hate everything // markhyuck

𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠

after the breakfast,
doyoung, taeyong and jeno left the room to help clear the plates.
they didn't want haechan to help.

and he didn't understand why.
so he ended up all alone with yuta.

the person who he wished he could hate.

but unfortunately, he couldn't.

yuta may have been mean
and wasn't one of the members
who actually reciprocated his hugs
but he was one of
the wise old men of nct.

he didn't show that he did love the younger boy but he was always there
when he needed advice
or simply impromptu
deep night talks about politics
and really random things
like how to make a murder seem like an accident.

he was really like the oldest brother of the family. and sometimes,
a little foreign because
he always hung out with the hyungs,
while he
always hung out with taeil,
doyoung and mark when with 127.

he sighed.

"hyung, you didn't come here just to make breakfast, did you?" the younger boy looked at the older japanese male.

yuta placed his cup of tea down.

the older wasn't surprised.
haechan was a smart boy and noticed things fast.

"cut to the chase, hyung,"

"were you and mark dating?"

and that really struck haechan.
he tried to swallow his tears
down
before they could even surface.
he really tried.

all those memories
of them having late-night basketball
and nintendo switch resurfaced.
the times where they cuddled
while watching disney movies
using ten's account,
ignoring all the adult movies that were recommended to the owner of the account.

his head hurt,
pounding all from the mention of that one word.
mark.

yuta
halted.

he scurried over to the smaller,
hurting boy.

he didn't realise the impact of
his name.

"haechan.
lookup sweetie,"

the boy looks up to see yuta's stern eyes.

"it's mark's fault for cheating on you.
it's my fault for being ignorant.
but you don't change for someone who doesn't deserve you.
okay?"

yuta's eyes soften.

he really did love haechan.
he wants the best for him.
anything,
for his younger little brother.

haechan nods.
and really did believe that
maybe
mark would come back to him.

little did he know of those
twisted fingers
behind an experienced actor's back.