sticky notes | markhyuck

seven

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"stay.. please?"

mark felt like he was begging for the latter not to leave him. he felt bad. he was wrong. 

despite the faster pace of his pumping heart, donghyuck could control himself. he took a deep breath before he sat down but taking one seat away from the latter.

mark was not buying his action as he shifted to sit the unoccupied seat next to donghyuck. donghyuck's body tensed while he felt the gaze of the canadian male on him. donghyuck just kept his stare on his laps or more like his fidgeting fingers.

"i'm sorry about the other day," mark started, checking the silent male. he didn't want him to cry and continued, "i'm sorry for yelling at you, i'm sorry for making you cry, i'm sorry for calling you- you know, i don't want to say it again but i'm really, truly, seriously sorry for being an ass."

donghyuck just heard what mark was saying to him. he didn't notice that the first tear rolled down his cheek, quickly dropped to his lap. he didn't know if it was a tear of happiness that mark was apologizing to him or sad that mark had found out about his condition. 

"hyuckie.. i'm sorry," mark remembered that name chenle used to call the latter as he thought it would comfort him.

but it made donghyuck to cry harder, tears pooling on his spectacles' glasses.

mark scooted closer and without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around donghyuck's body. donghyuck was panicked at first but he felt mark patted his head softly and somehow, he felt comfortable in the latter's embrace. donghyuck continued to cry in mark's neck as mark pulled him closer than he ever been.

"it's okay to cry.. let it out.. i'm sorry," mark whispered, not wanting to scare the latter as he rocked their body back and forth lightly.

donghyuck's heart swelled in contentment. usually, his anxiety would kick in and his palms would get sweaty due to nervousness. however, being wrapped in mark's arms felt so right it made him afraid. what was this boy doing to him? had donghyuck fell to the bottom of the pit of love? would he survive or just drown without mark saving him?

slowly, donghyuck loosened his grip on mark's shirt, not realizing that he clutched strongly on the object. he sniffed the liquid that was threatening to fall from his nostrils, lowering his head.

mark placed his index finger on donghyuck's chin, lifting his head slowly to see the latter's face. puffy eyes, cheeks were still wet and his glasses of spectacles that slid down his nose bridge were stained with tears. donghyuck looked anywhere except mark. 

taking the spectacles off, mark wiped the tears on donghyuck's cheeks with his thumbs. he stopped for a while and for the first time in his life, mark had finally seen a very pretty boy. a breathtaking one if he would describe; the brown orbs were looking away from him would make him lost if he stared long enough, the cute button nose that was perfect to place a soft kiss on, the cheeks with a slight blush dusting over the surface and the small pinkish pouty lips looked alluring, asking to be taken immediately--