A BOY TO DIE FOR | MARKŸUCK

A BOY TO DIE FOR | 2

Haechan side eyed the back of the class room as he was used to doing randomly during the day

"He's missing again..."

Mark had been missing for two days,nothing new actually, the older boy had arrived to that school for less than two weeks and he was already missing days as if he was on vacation.

Haechan would usually not notice if a student was absent,but with Mark...it was different...Mark himself was different.

Haechan was really good at reading people,he would always joke around saying he had a 6th sense, and he really did...until now. Mark was the first person the younger boy struggled to understand. He was so hard to read. So hard to feel in emphaty with.

But after that encounter the other day he had felt like he knew him. He knew Mark better than anyone in his class, actually better than anyone in that whole school. And that made him smile.

"He's missing again...." Said a girl whispering to her friend as they were hanging out next to the vending machine "He's so weird,I mean,he's cute but he looks like the type of person who will stalk the girl he likes" Said the girl with blonde dyed hair making the other one laugh

"Oh my god,imagine, I bet he has fantasies on girls in class and has an obsession for someone...he just looks like that type" answered her friend

"Are you talking about Mark Hyung?" Said Hyuck passing by with a lollipop in his mouth,the voices and the rumors had caught his attention "you do know it's rude to speak about others behind their back?"

"Oh,I'm sorry,Donghyuck Oppa" Said the girl bowing surprised "I didn't know you were friends with Mark"

"W-We're not friends." Said Haechan not knowing how to label their strange and new relationship. They weren't together but they were not even friends, you could say they were acquittances but an acquittance of yours doesn't ask you to swallow their cum.

"I just know him in a personal way,so it bothers me hearing these things"

Oh do you know him,Haechanie? Are you sure about that...?

*PASSAGE BY MARK'S DIARY (when he was in his 1 st year of highschool)*

That night I prayed to be dead.

I wished to never wake up again.

I felt my heart become heavy in my chest like something was putting a weight on it.

My dad had called me a "bitch" ,he had said I was selfish, "you are mentally ill" he would yell.

But that wasn't the first time those words would come out of his mouth so it didn't hit me that hard.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks,I felt so tired. So exhausted.

My father would look at me and say that if I had a problem,if my life was so miserable and sad like I acted it was then it would be best if he would bring me to a psychologist,and talk about this so called problem.

I don't have a problem.

That's what I thought to myself.

My dad thought he knew me so well,but he didn't know half of the things that went through my mind.

He would say "a father always knows what's wrong with his child".

But he didn't, because If he did he wouldn't have said those mean words.

I would justify them saying to myself that he simply wasn't in the mood. That was the reason why such sly things had come out of his mouth. But he knows me,so he says ,he knows me so well.

When I was in middle school I tried to kill myself.

I was going through a hard period,I was suffering a lot, I had suicidal thoughts practically every hour of the day. In my mind were things I couldn't comprehend. Things no one should ever think about. It was then,in that period, when I thought for the first time of...murder.

When he left the house to go to work in the afternoon I would look out of my window,and stare at the street,looking at how small the people seemed from up there,I would count how many windows there were below until the ground.
I would always ask my self the same question as I contemplated what was underneath me "how high can it be?"

Every day I did that. Waiting to get the courage. But no. I was a pussy. Hated the idea of the pain.

I looked up on the internet "ways to commit suicide without pain."

I heard a lot about overdose. Overdose from pills specifically.

I tried that once,I chugged down 5-6 pills of Tylenol thinking it would be enough. Too scared to try more.

I felt sleepy and when my eyes were about to close I smiled thinking for once things had gone right. Things had gone my way.

But I woke up. I cried that day. Maybe even more than tonight.

Did you know that, dad?

Of course you didn't.

*END OF PASSAGE*

As much as Haechan insisted on thinking he knew Mark,he really didn't know anything about him.

What Haechan thought were the deepest parts of Mark's mind were just the surface. Just the tip of the iceberg.

But unfortunately for him he was going to learn more of the pretty stranger real soon.