❝Hyung?❞ Mark's arms circle around the younger's waist, pulling him to his lap, with him facing the younger. The older nuzzles his head into the younger's neck, and Mark could feel the warmth of his skin, as well as red flushed in the younger's face but he doesn't comment on it. He tightens the grip around Hyuck, pulling him impossibly close, ❝Let's stay like this for a while❞ Mark's voice is deep, rough and everything that makes Donghyuck turn flustered.
A series of coughs could be heard and they could recognize it as Yuta, and Mark literally doesn't care because he just grins while Donghyuck just curls, hiding into the older's hoodie, making Mark chuckle. The older gently tugs the younger from hiding only to be greeted by Donghyuck, with his cheeks flushed crimson red, ❝Pretty❞ Mark mutters, fingers caressing the soft skin of his pink dusted cheeks. He leans into the touch even though he shouldn't but at this moment he doesn't seem to care. Mark presses his lips over his moles one by one, ❝Hyungㅡ❞ Donghyuck gasps, but the next few words are swallowed by Mark's lips pressing against his.
