To all the people I don't like // Markhyuck

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|It didn't mean anything, or so I thought. I couldn't figure out the meaning that laid behind it all.|

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--Mark--

It took me some time to realize what had actually happened just now. Processing the words he let out so stupidly, which, right now, was a good thing. I honestly didn't know what I would do with this information. There was something about him that I couldn't seem to figure out, just like I didn't seem to get it off my mind. But sitting here, in his room, had a weird sad feel to it all. It wasn't all that heavy at first, but later on that feeling progressed into something much more noticable. And although everything was all that miserable and bad, the small frame of a person laid there, breathing softly with his chest going up and down. It gave peace.

"Oh, how much you deserve" I said, although it was more of a whisper. One hand made it's way to the younger male's hair, playing with the strands of smooth blonde, almost light brown, hair. He was everything and he held it all.

Laying down on the soft mattress had never felt so good, but knowing someone was next to you might even feel better than usual. Already feeling that warmth of a body next to me as I pulled the sheets over my, still clothed, body. I smiled, looking at the boy laying next to me. And just like him, I closed my eyes, letting go of almost everything for a second. And maybe secretly,

I had pulled his body closer to mine.

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--Donghyuck--

I woke up to the light burning my eyes, I must've forgotten to close the curtains, which wasn't unusual for me. Today was something different, no, nothing had happened, something just felt different, right then and there. My bed had a weird kind of warmth which I hadn't felt in years. So I opened my eyes, slowly to help adjust to the brightly lit room, turning around slowly not really expecting much, thinking it was just me.

As I turned around fully I wasn't expecting another person next to me, and most surely, I wasn't expecting the person who it was either.

Thinking about the most logical explanation I felt my chest and sighed in relief as I felt the fabric of my shirt against my palm. The good thing was, nothing happened between us, at least, I hoped not.
I sat up soon enough, looked around the room for anything that could be slightly off. Yet, everything was exactly the same, except for the body laying on MY bed. Weirdly enough, I didn't freak out as much as I would've thought from myself.

I sat there for a moment, asking myself if I should wake him up or not. As I reached to touch his shoulder my hand froze. I decided not to. Instead I got up, went downstaires to make coffee for the both of us.

"Honey" I heard my mom say as I turned around to see her stand in the doorway of the kitchen. "Coffee?" I asked and she nodded before smiling softly at me. There was another moment of silence. "You know, your friend came in yesterday--"
"Yeah, he's still here" I answered before she could finish. She sighed, although I didn't look at her, I could almost feel how cold it all became. "What will your father think about this, honey?" She asked, making me turn to her fully. "Mom, nothing happened, absolutely nothing, I promise" I said and she nodded once more. Once I turned away from her again, I felt like my eyes were burning, I hadn't noticed it before, but I felt like crying at that moment.

Holding in my tears for another few minutes as the coffee brew was weirdly painful.

After the coffee was finally finished, and I had basically threw everything in the cups, I went up to my room. The two cups in my hands as I trembled just from holding them. As I walked in my room, kicking the door closed behind me and looking back up, tears now streaming down my cheecks. Even if everything was blurry, I could see make up the figure sitting up in my bed, and of course I knew exactly who it was. I sniffed once and made my way to the bed as well, placing the two cups on my nightstand. The hand on my shoulder came as a surprise at first but I gave in to the touch, getting back on the bed and pressing myself against the person I needed now. I was gladly accepted by him as he held me closer.

"It will be okay" he said and I nodded, not even looking at him. "I-I'm sorry about w-what happened a-and what I s-said" I sobbed, trying to hold in anymore cries. "You shouldn't be" he answered, kissing my forehead after.

It didn't mean anything, or so I thought.

I couldn't figure out the meaning that laid behind it all.