Mark always stayed late after football—not American—practice to perfect his moves. Now he was senior though and had a car, so he stayed even later. He always looks very sweaty and hot after, and Donghyuck's mouth usually watered on sight.
After Mark tells the girls to leave, Donghyuck climbs to the lowest bleacher seat. Mark wasted no time running over, ready to lock lips.
A hand stopped him however, Donghyuck's. he slowly pushed the boy away from him, shaking his hand to rid the salty sweat when he let go.
"This outfit cost three hundred dollars, and I have a college party after this that I need to look pristine for, so if you could resist your manly urges for today that would be great."
The face Mark made almost broke Donghyuck, he wanted to reach out to him and say that he loved him and was only doing this because being Mark's 'other woman' (he wasn't even in a relationship, but he still felt like a side). But he held firm.
"God fucking dammit Donghyuck. What the fuck is wrong with you these days? You barely even let me touch you."
Never mind he didn't feel bad at all.
Donghyuck stood up, schooling his face into a cold calmness, "you refuse to acknowledge me as a human being with feelings Mark Lee. If you won't come out and tell people that you like me then I won't let you get used to touching me. I'm not your boyfriend, you hold no right to touch me whenever. You need to deserve that. I was lenient with you before, but since you're being a petulant child about it, you will earn the right to touch me. You can find someone who will let you touch them all the time, but I guarantee it won't be as satisfactory."
He walked away, not looking back, because if he did; he might run to Mark and apologize and let him do whatever he wanted.
He held his chin higher, though there was no oneto see it, he was worth a million dollars, and if Mark refused to win thelottery with him, he'd find someone who would.
