ɴᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs/ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs | ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sʜɪᴘs

ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ᴘᴛ. 1

Markhyuck

"No one likes me much," Donghyuck said quietly, leaning back in his seat as he looked around the lunch hall. It was almost empty and had only a few people there. Donghyuck glanced to his left, staring at the blonde who stared back in confusion. "They say I'm annoying, or a little brat. I'm fine with that, because it is what I am," Donghyuck picked up a chip from his plate and held it to his mouth. "It's a good thing you can't speak Korean."

The boy opposite him, Mark tilted his head to the side, blinking in confusion because the only thing he understood from that sentence was 'good' and 'korean', since those were the words the teachers used most around him. Mark was a new student at their school. He spoke fluent English with a Canadian accent and practically everyone was in love with him. There was only one reason as to why Mark was forced to have lunch alone. He couldn't speak Korean.

When people would try to converse with him, he would try his best to translate what they were saying, but he was never good with languages. He barely passed French in school, how was he supposed to learn a language in a month?

"It's cute," Donghyuck mumbled, chewing the chip slowly and kept his eyes trained on Mark. "Even when I'm saying stupid and sad things like how everyone hates me," Donghyuck smiled sweetly and Mark followed. "You just copy my facial expression. It's a good thing I laugh when I say I hate myself," Donghyuck brought a hand to his face and chuckled; Mark was quick to follow. 

"Lesson?" Mark asked, using one of the few words he had learnt when the bell rang. Donghyuck nodded and stood up, letting out a sigh as he realised he had to return to class, where his friends were. "Bye-bye."

Donghyuck waved bye to Mark before taking baby steps towards his class. Since no one had the patience to converse with Mark, or even assist him in learning the language, he used to sit alone. Sure, he was cute and sounded even better when speaking English, it was hard to talk to him. That was, until Donghyuck decided to ditch his friends and have lunch with Mark. His friends — Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun — didn't hate Mark or find his inability to speak Korean a pain, but they just simply preferred to not sit with him. The three were known for liking to blend in with the crowd (which was difficult because of their dyed hair) and despite their popularity, they managed to avoid being the talk of the school for quite some time.

The door to Donghyuck's classroom opened and Renjun stepped out, a little surprised by Donghyuck who had been standing in front of the door.

"Were you with Mark again?" Renjun asked, stepping aside to allow Donghyuck to enter.

"Yeah. He's not bad, you guys, give him a chance," Donghyuck repeated the same words he had been saying for the past few weeks and took a seat beside Jaemin. "He's cute."

"That's all you care about," Jeno rolled his eyes and laughed when Donghyuck pushed him away. "Mark seems cool, but I'd rather leave the English subject in lessons and not try to talk to him."

"I can speak English," Renjun boasted before returning to the matter at hand. "But Mark seems like the type who wouldn't say much."

"Hm," Donghyuck closed his eyes and thought back to all the lunches he had spent with Mark. From what he remembered, Renjun was right. Mark barely ever spoke. He just sat there and listened to Donghyuck as he spoke about his own problems. A little selfish, don't you think, Donghyuck?

The teacher entered the class and the four quickly sat up in their seats. The lesson began but Donghyuck's mind wandered elsewhere. Why didn't Mark ever speak to him?