The Reason

                                    

                                          
Mark was currently sending heart eyes to Haechan as the younger was answering an essay in science.
Yes, Haechan is still in 12th grade (don't worry he'll graduate soon), and Mark is still waiting for 2nd year of college enrollment, since he just recently just finished his 1st year of college in Canada.
"Will you stop staring", Haechan stated as he continued to write whatever he had on his mind.
Mark continued to stare but replied.
"Who said I was staring?", Haechan rolled his eyes and averted his focus back to his notebook and papers.
"I can feel you dagging holes in me", Mark scoffed.
"I bet you want to feel me in your hole", Haechan choked on air as he looked at Mark in disbelief, whom for some odd reason, looked hella proud.
"Why the fuck are you smirking for? You think that was good huh?", he grabbed his notebook and smacked the olders head, earning a whine from him.
He stopped hitting him as he huffed and began to write again like nothing happened.
Mark rubbed the spot where Haechan hit, since it hurted a bit due to his aggressiveness. But he didn't wanna tell the younger that, since he would end up hating and blaming himself because of it.
He smiled softly as he gently petted the pink head.
"It's soft...", Haechan hummed as he let Mark do what he wanted, plus he didn't mind the touch.
After an hour or so of more petting and only the sound of the clock ticking in the background, Haechan let out a groan as he stretched his arms.
"Aish finally done!", Mark smiled and pinched his cheeks.
Haechan pouted and playfully slapped the olders hand away.
Mark then pull him into a hug and squeezed him, Haechan let out a groan and whine, but Mark ignored it as he guided the two to the bed.
He carefully placed Haechan down, and kissed his forehead, and hands.
"Pretty Hyuck", Haechan blushed and hugged Mark,  and dug his face into the olders chest.
Mark chuckled, sending tingles to Haechans ears, and hugged him back, ruffling his hair in the process.
Silence immited the room, as Mark was on the berge of sleeping, but the younger had something else in mind.
"Hey Mark...", Mark hummed as a response, and looked down as he felt Haechan look up from his chest. He tilted his head as he looked down at the tan male.
"I'll tell you about the reason now...", Mark tensed up a bit, but shook it off and started comforting him.
"You don't need to force yourself Hyuck, it's only been a week", Haechan smiled as Mark said his name.
"No no it's okay, I can tell you now..." "Okay then..."
Haechan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and spoke up.
"I didn't hate my name before, it didn't mean anything to me before... But after getting into high-school, everything started to go down hill...", Mark rubbed the youngers back in a gentle matter as he hummed him to continue talking.
"My father died... Like when I was ten or something...", Mark could hear faint sniffles and hugged him tighter.
"And- and the only way I could think of- of coping with my sadness... Eating... It's stupid I know".
He let out a bitter chuckle, whilst Mark furrowed his brows. "It's not stupid, you did what you had to do".
Haechan hummed and continued his story.
"I ate, like a lot, and gained weight. Enough weight that people in my school would point it out and... Take me out", Marks grip tightened into the boys waist as he grew angry.
"I'm sorry", Haechan looked up and tilted his head, "What are you sorry for?" "For not being there when you were at your worst".
Haechan let out a laugh and squished the olders cheeks.
"Aish so cute~" "Am not, you are", Haechan giggled before clearing his throat to continue his story.
"Anyways... Yeah, I got bullied for being fat. But one person actually tried to help me", he scowled.
"Who was that person?" "A person I used to call a friend, Yangyang..."
"Yangyang used to call me by my name instead of Haechan since he said the name 'Donghyuck' was prettier", Mark clenched his jaw.
"We got together, pretty fast since I thought he was trustworthy, but I was wrong..." He took a deep breath.
"I thought he loved me, but he was actually just dared to date me... And after confronting him, he beat me up saying I'm an useless piece of shit", he sighed.
"Pretty stupid, but that's why I scowl whenever someone says my name. It's cause he used to say it".
Mark didn't say anything. He felt rage grow upon him, he wanted to know who the fuck this 'Yangyang' was, and for him to beat up.
Haechan noticed his hyungs silence and looked at him.
"Baby?", Mark snapped out of his thoughts and blushed.
"B-baby?", he giggled, "Don't overthink about my situation, it was all in the past" "But-" "Shhhh".
Haechan placed his finger into the others lips.
"I'm alright now, see? And I'm better now, since I'm with you", he kissed the olders nose and smiled.
Mark sighed and smiled back, "Alright, at least you're happy now, right?", he nods eagerly.
He then immediately attacked the younger with kisses, and took off his shirt.
"Woah baby", Haechan giggled, "Fuck, you're so sexy when you call me that".
Haechan smirked and kissed him passionately, whilst ripping off the olders shirt.
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"A-ah oh! Mark- Ah!"
"Do they know that were here?", Haechans mother asked and looked over to her husband as he was drinking his coffee.
"I don't know, probably not, since it's 11am", the mother glanced at the clock and let out an 'ah' sound as he remembered that she told her son that she'll be back in the morning.
"Yeah, they probably don't" "Hmm".
"Ah! Mark! Har- Ah! Harder! Ngh~"
"For fucks sake they're too loud", she scowled.
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Sorry if it's short, made this during class.
1, 024 words, to be continued...