It had been a month, Donghyuck refused to speak with Mark. He was graduating tomorrow, and it was best if Donghyuck stayed away, because it would be too hard to leave again.
For the last day that Mark would be in school, Donghyuck made sure to wear his shortest skirt—that was still in dress code btw bc mama lee didn't raise no slut—and the cutest cropped hoodie. It was a killer outfit that had been so mouthwatering for Mark that he was told never to wear it in public. But well, he had to go out with a bang.
Everyone stared at him throughout the day, some in disgust, but most with lust. Donghyuck had yet to see his target, however.
In the cafeteria, while Donghyuck was throwing out his tray, three boys came up to him.
"you're really hot Donghyuck, like really hot."
"God, I would so tap that, if you'd let me."
"honestly, I don't know why you're not taken."
The compliments were flattering, but they didn't get his blood pumping like the ones Mark had whispered onto his skin when he wore the same outfit to an at home-movie night.
There was a sound of stomping that had all four of them turning towards Mark's table; where he now stood atop.
"listen up fuckers, Lee Donghyuck is mine got that, Lee Donghyuck is mine, Mark Lee. And if I see a single hand that is not mine touch him, I will fuck you up so hard you can't move for weeks. So yeah, back away from him right now!"
There were shocked faces and angered faces, and disgusted faces—can you guess from whom? – but Mark ran over to Donghyuck and dragged him out of the cafeteria, out of the school, and into his car.
"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you."
Donghyuck giggled, settling into the seat.
Good.
