famous - nct, markhyuck

♪ 26 ♪

"stop. thinking. about. that!" donghyuck muttered under his breath, hitting his forehead with each of his words.

super m had officially left new york city four days ago, making a stop in washington to visit the capital of the united states and perform in front of their fans. and they were now on the plane to atlanta, their third stop on the super m us tour.

"stupid mind! i said stop!"

and here was donghyuck, growling and repeatedly hitting himself.

what for? for not being able to forget his and mark's interaction in central park, four days ago.

since the second after he had been set back to his feet, donghyuck hadn't been able to get out of his mind the image of mark's face being so close to his.

surprisingly, this fall – that mark had somehow prevented – had hit donghyuck with realisation. he had never noticed how handsome mark looked from up-close, whether it was his dark hair that was all over the place, or his big confused eyes that would turn into crescents whenever he would smile, or his high cheekbones that fitted perfectly with the boy's sharp jawline to make him look like a man, or even his lips, so pink, so glossy, so tempting.

don't get donghyuck started on those lips.

long story short, they were the main reason of donghyuck's current malfunction. when he was halfway laying on mark's lap, just after his fall, donghyuck had innocently stared at every detail of mark's gorgeous face, and his eyes eventually fell on the boy's plump lips. and that's when he lost control.

he had found himself wondering what would those lips taste like, and if the feeling of mark's lips pressed against his would make his inside more jittery than they already were. he had been so caught up in the moment that he had found himself leaning forwards, as if to confirm his suspicions, but taeyong had interrupted their moments, making donghyuck realise what was about to happen.

and since these events occurred, donghyuck hadn't been able to prevent his mind from making images of mark's face up-close flash in the most random moments, which was why he was in a full gay-panic.

"you're going to lose all of your neurons if you keep hitting your head like that." a voice said, startling the tanned male.

"oh my god, ten, you scared me." he replied, placing a hand on his heart.

"sorry." the thai male giggled. "can i sit next to you? the others are sleeping or want to stay on their own, it's boring." he declared.

"sure." donghyuck nodded, pulling his bag off the seat next to him so that the older boy could sit down.

ten took a seat on the beige leather, immediately placing his elbows on the armrest between his and donghyuck's seats and plopping his chin on his palms while he stared at donghyuck with a smile that ressembled the cheshire cat's.

"h-huh...?" donghyuck blinked, his cheeks becoming slightly pink because of ten's stare.

"so, tell me, donghyuck." ten's smile widened, if possible. "what has you hitting your head this hard?"

"n-nothing important." donghyuck stuttered, making ten raise a brow.

"sure." he nodded. "and without any lie?"

donghyuck thought for a few seconds, trying to find a plausible answer in the smallest amount of time possible.

"i... i was trying to rehearse my lines in english for the concert, but i keep messing up." donghyuck replied with a small smile, internally proud of himself for finding such a good excuse.