♦️Chapter 26♦️

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"FUCK THIS!" Mark yelled throwing a glass at the wall when he finished drinking a glass of whiskey. 

"Still haven't found him yet have they!" Mark shouted again infuriated with himself that he lost the boy just like that.

"Father always said if I were ever to have feelings for someone to keep them close. They will be a weakness." Mark groaned out loud asking Ten for another glass. 

"Now look at me! Lost one person and I am already fucked up."

"You actually had feelings for him now?" Ten sighed at Mark unable to know his feelings but able to tell there was something more than just partners between the two.

"nO! aS iF!" Mark slurred after what could be his 5th glass.

"Okay kiddo, enough glasses for you." Ten patted the boy's back to see him fight back. Mark got up from his seat instantly slopping onto Ten who had to shove him in the back seat of  Lucas's car who just happened to be going back home at that point.

Once home though the boy was still sober, and it was clear he still had stuff on his mind as when he was in the house he didn't go to his bedroom and went straight to the weapons room. It was the only thing on his mind at the moment.

The only thing that could stop him from thinking about the boy as much as he didn't want to. His plump lips, tanned soft honey skin, button nose and thick curves. Gosh, only he knows how much he fell.

Now he was back to his old days. 

Hate was always the answer. What was Taeyong talking about when he talked about Love, getting close to him and whatever. Donghyuck should now only be a fragment of his imagination, if they get him back he shouldn't care any less. 

It was the only answer.

Once in front of the tree, he swore not to touch it again he couldn't help but want the numb damaging feeling of punching it constantly, the knowing that his knuckled will be infected when it was over.

The sad feeling of wanting to be sick. Sweat poured down his forehead, punch, after punch. His knuckles we now slipt, bleeding and he could feel his bones get crushed each time he hit it.

'Keep going~' The voice in his head said. Strong, masculine and old just like his father told him countlessly.

"AGH!" Mark only stopped when he realised he cracked one of his bones. That's when he knew to stop. That's when the past would always haunt him.

~Flashback presented to you, by old Kun Ge~ 

"HE IS OF AGE! MOST CHILDREN START STUFF LIKE THIS AT THIS AGE!" 

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!  HE IS ONLY 5!" 

"YOU SAID THAT ABOUT TAEYONG! NOW HE IS JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE STARTING AT THE AGE OF 9! MARK WILL BE EXTRAORDINARY WHICH IS WHY HE SHOULD START NOW! END OF DISCUSS!" 

Mark closed his ears as his Mother and Father yelled at each other as they always did. He was only having fun with his father punching into a punching bag until his Mother intercepted being against it.

He didn't understand why he had to stop but he knew it was controversial from how his Mother was worried for him.

"Leave Taeyong with 127 since he is already there, maybe he will learn a few things there. Meanwhile, Minhyung is coming with us to Canada. He will learn more there. That's final." Mark's father finalised taking Mark's hand and dragging him somewhere.

Mark's mother couldn't help but fall onto her knees, her face trickling with tears of pain and sorrow for her son. 

She wasn't able to help the poor soul and that's what pained her. Little did she know this was the start of a monster growing deep inside the boy.

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