(A/N if you ever question Mark's mood changes, it's because he had time to cool down)
You know, we were in love once," Donghyuck says, looking at the pictures of us I still had hanging up.
"Yeah...we were," I say softly.
He wasn't wrong. We were in love. Head over heels, he was my one and only. My sun. I was his moon and we fit together in perfect harmony.
"I remember when you asked me out. That day at the park. You kept stuttering and you ended up having to text me what you were trying to say. It was so cute," Donghyuck chuckles and I smile lightly at the memory.
"You were cute," I say looking over at him. A blush settles over his face as our eyes meet again. This time there was nothing but softness in both of us.
There is a sharp tug on my heart. Ripping it in two. I almost have to clutch my chest. I yank my eyes away from Donghyuck and settle them on our prom photo.
"Johnny hyung took that photo didn't he," He asks. I can't believe he couldn't remember. That night was so important and special and it was one of the memories I always looked back to when things were rough.
"Yeah, yeah he did," I say quietly, biting my lip. Why was it so awkward? Hyuck and I have been dating for six years and have known each other since the age of twelve.
My eyes flick to another picture of us. We were standing next to each other, my arm around hyuck's waist as we held high school diplomas.
"Remember when Mr. Jung said I wouldn't pass. I wanted to shove my diploma right in his face," Hyuck says, I can hear the smile in his voice. He did really hate Mr. Jung. He hated science in general.
There was another picture of all of us standing together. Me, Hyuck, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, Jisung. It was a Polaroid we took using Renjun's old camera.
They had all came to the funeral. Renjun and Chenle even flew back from China. None of them cried, at least not in front of me. They all hugged me and said they were sorry but they shouldn't have been. Hyuck wasn't only mine. I shared him with them.
"How are they," sadness settles in his tone.
"Okay, I think. Renjun and Chenle are in China, Jisung got into some dance academy, Jaemin went to America, and Jeno got a modeling contract," I say without moving my eyes from the tacked photo.
"How are the hyungs?"
"They're good. Nothing has really changed. They are upset with what's happened but they wouldn't show it. Taeyong hyung has cried a few times but I wasn't supposed to see," an image of the older, crying in the hospital bathroom appears in my head.
"How are you?"
I can feel his eyes on me. The gaze burns holes in my cheek.
"Upset, numb, angry. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen," I state clenching my jaw as I flick my eyes towards a photo of Hyuck and I standing outside of my college.
"I'm sorry Mark. I really am," his words come out drenched in sorrow and regret.
"I'm not sure I believe you. I don't know if I can."
"I understand."
