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Mark raised his hand, hitting Jeno's face on the way, and placed it on the temple of his head, groaning loudly to express his pain. Jeno, who was now awake thanks to Mark's excessively loud whines, got up and pushed Mark off his bed. Mark hit the floor, debating in his mind whether or not he should just sleep again, because although it was a Sunday and he had pretty much nothing to do, except maybe get dragged along to church with Jaemin, not that he minded, but after a whole night of drinking, sleep was on the top of his list.

"Oi," But Jeno had other plans. "You confessed your undying love for your beloved Donghyuck-ie!" Jeno threw his hands up, making gushy noises and trying to act cute. Mark, on the other hand, jumped up, regretting it as soon as he did so, since black spots appeared in his vision, before quickly scrambling towards the edge of the bed, grabbing Jeno's collar and breathing into his face.

"What?" Mark yelled, not aware that there were in fact people downstairs who were sleeping. "I did what? Why didn't you stop me? Was Donghyuck here? What did he say? Did he say he doesn't like me back? Oh my god, I got rejected whilst I was drunk isn't it-"

"Shut up," Jeno cried out, smacking his hand against Mark's lips and rolled his eyes. Mark was always a rambler. He could sit down and talk for hours and still not get annoyed by his own voice, mostly because it was so good, but also because he had the tendency to overthink things. Once Mark touched a guys butt by accident, and he ended up in the boys toilets, scared to face the guy because he didn't want anyone to think he was a sexual harasser. "You did it over phone, and you closed the call before he could reply to your confession...I'm not sure if he actually understood you though."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, now holding onto Jeno's hands and looking up at him with expectation. He knew Jeno was weak for his wide eyes. It was a thing between them. Whenever Mark would open his eyes wide and blink slowly, emphasising his attention, Jeno would crack and tell him whatever nonsense he wanted. For Jeno, however, whenever he would break into his closed eye smile, and flash his undeniably perfect teeth at Mark (which was basically all the time), he would immediately tell Jeno everything he knows. Maybe that was why Mark was known as a horrible secret keeper.

"He messaged me last night explaining how he thinks he hates you," Jeno explained, jerking his hands away from Marks and then showing him the text message he received. At first, Mark narrowed his eyes at the contact name, which was, "Hyuckie✧*✧*", but then changed his attention to the multiple messages Donghyuck had sent.

Hyuckie✧*✧*: yo, your weird ass friend, mark or whatever called me and said he loved me

Hyuckie✧*✧*: for the first time in forever

Hyuckie✧*✧*: and don't even make a frozen joke

Hyuckie✧*✧*: but seriously, for the first time, I felt something really weird in my heart

Hyuckie✧*✧*: like, the amount of anger I felt when he called me donghyuck-ie was CRAZY!

Hyuckie✧*✧*: so I thought about it and came to a conclusion...

Hyuckie✧*✧*: I hate Mark Jung

Hyuckie✧*✧*: *Kim

Hyuckie✧*✧*: shit wtf is his second name??? Lee??? if it is, I think I might hate him even more lmao

Mark frowned when he saw Donghyuck first say that he hated Mark, and then proceed to not even get his name right. Donghyuck didn't even know what Mark's name was, yet Mark knew everything about Donghyuck, not in the creepy way of course. Mark only knew about how Donghyuck always pursed his lips before doing something embarrassing, and how he always brought his right hand up to his mouth to hide his smile, and always had those cute little sweater paws covering half of his small hands- okay so maybe Mark did know too much, but who could blame the guy, Donghyuck was just too attractive to look away from.

"There are many reasons why I love you Donghyuck, and this sure is one," Mark mocked, holding his fingers up to quote Jeno, who hit Mark on his arm, complaining about how being drunk makes Jeno become all lovey, and then laughed as he realised that Mark was just being jealous, because he was talking to his crush who now hated him. "I didn't even do anything wrong!"

"Well," Jeno sighed, pushing the sheets off himself and stood up, stumbling to the side and gripped onto the bedside table for support. He turned to Mark and then let out a huff. "I don't know why Hyuck-ow!" Mark pinched Jeno's leg, receiving a cry, and then let Jeno continue. "Like I was saying, I don't know why Donghyuck hates you but now you got his number, so you could maybe clear the air with him? Talk to him about what happened?"

"You sure that's a good idea?" Mark asked, reaching over to pick his phone up and stare at his wallpaper, which by the way was definitely not Donghyuck, and then stood up, clutching onto his head. "Whatever, I'll deal with it once this stupid headache is gone...anyways where the fuck are we?"

The two glanced around the room in confusion, not sure where they were, since after they got drunk, Mark collapsed, and Jeno doesn't remember anything after he drank a random shot whilst carrying Mark around the house. They quickly picked their stuff up, which really was only their phones and shoes, which were thrown across the room, and then hurried to the door. A thought crossed Mark's head and he paused at the door. Jeno looked at him with annoyance and then asked what was wrong.

"This may sound weird but," Mark's ears lit up and he avoided meeting Jeno's eyes. "Both of us don't remember how we got here. There was no one else in the room. And our clothes and shoes were sprawled over the floor...Do you think we...?'

"Ew. I would never," Jeno scrunched his nose in disgust, before pushing past Mark to leave the room. Just before getting to the stairs, he glanced over his shoulders and the winked at Mark. "Unless you're willing to."

Mark replied with a fist, aimed directly for Jeno's face, but he already ran down, escaping through the open door, which wasn't exactly safe, or the first thing that they noticed, since there were "dead" (or extremely hungover) bodies all over the floor. The sight was disgusting, but the two ignored it and quickly rushed out of the house, eager to get home and relax. Well, maybe the relax part didn't count for Mark, as he happened to get a message from a certain silver haired boy as soon as he got home.