windows ↠ markhyuck ✓

⊞ xiii ⊞

"safety reasons" seemed rather concerning, but mark wasn't going to push it.

you guys aren't close like that, he reminded himself.

instead they did more school work. well, mark did. donghyuck just rolled around on the ground and complained about how dumb his physics teacher was.

mark had offered donghyuck the bed, saying he would just sleep on the floor.

donghyuck wasn't having it.

"rock paper scissors. whoever wins, sleeps on the floor." he stated instead.

donghyuck won.

"ha! i get the floor! now sleep in your bed because this is your room," he pushed mark until the blond fell back onto his bed.

"no way! what kind of host does that?" he grabbed donghyuck's wrist from where he was laying and attempted to pull himself up.

mark had been alive for eighteen years, and he had felt much embarrassment and regret in those eighteen years.

he didn't think anything would ever top this.

except maybe donghyuck, who— instead of helping mark up— had fallen forward, lying on top of him with his lips two inches from mark's own. not that mark would know that because he definitely was not looking at donghyuck's lips.

he knew this moment of having the brunet lying right on top of him was now forever engrained into his brain. the next step was to stop staring.

how do you look this good under shitty artificial lights?

donghyuck giggled at their situation.

mark decided he was in love.

"sorry." the brunet pushed himself off of the older, who quietly mourned the loss of him.

"no, that was... my fault. anyway, you're sleeping on the floor, and i will fight you if you say no."

"no." donghyuck teased.

holy shit, i'm so in love.