Head Down

◤eighteen◢

"That's actually incest."

Donghyuck laughs, all loud and nasally and somewhat pretty. With his head thrown back and eyes scrunched up.

"No it isn't."

Okay.

Mark knew that people from small towns had clouded judgement and perspectives, but honestly, this wasn't Alabama. Shouldn't Donghyuck know at least that?

"Donghyuck—"

"It was before my father remarried, you bimbo," the younger sighs, rolling his eyes at the other. "I'm not that insane."

Mark's lips quirk up at those words.

"Just a bit insane?" He asks, bumping shoulders with the younger. Mark doesn't know what has been taking over him lately, why he's been feeling so comfortable and at ease with Donghyuck.

He finds himself constantly reminding himself that Donghyuck is someone he doesn't know well, he's different on the inside, he's the principal's son and he has some privileges. He also has some secrets, and Mark knows that Donghyuck isn't as nice as he's being right now.

Donghyuck is more than the sunshine boy he portrays himself to be at school.

His home life is broken, his father is divorced and his step brother is his ex-boyfriend.

Donghyuck is interesting, and Mark finds himself wanting to uncover more about his character.

He knows it won't be easy, but perhaps the fact that Mark has a few of his own secrets will make the exchange for knowledge easier.

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"Do you think that Mark and Donghyuck will ever get along?" Jaemin questions, lifting his head off of Jeno's shoulder. "All I know that Mark doesn't hate him anymore."

"No," Jeno answers honestly, almost sneering his response. "And I hope they never do."

"Hey," the younger chastises softly. "Mark is still my friend."

"I know," Jeno grumbles, tightening has grip around the other's shoulders. "I just wish he wasn't. Shouldn't have covered for him that day." He reminisces, back to the first day of school.

"You would've ended me if it weren't for Mark hyung, y'know?" Jaemin supplies, smiling softly at the memory. "Would you have hurt me, Nono?"

Jeno's expression remains stoic, as it always is. Jaemin doesn't see it change often, but he knows that when it does, he's one of the only few people on Earth who get to be blessed by the sight.

"Don't ask me those kinds of questions, Jaemin." He says quietly. "I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't gone soft for you," he admits, trying to ignore the way he feels heat crawl up his neck.

"Soft for me?" The younger teases, raising a flirtatious eyebrow. "I like that, Nono."

Jeno simply grumbles, putting Jaemin into a playful chokehold.

"Don't forget who you're talking to Nana. I'm the moon."

What Jeno means by that, Jaemin doesn't know. He doesn't dwell on it for long though, succumbing to the happiness he feels when he's simply around the slightly older boy.

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"I am not going home with you Donghyuck!" Mark iterates, probably for the hundredth time. The younger was stubborn through, and wouldn't change his mind about this. He had asked if Mark wanted to spend some time with him, but that wasn't problem. As shocking as it is for Mark to admit it to himself, he wouldn't mind hanging out and spending more time with Donghyuck. The only issue is that the younger had asked if Mark wanted to hang out at his house.

Last time Mark checked, Jeno hated him, Youngho didn't particularly like him, and he didn't even know Jeno's mother. He points these things out to Donghyuck, who simply replies the way only he would.

"I don't care!" Donghyuck whines, grabbing onto Mark's wrist with both of his hands. "But don't make me go home alone, you prick. I'm still mad at Jeno."

"Just hide in your room. Lock the door or something."

Donghyuck looks at him with a deadpan expression on his face.

"I don't have a lock. And father won't leave me alone if I ignore him." He continues, giving Mark his best puppy dog eyes. "Come on, city boy. I know you want to~" Donghyuck taunts, holding onto Mark's hands.

"Just because we're kind of acquainted doesn't mean you can do this to me," the elder accuses, only receiving a blinding smile in return. Did he expect anything else though? "I don't need to listen to you. You're younger than me."

Smirking, Donghyuck steps closer to Mark, close enough so that if he dared move another inch forward, their breath would be mingling. He bats his lashes at Mark, shining his pearly whites for extra effect.

"You don't have to, no. But you will. Because right now, you think I look pretty. And you, Mr. Mark Lee, don't actually want me, pretty little Lee Donghyuck, to go home alone, when I'm mad at everyone I live with. Am I mistaken, Mark?"

Mark doesn't say anything, neither does he do anything. He just stares at the younger, starting with his eyelids dusted in a golden shimmer. False lashes are next, extending boldly, which then leads his eyes to Donghyuck's perfectly sculpted eyebrows. His cheeks are a peachy pink, nose and cheekbones sparkling with the aid of his highlighter. His forest green sweater is tucked fashionably into a mid-thigh denim skirt, solid white platform sneakers tying the entire look together.

Donghyuck is ridiculous.

Ridiculously pretty, ridiculously adorable and ridiculously smart.

Because no, Mark wasn't going to let Donghyuck go home alone when he was mad at everyone he lived with.

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