Colours His Eyes Beheld [MarkHyuck♡]

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Born in a family of male parents, Mark Jung was indeed a wealthy young man with a thing for boys. He was usually known to be the cutest boy in highschool but he changed after an incident that took place exactly four years back. He was now more silent and soft spoken, only his best friend Jaemin and his brother Jeno were allowed to be around him. Having only a year gap between the two siblings they were often caught in the same classes. Mark was a strickingly gorgeous boy of 20, hair the colour of midnight with skin fairer than anything white. Sadly he was not loved by the students at highschool. He had a pretty flaw.They were from Calfornia actually but had moved to Seoul when Mark was six.

"Wearing contacts give you headaches Mark." Jaemin sighed leaning on the boys door frame.

"I know but what can I do?" Mark turned around to look at his best friend. Jaemin a pink head giggled at the older. Mark's left eye was emerald green and his right eye was sapphire blue with a splash of freckles over his nose.

"Dont wear them please? Hmm? I'll buy you watermelons after school." Jaemin squished the olders cheeks.

"I dont want to be grimaced at. Come we are late for the school bus. Jeno!!!" Mark screamed once he put on his brown contacts as he dragged the two idiots out just in time when the yellow school bus drove by.

"Morning brats." The driver lady chuckled as the boys huddled into the bus running to their seats.

"I think I left my ID card at home! Stop the bus! I'll be back in a minute wait for me!" Jeno screamed jumping off the bus running down the road back to the house.

"Clumsy kid." Jaemin rolled his eyes at his best friends brother.

"Sush he was helping Mom with the laundary last night." Mark plugged his ear pods as he stared out the window. His heart sinking the moment he remembered the painful memories he so hard tried not to forget. He wanted it to keep playing on his mind until he died himself.

"Got it!!!" Jeno was back sooner than they thought he would. He tripped over his own feet sending a beautiful boy shoved towards Mark.

"I'm sorry." The voice mumbled but Mark heard nothing of it.

The boys thoughts were constantly filled with a certain boys smile, his laughter and his memories. The road to school was quite a pretty long ass ride, conjuring the little moments he had with him.

"Mark we are here." Jaemin shook his best friend out of the trance he was in.

"I wish I died instead." Mark mumbled getting off the bus.

"Then he would have aparently killed himself." Jeno rolled his eyes at the older boy as they walked into the bustles of the highschool. The children screaming and running around in their uniforms.

"I miss him." Mark whispered.

"Mark he is in here. And he always will." Jaemin patted the boys heart with a soft smile.

Their classes started, the teacher going on about a thousand things Mark wasnt interested about. All he could think of is the scars on his heart. The whispering didnt bother him, not even when the teacher asked for their attention.

"Children these are the transfer students from our neighbouring countries. Introduce yourselves." She beamed, Jaemin gasped nudging Mark repeatedly but the older boy paid no heed to the disturbance.

"Hi I'm Hwang Renjun, I'm from China." A angelic boy bowed with a smile.

"I'm Zhong Chenle from China as well." A purple head boy bowed cutely waving at the children.

"Hi. I'm Sue Donghyuck from Chicago." A drop dead gorgeous boy with jet black hair bowed making the girls squeal and scream.

"So Chenle can sit next to Jisung. Renjun sit next to Hendery he's a little donkey at times but he's loveable. And Donghyuck can you sit with Jeno? He's clumsy but Jaemin and Mark at the back will help you out." The teacher gestured them to their seats.

"Hi I'm Donghyuck. You can call me Hyuckie." The new student didnt know why he felt like turning around and giving the boy that gave no care to the world a handshake.

"Mark." Mark snapped not lifting his gaze up to the boy. He grabbed his pencil trying to jot down the annoying notes the teacher put up.

Mark wasnt himself, he had not been himself ever since that night. He just couldnt be himself anymore. He heard the new boy sassing around with the class girls. Sighing Mark stood up leaving the class with great grief eating him up. Like why was he even still alive after all these years?  He might as well follow him up there. Leaving the school the black haired took the bus to the graveyard. The place he spent his lesuire time now, like a crazy man with a nut loose. The gates creeked open with old age, as he strolled through the pathways that led him to the love of his life.

"Hi Baby. I missed you." Mark fell onto his knees his fingers tracing the engraved letters of pain.

"Haechan Moon,
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Born 06.06.2000
Died 02.08.2015.

Mark Lee's world and Sun.
You will be missed."

Mark stared at the picture of the sun that was stoned on the tomb longer than he always did. His heart shattering into bits smaller than dust. Breaking down like always did. He cried so much he would always black out with a bloody nose. Jaehyun, Marks father found his son always next to the grave, whether it be hail or a heat wave. Carrying the young boy in his arms he walked away as he drove home.

"He was there again?" Taeyong, the mother tucked his son in bed, kissing the boys forehead softly.

"We cant stop him can we?" Jaehyun sighed with no hope on his words. They knew their son couldnt forget him and they didnt want to take his memories away.