What if...? || Markhyuck

-13-

[late july / august 2019]

[minhyung]

The way back passed in silence. Donghyuck seemed deeply moved by the rain. I was deeply moved that I saw what I saw on his back. And Vernon was simply unhappy with the fact that he had to pick us up somewhere in the middle of nowhere. No one in the car wanted to speak, everyone in their thoughts was looking for the meaning of life somewhere behind the glass of the car.

As the kilometers lapsed, drops of water hit the car windows less and less, until at the entrance to the city, the soft knocking completely ceased. The sun slowly began to look at us through the clouds and people began to go out into the streets. Unknown music was playing on the radio again. The world was coming back to normal. Only I was changed, somehow restless. Something was different.

"Get out, I'm in a hurry," the security guard murmured as we stood under my block. Just like when driving - we silently got outside and stood on the sidewalk for a while, looking behind the departing car.

"See you then," Hyuck said suddenly, turning his back on me. I looked at him in surprise.

"But how are you going to get home?" I asked, feeling how the disgusting wet shirt was drying slowly on my body. I felt like a wet dog and probably smelled the same.

"On foot," he said, as if I were asking stupid questions. Maybe I asked. Since I started driving, I have forgotten that you can move differently. We looked at each other for a while in a lack of understanding.

"No" I shook head in denial. "Come upstairs. You can't go home like that."

"Believe me, I will manage."

"Believe me, I am not asking you for your fucking opinion."

"I'm deeply shocked then," he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, don't whine," I sighed heavily, looking at him expectantly. "You'll catch a cold if you don't change" I tried calmer and this time it worked. After a moment's hesitation, Donghyuck followed me toward the building.

When we were going up in the elevator, I couldn't stop thinking about the wounds on his back. There had to be an answer in Marco's file. Unfortunately, the documents were still at the bottom of my bedside table. I didn't have a time to look at them by now and curiosity burned me from the inside. Before leaving, I had no chance to look inside. I was too absorbed in thoughts that we would spend so many hours in one car next to each other.

This little shit was driving me crazy.

Donghyuck stood calmly and stared straight ahead as we climbed the next floors that seemed to hold us in place for eternity. He was in a completely different world all the way, as if catching by the rain was the end of the world and getting wet put him in a state of severe depression.

Donghyuck was a mystery to me.

A fucking puzzle I had to solve.

In the end we stood on the right floor. I found myself thinking if I should let him go first at door but later I came to conclusion that it would probably have to fuck me completely. After all, this is my apartment, for God's sake, and Hyuck isn't some kind of chick met at party but just a friend from work. Very pretty work friend but still a friend. 

A friend whom I fucked several times.

"Make yourself comfortable" I muttered under breath, throwing the keys on the living room table. "I'll go find some clothes for you,"  announced, walking up the stairs through the kitchen to the locked room. When I opened the wardrobe and began to study its contents, I realized that I was unknowingly looking for clothes that could suit Hyuck. If someone else were standing in my living room now, I would choose the first rags and did not even wonder if they would fit their height. I'll just skip the fact that I wouldn't invite here anyone else in my life. It irritated me.