#we passed by each other during lunch b/c i was strolling through the hallway (i also saw one of his friends with him?) i didn't want to go

[thathikikomorigirl]

.

[ghxst-princee]

Yes [Part One]

~•~

- Ship: Markhyuck (Mark X Donghyuck/Haechan)

- Date written: April 6, 2018

- Word count: 2978

- Part Two

~•~

High school was never a place for long term relationships, it was never a place for real love or feelings to blossom, it wasn't a place for anything other than success and the attempts at having fun while doing so. High school wasn't Hell like many movies and storybooks made it out to be, but it surely wasn't Heaven. However, that doesn't mean there couldn't be one person in such a place that makes it feel like Heaven, makes it feel w o r t h it.

     For Mark, this person came in the form of a devious, red haired male by the name of Donghyuck.

         It came in vile words that strung out in sarcastic insults, pranks, anything to anger or get under someone's skin. More specifically, Mark's skin.

He was a year younger than Mark, grade 10 and for some reason, this was the first year he'd seen him, noticed him. This was the first year High School felt a little bit like Heaven.

They were first introduced after Mark's friend, Jaehyun met him in music. Jaehyun wouldn't stop complaining over how "unfair it is that someone two years younger can hit high notes better than me!" and that was enough to catch Mark's interest.

     Jaehyun was a good, no, an amazing vocalist so someone better, someone y o u n g e r had been unheard of.

          Until now.

When Jaehyun finally introduced the pair, Donghyuck named himself royalty and commanded Mark to get on his knees and kiss his feet. More specifically his worn down white converse that looked like they had trudged to the end of the world and back about five different times.

    Long story short, Mark didn't do it and had quickly become irritated with the younger male.

         Thus leading to Donghyuck becoming irritated.

              By the time the two had practically stomped away from each other in a (dramatic) fit of annoyance with the mere fact that the other was still breathing the same air, Jaehyun had been more than hopelessly confused.

They both agreed that they would never meet again. Never talk again, look at each other, even b r e a t h e near one another.

    But then a fall evening full of cars and rowdy laughter outside a drive in movie happened, and Mark and Donghyuck were in the same premise again.

         It wouldn't have been so bad (good) if they had just stayed with who they came with, Mark with his friends and Donghyuck with his, expect that Taeyong had spotted the group of younger kids across the lot and just h a d to squish one of their cheeks (the victim of such actions ended up being Jisung).

So they were stuck, car beside truck, open trunk beside backside, group beside group, Mark beside Donghyuck.

     "I'm sorry for the way our meeting went last time."

          "Whatever."

               "Should we try again?"

                     "No."

                         They didn't talk again aside for a "Goodbye" passed through the tense air when the two groups went their separate ways.

The third time they met was at school again, fourth period lunch to be specific. This meeting was again, coincidental, as if fate wasn't planning on giving up until they became friends, best friends...maybe even lovers.

     The third time was when Donghyuck had strolled, ever so casually, into the cafeteria that he wasn't supposed to be in (considering he had c l a s s right now-!) and slammed down a work sheet beside Taeil's food.

          "I don't understand."

             "Go ask your teacher, get to

             class!"

                  "I don't like my class."

                      "You can't just skip!"

                          "Just help me and I'll go back-!"

                               Taeil refused.

                                  But Mark didn't.

It was math, something Mark had never been overly strong in but he did pass it last year, so he must know at least something of worth and with the amazed expression Donghyuck looked at him with, he figured he at least knew more than Donghyuck did. That was really all that mattered, wasn't it?

They had finished it pretty quickly, Mark finding some pride in himself with the way he had managed to explain each question in terms that could actually make sense and not just be a bunch of jumbled up mathematical terms, Donghyuck seemed to appreciate it as well.

     Yeah, maybe Mark might have appreciated, no, e n j o y e d some other things as well; like the way Donghyuck had gradually moved himself closer to Mark until their thighs were just gently brushing. Or the way Donghyuck's golden hues seemed more focused on the brunette next to him than they were on the piece of paper he was supposed to be looking over.

          Yeah, maybe Mark enjoyed those moments too.

The third meeting seemed to end on better terms, with a simple "Thank you" and "I'll be sure to come to you again if I have other questions" before the red head had scurried off in the direction towards the class he was surely about to receive a detention for skipping out on mid-way.

     Surprisingly, it was there that they met for the fourth time.

"Goody two shoes Mark, in detention? I'm shocked."

     This time it was Mark who had rolled his eyes, he had successfully managed to forget half of his binders in his room after waking up late that morning, spilled coffee all over himself on the bus ride, and then tripped walking through the door. His day had not been the best to start with and arriving to his first class only to be greeted by a detention slip and the cackling laughter of his best friend Lucas beside him, really had shoved his mood off the happy track it was usually sent on.

          Unfortunately it seemed that Donghyuck didn't catch this, nor did it seem that he cared about the detention teacher's warning glares being shot his way every time he opened his mouth.

"What'd you do to get locked in here?"

   "Are you ignoring me? You're not supposed to ignore friends, Mark-hyung."

       "Oh, so I'm just a passing breeze to you then? I see how it is."

           "I don't need you anyways, I can entertain myself."

               "We're not even friends."

                   "Did you beat someone up? Ooh an evil Mark-hyung, I'd pay to see that. Wait! No! I could record it and post it on YouTube, then I'd be paid to see it."

                          "M a r k"

Until finally, "That's Hyung to you."

     Donghyuck at least groaned and threw his head back over the top of his chair in an act of over dramatic annoyance. It had remained relatively silent between the pair, much to Mark's liking, until about ten minutes to their release. That's when Donghyuck must have decided writing curse woods onto the wood of his desk with the lead of a pencil he found on the floor, must have become boring.

"Are you upset over something? I know it's not in my place to ask because we aren't...friends, or whatever, and I really don't care anyways but you just seem off? I know that sounds stupid but you're just...like, not Mark enough."

     "Not Mark enough?"

         "Yeah, not as smiley or obviously annoyed with me, not as cheerful, I guess."

           "I'm fine, Donghyuck...thanks, though."

              "Yeah, yeah, it's...it's whatever."

Things seemed to shift after that, it wasn't by much and it wouldn't be that obvious to other people but Mark noticed and maybe it had his heart fluttering, just maybe.

     Whenever the pair would pass by each other in the hallway, the smaller redhead would shoot Mark a little thumbs up, a fist in the air with words 'fighting!' mouthed in silence, sometimes it would even just be a simple smile (occasionally he'd add in a wink and Mark could feel himself falling apart at the seams) but whatever it was, Mark found himself treasuring it.

This brings out their next meeting, at volleyball practice out of everything it could have been. Donghyuck was definitely the last person Mark expected to see at a sport, ever. Nothing against him, of course, but after becoming decent friends with Donghyuck's best friend, Jeno, Mark had managed to learn a few things about the younger male, the first being he d e s p i s e d sports.

     So what was he doing at volleyball?

          It was a question Mark would like to know the answer to. However, approaching him and just asking like that would be rather rude, so maybe, he'd just wait.

                 Maybe he didn't have to.

"First detention, now volleyball, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

     "I could say the same about you, you don't seem like the type to like sports."

           "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Mark Lee. Don't go judging a book by it's cover."

It had only taken a few moments until Donghyuck had begun to fake gag at the sound of his own words reaching his ears, mutters of "cliché", "disgusting", and "why did I say that?" leaving between the forced coughs.

     Yeah, okay, maybe Mark had laughed at that.

But it seemed that wasn't the end of Donghyuck's twisted humour making Mark break down into laughter, because the rest of the practice, that's all Mark seemed to do.

     At least, almost all he seemed to do, but there was one point where he found his attention getting drawn elsewhere. Getting drawn to something he'd never noticed about Donghyuck before but quickly fell in love with.

It was during their time running laps, Donghyuck lightly jogging in front of Mark, only glancing back at his friendly companion when he had reached a single digit out to point at the group of females across the field.

     "Hey, Mark, look, cheerleaders-! They're beautiful aren't they?"

          Except Mark didn't care about some grouping of girls, some cheerleaders because he was too focused on a pair of thighs. Muscular thighs that were covered in the most beautiful honey-kissed tan and a light dusting of freckles. Donghyuck's thighs.

                "Yeah...beautiful."

~ Part two