Bro Zone // markhyuck

nine

Mark's eyes fluttered open, the sunlight full on greeting his pupils a good morning. He groaned, shutting his burning eyes tightly, an intense pain throbbing behind his temples.

He adjusted his head, nose bumping into something. He opened his eyes slightly again and was met with the bare back of Donghyuck.

Blinking, Mark realized he was in his own bed and the position they were in. His best friend's body was pressed up against his chest, Mark's arms thrown around the younger's waist.

The older's breath hitched as he took one of his arms off the sleeping boy and patted around his thigh area, relief washing over him when he felt fabric under his palms. He did the same to Donghyuck, and thank god both of their pants were still intacted.

Only their shirts were off.

Mark immediately jolted out of the bed when he felt a sharp pain in his abdominal area and stumbled to the bathroom as fast as he could. Emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet, he pushed his hair off his forehead as he leaned his cheek against the brim of the toilet bowl.

When he finally had the strength to get up, he used the wall for assistance and got onto shaky legs, dizziness taking over his vision.

He looked at himself in the mirror - to be honest, he looked like complete shit. But one thing caught his eye, specifically his neck and shoulder area.

Hickeys littered the skin from his ear, all the way across his collarbones, several scattered across his chest and shoulders.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, fingertips brushing over the love bites.

He was in denial of if Donghyuck had done this to him or not.

Exiting the bathroom, Mark found his best friend awake, sitting up in the bed while rubbing his eyes. He halted in his tracks when he saw bruises and red marks on Donghyuck's neck and collarbones as well.

He swallowed, subconsciously blushing at the possibility of him being the one who had done that. The younger's fluffy, honey hair fell over his eyes, his lips formed into a small pout, lower lip sticking out.

Mark's heart skipped a beat for a reason he couldn't identify.

"I feel like shit." Donghyuck groaned, hand dropping from his eyes.

"I'm gonna go get pain meds." Mark told the other, voice raspy as he trotted over to his closet. He slipped on a hoodie, tugging the hood over his head, the fabric somewhat concealing his neck.

It was a long and tiring journey downstairs, the older clinging to the railing for support the whole way down. He went into the kitchen, swinging open the cabinet and gripping the bottle of Advil.

The male got some water and downed those pills, then refilled the same glass, intending to bring that and the medication upstairs before he was interrupted by a female voice.

"Mark!"

The boy turned his head and suddenly stiffened when he saw his mother standing a few feet away from him.

"What the hell happened?" she folded her arms, tapping the ball of her foot against the tile. "Weren't you suppose to be at the dance?"

Mark's eyes darted down, knowing he couldn't deny the fact of hanging around somewhere he wasn't supposed to.

"Renjun arrived here, at fucking two in the morning or something, to drop you and Donghyuck off. You guys were completely wasted." she raised her eyebrows.

"Um..." the male's grip tightened around the bottle of pills.

"And, oh, were those hickeys on your neck?" she added.

'Fuck' Mark mentally cursed, lips slightly parting at the question. Knowing he couldn't escape, he heaved out a heavy sigh.

"It was just some girl." he smoothly replied, heart clenching at his response. But for real, was he going to expose his gay ass to his mom? He was immediately assuming it was a male - specifically Donghyuck for some reason?

"Seriously Mark, you have four months left of high school, get through that shit, and don't play around. Don't turn into your brother."

Her son nodded his head rapidly, lips pressed into a firm line.

"Sorry mom. I promise it won't happen again." he said, avoiding eye contact with his mother's irritated gaze.

"This better not be an empty promise Mark." she shook her head, letting out a sigh. "There's canned soup in the pantry if you guys wanna eat that. It'll help with your hangovers." she snatched her keys off the counter, slipping on her flats and leaving the house.

Sighing, Mark took the meds and water upstairs.

"Here." he gave the glass to Donghyuck, dropping the pills into his palm. The tanned boy took the meds, as well as chugging all of the water.

"Thanks." he murmured, placing the empty cup on Mark's nightstand.

Mark plopped next to his shirtless best friend, getting a closer look at the hickeys. They were scattered across his beautiful tanned skin.

"Do you remember last night?" his eyes lifted from his best friend's upper body.

Cocking his head to the side, Donghyuck furrowed his eyebrows, a puzzled gaze plastered on his face.

"Not really." he replied, closing his eyes.

The older heaved a sigh, turning his head.

"Welp, we both have hickeys." he remarked.

"Yeah." the younger agreed quietly, a crimson color rising onto his cheeks. "Can you get me a shirt or something? It's fucking freezing." he complained after a few moments.

"Oh." Mark blinked, realizing it was most likely snowing outside. He got up and grabbed a random hoodie from his closet and threw it at his best friend.

He slipped it on quickly before falling back down on the bed. The older laid next to him, both boys staring up at the ceiling.

"Mark?" Donghyuck called, turning his head to look at the latter.

"Mhm?"

"Did we give each other the hickeys?"

Mark swallowed, inhaling sharply at the question.

"I don't know." he honestly responded.
Though his mind was low key hoping the answer was yes.