|| Request || Markhyuck

|| Special X ||

A/N: Hello!! As I decided, here comes a special chapter for 1k views!~ I know that 1k isn't that much, because I uploaded a lot of chapters, but never did I get so much views.. ㅠㅠ And I never uploaded such a long fanfic in english, so I hope it's good;; And sorry for my bad grammar.. Hope You enjoy it!♥️🌟

[18:31]

from: annoying mark boy
— Hey boi, would You mind if I called You tonight?

It was already 9:10PM, but Donghyuck still couldn't believe that he agreed with Mark calling him tonight. Well, maybe it would be easier for him if they just would talk, like phone-to-phone call, but no, Mark had to come up with this stupid idea of talking through Skype. He was nervous, really nervous. He barely could hold the spoon as he ate dinner with his family members. His mom sure was kind of worried because of sudden change in her son's behavior, but she couldn't ask anything, due to Donghyuck rushing to his room, as soon as he finished his food. He knew being this nervous was just stupid and childish, but hey, who wouldn't be nervous if they had to talk, for the first time, with someone they met online? With someone, who was actually really important to You? He wasn't nervous because it might get awkward as they talked. Okay, maybe it mattered too. But he was more afraid that Mark would have imagined him in a whole different way, and seeing him and hearing, would just disappoint the boy, and in worst case (that Donghyuck tried so hard to not think about), Mark would stop texting him. When Donghyuck last checked the time, it was barely nine, but now, when he just threw a really fast glance at the clock on his blue wall, it definitely showed half past ten. Why did time go so fast, just when he wanted it to stop? Mark could call him anytime, but what if he missed answering his call?

- Oh my God, Donghyuck! What is wrong with you? Why are you bothered by such childish issues you come up with yourself? - He told himself as his palm landed on his sweaty forehead.

Frustrated, he ruffled his already-really-bad-looking hair (gosh, how is he supposed to "face" Mark in such a state?). As he felt on his bed, he took a really big breath and was pretty sure that his ceiling somehow was hypnotising - the longer he looked at it without blinking the more he thought about his messages with Mark. Even if they didn't know each other for that long time, they, or at least Donghyuck, felt really comfortable with texting each other. Sometimes even too comfortable, as when Mark texted him about anything, including his little dummy, basic movements and so on. He was so thankful, that he got to know Mark, never would he imagined or wished of having such a friend. Everyone, who assumed themselves as his friends, never really treated him the way You should treat a real friend. That was the reason, he was so anxious about his every move towards Mark; about thousand times he made sure, that he wrote his messages right spelt, or that they didn't sound too rude and mean; he didn't want to make any bad move, because he didn't want to lose Mark. As he thought about the boy, his phone-screen brightened up and the phone began to ring. Donghyuck picked it up in speed of light, or maybe even faster, almost falling off his bed. As he looked at the screen, corners of his mouth immediately raised up; he simply could stop himself from smiling when "annoying mark boy" popped up on his phone. What a wreck of nerves he became at that moment. "Should I answer immediately? Or maybe wait a little so it doesn't look like I'm desperate?" "But what if I miss the call and he'll get angry?". As such questions started filling his thoughts, he didn't notice that by a mistake, he answered Mark's call.

- Hello? - A soft and unsure voice spoke from the other side of Donghyuck's phone, what made the boy jump a little and in surprise dropping the phone on blanket. - Uhh.. Donghyuck? Are You there? - So it was Mark who was speaking to him in that moment. And the way he spelt his name; Donghyuck never like his given name, but hearing it coming from Mark sounded like the beautifulest name he ever heard.

He picked the phone immediately with his shaky hands, and took a big breath.

- O-of course I'm here you idiot, otherwise who would pick up your incoming call? - He hissed a little, what made the latter giggle loudly.

- I don't see You, so that's why I'm asking. What if I speak with a ghost that is trying to make me believe it's you?

That's right, because of the shock he totally forgot that Mark called him with his camera turned on. Thanks God it was totally dark in Hyuck's room, otherwise he would make himself look like such an idiot in front of Mark's eyes. He took a peek on his phone-screen and guess what? Yes, that annoying boy was there. It was his first time seeing Mark, but boy, he looked even better than Donghyuck had imagined. Somehow, Mark reminded him of someone, as if he met him before, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

- Donghyuck. Don't tell me that You are staring at me without even showing me your face. - Mark giggled again, and in that moment little did Donghyuck know how much will he like that sound later on.

- Are You serious now? Why would I be staring at your dumb face? You're not even that handsome, hmph. - He frowned, and saw how Mark smirked as he heard Donghyuck's worlds. - Why are You smirking? Do You find this funny? No way I'll show You my face now.

- Oh, come on, I didn't do anything bad. It just somehow cute of You that You imagined how handsome I would look. - Mark added, making Donghyuck even more frustrated and speechless. - What? Did my state make our angel forget how to speak? Okay, if You don't want to talk I'll hang up, just make sure You'll take enough much screenshots of my angelic face, so You can admire it later on. Because God knows when will I want to Skype You again.

- What? Y-you won't call me any more? - Hyuck asked, before Mark finished his sentence. Was he too rude towards him? Did he really disappoint Mark so much that he didn't want to talk to him any longer? He swore under his breath, too quietly for anyone to hear, and he knew he was already screw at that moment. But that was what the thought.

- What, no.. What made You think like that? I said, I don't know when I'll show You my face again, not that I will never call You again. How could You twist my words this much.. - He giggled again, this time little too much, what made his little, bright teeth saying hello to the world.

- Don't laugh at me, your brat. It wasn't funny! - How much did Donghyuck want to add, that it did scared him a lot, but wouldn't it be too embarrassing and awkward to tell? It was their first real talk after all. - And well, I won't show You my face. Be thankful that You got to hear my precious voice.

- Yes, yes, whatever You say, angel. I already saw Your face so.. - The last sentence Mark said too quietly for Donghyuck to hear, thank God, otherwise he would have to explain everything and they hadn't time for trifles right now. - Hey Hyuck. - Mark tried to get Donghyuck's attention, after a moment of quietness, without his friend saying anything, he didn't even know if he's still there or not. Would it be easier for Mark to talk if Donghyuck showed his face? Or would it be impossible to tell him anything? As Donghyuck quietly muttered 'what', he hardly continued. - Thank You for being my friend. - Did Mark read Donghyuck's mind? Or did he place some hidden cameras in his room, because that was exactly what Donghyuck had been thinking of just before Mark called him.

- Hey Mark. - It surprised Mark, that he didn't get any answer or reaction from Donghyuck, but instead the boy started his own sentence. - Thank You for being my best friend.

After that, they both new their friendship will evolve to another level, yet were they both afraid that it might change too much and too fast. They both had so many anxieties about how will their friendship look like, but they didn't care during that night. What cared for them the most was each other presence at that precious moment.