Mark sat with him at lunch today. His friends gave him weird looks, but they were ignored as he joked with Donghyuck.
It had been a month since the football incident—Mark had brought sunflowers after a week of not speaking to the younger, he earned a peck on the lips for that—and they were getting somewhere. He hadn't come out yet or told anyone about Donghyuck, but he told the girls to stop hanging off of him and to stop staying at practice for him—that earned him a good ten-minute makeout session, no roaming hands allowed though.
"I'm going to take a shower when I get home from school today, you're welcome to join me," Donghyuck said as Mark took a sip of his juice.
Mark choked and Donghyuck laughed, slapping the table, "oh god your face!"
Wiping his mouth, Mark stared at Donghyuck, "are you being serious?"
"you've been a good boy; I think you've earned it." Mark burned bright red, Donghyuck chuckled. He leaned closer to Mark:
"Plus, I already know what you think about in the shower anyways. The only difference is that you get to touch this time."
Mark slammed his head into the table.
