SMILE | NCT Markhyuck

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Blurred memories surfaced in Mark's mind—a fleeting image of his mother's face, though not entirely clear. She leaned in, her voice carrying warmth and reassurance as she whispered, "Don't be afraid, honey."

Mark clung to his mother's skirt, tears welling up. "But... Mommy," he whined, stealing a glance at the little boy standing before him, holding his mother's hand.

"Hello!" The little boy extended his hand toward Mark's face. "I'm Donghyuck! What's your name?" Donghyuck's smile had a soothing effect on Mark.

Shyly, Mark raised his arm and took the boy's hand. "I-i'm Mark. M-Mark Lee..."

"Nice to meet you, Mark!" The boy beamed, his infectious smile even coaxing a grin from the once-crybaby Mark.

✨✨

Raindrops fell peacefully on Mark's window, waking him to a quiet morning shower.

'A dream?'

'Why am I dreaming of the past, even now...?'

Mark sighed deeply, shielding his eyes from the soft glow of morning light as he recalled Donghyuck's response to his confession.

✨Flashback✨

Mark took a determined step toward Donghyuck, but the smaller boy swiftly retreated. Witnessing this, Mark's heart sank. He needed to express his feelings before it became too late. "I...I like you more than anyone else!... PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME?!" The smaller boy remained silent, standing motionless.

 Donghyuck averted his gaze, grappling with a mixture of surprise, fear, and relief. These emotions mingled with shame, as he felt guilty for finding relief in his best friend's confession. With a fleeting smile, Donghyuck turned away and ran off. The smile was different—tinged with hurt and apprehension.

'I screwed up...Again'

✨Flashback Over✨

The despondent boy mentally faceplanted, questioning how he kept screwing things up. He retrieved his wallet from the bedside table and opened it. Inside was a photo of shirtless Donghyuck playing in the ocean, a picture he had secretly taken a year ago when the Lee family and he went to the beach. He looked sorrowfully at the image. What was he thinking? Of course, Hyuck would run away. He brought the photo to his lips and gently pecked it, feeling a mixture of regret and self-loathing.

Mark reached down into his boxers and started gently stroking his shaft whilst thinking of all the lewd things he would do to his friend. He fastened the speed of his wrist as he imagined their hot, sweaty bodies touching. The boy was a hot mess, repeatedly moaning out Donghyuck's name, he thought about how the smaller boy would sound, calling out his name, begging for more, and like that, he climaxed. Mark lifted his hand, staring at his ejaculation... 

'What am I doing?...'

'Jerking off to a photo of my childhood friend...'

A memory of Donghyuck's face flooded his thoughts—his gentle smile and soft words echoed in Mark's mind. "There you go again, Mark. Why aren't you smiling?" 

'He might not even smile at me anymore'