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markhyuck

Maybe something was wrong with Mark. It had to be something about him, the way he looks the way he smiles, the way he whispered, 'Donghyuck', as his best friend leaned towards him, their lips almost touching, before the younger jerked backwards, scrambling off Mark and a string of apologies leaving his mouth. 

Was Mark really that unkissable?

He always thought there might be something wrong with him. Because whilst he was in high school, none of the girls ever came up to him, saying their shy hellos, lowering their gazes, maybe even having enough courage to speak to him. He never had any of that. Not even one confession, from a guy or girl. Nope. All Mark got, was a punch in the face after he told a girl he liked her, and her boyfriend came out of the building, catching the two near the bushes, and threw hands. 

So maybe something was wrong with Mark, that he had never had his first kiss yet, at his big age of 20, and never even gotten a confession from someone. 

Of course, Mark had friends that were girls, some prime examples were Yeri and Joy, but they were nothing but platonic friendships especially since the two were happily a gay couple that flaunt their relationship everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Always reminding Mark that there was something wrong with him. 

"There's nothing wrong with you!" Donghyuck groaned, nudging Mark's arm the next morning, both of them slightly hungover because of the party they had been at. "People just don't kiss you because you seem like the type who saves their firsts for after marriage."

"I am but, I want someone to just tell me they like me." Mark mumbled, huffing and then folding his arms over his chest. What's so wrong about wanting to be loved by someone? Donghyuck didn't reply after that, instead kept his eyes trained on the window where water was hitting rapidly, and there was no speaking from then on. Complete silence, and as much Mark loved the peaceful environment when Donghyuck would finally shut up, he also hated the look the younger would have on his face. A mix between anger and sadness contrasting the way he smiled (although it never really reached up to his eyes).

Johnny had once told Mark to simply find someone who was his ideal, and try to flirt with them, initiate stuff because no one was ever going to go for a guy who's never even tried to make a move. And so, Mark accompanied him to a party, getting dressed by Johnny and then soon getting abandoned and pushed into a corner by a bunch of strangers. The smell of alcohol and drugs was in the air, and Mark was surprised Johnny knew people like that (since they literally met at a church and Johnny was so strict about being a "holy boy"). 

Some girl came up to him, not long after he got manhandled by some people, and she placed her hand on his shoulder, pulling him down to whisper something in his ears. His eyes widened at the words, and he quickly dismissed her idea, shrugging off her hand and attempting to get away, but the girl's grip was too strong, and apparently she had brought friends. A couple of arms ended up finding their way on Mark's body, pulling him through the crowd, and he wasn't sure where he was going, because one of the hands slipped over his eyes, but they stopped once the noise got distant.

"Shall we get started?" The girl asked, shooing the others who helped her basically kidnap Mark, and took off her jacket, showing off his figure in a skirt and crop top, but honestly, Mark didn't feel any bit of attraction towards her, if anything, it was disgust.

"I said no." Mark growled, taking a step back as she took one forward. This wasn't his idea of letting someone make a move on him. Sure, he knew something was wrong with him, since before he used to get ignored by girls and guys, yet now here he was, getting cornered by a horny girl. This wasn't what he wanted. "I'm leaving, if you see Johnny, tell him I went home."