Bro Zone // markhyuck

eight

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i squealed a little too hard

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"What the fuck?" Donghyuck sneered, eyes landing on the neon colored sign outside of a brick building.

"Jeno, what the hell you're not even eighteen-"

"Guys," Jeno interrupted the two best friends who were protesting. "just one night."

Donghyuck shot a look at Mark, asking for approval for the both of them. All the older did was nod once.

Sighing, Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders and got out of the car, the cold air engulfing him. They met up with Jaemin in the alleyway Jeno was leading the pair down, the caramel haired slipping out a bobby pin from his pocket and started to pick the lock of the back door.

"Jisung, are you seriously going in there?" Mark asked worriedly, his eyes shifting to the youngest.

"Yes, I am Mark. Just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean I'm a baby." he replied, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against Chenle.

Donghyuck blinked, he has never witnessed this rebellious side of Jisung's behavior before.

"Hey wait, where's Renjun?" Chenle curiously asked.

"He went to the restaurant down the street. He doesn't wanna be involved in this." Jaemin simply answered, continuing to toy around with the lock.

After what seemed like an hour, Jaemin finally got the door open, the music flooding into the silent air outside.

The teens slipped in and Donghyuck's breath hitched - first of all, five out of six of them were still minors so they're sneaking in illegally, second, the smell of sweat and alcohol was so strong it was burning his nostrils, and third, the visuals. God, the boy had seen club scenes in movies, but now it was happening right in front of his eyes. The sight of wasted people grinding and dancing on each other, the flashing lights and intoxicated atmosphere surrounding him.

Fingers laced with the dazed male's, his body immediately stiffening as he turned to the side.

Mark glanced at him, the grip on his hand becoming tighter, firmer. Donghyuck pressed his lips together as he stared at his best friend, who also seemed to be as terrified as him.

"Never separate from me, okay?" the older said against the younger's ear.

"Okay." he agreed.

Mark led him through the crowd of drunkards and they stopped right in front of the bar.

"Two tequila shots please." he ordered, leaning his elbow against the counter.

"Mark, what are you doing?" Donghyuck hissed, nerves settling at the bottom of his stomach.

Mark turned towards his puzzled best friend, releasing their hands.

"This is our first drinks, right?" he asked lowly.

"Um, yeah?" the younger arched an eyebrow.

The tiny glasses were set in front of them.

"I've always wanted to share my first drink with you." Mark took one of the glasses, holding it up, implying he wanted to say cheers. "Let's enjoy tonight."

Heaving a deep sigh, Donghyuck grabbed the other glass and bumped the brim with the older's shot. He brought it up to his lips, the liquid practically burning his mouth and throat, a bitter taste arising on his taste buds.

The tanned boy made a sour expression as he placed the glass down (which was now empty), shaking his head.

He immediately regretted his decision.

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Donghyuck drowned his fourth shot, slamming the tiny glass onto the counter. His head whipped around to Mark (who was sitting beside him), his hazy eyes raking over the other's frame.

Don't get me wrong - Mark looked incredibly hot. Dirty blond hair pushed back in an attractive manner, tie half loosened, his lips glossy from the alcohol.

Oh my lord, Donghyuck wanted to devour this boy.

"Mark," the younger turned in his seat, facing the other.

"Donghyuck." he slurred back in response. He grabbed Donghyuck's wrist, slipping off his seat while tugging the other with him.

"Wher are weh goin'?" the tanned boy asked, slugging through the crowd (while bumping into strangers and stumbling over his feet multiple times) as the older's grip never loosened from his arm.

Donghyuck's back hit the wall, Mark trapping the boy between his arms.

"Donghyuck," his hot breath brushed against the latter's ear, sending shivers down his back. His hands unconsciously tangled into Mark's soft hair, their faces merely inches away.

Their half lidded eyes bore into each others, gazes taken over by desire. With no rationality, no second thoughts, their lips crashed together, the kiss sloppy at first and noses bumping, since they were both very inexperienced.

Mark groaned, taking hold of Donghyuck's wrists and pinning them against the wall, pressing their bodies closer together. The intoxicated teens were lost in a trance, though they were drunk, everything about this was hypnotizing. They wanted each other - so fucking badly.

The older licked Donghyuck's lip, asking for permission to enter. The younger complied, moaning softly into Mark's mouth as his tongue explored his cavern. Donghyuck's hands trailed down the latter's toned back, eventually landing on his ass, straight up groping one of the cheeks.

Moaning at the feeling, Mark leaned more into the kiss, pushing his best friend further against the wall, hands trailing down the tanned male's arms and chest.

All forms of sense were completely thrown out the window as the older boy attached his lips to Donghyuck's neck, sucking and biting into the soft flesh. The younger gripped the other's hair tighter, melting into the sensation, shutting his eyes and leaning his head against the wall.

They forgot about their surroundings, the sound of the loud music and other drunkards drowning from their ears. Just lost in their own world, namely that world being each other.

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*opens google* how to be a wall