“HYUCK, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Are you that desperate that you’ll feed every dog at your doorstep?” Mark said as he couldn’t keep it in anymore. He felt like he could break a bedpost as he watched DongHyuck break into a smirk. “Why do you care, Markie? Feeling Jealous? Want me all to yourself?” DongHyuck said as he kept taking steps towards Mark as he crowded him until Mark staggered and fell back onto his bed, instantly sitting back up to hold eye contact with DongHyuck as he moved to put his legs on either side of Mark’s waist and situated himself on his lap, his arms snaking around Mark’s neck. Right now Mark thinks he must’ve drunk something accidently and he was probably still in the Great Hall, too chicken to speak to DongHyuck.

“So what do you say, Markie?”