𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
What would you do if you find a child at your door? Donghyuck would definitely take full responsibility. Well, how about finding out that the child is actually your boss' son?
𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:
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"Mark?"
Hearing his name from a muffled voice caused him to groan in pain, twisting and turning his body on the mattress he's laying on.
"Ahh! This is crazy." The same voice began to complain, the words being loud and clear this time around. "Should've let Lucas handle this. This would have fixed their fucking friendship!"
A mention of a certain name and a personal problem caught Mark's full attention. This drove away his drowsiness and his desire to get more rest. With the plan of ignoring the person and still having his eyes closed, Mark began counting sheeps in hopes to doze back off to sleep. He could remember his head hurting like a brick being thrown at him.
The last thing he could also remember was initiating to talk to Lucas before losing his balance and passing out.
Looking back at it, Mark shot his eyes wide open immediately at the thought of dropping down unconscious— in front of everyone.
Yes. That was his main concern. He wasn't worried that he was sick. He was reflecting on how embarrassing it was to lose consciousness in front of everyone who had to witness it.
"Mark?"
Breathing heavily, Mark positioned himself to a supine position to stare up to the ceiling. He was already wide awake, embarrassment taking over his own nervous system.
"Hey..." The muffled voice that kept on calling him in his sleep once more made an attempt to grab his attention.
Mark slowly turned his head towards the voice's direction, catching a sight of an ethereal, sun-kissed prince— how exaggerated. Mark began to shake his head aggressively at the thoughts he was having. Was this the side effect of being sick? Is he high on medication?
"Are you okay? Does your head still hurt?" Oh, if only Donghyuck knew what was going on inside this person's head.
If he knew that Mark just called him pretty in so many ways, a wedding would be held immediately, right at this very second. Everyone is invited.
"No..." Mark clamped his eyes shut. He was getting his shit together. "I'm okay."
"Listen, uhh..." Putting down the rolled face towel that he used to put on top of his boss' forehead, Donghyuck rubbed his nape, looking puzzled as to how he'll explain it to him.
Taking this couple of seconds of letting him find the words to say, Mark scanned his eyes on the room he was staying in. The moment he saw how small it was, he immediately knew it wasn't his room.
"You're in my apartment." Donghyuck explained, looking for a reason why he thought this was the best place to come over. "Mr. Wong was kind enough to drive us over here and he helped me bring you to my room."
