Bro Zone // markhyuck

eleven

"Wait, so you were so turned on by his moan you had to masturbate in the bathroom?" Jaemin closed his eyes.

"Um-"

"You guys should of fucked right then and there! His parents weren't home!" the caramel haired cut off the other, his eyes flying open.

Mark huffed, a red color rising onto his cheeks.

"But no, you ran off like a panicked gay. Sigh." Jaemin shook his head in disappointment.

The older pressed his lips into a firm line, head hanging low at his action, which Jaemin dubbed as 'shameful'.

"Sex is great and all, but the fluffy stuff is nice too. Do you find him cute?" the younger teen leaned forward in Mark's desk chair.

"Sometimes?"

"Why did you answer me with a question?"

"I'm just really confused." Mark admitted, sighing to himself. "All these feelings are coming out of nowhere? Like he could literally just sit there with his fluffy hair over his eyes and my heart goes ba boom ba boom. Not to mention his pout, holy shit and his healing smile-"

"Damn Mark, you went from a romantic noob to a lovestruck school girl in a span of a week. I'm not complaining, I'm actually proud, I have taught you well so far." he piped, hands on his hips and holding his chest high in pride.

"But," the older bit his lip. "My parents."

"Honestly, fuck your parents and what they think. You're an adult, you can do what you want." the other ranted, his palm smacking on Mark's desk to further his opinion.

Mark sighed for the nth time during that conversation.

"Jaemin, it's not that easy." he blurted. "I'm not gifted with the most accepting parents. If I were to say fuck off and leave, they would stop funding my education."

"Well, shit." the other inhaled deeply. "You can't keep this a secret forever."

"I know." Mark agreed, picking at the fluffy blanket he was sitting on. "But look at my brother, they kicked him out when he was eighteen, and I don't even know where he is now." he bit his lip, avoiding eye contact with Jaemin.

Jaemin pressed his lips into a line, knowing it was a difficult subject for his friend to talk about.

"Don't worry Mark." he lifted himself from the chair, plopping onto the bed and placing his hand on the sadden male's shoulder. "We'll figure this out. And it'll hopefully be all okay."

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Mark turned his head towards the clock, which seemed to be ticking incredibly slow. He let out a disappointed sigh, whipping his head back around to stare at the teacher writing useless things on the board.

He raised his hand, politely excusing himself to the restroom, for the sole purpose of curing his boredom.

Entering the vandalized restroom, he went up to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He was drying his cheeks with a paper towel when a sound erupted from one of the stalls.

The boy's breath hitched - he slowly leaned down and peered at the small openings that lined the bottom of the stalls, finding two pairs of feet under one of them. It's not the first time he's witnessed something like this in his high school career, but a weird feeling spread through his body as the moans continued. And I mean, a very weird feeling.

Feelings specifically involving a certain someone.

It's just hormones, he reminded himself, slowly shuffling to the trash can to throw the paper towel away. He quickly ran back to the classroom, his heart beating rapidly in his chest for some reason.

He slipped into his seat, only to be greeted with a much bigger problem.

"Shit." he muttered, eyes landing on the visible bulge in his pants.

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this made me cringe lmao

btw nct 127 is gonna perform on jimmy kimmel and i sobbed for a straight 20 minutes