「 I Wish You Were Mine ┊ MarkHyuck 」 ✓

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Donghyuck pushed the door open, expecting the quiet hum of his apartment, the soft familiarity of the space he called home. But instead, he was met with chaos. The moment the door swung fully open, his eyes widened, his chest constricted, and a cold, sinking feeling slithered through him.

It was as if a tornado had ripped through every corner of the apartment. Shattered glass littered the floor, glittering faintly under the dim light, catching the shadows and reflecting a million fractured images of the room. Flower vases lay shattered, their blooms strewn and wilting, petals bruised and broken on the floor. Chairs were overturned; cushions were ripped from their seats, revealing stuffing like snow scattered in the aftermath of a storm. Even the kitchen was a scene of ruin: plates, cups, and glasses lay shattered, sauces and remnants of food smeared across the counters and floor.

Donghyuck froze in the doorway, the world around him muted, as though sound itself had been swallowed by the devastation. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, every pulse a deafening reminder of the impossibility of what he was seeing. His hands trembled at his sides. The air smelled faintly of something burnt, something spilled, something forgotten.

He swallowed, tried to find words, but none came. His throat was dry, his mind a tornado of its own, spinning questions that had no immediate answers. Who could have done this? Why? What had happened here? Was someone hurt? Every scenario rushed past him faster than he could comprehend.

His phone vibrated in his pocket—a small, insignificant sound against the chaos—but it was enough to snap him back to reality. He pulled it out, fingers shaking, and stared at the screen. He knew immediately who he wanted to call. His best friend, the one person who could help him make sense of the senseless. Minhyung.

His thumb hovered over Minhyung's contact, heart hammering. And then... he froze.

Something inside him hesitated. A flicker of doubt, fear, and—he couldn't even name it—something more fragile, more delicate. What if he called and Minhyung didn't answer? What if, for once, he wasn't there to catch him, to guide him through the chaos that felt unending?

The phone weighed heavy in his hand, not as a device, but as a lifeline he wasn't sure he deserved to grab. His mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding at once:

What if he's sleeping?
What if he's busy?
What if I'm overreacting?
What if... what if he hates me for not being careful, for letting things get this far?

Tears welled in his eyes, blurring the scene around him. The shards of glass, the broken furniture, the scattered chaos—all of it seemed to mirror the fragments of his heart. Every shattered piece on the floor echoed the pieces of trust, love, and innocence that had been scattered over the years.

Donghyuck sank slowly to the floor, his back against the wall, eyes still fixed on the ruin before him. He wanted to call Minhyung, to tell him everything, to hear his voice and feel some anchor in the storm. But the weight of uncertainty pinned him in place. He could almost hear Minhyung's voice, the gentle reprimands and teasing scolds, the warmth and laughter that always managed to ground him. And yet, that memory now felt distant, like a dream just out of reach.

Hours passed—or maybe minutes; Donghyuck couldn't tell. Time had no meaning here. His phone sat in his hand, the screen still glowing with Minhyung's name. Each glance at it was like staring into a stormy ocean, beautiful and terrifying, a reflection of his own heart.

He tried to rise, to start cleaning, to make sense of the disaster, but every step crunched on shards of glass, every movement reminded him of the chaos outside and inside. He wanted answers, and yet, he feared them too.

Finally, he sank fully against the wall, head tilted back, letting the weight of the room—and his own emotions—press down on him. His tears began to fall freely now, unrestrained, carving clean lines down his cheeks, falling into the mess around him.