Lee Donghyuck | Haechan

“When we kiss—“ “Hold up,” Hao frowns. “‘When’? Why would we kiss?” Hanbin blinks. “Because couples kiss all the time? Wouldn’t it be suspicious for Taerae to never see us kiss?” By the heavens, the kid’s got a point. Smart boy. “Okay, sure. If—” “When.” “—we kiss, we should probably save it as a last resort. Like, a make it or break it type of situation where Taerae and Matthew are really suspicious of us.” For some reason, Hanbin doesn’t seem too pleased by that idea, his mouth puckered in a sad little pout. Why he would be sad though, is beyond Hao. “What was your question?” Hao prompts, tempted to reach over and smooth the furrow of Hanbin’s knit brow with his fingers. Like magic, Hanbin perks up and his eyes glitter with the glory of a sky full of stars. “Can I use tongue?” Or, Hao lies to his best friend that he has a boyfriend. Thankfully Sung Hanbin is more than happy to go along with the charade, but why are his eyes so damn sparkly, why is he so warm all the time, and why does he keep asking if they can kiss with tongue?

In his brain, it goes like this: everything Mark just said + them holding hands right now + Mark looking like he wants to jump off a plane + the out of place offense at Donghyuck not taking his offer seriously + him sitting here, with Donghyuck, not even watching the movie that was probably very loudly distracting him from completing his time-sensitive essay = the second epiphany. Donghyuck's eyes widen. “Oh my god. You’re totally in love with me.”

Mark is obsessed with fucking Donghyuck raw. Like, genuinely. He’s not kidding. They dropped the condoms six months ago after they went for their stupid yearly SM-mandated checkup, and Mark had shown up on his doorstep that night with an excited smile, waving a piece of paper in Donghyuck’s face. Mark was the one to ask for it, his cheeks flaming but his voice firm, smile wide and assured, and Donghyuck was the one to give in, like always. Donghyuck just can't quite figure out why.