WRITER'S BLOCK ⋮ markhyuck

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Mark had problems remembering. He couldn't recall the memory even when he tried very hard. He was drunk at that time, so not only this, but the whole Halloween party was like a dream so hard to remember.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't remember it."

"Try again," Donghyuck pressured. "You have to."

"It happened like five years ago. I don't—"

"You told me I look pretty," Donghyuck interrupted Mark and talked over him. "I wore a maid outfit, had thigh highs and you said all of that looked good on me."

Mark had no problems remembering this, but something that came after this scene was very foggy. Nevertheless, he tried to recreate everything using his imagination more than his memories. And there he saw Donghyuck and himself, standing in a dark hallway full of people but looking only into each other's eyes.

Looking at himself from afar, Mark recalled being so drunk that it looked like the walls were waving at him. The noise from the music and people around wasn't that loud—Mark's ears were covered with the Spider-Man's mask that was lifted only around his mouth so that he could drink.

He tried to concentrate on what Donghyuck was talking about, but his eyes kept shifting to the boy's costume. His friend looked incredibly sexy in that. The dress fit him so perfectly that Mark's drunk brain believed Donghyuck came out of an anime.

"You look pretty in this dress," Mark leaned on the wall as he brought his face closer to Donghyuck's.

"T-thanks," the boy shuttered, highly surprised. "But do you really mean it, or are you just making fun of me?"

"You look good in feminine clothes. I bet you could compete with actual women."

"Would you like to see me as a girl?" Donghyuck asked, completely sober. He had a high tolerance for alcohol, just like Mark knew.

"Heck yes. You're so damn pretty right now."

"Would you date me if I were a girl?"

"Why not? I think I would marry you," Mark laughed, responding to whatever he got as a question.

Even when he saw Donghyuck right in front of him in the maid's costume, not even for a second did he think of him as a girl. He knew it was his Donghyuck in a very sexy outfit. The only problem at that time must've been Mark's confidence that Donghyuck was straight and telling more compliments about him as a male would've made it awkward. That might be the reason why he said what he said—and that was to pretend that he was straight too.

"Thank you, Mark," Donghyuck smiled. "If that's what I need to have a chance to be with you... I'll be a girl."

Mark flinched and opened his eyes.

He realized he was back in the dark room with way more drunk Donghyuck on his right. Everything that he managed to remember flooded in his head and Mark couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh my God..."

"Do you remember now?" Donghyuck asked with a chuckle. "You told me that you'd date me, marry me. You. Who knew I was a boy, but I looked too much like a girl. So why can't other men see me just like you do?"

"Because they're other men."

"No... I can't win them. I can't win their affection, because I'm not a real woman. I'm just a phony. God, am I meant to be alone?"

"But the Halloween party," Mark breathed out, his eyes finding Donghyuck's. "The things I said to you... Did they push you to the thought of becoming one?"

"I always had a thing for feminine stuff," Donghyuck said the same phrase Mark had heard before. "I loved dressing up as one too. But when you said that I look good, it flattered me. When you said you'd date me, it made me happy. I never knew that there was at least something that could bring us even closer."