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"Why we've met before... Once upon a dream."
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Donghyuck woke up with a killer headache. Not a mere pounding, an actual hammering on the inside of his skull. He didn't even remember drinking, but then again, he didn't remember much of last night.
The only thing he remembered was Mark. Donghyuck bolted upright in the bed he was on, instantly regretting it when his head attacked him again.
He let out a low groan and held his hands over his ears.
"Here, you big baby," he felt the bed dip and pills dropped into his hands. He didn't care if they were drugs at this point, he swallowed them down like candy.
"Easy tiger," he heard Mark say as a hand gently threaded it's way through his fading hair. He leaned into the touch, somehow ending up on Marks shoulder.
"How do you feel?"
"Like absolute shit, Sherlock," Donghyuck mumbled, grabbing Marks arm and cuddling it like a pillow.
The older male let out a soft laugh. "Not your head, silly."
Donghyuck looked at him with confusion. Mark noticed his look and rolled his eyes.
"Try to stand up, I dare you." Mark smirked.
"Uh, my legs aren't broken Mark, that's not hard." Donghyuck was never one to back down from a challenge. He jumped from the bed onto the ground, just to prove his point, but immediately collapsed to the ground.
"What the fuck?"
"Hows your ass, sweetie?" Mark cooed down to him from atop the bed.
Donghyuck snarled. "Fuck you, Mark Lee."
"Well technically, I fucked you, but whatever you say." Mark moved away from the edge of the bed before Donghyuck's foot could come in contact with his face. He watched with amusement as Donghyuck tried to stand back up, failing miserably. After about five minutes, it was just getting sad, so Mark stood from the bed and scooped Donghyuck into his arms.
"No! Put me down! I almost had it, damnit." Donghyuck struggled in Marks grip.
"Princess, stop." Mark gently placed Donghyuck on a stool in the kitchen. Removing his hands from the boys waist and replacing them around his neck.
"Call me Princess one more time and I'll cut your dick off." Donghyuck glared at Mark like an angry toddler.
"Princess," Mark whispered softly, cutting off any of Donghyuck's threats with a chaste kiss.
"Ugh, fine. Make me food peasant." Donghyuck waved Mark away from him, using his nickname to his advantage. Mark dramatically bowed towards him before heading to his giant fridge.
"What do you want, love? It's already 4:36."
Donghyuck pretended to think, stroking his non-existent beard.
"Mark and cheese," he winked at the flustered boy.
