Wednesday || MarkHyuck

One

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''I see you're smoking again." Haechan mumbled, walking closer to the edge of the abandon bridge, sitting next to the boy with the cigarette in his left hand. It was a chilly, Wednesday night.

"you're not doing any better I suppose." Mark muttered, as he looked to Haechan, then glanced at his covered wrists. Haechan just coughed, and tried to hide left arm, clearly not wanting to talk about that.

It went silent for a few minutes. The only sound that could be heard was water stream below them, and the wind blowing passed them, making both of them shiver a bit.

"Did you confess to that guy yet?" Mark asked after he finished the cigarette. He looked to the boy with a curious expression. He's only know the kid for a month, and only meet every Wednesday night, around 12. They were kind of friends, but strangers at the same time. They didn't go to school together, they don't have each others numbers.

"No. I barely see him, and we aren't that close, so I just cant say I want to meet up." Haechan said, letting out a sigh, as he thought about this certain boy that's been on his mind for the past few weeks.

"Just go right up to him when you see him, and blurt it out." Mark said, giving shitty advice. He's never had a crush, so he never had to deal with confessing. He's also never gotten a confession, so he doesn't know what to tell the boy.

"I'm scared of rejection. I don't want to be humiliated. I'm also pretty sure he's straight." Haechan mumbled with disappointment. He looked down to his cold hands, and started to fiddle around with his fingers.

"You never know. He could change his mind if you confess." Mark said, shrugging his shoulders.

"you're no help." Haechan said, rolling his eyes at the boy.

"I don't know anything about love." Mark said with a soft chuckle. Haechan watched, as Mark laughed. He liked the sound of his laugh, it made him want to laugh along.

''lets try again. I'll try to stop smoking for a week, and you have to try and stop injuring yourself. Deal?" Mark asked with a small smile. That made Haechan snicker.

"we've tried this so many times. Each time, it didn't work." Haechan said. He's tried all the ways to get himself to stop this method. The rubber band, a fidget toy, a stress ball. None of them works. His anxiety attacks seem to be getting worse. The therapy doesn't help. He lies to the therapist. He isn't an open person about his feelings.

"give me your phone." Mark said, reaching out his hand, waiting for the younger to drop it in his hands. Haechan stared at the older in confusion, but nonetheless, he fished it out of his jean pockets, and dropped it in the palm of the older.

Mark opened the phone, and went to the phone app. He quickly typed in his number, and saved himself as 'bestie' then gave it back to the younger.

"Call me when you feel like you're about to do it. Only if you're about to it though." Mark said with a stern tone. Haechan slowly nodded, still confused.

"I'll call if I feel like smoking. Then by next week, we'll see who's clean." Mark said with a smile. Haechan just smiled back, but nodded.

Mark still remembers the day he met the boy. It still saddens him.

*month ago*

Mark was cursing, muttered words as he felt like punching something. He just had a heated argument with his father, and now he was pretty pissed. He ran out of the house in anger. So now here he was, at the abandoned bridge that no one even knew about. He found this place when he and his mom used to go for walks.

When Mark got closer to the bridge, he could see someone standing at the edge, so close to falling off. The water below them would kill him if he fell down.

Mark watched, as the boy inches forward. That's when Mark realized what was happening. His breathing quicken, heart rate going up.

"Stop!" Mark shouted, not too loudly to startle him. He quickly rushed over to the boy, who didn't look much older than he was.

"Get down. It's dangerous to be that close to the edge. You could fall, and might not survive." Mark said, mumbling the last few words. He was still pretty shaken up.

"Maybe that's what I want." The broken boy whispered so quietly, that no one could hear him. But to Mark, it was so loud, that he could feel the hurt in the boys voice.

"It's not what I want. P-please, get away from there." Mark stuttered. He didn't want to move any further, scared that the boy might actually jump. So he kept his distance, not to get too close. The last thing he wanted was for the boy to get hurt.

"Why should I care about what you want?" The boy asked, with a dry chuckle. He looked to Mark, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked down, watching the water hit some rocks. He's checked how deep the water was, and it was quite deep.

From this height, he should die in an instant. He's planned this out, and now was the chance. He didn't have that fear anymore, like all those other times he's tried. He just wanted to it to stop.

"Y-you don't have to care. I-I just don't want to watch someone die again." Mark said, shaking his head, as memories of his mom dying in the hospital bed came flooding his mind.

"Then leave. Don't watch." The boy said.

"No. I don't want to leave, and feel guilty. I don't want to hear on the news, that some boy jumped off the bridge, and knowing I could've stopped it. Just please, get away from the edge." Mark said. He wasn't going to leave, till he knew the boy wasn't on the edge, about to fall off. He wasn't going to let that boy fall.

"I guess I'll see you next week. Make sure you keep that promise. No smoking." Haechan said with a playful glare. Mark only chuckled, but nodded.

"You keep the promise too." Mark said softly. Haechan nodded with a small smile.

This is the part Haechan didn't like. Going their separate ways. The feeling in his heart, it made him miss the older. It made him want to see him again, even if it's from afar. It made him sad.

The sound of his gentle voice, the way he smiled under the night sky, his shining eyes, his entire existence, he would miss it after they left.

He would never admit it to Mark, but he had the biggest crush on him. This whole time, he's been telling Mark about his problems about his crush. It was him all along. He was sure Mark was straight, so he wasn't planning on confessing to him anytime soon.

But maybe, just maybe in the future, when he no longer liked Mark, he would tell him. So he doesn't have to go through rejection.

He watched, as Mark walked away, leaving Haechan standing on the bridge alone.