Gunpoint Brave // Markhyuck

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"Oops, sorry. I forgot you don't speak cause you're a freak!" The employee laughed.

Donghyuck tightened a fist.

Why the hell was Minhyung just standing there?

It's his employee for gods sake!

It bothered Donghyuck.
There was a period in his life where he went deathly silent. He didn't want to acknowledge anything at a 100%. He didn't care if other kids said that he was creepy. But at least they knew their place and backed off at teachers.

But this was Minhyung.
The possibly the richest guy in the building.

This guy was straight up stupid.

Donghyuck cleared his thoat, trying to get the guy to take a hint and go away. Instead, he threw a funny face at Minhyung and pestered him left and right.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes and scoffed. Way to waste his time. It was like watching paint dry. Minhyung basically did nothing to the guy.

The brown-haired boy almost yawned as Minhyung did nothing for the next two minutes.

After that, Donghyuck got so bored, it was infuriating. He just sat and did nothing for four straight hours. Now, it was going to be five!

"Look man, I don't know what the hell you're saying, but you've probably killed Mr. Lee with how boring your speech is. Could you maybe-- you know... shut the fuck up?" Donghyuck rolled his eyes.

The loud guy stopped talking.

"And who are you, sweet talker?" He instantly noticed Donghyuck and leaned onto a cubicle, grinning.

Donghyuck almost scoffed.

"Yeah um, I just want you to shut up," Donghyuck said.

"Why don't you use your lips to?" The guy winked.

Ew.
What the fuck?

"Listen rich boy, I don't know what the hell you're trying to get out of me or him, but all I know is that you're probably the dumbest person ever," Donghyuck tried to at least talk some sense before he punched it.

"He's a weirdo," the guy pointed at Minhyung. "Don't lie. You don't like him too."

"Don't talk like you know everything," Donghyuck got right up in his face. "A tongue is three inches but it can demolish a man six feet high. It doesn't matter if I like Minhyung or not. He's the boss, and I have more respect for someone like him than for you."

Donghyuck grabbed Minhyung and proceeded to swiftly drag him away. Minhyung just followed.

It was about three minutes in when Donghyuck realized he had no idea where in the fuck he was going.

He stopped walking.

Minhyung looked at him, "Let go."

"Wha? --oh...."

Donghyuck quickly let go of Minhyung, shoving the hand he had interlocked with Minhyung into the pocket of his pants.

"Wonderful job. We're far from the printing room," Minhyung adjusted his long sleeves.

"Why didn't you just fire him?" Donghyuck couldn't understand Minhyung.

Why not just throw that guy out?
Why didn't he just shut the guy up?
Why did he just... stand there...?

"None of your business," the other male simply replied.

"You're so weird!" Donghyuck shouted just as Minhyung turned around.

"Who cares," Minhyung said, not turning to him, walking on.

"You're weird because you're actually nice!"  Donghyuck suddenly shouted.

Minhyung stopped walking.

He turned around.

"You're not that bad enough to throw someone out, I guess..." Donghyuck suddenly felt embarassed.

Why did he say that?

"I guess," Minhyung still gave him a blank stare.

"W-wait!" Donghyuck said as Minhyung went to turn around again.

Minhyung turned back, again.

"C-could I at l-least g-get a t-thank you..?" Donghyuck hid his mouth with his sweater paws.

Mark turned around and started to walk again.

Donghyuck suddenly felt disappointed. Why did he want Minhyung to be a nice guy anyways..?

"I'll let you call me Mark."

Minhyung continued on his way.

Had Donghyuck not covered his face, he would've saw the slight spring in Mark's step as he let the younger catch up with him.

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[Mark POV]

"Listen, Bloodhound. Either get your kin under control, or I won't hesitate to use his skin as a blanket," Mark coldly spoke into the phone.

"Y-yes s-s-sir..."

Mark had sent Haechan home for the night after walking to the printer room for more documents.

"He held me up for ten minutes today with my secretary. You know what that means..?" Mark chidded. "You get ten minutes to be my toy."

"N-NO SIR! I-I'll punish him! He won't speak ever again!"

"Watch it, Bloodhound," Mark injected his venom through his voice and into the phone. "Taking the wrong step won't only apply to you. If you won't do it, I assume I can use some bullets to put you back in place."

"Y-yes sir!"

"Then fix your little boy... Wonho was his name..?" Mark twittled with his pen. "If I hear him mocking me again, don't be surprised if I have your head on a platter next to his later."

Mark hung up and tossed the phone on the table, groaning in exhaustion.

Why was it like this?

Why was the only way to keep people by him was to say he would kill them?

Mark sighed softly and put away everything, ready to go home for the night.

Suddenly, an image of his secretary with his cute sweater paws appeared in his mind.

"What the fuck..." Mark muttered.

The next time his heart fluttered, he swore he would rip it out and pin it under a rock.

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(a/n:

I'M SORRY MY LOVELIES

School is draining me of sleep and I've been dying to catch up. Here's the chapter I couldn't post last week.

I'll try harder to write more, but it seems like it's really hard right now.

But I hope you'll stay with me anyways.

Until the next chapter, lovelies! 💗 )