upstaged || markhyuck

17: what time is it?

"hyuck?"

the peachy-haired boy gave a groan. he felt a hand on his forehead brushing his hair back and a duvet tucked up under his chin.

"hyung?" he mumbled.

"you alright?" doyoung said, ruffling his hair.

"hyung," he whined. "...thanks."

"for what?" doyoung asked, his brow furrowing.

"picking me up," he said, squinting at him, "and... carrying me upstairs."

"it was nothing, hyuck," doyoung told him. "just... be careful, yeah?" he moved to open the curtains. "it's already eleven am, hyuck."

"i was probably heavy," donghyuck said, groaning as he sat up. he clutched at his head. "fuck," he muttered.

"don't be ridiculous," doyoung said, crossing his arms.

"what? i'm just saying," he grumbled.

"you've lost too much weight," doyoung chided.

"says the stick," donghyuck scoffed. he pushed his covers back and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. "uh, gross."

"excuse me! i've been working out," doyoung protested, "i have abs, look-"

"alright, alright," donghyuck snapped, waving a dismissive hand at doyoung's pale abs. "go show someone who actually cares."

doyoung frowned. "has someone been saying something about your weight?" he asked suspiciously, pulling his shirt down again. "hyuck, if people are bullying you again-"

"no!" the peachy-haired boy insisted, shaking his head. fatty, jaemin's voice echoed in his mind. shut the fuck up, he told the voice. "no, it's fine, hyung. no one's saying... anything."

"okay," doyoung said, not quite convinced, "but i can beat them up now." he put his fists up.

donghyuck kicked his leg. "keep telling yourself that, stick," he laughed.

"don't fucking kick me, you baby," doyoung retorted, though he was laughing too. "i'm heading to work, anyway."

"have fun," donghyuck said sarcastically, waving as doyoung left his room. he sighed and slumped down on the bed.

***

mark woke with a splitting headache and a gross taste in his mouth. he gave a groan and rolled over, squinting at the futon on the floor, which was now neatly rolled up. his phone was blinking with a 'low battery' notification so he stretched as far as he could manage (luckily that was in range of his charger) and plugged his phone in. there was a message from chaeyoung.

FROM: chaeyoung
thanks for letting me stay over.
i didn't want to disturb your
hangover... lol
oh and i'll return the shirt
on monday after washing it.
thanks mark

mark sighed and returned his phone to his bedside table and rubbed his eyes. what had possessed him to drink so much last night? he and yukhei owed yeri twenty thousand won between them, and he had a massive headache.

oh.

heat rose to mark's cheeks as he remembered kissing lee donghyuck.

"why the fuck- ugh," mark grumbled, flopping back down on his bed and stuffing a pillow over his head.

***