wendy and Joy, a smile on her face. It was not like I hated her, maybe I did hate her actually. But "hate" is such a strong word. I'd rather save that word for someone else. I looked at my table, not wanting to see that look on her face any longer. Then came her voice.

"Hyuckie~ are you alright?" I heard and the rest of the class must've heard it too. Everyone looked at me, slightlt confused. Although, everyone knew she was being far from polite. A smirk on her face as she raised an eyebrow at me. "Going to answer me?" She asked in a teasing voice, as I simply stared at my desk without saying a word. "Ever heard about manners, Hyuckie? Or did your mommy never teach you?" She let out a chuckle, as she sat down at her seat. I felt myself heat up from anger. I couldn't do anything. Cause I was always the one to blame. But, I'm used to it.

~•~

"Stop being so stupid, Donghyuck."

My dad said, as he placed the news paper on the counter. He looked at me with an almost angry expression, making me look down at my feet.
"You know mom and I don't like it when you talk like that" he said.
"But, I--"

"No, I don't want to hear it, Hyuck" he interrupted me, as he grabbed the news paper again, his eyes still on me. "You are NOT gay, you will come home with a woman, understood?". I simply nodded at him. "Now, go to your room, I don't want to see you" he said, as I quietly walked up to my room.

I let out a painful sob once my bedroom door closed behind me.

It was always like this. I'm used to it.

I went to my desk, sat down on my chair and grabbed my notebook. I stared at it for a moment before opening it again. I stared at the names, all nicely written on there. I sighed, grabbing my pen. I smiled slightly, before leaning back satisfied. I stared at the ceiling.

"Go fuck yourself."