I Want To Kiss You [COMPLETED]

5

With the revelation Mark had in his work's bathroom, one would think he'd do something about it.

He didn't.

With the realisation he had a crush on Donghyuck, he was actively avoiding the younger boy by the means of taking his concussion very seriously suddenly and had to stay locked in his dark room for twenty four hours a day with no phone access except for letting his mom know he was alive and to order food - because his mom would rather not explain to insurance why her son thought popcorn didn't need anything but an open flame and oil to pop. Again.

"Delivery," a voice said, and Mark waddled out of his bedroom to open the door - only to reveal his friends not holding his long awaited lamb roghan josh, or his garlic naan, or his vegetable samosas, or even his paneer makhni. No, they were just standing there like computer avatars with unreadable expressions.

"You answered." Xiaojun blurted out, and Mark groaned, trying to close the door. Chenle immediately wedged his foot in there, making it so that Mark couldn't close it any more.

"Fuck me."

"No one but Hy - ow!" Jaemin yelped, and Jeno gave him a look as Jaemin rubbed where Jeno had elbowed him. "Anyways, can we help with anything?"

"Yeah, it's been four days!" Sungchan chimed.

"I just need peace and quiet, and my Indian food." Mark muttered, and they seemed to sigh as a collective, knowing that if Mark was going to be stubborn, they weren't going to get anywhere with him.

"You have our numbers. Call us if you need something okay?" Jisung said, and Mark nodded as Chenle removed his foot and let him close the door.

He could hear them leaving, and a few minutes later, he went back out to see if his food was there because his phone said it was.

Instead, he found Donghyuck standing there with his bag of Indian food in hand and a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong."

"Give me my food," Mark said, hating how his heart skipped a beat when Donghyuck came a step closer to him.

"I'm coming in and making sure you're taken care of. Your mom texted me."

"Of course she did," Mark muttered.

"And I'm really worried." For a second, Mark saw Donghyuck's strong appearance break a little, his eyes softening with concern. "You're only like this when something bad has happened."

"It's not bad," Mark immediately said, and Donghyuck deflated a little.

"Then is the problem us? Or me?" Mark froze for a second, realising how Donghyuck seemed to have trapped a galaxy in his eyes, and Hyuck sighed. "I figured."

"No it isn't I'm just -" Mark paused, searching for the right words, and sighed. "I don't know how to talk about it."

"That's okay, but you don't have to shut us out." Donghyuck held out the bag of food, and Mark opened the door a little more instead of taking it. "Don't you want it?"

"Come in," Mark said, and Donghyuck brightened immediately, bustling into the apartment and putting down the food.

"I have something to eat too, I figured we could eat together? Or have you been eating in your room?"

"My room. Going out was a mistake that day," Mark managed, his headache starting to return.

"Let's go then." Donghyuck said, grabbing the food and bringing it into Mark's room. Mark followed, Donghyuck going to sit at the desk while Mark sat on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it?"