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

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|As much as I want to hate you, I simply can't get myself to even disliking you one bit.|

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--Donghyuck--

"So...back to the school play" Mark started and I sighed, knowing what he meant by that. "You told me something and I believe you still know what" he spoke again and I gave him a slight nod. "Well...you ran home and...I went after you" Mark said and I sighed. "Yeah I know, I was pretty surprised waking up next to you, y'know, of course I remember so what exactly is your point here" I asked and he sighed too, going back to my bed and sitting down on the edge.

"At first you were cold, Hyuck" Mark said and looked at me "very cold". I looked down at my feet, managing to nod my head a bit again. "And I didn't care because I wanted to give you a chance...I still haven't changed my mind nor do I regret it" he said, making me look up at him. "I also remember when you cried at school and you refused to tell me why..." I opened my mouth to speak but he didn't let me "why I stayed?" He said and my mouth closed. That was my question all along. "Well I stayed with you in that classroom because I wanted you to know what actual friendship feels like...as in a way that...I'm here for you...but it seems that you haven't caught on yet".

A slight pause that washed over me like a cold shower, making me shiver.

"When Wendy went to me, trying to win me over and you went to the bathroom" he started and I simply stared at him "I threw my coffee on her and followed after you".

"You really did that?" I asked and he nodded at me, I smiled a bit and looked back down at the ground almost shy.
"I don't care what you did, Hyuck, I don't care about what you might ever do..." he said, standing up. "But what you said at that school play...you can never take it back" he went to me.
"Mark...I'm sorry...it slipped out like that and I didn't know what was going through my head but I--"

"I like you too, Hyuck"

I looked up at him, confused and dazed.
"W-what?" I breathed out, shocked about the words he just said. "I like you too" he repeated and I shook my head. "No you don't" I said standing up "get out".

"But, Hyuck, I--"

"I said, get out, Mark..." I said, voice about to break as I looked at him with teary eyes. "Get out" I breathed out and he simply looked at me, as if begging me to let him stay. "Please just--" and the tears fell "--just get out!" I now yelled, as I basically pushed him out my room, slamming the door shut after. I sat against the door, knees up to my chest and my head hanging low again.

He doesn't think I'm that stupid to believe him, right? He was just joking. He would never like me. He was...he was lying straight to my face...like everyone was and everyone...everyone could go to hell.

I sat there for, nobody knows how long, as I then looked up. My gaze was blurry and I felt weak, I wasn't sure what to think or...maybe I wasn't thinking anything at all. I needed sleep and that's all.
I stumbled to my bed, basically falling down on it as I threw the sheets over my body and even covering my face. I didn't care if I couldn't breathe any longer. I just wanted sleep.

I couldn't.

I layed there, hoping sleep would hit for what felt like forever. I heard my mom come home from work and my dad yelling to her about some guy. Sleep didn't come until a few hours later, even then it was hard to completely fall into a deep sleep.

I wish I could hate him. Hate him for ruining me like this. Hate him for lying. But I couldn't do it.

As much as I hate you.

I simply can't get myself to disliking you one bit.

(A/N: a second short chapter today since I had no motivation the last few days)