What if...? || Markhyuck

-15-

[august 2019]

[donghyuck]

"You don't flirt with Mark, do you?" Steven asked suddenly, making me choke to death if I was just drinking something.

"Are you crazy?" I looked at him like he was out of his mind. If he was completely deaf and didn't hear how Minhyung have been slinging mud at me over the past few days, I advised him to be more interested in the subject. If extreme bipolarity was a way of black-haired flirtation, it unfortunately didn't work for me. I preferred him to get me to bed once and for all, instead of pulling and pushing me away when we get too close.

"I just want to but I'm not quite successful in this kind of thinking," he sighed heavily, leaning over the steering wheel with the camera. We were watching a dealer's girl who apparently sold half his rock to another guy who knew someone who knew Carl from when he was still working for Marco. We didn't do it well. I wasn't even surprised for that. Dealing with such meager circumstantial evidence and tracking people between whom there were a hundred others sought in the chain of connections, missed the goal and was a waste of time. Perez, however, was so blinded by revenge that he didn't see it at all. If it made any sense, he would even make us take photos of dog's shit, whose owner passed fifteen years ago neighbor of Carl at the pedestrian crossing under the shopping mall.

"There is nothing between us," I said that with much bigger dose of disappointment then I should. I sighed heavily, looking out the window to the side of the road. I had no idea what was going on in Minhyung's head. He was playing a strange game with me on a pull and push basis. It was just a frustrating and unpleasant experience. I have even noticed that when it begins to be really good between us and we start something that normal people call innocent flirt, he suddenly act like total mess-up and more often during good moments I start to wonder when something will fuck up. I lost the desire for any contact with this man without being able to forget about him and throw him out of my mind. Maybe it was better overall? There would be nothing between us anyway. Marco didn't let his employees' to date. I don't know how it was related to the relationships inside of the company but the matter concerned his favorite. The jewel in the crown of Perez's mafia. There was no chance.

"Not that I doubt that this man is emotionally able to work something out, but this sex on the beach was good at least ?" Steven asked after a moment of silence, then started laughing when he saw my astonished expression.

"I'm absolutely embarrassed by your question," I laughed, not believing that he was really asking that. It seemed to me that we concluded a silent contract a long time ago, that it was a taboo subject and we would not go back to it. Apparently I was wrong. "Yes, it was good," I admitted, tilting head to the headrest. I closed my eyes.

"I can die peacefully now," he said, barely holding back a yawn. We were sitting in this fucking car for the third hour.

"If you're so interested in the quality of Mark's sexual activity, offer him a little rendezvous after work," I murmured, feeling Steven's fatigue slowly begin to spread. It finally was a 2am.

"If only I wasn't heterosexual, it would certainly be behind us," the man replied with a small sigh, putting the camera on the dashboard. We both had enough. I felt that after a short nap we would be going home.

"You're not serious," I laughed. All this exchange was at least abstract. Did we really talk about Steven's potential sex with Minhyung?

"Well, after all, Mark is the wet dream of every teenager - dark, brutal, slightly twisted and for good measure mafioso," he listed all the excitement of girls up to the age of sixteen. "Don't you like it?" he asked mockingly. It was turning me on but I couldn't admit it aloud. Minhyung excited me tremendously but I couldn't do anything about it. He was more inaccessible than some fucking steel fortress.