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Mark thumbs through the comments, scanning through the words in different languages, trying to find something constructive to work with.
Most of them were usually questions like asking them to speak a particular language, about other members or the occasional song request.
It’s only when his eyes pause at a particular comment that his eyebrows raise and finger pauses in its scrolling. He reclines in his chair, supporting the guitar against his chest loosely as he bumps Donghyuck’s shoulder gently.
He puts the phone between them, for Donghyuck to read the comment that his thumb remained at.
”Haechan hyung, I like you more than my mum and dad.”
Donghyuck raises an eyebrow once he finishes reading the question and looks at the camera. Mark brings the phone back to himself.
“Everyone, you shouldn’t say that, your parents should be more important than us.” Mark chastises gently.
“No, isn’t that from Nevertheless?” Donghyuck asks, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean you like me?”
He laughs, and then points finger guns at the camera, winking as he did so. Mark feels a flutter in his chest, but tamps it down quickly with the heel of his foot.
“It’s from a drama?” Mark asks, because he doesn’t have the best knowledge on korean dramas.
“Yeah, a confession scene.” Donghyuck hums. He turns back to the camera, brushing his hair from his eyes and tilting his head. “It means that you like me, right? Does that mean I’m your favourite person in the world? Thank you, I like you too.”
He laughs again, falling backwards in the chair as Mark’s eyes trail after his figure. Slowly, reaching a hand out, he brushes his knuckles against Donghyuck’s cheeks.
“Cute,” Mark whispers, perhaps too soft for the cameras to pick up but Donghyuck hears, and he promptly pressed his lips together in delight, sparing a glance at Mark.
“Should we continue?” Donghyuck asks, louder than Mark had, just to break the moment. They were on broadcast after all.
Mark ignores the tingling in his chest and nods, picking up his guitar once more and fixing his fingers on the strings.
He places the phone back on the table in front of them, just as Donghyuck starts humming a song quietly underneath his breath.
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Mark pushes Donghyuck down onto the bed, his arms caging Donghyuck between his body and the mattress. Leaning down, he plants a kiss on Donghyuck’s lips.
The younger squirms below him. “What?”
Mark presses his lips together.
“What was the confession scene about?” He asks, left hand brushing Donghyuck’s hair gently.
“Huh?”
“The confession scene,” Mark repeats. Donghyuck scrunches up his nose and furrows his eyebrows before his features spring back upwards, realisation evident in the way his eyes grow wide.
And then, a slow smile takes over his features.
“Why?” Donghyuck asks, a teasing tone strung to his voice.
“Because,” Mark says but does not continue. He averts his eyes.
“I didn’t watch the drama much, just saw snippets.” Donghyuck says as his fingers curl around Mark’s wrist. “Why?”
Mark huffs at the repeated question, ready to pull off of Donghyuck but the younger grabs onto both his wrists, his grin growing wider. “Why?”
Mark groans, finally lowering himself towards Donghyuck until they were chest to chest. Donghyuck unwraps his grip on his wrist to relocate his hands to be placed behind his back. Mark props himself up on his elbows.
“I like you a lot too,” Mark says quietly.
“Uh huh,” Donghyuck nods, clearly amused.
“I can’t promise you I like you more than my mum and dad but it’s different with you,” Mark pouts, playing with the strands of hair on Donghyuck’s head.
“And you felt the need to tell me this because?” Donghyuck asks. Mark looks away, refusing to answer even as he feels the heat rising in his cheeks. “You’re jealous of a comment.”
Mark pushes away from Donghyuck for real this time, but his boyfriend only tugs him closer, cackling underneath him.
“I’m right,” Donghyuck laughs, rolling over until they’re side by side. He grins at Mark. “You were, weren’t you?”
“Shut up,” Mark pushes at him. “Was not.”
“Then what was that about?” Donghyuck asks before Mark sighs and pulls Donghyuck closer by the waist.
“Fine,” Mark grumbles. “Maybe, a little.”
Donghyuck laughs, wrapping his arms around Mark and snuggling closer to his chest. “Cute.”
Mark rolls his eyes.
“But you don’t have to worry your little head off,” Donghyuck hums. “I’ll still like you the most, even if you don’t like me more than your parents.”
Mark groans and pushes Donghyuck off of him one last time, but the younger only cackles and pulls himself closer.
“You?” Donghyuck asks when Mark stops attempting to throw him off the bed. Mark purses his lips and considers not answering Donghyuck out of spite.
But he concedes anyway, because resisting Donghyuck is difficult.
“I like you too,” Mark buries his face into Donghyuck’s hair. “Even if you’re annoying.”
Donghyuck snorts but his arms tighten around Mark’s waist. “Lame.”