What if...? || Markhyuck

-51-

[february 2021]

[minhyung]

I knew this day would be unlike any other before I even opened my eyes. From the bed level, however, I couldn't judge what this uniqueness could be. In any case, I was awakened by the wonderful smells from the kitchen and the pleasant music from the radio. Hyuck's soft humming under breath made the whole thing even better.

I stretched in bed, staring out the window. Outside sun was shining nicely, although it was snowing intensely yesterday, taking away the hope that the next day would be that nice. And yet is. Precipitation took a whole day from Donghyuck's life as well. We spent this snowy time peacefully in bed, worrying about anything else. But when I went into the kitchen, Hyuck was cutting things, shaking ass to the beat of the music. He bloomed like a beautiful, colorful rainbow in the sky after a powerful storm.

I leaned shoulder against the concrete pillar, yawning discreetly. I wasn't one of those people who wake up in the morning with energy to live. I smirked, still a little sleepy, as Hyuck turned to face me and stepped closer to the beat of the song. As he held out hands to me, I started shaking head. There was no way for me to do that shit. I couldn't dance. Donghyuck, however, grabbed my wrists and undid arms crossed over chest.

"Hold me now..." he hummed, placing my hands on his hips. "Touch me now" laughed as he clasped hands behind my neck. Leaning our foreheads against each other, boy looked into my eyes warm and deep. All my little, dear bumblebee. "I don't want to live without you..." brunet hummed still softly, slowly bringing our lips together.

I shook head in disbelief, kissing him back. I didn't quite know what to do when dancing with another person. I missed all the school balls and discos, and the only clubs I went to were strip ones and brothels. In addition, I didn't appear there for my own pleasure but on business. I've only had experience with the romantic dance category in movies. I started rocking us a little to that old George Benson piece.

And it was nice.

Hyuck snuggled closer to me and I wrapped him in my arms, hugging. I sighed softly, accepting Hyuck's nose in the crook of my neck with blissful glee. I closed eyes and rested temple against the side of the boy's head, taking surprisingly much pleasure from that little, intimate moment that we spontaneously began to share. Maybe it was because of sudden awakening of my mind, but I felt that I was melting into this embrace of bodies.

I felt safe.

"You're doing well," Donghyuck chuckled after a while as he placed a few slow, gentle and warm kisses against my neck.

"Why are you in such a exquisite mood from the very dawn?" I asked in surprise. It was really puzzling.

"Our first decent Valentine's Day today," he explained with a smile, stepping back a little. "Like I could have a different mood, baby," boy added immediately, slapping my butt, then quickly turned to finish breakfast. 

Donghyuck moved away from me, humming happily and did so just in time to miss the change in my expression that quickly faded.

The problem was...

...I sincerely hated Valentine's Day.

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[donghyuck]

I hummed quietly under breath as watched the shop windows through the car window. We were standing in a small, morning traffic jam on a narrow section of the road and the only sounds came from the machines used for road works. After we left the parking lot, we only listened to the radio for a short while. After that, Minhyung stated that the host of the show had an annoying voice and wasn't looking for luck at other stations.