Bro Zone // markhyuck

two

"Here." Donghyuck handed the older a glass of champagne, the coldness spreading through Mark's fingertips.

The people on the television were all excitingly waiting, it was currently one minute until the new year.

Donghyuck settled next to his best friend on the couch, giving him a quick glance, admiring his beauty for a few seconds before turning towards the tv. The younger's parents were at a much fancier, bigger party, leaving the two teens alone in the plain house.

The countdown started: "Ten," the mob of humans on the screen began to chant.

"Nine,"

His eyes shifted to his best friend once again, this time landing on the glass in his hand, then moving up to his plush lips.

"Eight,"

His attention drifted back to the screen.

"Seven, six, five, four,"

He quickly looked at Mark again.

"Three,"

His grip around his champagne glass tightened.

"Two,"

He inhaled deeply, casting one last glance at the boy next to him.

"One! Happy new year!"

Bringing the rim to his lips, the fizzy liquid ran down his throat, trying to chug the beverage as fast as he could. Mark did the same, sideying the other.

Donghyuck gulped the drink down, removing the cup from his lips as the last of it slipped into his mouth. The older finished approximately a split second after, his gaze immediately landing on his best friend while the rest of the liquid traveled down his throat.

"I won." the tanned boy grinned, but that soon faltered when he felt the liquid move around in his stomach.

As if Donghyuck's grimace expression was a cue, both boys ran into the kitchen, vomiting into the sink and the trash.

"We're idiots." Mark panted, catching his breath after he emptied his stomach into the trash bag. "What a great way to start off the year."

"Mhm. Splendid." the younger agreed, pressing his palms against the counter, turning his head weakly.

Mark was kneeling on the floor in front of the trash bin, back turned, giving the latter a full view of his perky ass.

Donghyuck became red at the sight and quickly turned away. After cleaning themselves up a bit, the teens went upstairs into the younger's room, not wanting to stick around in the champagne-vomit aroma.

"Oh, by the way, happy new year." Mark said as he flopped onto Donghyuck's bed, stomach first.

"Don't tell me you're already going to sleep." Donghyuck folded his arms as he stood in his room, raising an eyebrow at his crush.

"Wah. I'm tired." the older shifted himself in the other's bed, pulling the covers over himself.

The younger stalked over to his best friend. Raising his foot up, he kicked Mark's reclined being, a little squeak escaping the older's mouth as he felt a light pain in his back.

"That's my bed." he huffed, his arms extending out and grabbing Mark by the shoulders, trying to throw him off the bed.

Mark tried to wiggle out of Donghyuck's grip, squirming and flailing his arms around while slowly unraveling himself out of the blanket by doing so. Soon they were both pouring all their strength into this petty fight, Donghyuck attempting to pull Mark off the bed while the older was gripping the sheets.

"Get off." Donghyuck sneered through his teeth as he pulled the other's ankles.

"No." Mark protested, trying to kick off his best friend's grip. Smirking, the older lifted his hand in one shift motion, a pillow in his grasp and whacked the younger across the face.

"What the fuck." Donghyuck shook his head and blinked, hands releasing the ankles, finding a huge grin smacked across Mark's face.

"You piece of shit." he pounced onto the bed, practically tackling his best friend.

"Donghyuck," Mark gasped as he felt the weight crush him. "You're heavy." he breathed.

Donghyuck propped himself up onto his elbows against the mattress, lifting his weight off the other.

"Are you calling me fat?" he arched an eyebrow, pretending to sound super offended. His sassy attitude wore off when he realized the position they were in - he was lying on top of Mark, their lower bodies pressing against each other, legs tangled.

Donghyuck gulped, heat rushing into his cheeks. His eyes drew to those plush lips, his hormones tempting him to lean down.

Before he could follow through with what his mind was screaming at him, he felt hands press against his chest gently, pushing him to the side. The younger rolled off his bed, landing on the air mattress that was laying on the ground (Mark's usual sleeping area).

"You're sleeping there tonight." Mark plainly stated, tucking himself under his best friend's covers once again and rolling over to face away from him.

Donghyuck heaved a long, drawn out sigh before laying down, throwing his arm over his eyes. Once he heard Mark's steady breathing and snores, he lifted himself from the reclined position and crawled over to his dresser.

Sliding open the drawer, his fingers dug around for that specific journal. He got it into his grasp, then he reached over to his desk, grabbing a pencil. He plopped onto the air mattress, flipping to a free page in the diary and began spilling his thoughts into the blank space.

January 1

My parents went out to a fancy party, leaving Mark and I in the house alone. We challenged each other to a 'who can chug down champagne the fastest' competition and I won, as expected. But it wasn't a good idea because a few minutes later we vomited our guts out and it was horrible.

We went up to my room and Mark threw himself onto my bed and refused to leave it. I tried to pull him off (it didn't work) so I ended up tackling him. But we ended up in a very awkward position, like I was literally laying on top of him.

I stared at those pretty lips of his, wanting nothing else but to kiss them. But I pussied out and he pushed me off the bed and now I'm sleeping on his air mattress.

Damn, I wish I kissed him right then and there.