What if...? || Markhyuck

-50-

[february 2021]

[minhyung]

When I opened eyes in the morning, it was already bright outside. Still, I didn't wake up thanks to the alarm clock. I was awakened by something wet, like timid rain that had yet to evolve.

Rain inside the apartment?

Overwhelmed by the remnants of a sleepy state and numbness, I tried to wipe the unpleasant drops off face but found myself unable to do so. And in this way I was violently brought back to reality because it turned out that my hands are simply tied. I made an attempt to jump out of bed but was brought back in previous place very quickly when it occured that my wrists were tightly attached to the bed frame above head with one of my fucking ties.

"What a pleasant rise and shine. Any sweet dreams, honey?" I heard Hyuck's sweet voice coming from the living room direction. I leaned out as much as I could and saw a boy standing at the foot of the bed with a glass of water.

"Why am I tied up, Donghyuck?" I asked, writing in my head all sorts of silly scenarios ranging from strange and unusual foreplay to unexpected betrayal with death as inevitable cause. I swallowed as the boy stepped closer, to find he was wearing absolutely nothing but my white shirt under which he was completely naked. When our eyes met, the brunet smirked and put a glass of water on the table much louder than it should have been done.

"I thought you wanted a striptease yesterday?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow seductively, then ran thumb over my bottom lip.

"Oh no, you won't do this to me," I shook head in panic, tugging wrists. It made no sense. When Donghyuck was already doing something, he was doing it perfectly. No place for mistakes.

"I just want your meeting to go well, Mark," he said in wife's concerned voice, then began to slowly unbutton shirt. "You wanted that too. What changed, baby?" he reminded me with a smile, revealing completely naked body. I stared at the ceiling immediately, slowly counting sheeps in head to soothe mind.

"Hyuck. I'm begging you," I articulated very clearly, trying to stop with the strength of mind what was dangerously approaching my crotch in a wave of unplanned quiver of arousal.

"Are you begging?" he laughed incredulously. "It's exciting," said amused, tossing something on the sheets near my feet. I was starting to literally fear what he would do with me.

"Donghyuck," tried to reason with him again. But only with a voice. My eyes were still closed because one look at his body would be the end of me. Avoiding this kind of seduction on Hyuck's part was a self-care on mine.

"Start respecting ass that pleases you, Minhyung," he suddenly said, tapping my thigh with phone strongly. Teasing part probably came to an end. He has entered a phase of being a serious lecturer. "I'll cure you of stupid jokes once and for good," he muttered under breath and then music started streaming from the speakers. When I realized this was Katy Perry's Bon Appétit, I knew I was fucked. I knew that I was most likely going to die today of my over-blocked orgasm and internal overflow of sperm into brain. The revenging Hyuck knew no mercy. It was absolutely the darkest and most terrifying side of his personality.

"You won't make me the bottom," I said in horror, finally looking at him. Hyuck just smirked in response and started turning up the music. I began to laugh in disbelief and to pull on the bed frame with tremendous force. I'd rather smash it than let this kid drive me crazy. "Lee Donghyuck!" I screamed, on the verge of hysterical crying, when the brunet walked slowly onto the bed and stood astride over my head. For God's sake, no panties, I sobbed in head, closing eyes. "Fuuuuck!"