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

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(Note: I'm so sorry for not posting in like a month...I was really stressed because of school and other things that are going on in my life. I had no inspiration at all because my motivation for life basically died. Well...here I am. Sorry once again, I will try to update this story soon...for now enjoy this chapter💜💕)

|He's the person that he thinks of. He's perfect.|

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--Donghyuck--

"Are you stupid, Jisung?" I yelled as I sat down at the table. He looked at me with puppy eyes, begging me for forgiveness, although I knew it was just one of his evil ways to make me forgive him. "You hate her, so I gave her a hard time, you should be thankful" he said, not even the slightest hint of guilt in his voice. I sighed. "I am thankful in a way, but now everyone thinks it was me" I said and he looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "Even Mark?" He asked, making me look up, my cheecks now had a shade of light pink. "I was with him the whole time, of course he knows I didn't do it" I said, looking away almost immediately. I could almost see Jisung smirk as I felt his stare on me. "Donghyuckie is in love~" he teased, making me sigh once more. "I'm not in love, I--"
"Donghyuckie is in love~ in love with Mark~" Jisung kept on repeating, as I felt my face heat up, I was almost sure I looked like a tomato. I hid my face in my hands and Jisung stopped, but still let out a pleased laugh. "I'm sorry, Hyuck" he said and I looked at him. "You're not actually sorry" I said and he chuckled once again. "Indeed, I'm not sorry" he said and turned his gaze back to his phone, I rolled my eyes at him. He's such a pain in the ass sometimes.

~•~

I would be lying if I said Mark wasn't the hottest guy I ever laid eyes on. Because really, he was by far the most handsome. It pained me, honestly.
My head was leaning on my hand, slightly tilted as I looked at him. He looked at the white board, before looking back at his work. That cycle continued for some time, although I wasn't sure how long. He then looked at me, making me slightly startled. I looked at my own work almost immediately as I awkwardly played with my pen in my other hand. He chuckled. "Why were you looking?" He asked, his eyes soon back on his work. "I wasn't looking at you" I answered, maybe a bit too quick. "You think I didn't notice?" He asked and I felt my face heat up once again. "I mean...I was just...zoomed out" I blurted out, my face probably a shade of red as I desperately tried to hide my cheecks.
He looked at me again, I didn't look at him however. I just felt his eyes almost burning into me.

Something that I didn't notice was his smile. A smile that he gave me at that moment, it probably would've killed me right then and there. But I refused to look at him for another second at this point. With tomato red cheecks and dry lips, it wasn't the best look.

He looked away after a time, a time that felt like it lasted a life time. I almost let out a sigh of relief as my nervousness washed away again. "You're cute when you're shy" he suddenly said, making my heart skip just another beat. "I'm not shy, shut up" I said, trying to sound less affected than I was. He should know what he was doing to me.

Maybe he did know.

--3rd person Pov--

Mark knew what he was doing with the younger. He kind of already knew what the other felt for him as well, it was just a weird feeling he had and the fibe the other gave off on him. He didn't mind it. Heck, he enjoyed it even.

He would be lying if he said he felt nothing for the younger. Cause he obviously did. Not like he would ever admit it to himself nor would he even admit it to the younger. He didn't actually love him, did he?

If you'd ask, he would say no.

But secretly he knew it wasn't completely the truth.

But, no.

He didn't like Donghyuck.

He just liked the way the younger spoke, mostly when he spoke out his name. A sound as sweet as honey.

He just liked the way the younger walked, like he was carefree and that young kid again. It was almost adorable in Mark's eyes.

He just liked the way the younger would subtly touch him, on his shoulder, his hands. Or when he would play with his ear, almost as if Mark wad younger than Donghyuck. Mark would push him away but he never really hated it. Maybe he liked it, liked it when Donghyuck wanted his attention.

He just liked the younger's smile.

Liked his laugh.

Liked the cheesy jokes he would drop at the wrong time.

What didn't he like about Donghyuck?

He wasn't sure.

So when he looked at the younger next to him, his face flushed with a red colour, Mark smiled. Cause he wouldn't lie about the fact that nobody is perfect, but...

He's the person that he thinks of.

Cause to Mark,

he's perfect.