RIDE. [Markhyuck]

4. [Tires.]

You did yourself,
Don't blame it on me.

¯¯¯¯¯¯

"Oh fuck."

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"Hop in."
Mark opened the door of his car politely, letting the boy enter inside and get himself comfortable.

"Whoa, it smells nice. You took it for a wash?"
Donghyuck curiously looked around, opening the various drawers placed in the car, messing everything. Insurance papers, car instructions, spare keys... Everything was now out of order.

If Donghyuck's plan was making Mark angry, then boy did he succeed.

In fact, the said boy was actually having a hard time in restraining himself from strangling Donghyuck, but held his instincts. Because he knew,

Chenle wanted Donghyuck back,

Alive.

"Yeah, I did, now could you please put away those papers? There are in order and if you make them fall it will take ages to–"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" It was obvious that whatever Mark had asked Donghyuck not to do had been done.
Mark closed his eyes breathing in as much air as possible, trying with all his might to not get angry, while Donghyuck picked up the papers attempting to make it look like nothing happened.

Usless effort, because the damage had been done.

And, in all this, Mark still hadn't even started the car.

"Jesus Christ of Nazareth, help and guide me in this journey and preserve me from all temptations that could bring me to murdering this boy." After the prayer, well more like the pleading of Mark to the heavens, the said boy exhaled and plastered a smile on his face, trying to look as gentle as possible.
"You know what Donghyuck? Just... Just give me those papers, I will put them in order again myself. But right now we should start our journey. You got everything?"

Donghyuck stared at the latter, a bit confused about the gentle character of the boy. It almost made him feel warm, it reminded him of Dean. He suddenly fell silent and looked a bit saddened.
"Ehm yeah, w-we can go now."
Mark looked at him, a bit weirded out, but reminded himself that he was dealing with a depressed person, and that he had to be gentle for as long as possible. He had never really concerned himself to someone not called Mark, mom or dad, so it felt strange.
Strange, but almost enjoyable.

"Can you start the car or are we gonna stay three weeks parked in front of my house?"

Point of correction, it felt like