RIDE. [Markhyuck]

3. [The start.]

So at the end you really feel like giving up huh?

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"Sure"

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And there he was.

In front of Donghyuck's apartment.

It wasn't a five story building or anything, from the outside it felt like a normal one person flat. Not really economic, but at the same time not too expensive.

There was a little bit of green in front of the house, with some species of flowers planted in rows at the edge of the little sidewalk made with cement that took to the door.
Seems like he likes flowers.
The place looked taken care of, and Mark couldn't really understand the reason why someone who had time to actually care about stupid plants and vegetation could actually be labeled as depressed.
Out of the gate, Mark was now with almost no worries. To convince Donghyuck, he decided to go with the usual.

Pretend that he cared.

If there was a thing Mark had learned from his shady life it was that people tended to like someone caring about them.
Well, saying it better, people like when someone shows concern, sincere concern.
Mark knew that, but he also quite understood, from a young age, that he couldn't care less about humanity and what it had to offer. So, if he didn't care, there was only one thing to be done.
Pretend.
Mark really didn't need to pretend much, because he didn't know many people, and the ones he knew had already cought a grasp on his behavior, bringing them to just put up with his edgy attitude.

But one thought never crossed his mind,

And that one thought was

The outcome of such false and hypocritical behavior.

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Now out of the car, Mark had taken initiative and had pressed the doorbell.
He waited patiently for an answer, receiving none after 120 seconds.

If there was something Mark hated, that was waiting.

He found waiting something useless, that people used to make time slower, to let it pass away, without knowing it just brought them closer, closer to something else. Something called death.

After ringing the doorbell again a few times and receiving no answer, he left with anger.
There was just so much he could take. It was not important being depressed or whatever, he immediately found the boy annoying. Annoying in deed.

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"Yo Chenle, mind to answer why the fuck is your little friend not opening the door? I've already rang the bell a few times. If the guy doesn't come out the deals off." Mark was pissed off and Chenle knew that. It wasn't actually difficult to predict, after all Mark was always angry.