Gangsta ~ Markhyuck

chapter 13

donghyuck found himself uncharacteristically spacing in and out of most of his lessons

he was thankful for all his friends were doing to make him feel better but nothing could fill the parent sized void in his heart

the new boy, yangyang in his vocal class was unfailingly cheerful and kind. though he had soon discovered that rapping was more of his forte

he had introduced donghyuck to his friends hendery and xiaojun at lunch, taking an instant liking towards the bright and energetic boys. he couldn't keep his eyes off a particular sharply angled, bold browed boy

renjun seemed a bit hesitant towards the boys but donghyuck brushed it off, assuming it was due to his personality, and jaemin was friendly and cheerful as ever, naming yangyang his second child

he wondered how he had never noticed the trio before as he shared a couple of classes with them, soon realising they were relatively new to the school and took it upon himself to make them feel at home

the boys had exchanged numbers before the end of the day, waving goodbye to donghyuck who walked over to meet jeno

"what's got you over the moon?" jeno asked, noticing the lift in donghyuck's mood

the younger shrugged it off, the small smile keeping its place on his pretty face

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mark lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling

he wanted to comfort donghyuck after missing his chance after the brother's abrupt exit the day before

he sympathised for the boy, knowing how it felt to lose your family

he sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day

taeil had come in before seeing the bys state and told him to "give him time, space and to be understanding"

taking this opportunity his thoughts swerved left into the lane of his confused feelings

confused feeling for donghyuck

mark didn't fail to notice how his heart went on a mini rollercoaster ride whenever the boy scrunched his nose

or pouted and furrowed his brows when he was frustrated

or how he blushed easily

or how he would hum out tunes to songs unconsciously when he was focused

he had been noticing all that and more

never before had he felt that way towards anyone, let alone a boy

he had always viewed any emotional connection with someone other than his closest friends to be a weakness. he had already experienced what it was like having everything held dear to his heart ripped away and gone in an instance

in the midst of his swarming thoughts he heard the front door open and the sound of faint voices

sitting up and glancing in the mirror to fix his appearance briefly he jogged down the stairs to greet the boy