flipped :: markhyuck

30 | red-handed

'thirty

the boys barely made it to the front door of mark's house before they pressed themselves against each other, haechan weaving his hand into mark's hair and mark running his hands all over haechan's body.

"let me get my keys," mark muttered, reaching into his back pocket but holding haechan against the door. he unlocked it quickly, only to realise his parents were at home as he spotted the light on in the kitchen around the corner.

"shit," he cursed, getting himself off haechan as his mum called, "mark? are you home?"

haechan widened his eyes and fixed his hair, clearing his throat as mark replied, "yeah! hyuck's with me."

"come into the kitchen!" she called, and he looked over at haechan, who whispered, "i should just go."

"no," mark shook his head, "come say hi."

he closed the door, rubbing haechan's shoulder comfortingly before walking into the dining room. "hey mum- oh, dad's here too."

"glad to see you too," his dad retorted. "who's that hiding behind you? haechan?"

"hi mr lee," he mumbled,  receiving a nod in reply.

"why are you boys back so early? it's not even ten."

"oh, we..." mark looked back at haechan. "we thought it would be better to hang out at home instead. the formal was a bit boring."

"formal's can't be boring," his dad deadpanned, and mark shrugged.

"our school works miracles," he countered, nudging at the boy behind him. "let's go upstairs, hyuck."

"okay," he nodded, turning once more to smile at the parents before heading for the stairs behind mark.

as soon as haechan fell onto his bed, mark closed the door. "that wasn't bad."

"i don't think i can breathe around your dad," haechan sighed.

"well, he never comes into my room," mark said, pulling him forward on the bed with a smirk ghosting over his lips.

"still, we have to be... careful... mark," haechan pursed his lips as mark leaned in for his neck, keeping his hands low on haechan's waist as the young boy struggled to keep quiet.

"mark... they could come in..." haechan couldn't help but squeal as mark pushed him onto the bed, hovering his body weight over him.

"well then, i guess we just have to keep quiet."

he pressed his lips hard against him, the white sheets surrounding them as haechan instinctively pushed lightly against mark's chest.

"mark... you're crazy," he breathed, laughing quietly as mark replied, "you're not stopping me, are you?"

"not really, no," he admitted, his heart skipping a beat as mark laughed attractively before kissing his shoulder. 

"you're so pretty," mark murmured, pulling away and admiring the boy whose hair was messily pushed back and whose tan skin glistened.

haechan smiled, but he could never reply. he couldn't.

the door slammed open. all he heard was the door be opened, and suddenly he was cold. mark was no longer at his touch. someone shouted. haechan got goosebumps, more from the screams than the cold.

"get off of him, you fag!"

by the time haechan sat up on the bed, mark was on the ground. his dad slapped him. not once, not twice, not twenty times. he wouldn't stop.

haechan eyes welled up with tears as he let out a choked sob. "please stop."

"how dare you bring this gay shit into this house?!" his dad screamed, grabbing his collar. "what are you? answer me!"

"leave haechan," mark croaked out, only to be slapped again.

"i said answer me, you faggot," his dad growled. haechan was petrified. only when he heard mark's voice did he come to his senses, but even then he didn't know what to do. so he did the only thing he could.

he left. 

he knew that his presence would only make it harder for mark, so even as his dad spat, "you're next," as he scurried out, he didn't stop. he ran down the stairs and out the front door, and he knew mrs lee had seen him, and it made everything worse and haechan felt so stupid for doing everything that he did.

the worst part was he could still see the dim lighting of mark's room which masked the truly horrifying, illegal actions that were unravelling inside. haechan was the cause of mark's sufferings, and the most he could do was stay away.

justice said that no-one deserved to be discriminated for being themselves. but justice wasn't made for the minority.