<this is like NOT proof read bc i'm about to fall asleep atm>
mark places his arms under the drunk boy's legs hauling him on his back without a groan.
"damn, he's light. does he eat?" mark mumbles, but he walks over to his apartment on the opposite side of where he found the boy. he tries to balance the boy with one arm, trying to type his passcode and open the door with the other hand. he pushes the door with his foot, then slams it with his foot to shut it.
the house was dark, since he didn't come in for a week because of his business trip, and the curtains were drew back. he walks through the darkness to his room, then drops the boy on his king sized big. donghyuck whines the moment his body meets the bed,
"are you my kidnapper?" he asks and mark laughs at him,
"so what if i am?" he retorts back and sits at his desk, unknotting the tie and throwing it on his desk. donghyuck starts laughing too, the situation he was in was so hilarious. i mean, the whole day was hilarious as if it was set up by someone. he slurs a bunch of incoherent words, his cheeks rosy
"your pretty handsome, yknow?" the younger slurrs, but it wasn't a lie. the boy infront of him was handsome- correction- very handsome that he doubts that someone like that lives beside him and he didn't realize. why was he flirting? he hits his forehead with his head,
"i was dumped and i'm flirting with you, how perfect," he laughs, resting his head on the bigger pillow and shutting his eyes, donghyuck's head hurt and it was thumping as if there were beats of music in his head.
mark just smiles in amusement, who was this boy who he decided to let sleep on his bed? how could he have never met him?
"i feel sticky, can you remove my shirt for me?" donghyuck whines, at his supposedly kidnapper. he really had the audacity to ask someone he didn't know to remove his shirt, but he couldn't care less because he wanted to remove the sticky feeling of alcohol clinging between his skin and sweater.
"sure," mark nods and he gets himself a wet towel, he lets donghyuck raise his arms and he removes the shirt for him. mark had to stop his urges from giving in, he internally slaps himself and tries not to stare too much at the younger's honey-like skin and toned stomach as he wipes the stickiness off him but, mark felt a bit of pity when he saw how paper thin donghyuck was. his body was much leaner and thinner than most of his friends and is arms were literally bones.
not able on letting the boy sleep shirtless on his bed, mark throws one of his spare shirts and the younger stares at it. "you make me wear it, i'm tired."
"god, it's just a shirt. you should be thankful i gave you one in the first place" mark scoffs, he sits across donghyuck and places the opening of the shirt on top of his head, he lets the younger wiggle his arms through the holes then fall into the comfort of the bed again.
"your bed is so nice," donghyuck whispers, he couldn't care if he was sleeping at the bed of someone he doesn't know, he didn't care if anything happens to him; heck, all he wanted at the moment is sleep, and the boy beside him gave him that.
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the moment donghyuck's eyes flutter open, he yells as he sees himself in clothes that aren't his and in a room that is surely not his or yukhei's.
oh, yukhei.
his head spun, and his ears rang again bringing the events of yesterday to memory with no stop; with no warning sign.
after all, it wasn't a dream and yukhei did dump him after all, what did he expect? someone like him to end up with someone like yukhei who was perfect and kind, that was a dream. he blank through the tears that come- one, two, and more. he reached with his hand of dry them off his cheeks and he stood up, making his eyesight black out and legs wobble. and once his tears halt, the boy runs his hands through his hair and absorbed the room's appearance.
whoever who owned the room was neat and rich at the same time, a peach colored couch sat next to the bed and across it was a desk which had a stack of books with a pen on top of them, plus a tie which was abandoned.
he walked out the room to the kitchen, to find the curtains drew open making all the sunlight make the room look like it's shining. the sound of the television was drowning in with the silence and the sound of cooking going on the kitchen.
someone with black hair, who was wearing a black sleeveless top with his back to donghyuck, was cooking something so comfortably as if there wasn't a stranger lurking in his house.
deciding on not bothering the boy, sits on the stool and causes it to screech a bit, he starts
"umm.." what should he say? did i sleep with you? i'm sorry for bothering you? there were too many questions for him to ask, and too many questions for the boy to ask too. who are you? and many more...
"good morning, i made eggs and i think i might've burnt them a little," the boy laughs a bit and his shoulders move up and down in movement.
"morning" donghyuck hums, "i'm donghyuck, who are you?"
donghyuck places his head on his arms which were on the counter comfortably,
"i'm mark," mark replies and he twists himself so he's facing donghyuck who stares at him in admiration, mark had tousled black hair and he wore a sleeveless top.
mark slides him the plate of burnt eggs and the - thank god - not burnt toasts with butter, and without wait both of them dig in so the toast doesn't get too cold.
"where's your house, by the way?" donghyuck asks between bites and mark just replies as his hands wrap around the remote to raise the volume of the tv show airing,
"i live across you, you forgot your pass code and you were drunk," mark laughs, his eyes crinkling, "why did you get drunk anyways?"
"i got dumped," donghyuck answers bitterly, biting the inside of his cheek when mark stares at him.
"by your girlfriend?" mark asks
"no, by my boyfriend who i dates for a year."
mark lets out a soft 'oh' and continues eating, so donghyuck was gay..hmm
why was donghyuck even telling this handsome neighbor this- his love life? why didn't he just say thank you and leave the house? it might because he would rip his head off if he doesn't tell anyone at the moment, is it? but, he had to thank his very handsome neighbor for letting him stay at his house, donghyuck confesses
"thank you, yknow? for letting me stay here, i would've ended up sleeping and starving infront of my door"
"you looked hilarious," mark comments and donghyuck flares up,
"fuck off"
as the conversations flow comfortably between them, mark finds himself helping donghyuck into more toast and him sitting at the couch with his legs crossed listening to donghyuck talk about how he moved in, the conversation somehow moved into donghyuck talking about his breakup.
mark noticed how donghyuck's eyes blurred a bit and how the heart-warning smile left his face the moment the topic was mentioned.
"th-thank you, ill get going now," donghyuck says as he looks at the clock on mark's peach colored walls. they lock eyes and mark smiles at donghyuck,
"it's whatever," mark waves it off, and somehow - i repeat SOMEHOW- donghyuck finds his heart beating erratically.
when donghyuck leaves through the door and mark waves at him, he shyly mumbles
"see you again"
see you again, maybe?
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wreck me; markhyuck
Fanfiction"never knew you were an author, doesn't suit you" mark joked. "never knew you were a doctor with such a flirty personality" donghyuck retorted.
