⋆daddy issues⋆ markhyuck

I.XII

TW // Homophobia and mention of blood (near the end of the chapter)  

Um....this is fr the most reads and votes I've had on an ongoing story and I'm really thankful *weeps* Thank you for all the faithful readers. I'll try to give you all quality chapters. You deserve it. 

==

Donghyuck is not as calm and collected as he may seem. On quite the contrary, he's freaking the fuck out. Mark Lee, the boy he met at midnight in his oversized t-shirt as he danced to the song in his head, the boy he instantly thought was cute and had him going to sleep with a cute little dream on his mind, the boy that annoyed the fuck out of him in only two weeks but managed to completely turn it around by being one of the most thoughtful and caring people he's ever encountered, the boy that he's been thinking about every single second of every single day...that boy just confessed to him. 

Now, why the fuck would he do that?

To his knowledge, Donghyuck has never had a crush be reciprocated so he couldn't wrap his head around the thought that maybe, just maybe, someone liked him back.

Maybe, as in, not a chance.

Mark couldn't like him back. It's not like he hasn't heard his father take hours outlining his list of undesirable qualities and why no girl would never want him. This wasn't something he could fathom. So naturally, he ignored it. 

Apparently, Donghyuck lacks self control. He can't ignore this.

It took him only five hours and two minutes in Mark's actual presence before he was seated on his lap and pursuing his soft lips.

In his defence, Mark was the one that offered him a seat a there and he was merely being the good roommate that he is, by not declining. It was merely a matter of seconds before Mark's fingers were planted firmly into the plush of Donghyuck's butt and they ended up in their current positions. 

"There's just so much I want to do with you." Mark tears away. 

"Maybe, I'll allow it."

Thus the not-so-sexual escapades of Donghyuck and Mark began.

++

It's now the weekend and for the first in a long time, neither of them are too occupied. Hence, they subject themselves to walking bank to bank in search of any willing institution to give them a loan. For some reason, all the loan requests they'd sent to banks in the area had been rejected. This made no sense to Mark, he'd worked his ass off to make sure the documents were perfect and that the business plan was incredulously appealing and since his wealth acts as good collateral, the business itself wasn't too risky either. So, their loan requests being rejected was confusing to him but he couldn't linger on it too much or they'd risk missing another opportunity.

 So after hours and hours of walking around town and being rejected by every single lending institution, they get accepted by one, a little on the outskirts of town, that they would've probably missed if they weren't walking so exhaustively slow. The situation would've been more frustrating for Mark if it wasn't for the literal beaming of Donghyuck's face when they finally got accepted. To him, this caused for celebration. 

++

"Is this what you call celebration, Mark Lee?" Donghyuck looks around, judgement clear on his face. "I thought we were going to go out with my friends."

"But, I want you all to myself." Mark acts cute, a pout prominent on his features and Donghyuck doesn't miss a beat when he fake gags. 

"Don't ever do that again." He stretches over just to smack Mark with the menu. The restaurant they're in, isn't too formal. That's only because he forced Mark not to carry them into the building with low lights and secluded personal booths -he doesn't think he could control himself with that much anonymity. This one suited his taste much better and he felt comfortable being as loudly distracting as he could, to forget about the thumping in his chest as he sat across from the Mark Lee himself.