Dive Into You | Markhyuck

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Hi question. Are you uncomfortable with me using the *b* word? Or the cussing parts? Please do let me know.

"Don't you fucking come near—I mean, p-please stay where y-you are, Mr. Lee!" When the man in front of him began to get out of bed, Donghyuck panicked and stuttered.

With his eyes roving around the area, the poor boy is baffled. He wasn't in his room; in fact, this isn't even his apartment.

"P-phone... where is my phone. Oh my gosh, what the heck is happening? Was I drunk last night?! Did I enter the wrong house?!" He tried to find his phone anywhere other than the bed.

"Donghyuck," Mark said, trying to shake the drowsiness off his mind. "...baby, could we please get back here? It's a Saturday morning, for God's sake." He added with a yawn.

"B-baby? Why the fuc—Mr. Lee, with all due respect, could you kindly refrain from calling me names? You're giving me shivers!" The poor befuddled boy's voice was filled with terror.

"Why are you acting like this, Hyuck? Was I too rough with you last night that you've forgot ever—"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Donghyuck panickily shouted, cutting of whatever the guy was about to say.

Hearing the latter, Donghyuck came to a halt in his actions. He could feel his face burning, but he could not tell if it was from humiliation or rage.

"Is this some kind of prank? Where is the camera? Is Jeno and Renjun a part of this bullshit?! Please tell me! Because I'm fucking confused as hell right now!" He took a handful of his hair in his fist. He was trying to relax himself as he began to shake.

Is this a dream? Or a nightmare? Fuck! What in the world is going on here?  he thought to himself, still looking for the darn phone

Donghyuck noticed his phone on the bedside table and reached for it. 

He walked over to it right away, attempting to ignore Mark's piercing glances. He returned to the corner of the room as soon as he grabbed the phone.

When he realized he was only in his underwear, he panicked and grabbed a random shirt from the floor, which he quickly put on. He could feel his face begin to burn once more.

Why am I fucking so close to being naked? he wanted to slap his face to wake himself up. Perhaps he was in a deep slumber, and this is just a nightmare brought on by the events of the day before.

Everything had thrown him for a loop.

A lot of questions prompted in his mind. Where is he, why is his boss with him (who he thought, to be honest, is looking like a whole damn meal being half naked, or really was bare but was covered with the comforter), why is his boss, who despises him the most, is calling him sweet names, and why IS HE DARN NAKED?!