"YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN HIM STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!"
"RIGHT CAUSE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING DON'T YOU!"
"APPARENTLY MORE THAN YOU DO!"
Mark slowly opened his eyes, faint beeping beside him and loud arguing coming from a hall. He groaned, blinking to adjust to the semi dark hospital room. He shifted slightly, wincing as the drip in his arm moved under his skin.
He swallowed, the uncomfortably gross feeling of bile stuck in his throat as he sat up. Through his heavy breath, Mark looked up through the door to see Taeyong and Dongyoung arguing.
"...why the fuck are you even here," Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth.
"Haechan, my student, your fucking neighbour, called me, said Mark was in danger," Dongyoung clicked his tongue, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"And you really fucking believed that? As if that was true."
Dongyoung pointed towards Mark, believing he was still unconscious, "clearly I was fucking right."
Taeyong clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, "You knew better, not know. You don't anything about Mark's condition."
Dongyoung scoffed, "don't be an idiot, hyung, I still fucking remember."
"Then you remember that you no longer have a purpose here," Taeyong snapped, his voice breaking slightly.
Mark whined quietly, turning on his side as he attempted to block out the sound. Mark tried to swallow down the gross feeling of crying, hoping to stop hearing them argue. Not even just bickering, arguing. Mark frowned, grasping at his phone that was on the table beside him.
50+ messages from everyone. Mainly Haechan and Renjun had messaged. A couple from the others, even Yangyang and Sungchan. Mark tapped on Haechan's contact.
My Best Nightmare☀
-hyung
-hyung oh my gosh oh my gosh
-hyung-nim im so so fucking sorry
-are you okay
-of course you arent fucking okay ah fuck
- mark are you alive
- oh my gosh im so fucking sorry
- i really wasnt thinking oh my lordy lord
-hyung please answer
-i dont have taeyongs email fuck
-fuckfuckfuckfcuk
-okayokayimessagedurhyunga
-hyunga*
-HYUNGS*
-fuck
-no one answering ffs
-MR KIM IS ON HIS WAY
-IKNOWYOUHATEHIMORWHATEVER
BUTHEWASMYONLYCHOICE
-please message me when you get these
-im going to yangyangs
-i wont go to the hospital i promise
"Mark!" Dongyoung came rushing into the room. He crouched down in front of him, Mark placing his phone down on the mattress. "Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm okay," Mark nodded, stretching. The needle jabbed around in his vein, jerking his hand back in pain, "ouch."
Dongyoung brushed Mark's hair with his fingers, Taeyong biting his lip hard in his peripheral vision.
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Sunshine | Markhyuck
FanfictionUNDERGOING EDITING (mainly for grammar cause I'm annoyed at myself) "Hyung, can you be allergic to people?" The problem poor innocent Mark Lee had was that he was allergic to sunlight. Not violently enough that he wasn't allowed outside but just eno...
