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For what seems to be the third time in the last several hours, Donghyuck sighs.
Except for the endless clicking of Mark's keyboard and Donhyuck's occasionally muted curses, whenever he loses a Mario Kart round - which Mark filters out - it has been comfortably silent.
Donghyuck is mindlessly bored. Usually after a bad day in class, he would return to the dorm, not caring if Mark was present or not, and just plummet down on Mark's bed while screaming into Mark's pillow. Mark, who is usually home when Donghyuck arrives back, immediately comprehends this behavior, plops down on the bed, dragging Donghyuck’s body into his, and squeezes him tightly enough to ease Donghyuck's concerns and frustrations.
After a hard day, he normally drifts off to sleep in Mark's arms. today, however. Donghyuck didn’t get the arms wrapped around him or the comforting whispers. Mark's grade for the year is determined by an important essay. For the past week, Mark's fingers have spent more time typing away on his keyboard than locking in with Donghyuck to sleep.
He can't nap without Mark, which is why he is dissatisfied and bored of winning Mario Kart.
Fortunately, Donghyuck is aware that Mark has completed the first draft of his essay and simply has to revise it before it is complete. That is the only reason he does what he does next. But, honestly, what better way to relieve his boredom than to irritate Mark to a level where he has to pay attention to Donghyuck?
Donghyuck sighs loudly, drawing his breath out, and whines high at the end for added effect.
Donghyuck finally hears the irritating clicking sound stop, secretly glaring at the keyboard. Take that stupid attention-stealer!
"What do you want, Donghyuck?" Mark eventually acknowledged him, his voice tinged with frustration at being distracted from his assignment, but Donghyuck can still sense the grin in his voice.
"I'm bored, Markie; please amuse me." Donghyuck demanded.
Mark lifts his attention from his laptop to cast an annoyed, crooked brow at Donghyuck.
Donghyuck appears small in Mark’s sweatshirt, with narrow shoulders where Mark’s broad shoulders usually fill. A sweater he physically snatched off mark himself, despite his surprised shrieks. He's currently seated on Mark's bed, his feet dangling over the edge. He looks so soft. Mark wants to burrito wrap him up in a blanket, and devour him.
"Okay, and how do I do that?" Mark asks.
Donghyuck simply grins in response: "20 questions."
"Really, hyuck?" We know everything about each other; how will that entertain you?"
"I’m going to ask questions I don't know the answers to." He rolled his eyes as though it were the most obvious answer.
Mark swings around in his chair, paying Donghyuck full attention.
"Okay, what's the first question, dude?" Mark easily agrees to participate in Donghyuck’s little game.
"When we first met, what was the first thing you noticed about me?" Donghyucks’ arms cross, giving Mark an observed expression.
They met for the first time in the library during Donghyuck's freshman year. It was way past midnight, but like any overachieving college student, Donghyuck studied at any moment he wasn't sobbing over life. Donghyuck could have sat at one of the few empty tables in the library; it wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty either. Instead, he chose to sit next to the cute boy he'd labeled "loner nerd" from the moment he first saw him. Donghyuck, on the other hand, knew better; the attractive lone nerd wasn't such a loner (albeit he was a nerd), he was one of the college's campus so called heartthrobs.
Most people were simply too shy to sit beside him, let alone speak to him. Donghyuck has always been confident, perhaps even overly so at times. so he has no trouble settling down on the chair next to the lone nerd.
"Hi, I’m Donghyuck; do you mind if I sit here?" Donghyuck asks, his cheeks on full display. "Don't worry, I'll be quiet," he says when the boy merely stares at him.
"Of course not," the boy says, shaking his head as though his mind has finally caught up with his thoughts. "I'm Mark, by the way." Mark introduces himself by extending his hand.
The next year, they became roommates.
"Your cheeks —the constellation of moles— the only thought I had was that I wanted to connect them."
Mark doesn't elaborate on how he wished to link them; instead, he simply grins at his words, as though recalling the first time they met.
Donghyuck's cheeks flushed, highlighting even more of his constellation. "Okay, moving on! "Which of my hair colors is your favorite?"
"Isn't this more of an interrogation if I don’t get to ask a question in return?" Donghyuck's tomato-like look makes Mark giggle.
"Just answer!"
"Easy, red," Mark blurted.
Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at the bluntness: "You've thought about that a lot, have you?"
"I just think —I think it suited you the best." Mark mumbles meekly, his gaze averted from
Donghyuck's face.
"Mhm okay." Donghyuck's head is tilted, a pout etched on his face, as he attempts to think of a new silly thing to ask. He exhales, his unreadable eyes gleaming.
"What do you find most attractive about me?"
Despite being a straightforward question, Mark stammers. What the hell should he say in response? Really, any response is valid since Donghyuck's physical attributes are all beautiful. Mark considers it while subconsciously tracing the lines of Donghyuck's body. Fully examining every detail about him. Donghyuck flushes under the attention—not the stare in itself but because Donghyuck, at his core, is always going to be starving for more. Finally, Mark's gaze travels from his thighs and settles on his face. Would it be inappropriate to tell your best friend, "Your thighs save lives, and I want to suffocate in them?"
Most likely, so Mark remarks, "Your lips, they are pretty."
"Then, kiss them."
The Mark Lee in Donghyuck’s mind reacts as typical; his face flushes a pretty pink, scoffing off Donghyuck’s silly attempt to get him flustered, like he always does. how a normal Mark Lee should react to Donghyuck’s flirting.
This mark Lee reacts with his bones screaming confidence in every way, tender eyes never leaving Donghyuck as he quickly shuffles his way to him, toes stopping right before the bed frame. His hand softly tilts Donghyuck’s chin up, his thumb padding lightly over the plumpness of his bottom lip, like an unspoken way to inform Donghyuck that if he wanted out of this, he could flee. Though Donghyuck has never been one to back down from a challenge, an overconfident Mark Lee won’t make him start now. He gives Mark his best sparkly eyes he can muster, and a cunning smile graces his face.
A silent way to urge Mark on.
Mark doesn't falter; instead, the corner of his mouth turns up and says, "If you ask nicely, I just might."
"Oh yeah?" Donghyuck purrs. In anticipation, he locks his bottom lip between his teeth and says, "Make me."
Mark's eyes get drawn to the action, and Donghyuck's lips are painted by the cherry-red lipstick he didn’t bother to remove when he arrived home. "You've never learned when to —" Mark uses his thumb to push Donghyuck's mouth open, and trying to emphasize his point, he digs his thumb into Donghyuck's tongue: "Shut up." His eyes glistened in mirth at the sound of Donghyuck’s sharp intake of breath.
"Really, hyuck, you're so easy to please."
They both know that wasn't true; Lee Donghyuck was infamously hard to please. For him, nothing is ever sufficient; everything is always too little. Nobody seems to be able to fulfill his cravings; they constantly back out when Donghyuck begs and pleads for more. It was only easy to mark because he desires donghyuck in every form. Mark wants to be the reason behind Donghyuck’s smile; he wants to kiss Donghyuck goodbye in the morning when he leaves for class. Mark wants to be Donghyuck’s safety net he can fall into when in times of need. He wants — needs — to take apart Donghyuck piece by piece, inch by inch, make him pliant under him, whisper praises into his mouth when Donghyuck begs to let go, and listen to every little helpless cry. He needs Donghyuck.
"Kiss me." His words get stuck between Mark's thumb: "Please— "
Mark doesn't allow him to finish, replacing his thumb with his lips and swallowing Donghyuck’s words with his mouth. His lips were soft and warm, perfectly fitting against Mark's. His mouth was even warmer, and Mark could faintly taste the sweet, like bubble gum-flavored candy Donghyuck was chewing on earlier. His arms were soon around Donghyuck’s waist, fingers dragging high across his ribs before sliding right back down. Donghyuck’s back arches; goosebumps erupt all over him, his body demanding more.
Donghyucks' hands find their way through Mark's long hair, tugging hard enough to make Mark break the kiss, hissing quietly.
"Only for you," Donghyuck whispers softly, looking down at Mark’s now red-stained mouth before surging forward to seal his words like a promise.