Wednesday || MarkHyuck

Three

"That'll be 14 dollars." Mark said, as he put the items into the plastic bag. He handed it to the man, with a look of boredom. He really wanted to get off work, and just go sleep.

The guy handed him the money, then left the convenience store, leaving the changes for tips. Mark sat on the chair, and picked up the book. He wasn't allowed to use his phone, so he just read whenever the store wasn't busy.

Mark wasn't a student, so he didn't need to study. He wasn't planning on going to university yet, or at all. He didn't have any dream job, or future plans for his life at the moment.

He got this job 3 months ago. He planned on saving enough money, so he could move out of the bastards house. He didn't want to see that assholes face everyday. His wife was even worse. She was in her early 30's. He assumed it was because his dad was quite wealthy.

After a few hours of working, he finally got off. It was now 9:30, and it was starting to get dark. He got on the bus, and made his way back to the place he once called home.

The ride back was peaceful. He liked long rides. It was time he could think, without being interrupted. It was a time he could relax, without anyone bothering him. It was a time he could listen to his music.

Mark looked up when he felt a tap on his shoulder. There stood one of his close friends, Yukhei. They met through their fathers. Yukhei's father is a close Colleague with Marks father. They were introduced to each other when they were both 12. It was a business dinner, and Yukhei had come along.

Yukhei is the only person he could trust in this world. He was there to comfort him when his mom died. He was there to comfort him through the abuse his dad gave him. He was there when he graduated high school. He was like a brother he never had.

"Mark Lee! I haven't seen you in ages." Yukhei said with his usual wide smile. He sat beside the younger, and looked to him.

"It's only been two weeks since we last hung out." Mark said, rolling his eyes. But he smiled, because he did miss his friend.

"It felt like decades. School is stressing me out man." Yukhei said with a sigh. He's been in university since September, now it's May. He already feels like crying from all the work. The pace they were working at was probably the worst part. He still had a few years left of university. Which made him even more stressed.

"Sucks to be you." Mark said with a laugh. Yukhei only rolled his eyes. The two then stayed in a comfortable silence.

When Marks Stop came up, he quickly said bye to the older. When he got off, he made his way to the dreadful house. The last place he wanted to be in. He would rather be with his annoying co worker than there.

When Mark walked in the house, he immediately saw that woman and that asshole sitting in the living watching some boring show. He glared at them, then made his way to the staircase.

"Where the hell were you?" His dads voice asked with a stern voice. He stopped in his tracks, looked to the ugly bastard.

"None of your business." He spat. He glared at him, like he was some sort of monster. He's never felt so much hatred towards a person. But when he sees his dad, he feels like ripping tongue out.

"You were supposed to clean the house! You should thank EunHee for being nice, and doing your work." His father spat with anger laced in his voice. His expression remained calm though. The atmosphere was tense.

"You mean that gold digger? Not that I care for your stupid money, but she's using you. Also, I think I saw her sneak out some random young dude a couple of nights ago." Mark said. He watched as his dads face got red in anger. The way his eyes flared up, made him chuckle dryly.

"I knew I should've put you up for adoption. But your stupid whore of a mother wouldn't let me." The man muttered to him.

That's when Mark lost it. All the built up anger he's been holding in seemed to be spilling out. "Don't you dare call her that you filthy, disgusting bastard!" Mark yelled out. He launched forward, he punched the man straight across the face, leaving his knuckles throbbing in pain. But that wasn't on his mind. He was too angered to even notice the pain.

"You fucking mistake of a child!" His father yelled. He walked straight up to Mark, and hit him across the face. Not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times, making sure the boy felt the pain.

He threw the groaning, bloody boy to the floor, and left the house after kicking him once. All while this happened, the woman was screaming in fear, as she watched her husband beat up a child.

The woman followed the man. Leaving Mark coughing. He felt as if the man punched out the air in him. His head pounded, from being thrown to the floor so hard.

He got up, and made his way upstairs, to his room. When he entered, and went to get his backpack, and immediately started to put some clothes in there. After he made sure he had all his shit together, he left the house.

Mark didn't exactly know where he was going. He only had 250 dollars on him. He couldn't spend that on a hotel room, because he still needed to save money.

He couldn't go to Yukhei's house, because he knew his dad would make things more complicated if he saw him like this.

Hit feet ended up taking him to the bridge. He sat on the edge, and just listened to the sound of the water below him.

He turned to his left, where Haechan would usually be sitting, talking about anything that made him happy. It seemed that this crush was the only thing that made him somewhat happy.

He was glad that whoever that person was, was making Haechan smile.

Mark suddenly felt sad. He didn't want to admit it, but he missed the boy. He missed his voice. It was one of the sounds that made him truly smile.

Marks hand went to his pocket, and grabbed an all too familiar box. He looked at it, slowly taking out a stick.

One won't hurt. Right?

His anxiety was starting to take a toll on him. He breathing went uneven. His hands were visibly shaking. He needed one.

Just one.

He brought out his lighter, and his cigarette, bringing them closer together. As he was about to light the stick, his phone rang. He dropped the down, placing them right beside him.

He picked up his phone, and saw an unfamiliar number. He frowned. He wasn't sure if he should answer it. He doesn't usually answer unfamiliar numbers.

But something inside of him to just answer it. So he answered, not expecting to hear a cry.

"M-mark." The voice of Haechan Spoke into his phone. He sounded scared, broken, and sad. Mark's sudden urge to smoke has vanished, as he was too busy to try and calm the boy so he could form proper sentences.

"I n-need you." The boy stuttered out.