Guilty Parties [ NoRenMin ] | ✓

- Forty -

Donghyuck couldn't find Mark, and he swore he looked everywhere.

He didn't start this 'training,' did he?

Shaking his head, he headed to the dining room, thinking he might be there to just think over some things. That's what the older boy would usually do when he's introduced to a new topic.

Maybe this plan has him thinking the same way?

He frowned when he reached the door frame of the dining room, only to find it empty.

Just the large round table, and the sunlight that seemed to shine intricate figures on the table.

Sighing, he walked further in the room, sitting in the nearest chair.

Resting his chin in his hand, he tried to think of where the older boy could possibly be.

Faintly, a 'clink' sounded, making Donghyuck cock his head at the sound.

Another muted 'clink' sounded, followed by several more. There was also a muted slosh of water, and it finally hit the younger.

Laughing to himself, he couldn't help but remember.

He's actually doing the dishes.

Laughing softly to himself, he got up and walked to the closed door the connected the dining area and the kitchen.

He couldn't help but stifle his laughter as he went to open the connecting door, before opening it slightly, and peeking through the light space he created himself.

He smiled softly at the older boy, who somehow managed to get soap subs on his nose, furiously washing the dishes.

Donghyuck slipped through the opening after making the door open more, and hid from Mark's sight, and continued to sneak into the kitchen.

The older had noticed the door open, and the familiar auburn-orangish hair, but pretended to notice nothing. But nothing could stop the small smile that rose on his lips at the sight of the younger boy trying to be mischievous.

Donghyuck was still creeping in the kitchen, trying to find the ideal spot to attack.

He finally made his way to that spot, and quickly pounced on the older boy, shaking his shoulders.

Mark was a little startled, not expecting to wait so long for the actual attack, and a dish slipped from his hand, but safely into the water.

"Oh god!" Mark said, feigning surprise with his hand.

Donghyuck pouted, before wiping the suds that still remained on the older's nose.

Mark smiled, before turning back around to continue his chore.

Donghyuck whined, before wrapping his arms around Mark's waist, back hugging him as he did the dishes. He could feel the muscles moving underneath his cheek as the older moved, relishing in the warmth of Mark.

Mark couldn't help but to grin, enjoying the silence of the kitchen and the warmth of Donghyuck's hold.

Reluctantly, Donghyuck let go, before peeking into Mark's peripheral vision, smiling brightly once more at the older.

"Want me to help?"

Mark answered with scooping a little bit of bubbles on his and playfully placing in onto Donghyuck's nose.

...

When Taeyong had said 'training' everyone thought of the actual physical training, and that they were going to start that day.