Red and black

Mark stared puzzledly at the red head boy earning a slight curve from the younger's lips. He then splashed some cold water on his face once again to differentiate himself between a dream and a reality. When he looked up at his reflection, the boy disappeared.

"As expected", Mark sighed and contacted his face with a towel.

The bathroom was suddenly surrounded with mystery. He was aware that there was some kind of spirit floating around his presence and swifted his body around in a rapid speed. Mark was still amused by the smiling subject infront of him.

"Hey", Mark hesitantly greeted the boy. The boy grinned in response lowering his head allowing the sunlight to hit his face, in which his eyelashes gently brushed his cheeks leaving a feathered shadow under his eyes.

"Who are you?", Mark asked him with bottled up emotions of curiosity. Different shades of inquisition complied in his head the more he stared at the boy.

Mark interrupted their gaze by placing his hand on the boy's semi translucent body. The younger then pulled Mark's hand down and interlaced them together. Hand in hand. The connection almost felt surreal. The younger stepped forward with eager not breaking their gaze. He started examining Mark's black tousled hair, then his eyes, nose and his thin yet enticing lips. He leaned in breaking their barrier of mysteries and wrapped his arms around Mark's neck. Mark slid his arms around the boy's curves gradually tightened his grip as the boy inclined his way to the crook of his neck. Warm breath tingled on his neck and nape caresses leaving Mark as a result of releasing a silent moan.

The boy's lips hovered over his skin and whispered, "It's you, I need you. Come find me...". 

The boy disappeared once again leaving Mark with a hallucinated dream.

He left the house with a blur as he made his way to his University. The cool breeze past by his walk to his destination like humans and spirits. He placed his hands in the pockets of his grey jumper and fumbled with a gum wrap paper, he thought. He removed it out of his pocket with the intentions of throwing it in the bin. But only to be stopped by the colour of the paper. Red. It was strange. He unraveled the subject and gathered his eyebrows to the centre.

Lee Donghyuck.

The name was printed in a black marker on a red note.

The note left him speechless then soon his imaginations of the boy made it's way back into his mind recapping the sequence of events.

He started his day at University with the feeling of lost and that feeling remained the same for the whole week.

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