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Happy (Cont.)

Whipping around you gazed at the Irishman with wide eyes. "Put your fucking clothes back on," you whispered harshly as you ran to do the same. Pushing the hair from your eyes you returned to the door, sighing as you unlocked and opened it.

Mark stood there looking entirely dejected, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and looking at you with sorrow in his brown eyes. "Hey," he murmured, "I think we need to talk."

"Now you wanna talk?" The edge in your voice couldn't be helped; by now it was simply muscle memory. Too often were the two of you fighting over something.

But this was new. Was Mark finally swallowing his pride?

He nodded and offered you the flowers, which you took with more than a hint of wonder. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated. "I... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

What possible excuse could you give him? As you racked your brain for one, his eyes scanned the room behind you, what little he could see of it. Then he eyed you more carefully. "Have you been drinking?"

You frowned a little. "Yeah, so?"

"I really don't think that was a good idea, but to each their own," he replied with a sigh. "Are you coming back home with me? You should sober up before we talk."

It was your turn to sigh, resting your spinning head against the door. Behind you, Seán had made his way into the closet, eavesdropping without a sound. His heart was bound to beat right out of his chest. "Sure, I guess. Let me clean up in here and we can go downstairs, see if they'll refund me at least partially." You shut the door before turning back to the bed, throwing away all the little, empty liquor bottles littered about the room.

Silently, Seán crept out of the closet and went to grab his jacket, but froze as he heard the doorknob turning.

You hadn't locked the door.

"Listen, maybe we shouldn't wait, I don't thi--" Mark froze as he entered. You didn't need to even see to know that he was staring at the other male in the room.

The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like forever, not speaking a word. You didn't dare wonder just what was going through Mark's head.

It was Seán who spoke first. "H-hey, Mark, I tried calling earlier, but you never picked up..."

"What are you doing here?" the Korean male asked softly.

"Just, y'know, visiting friends. I was gonna stop by your place in the morning." He tried to smile, a gesture that Mark did not return.

"Were you, now?" His voice had gone low. Your stomach felt sick as you continued to clean up the room the best you were able to; all the alcohol in your system had clouded your judgement, how could you have allowed this to happen?

I should have locked the damn door...

Mark watched you, noting that you weren't meeting his gaze, and frowned slightly. "I'll wait in the car," he muttered to you before spinning on his heel and storming out, slamming the door shut.

Hands clapped over your face you burst into tears. As badly as he wanted to, Seán did not make an attempt to comfort you. It would have only made things worse.

Shaking like a leaf you finished tidying up the motel room, taking the flowers in your hand and heading for the door. But you stopped, glancing back at the brunet still standing there, watching you. Your lower lip shook. "Seán, I..."

But you couldn't finish the thought, because it would have been a lie.

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