High school markhyuck au

Chapter 8

Donghyuck walked into school the next day, he noticed stares on him but he shrugged it off, it was probably students knowing that the annoying guy waiting for him at his locker. His suspicions came true, when he saw someone leaning at his locker, a smirk appearing on his face when he saw Donghyuck. It was not the same annoying guy, it was someone else who had bothered him once in a while.
-Hey faggot- he greeted smiling seeing the younger ignore him.
-I'm kinda scared of you now, you never know what perverted shit you could be dreaming of me-
-What are you even talking about-
-Mm, faggot, don't pretend like you don't know,we all know you are gay-
-Stop it, I'm not-
-Oh Yea? Didn't you tell mark lee that you are gay yesterday?-
-What?-
-Ooh you cannot even deny it, you are kinda pathetic faggot.-
-Stop it-
-Stop what? Do you want me to tell mark that you have a crush on him? Wait he already knows-
-I don't like him-
-Sure, your diary says otherwise-  DongHyuck turned around, trying to leave that jerk that had been bothering him, his blood boiling in his body. He was mad, embarrassed, and he felt betrayed. He had told mark his locker combination so he could give him a new book, he knew it was him, who else could have gotten his fucking diary from his own locker?
-Where do you think you are going faggot? Looking for your crush so you can suck his dick?- laughed the other guy stopping DongHyuck.
-Let me go!-
-Oh you even cry like a girl, you are truly pathetic-
DongHyuck finally walked away, entering the bathroom and closing himself in a stall, feeling his heart breaking even more. His tears were falling down his cheeks while he was trying to suppress his sobs. What did he do to deserve this? How could he even think it was okay to trust Mark Lee? After all they were it been friends, and yet he decided to trust him. He was mad at himself, he felt stupid and hurt. It was his own fault anyway.

-Who did this to you?- asked his mother when he saw DongHyuck walking inside her hospital room, seeing his uniform white shirt stained with blood, his lip broken and his cheek bruised.
-No one, I fell- he said sitting down in the chair next to the door, not wanting to get closer.
-You can leave, I thought I told your father I did not want to see you- she spoke harshly looking at the ceiling, hearing his son getting up and leaving the room.
His phone rang, taking it out of his pocket and seeing who was calling him. It was Mark, probably wanting to make fun of him, he closed the call, not bothering to answer to that guy, walking out of the building and going back home.