Daring {Markhyuck}|| Completed

•Chapter 51•

"Oh come on. I know you can hit harder!" Mark scoffed, standing behind the punching bag to hold it in place.

Donghyuck stood in front of it with shorts on and Mark's black t shirt and boxing gloves on, jabbing the bag like a prissy cat.

Mark gave the younger a look as he held the bag in place so that he could feel the impact of Donghyuck's power.

"I was nervous!" Donghyuck sassed but then pouted and asked softly, "is my stands and technique okay?"

"Angel, for the fifth time...yes. Everything is perfect. You can hit it harder," Mark assured.

Donghyuck bit his lip and stared at the bag, putting his hands up in the air but then dropping them again.

"Are you sur-"

"Lee Donghyuck!" Mark sternly rumbled which enlightened something in the younger who punched his gloved fist to the bag as hard as he could.

"Again," Mark instructed, keeping Donghyuck there for a while punching the bag until the younger was exhausted.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna pass out," Donghyuck dramatically said, swiping the sweat off his forehead with his arm as he knees dropped to the mats before plopped his body to the ground.

He lied there like a starfish while Mark poked his tongue inside his cheek, standing akimbo with his hand glue to his waist.

"You're perfectly fine," Mark rolled his eyes.

Mark was being bitchy while training Donghyuck and the younger knew the older had his best interests in mind, but he still got annoyed.

However, another part of him found it insanely attractive.

Donghyuck internally groaned, he could never win.

"Listen here you fuck," Donghyuck rolled onto his back, the sweat print from his body on the mats were visible as his shirt rode up his stomach. "Give me a couple minutes to breathe."

"There's no time for that when you're out there," Mark grimaced as Donghyuck stood up, dusting off the back of his shorts.

"I'm not going out in the field," Donghyuck said.

Mark took a breath.

"Whether you go into the field or not, you still don't have time for that! When you get into a fight, the other person isn't going to back up when you ask them for a break! They're going to keep coming until they knock you out or hurt you badly," Mark explained with irritation obvious in his voice.

He honestly does not want to talk to the younger like this but with the date approaching for mission very soon, the atmosphere was getting tight and tense with everyone working hard.

Donghyuck flinched a bit but stood still, suddenly remembering all the fights he had gotten into during high school.

Mark was right.

It was just like high school. They never let him breathe as he was practically on the floor injured and on the verge of passing out. They just continued coming.

"You're such a weakling," on of the popular high school students poked fun at Donghyuck.

"No I'm not," Donghyuck retorted.

"You are just like your grandparents are on their deathbed right now," the other boy spat as Donghyuck, clutched his fist tightly.

And before he knew it, he raised his hand in the air and attacked the other student with a punch to the back of the head when he was not looking.