cheater - nct, markhyuck

＃ 35 ＃

mark sighed, sitting down at one of the many tables at the canteen.

just like every day since last saturday, he was alone.

the only persons that accepted to approach him were chunho and his whole team of soccer players, and mark would rather have no one befriending him than this asshole named chunho who was responsible for all of mark's and donghyuck's misery.

speaking of which, mark couldn't stop thinking about the younger male.

as much as his heart was broken, and he felt completely stupid for falling for donghyuck who had been playing him all along, he couldn't help but thinking about him day and night.

for example, for the past days, mark had been sleeping wearing donghyuck's soccer jersey, to feel like he was in donghyuck's embrace all night long. and the boy's manly scent did a very good job at helping mark falling into a deep slumber.

mark was in love. he was sure of that. but sadly, he had known his very first heartbreak.

however, there were still some unclear things in his mind.

one out of many was the fact donghyuck had beaten up the guys that were hurting mark, to the point he lost his spot in the soccer team.

and then, he had brought him to the infirmary, and the nurse had even claimed he was worried about him.

but why would donghyuck loose his spot on the soccer team to protect mark if his goal was to beat mark?

why would he even be worried about mark's condition when the worse mark's state was, the better donghyuck was supposed to feel?

why was donghyuck this paradoxical?

mark had absolutely no clue, but he would need to figure it out soon, because all those small ambiguous things that donghyuck did only made mark fall deeper for him.

and sadly, the deepest mark fell, the hardest it would be for him to stand up again, because he had to remember that: donghyuck and him were nothing but rivals, and there was no way donghyuck would ever return mark's feelings.

"i do, and... i need your help because... well... things are complicated..."

"complicated...?"

the whole canteen fell in the silence as a recording they all knew too well blasted full volume through the school's speakers.

mark tensed as the whole canteen faced him.

was he about to get humiliated once again? was one not enough? was it really necessary to do it another time?

"it all started rather smoothly, with me helping mark. the poor boy is so bad at loving people... so, i helped him, telling him to offer chocolate or flowers to dahyun, and simple things like those."

the canadian male wanted to leave. he badly wanted to.

but it was as if he was glued to his chair, as if the stares of the crowd surrounding him had frozen him on his seat, preventing him to love an inch.

mark badly wanted to kill chunho for being such an asshole.

he knew how much it hurt mark, and yet, he was playing it again... wait, actually-

with a glance to the side, mark noticed chunho with some members of the team sitting at a table with girls, and looking as confused as the rest of the canteen.

so, he wasn't responsible for this? but was then?

the only other person to have the recording was the coach. and he would never do that, would he?