What if...? || Markhyuck

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[june 2020]

[minhyung]

I pressed Donghyuck harder against the door and he moaned straight into my mouth, clenching  fingers on the door handle. However, when I grabbed the boy by the belt, he quickly knocked my hand away, laughing under breath. It enjoyed him just way too much - seducing me and messing around.

"E-e" he murmured indistinctly, probably trying to remind me that we are at work and what we're doing is not safe at all. But the main obstacle was the fact that whenever Lee was so close to me, I forgot about the world around us. I couldn't take it into account. In front of Hyuck, quite other things created my reality. However, the brunet seemed to keep both feet on the ground and reacted in time, when someone started to scramble for the kitchen from the other side.

The boy pushed me harder, forcing to stand in the corner of the room by the kettle. I grunted vaguely, wanting to get the hoarseness out of my throat on the off chance that an unscheduled exchange of words will appear. Steven looked inside and didn't seem particularly surprised that he was finding the two of us here. I wouldn't be in his place. Only that Steve didn't support our relationship at all and especially didn't support that I was part of it. For now, however, I really tried, I wanted to be better and give something from myself. I even took medicine, although I never suspected that I would return to taking it. This, however, didn't seem to be enough for a man to consider me rational when it comes to confronting Marco.

Steve scanned the kitchen irritably, focusing on Hyuck for a longer moment. They exchanged glances intensely and finally Lee broke the silence, sighing indignantly.

"What?" he asked, crossing arms over chest as if it was going to protect him.

"You" Steven began seriously, pointing finger at brunet. "To work. And you..." he looked at me with real embarrassment, almost on the verge of hysterical laughter. He looked pained. "For god's sake, turn on this fucking kettle at least if you want to drink anything," he sighed heavily, then left, leaving the door open behind him. I looked at the switch and it was indeed at the top. I laughed, embarrassed by my own stupidity. I shook head, looking at Hyuck. The boy smiled uncertainly, shrugging shoulders. He bit lower lip slightly, suppressing laughter.

"You looked really professional for a moment," he whispered comfortingly, giving me one last look of support.

"Thanks," I nodded in resignation, looking him going out the door. He waved me shyly and then I was left alone in the room.

I climbed up the stairs slowly and elbowed the door to my room carefully. I finally made this tea, although I didn't feel like it at all. I came to the conclusion that since I made such an effort to boil this water, at least somehow I will make use of it.

I laughed under breath and shook head from side to side.

I still couldn't believe my own thoughtlessness. With Marco, such a thing wouldn't pass. We were lucky that it was Steven.

"You have great humor today," I suddenly heard from the side, shuddering with anxiety. My hand trembled and the tea burned my hand.

"Fuck," I cursed loudly. "Damn it," I pissed off. Speak of the devil, here he is. "Thanks to Steven, I got it, thanks to you I lost," I said gruffly, waving hand in the air. I wanted fucking hot drinks in the middle of summer. Marco was always able to find the perfect time to turn me down on my mood. Nobody invited him here, though I didn't have the courage to tell him that so openly in the face. I was hoping he would simply be consumed by hell. Fucking son of the devil.