「 I Wish You Were Mine ┊ MarkHyuck 」 ✓

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Minhyung's own throat tightened, emotions crashing against each other. Rage. Fear. Pain. Heartbreak. He wanted to fix this, to make it right. To make all the hurt vanish.

Without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Donghyuck. The younger boy sagged into him, body trembling, tears soaking Minhyung's chest.

"I... I'm sorry," Donghyuck whispered, voice strangled. "I... I didn't know what to do... I didn't know—"

Shh. Minhyung pressed a finger to his lips, holding him tighter. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here, Hyuck. You're safe."

Donghyuck buried his face against Minhyung's shoulder. His hands clutched Minhyung's shirt, as though holding him could anchor him to reality, to warmth, to stability. He sobbed, small, desperate sounds that tore at Minhyung's chest.

The older boy could feel the tremors in Donghyuck's body, the rapid heartbeat against his chest. He wanted to shield him from everything: from fear, from heartbreak, from the world itself. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Donghyuck's hair, the faint trace of the theme park's cotton candy lingering on his coat.

"You're here," Donghyuck whispered again, voice muffled. "I thought... I thought I was alone."

"You're not," Minhyung said firmly, almost a growl. "I'm never letting you be alone like that."

They stood there in the wreckage, wrapped around each other. Outside, the wind howled, rain drummed against the windows, a symphony of chaos that mirrored the storm inside. And yet, in the middle of it all, there was a strange calm — a fragile, desperate calm that existed because they had each other.

Minutes passed like hours. Donghyuck's trembling slowed, though the tears continued to fall. He lifted his head slightly, eyes red and shining. "Minhyung... do you... do you hate me?"

Minhyung's chest tightened. Hate him? He would never. Not for this. Not ever. Instead, he shook his head, pressing his forehead against Donghyuck's. "No. Never. Hyuck. I've loved you for so long. And it doesn't matter if you... if you love someone else, if you're with someone else... I'll always be here for you. Always."

Donghyuck's breath hitched. He wanted to speak, to reassure him, to tell him it wasn't like that. But words failed him. The room was too loud with chaos, too full of emotion. He could only cling tighter, letting the tears fall.

Minhyung carefully guided Donghyuck away from the center of the room, leading him to the couch. They sat together, the older boy wrapping a blanket around both of them, shivering in the chill of the night air. Minhyung's hands brushed against Donghyuck's as he arranged the blanket, lingering longer than necessary, memorizing the feel of him.

They stayed like that, hours passing unnoticed. Outside, the storm continued to rage, wind rattling the windows, but inside, there was only the quiet rhythm of breathing, of shared warmth, of hearts that refused to let go.

Donghyuck eventually rested his head against Minhyung's shoulder, tears finally ceasing to fall, though his chest still trembled. Minhyung stroked his hair, tracing gentle patterns along his scalp. "We'll fix this," he murmured. "We'll put things back. Everything... we'll face it together."

Donghyuck nodded silently, unsure if he could ever fully express the gratitude and love he felt. He only knew that in that moment, in the middle of chaos and fear, he felt safe. He felt home.

Minhyung let out a slow breath, feeling the tension in his body ease slightly. He had feared this night, feared losing Donghyuck forever. But he was here, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the storm outside didn't matter. The storm inside was still there — yes, lingering, raw, and painful — but for once, they faced it together.