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Sometimes, with a push of a shoulder, a tug of a sleeve, Donghyuck wishes he could go back—go back to the times when the lines of their friendship were defined and well-guarded, when he didn’t have to think about the meaning behind each word, each glance, each touch that they shared. Because back then, all of those meant nothing at all. They’d laugh, cry, hug, and smile the way friends often do, friends and friends only. There was a clear distinction.
All push, no pull.
6 months, 26 weeks, 182 days: all that time spent rubbing the line of their quintessential friendship, coloring an image that passed beyond the edges of the page.
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Public Bookmark 444
Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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The story of Mark getting hard easily around Haechan and then eventually getting a girl to sleep with him only to be unable to keep it up.
— As requested on X by @Closed_Clown
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- Part 6 of Twitter prompt One shots
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Mark can barely make eye contact with Donghyuck, who’s face would be hilarious if Mark felt like laughing. “So, let me get this straight,” Donghyuck says slowly, “your mom has been under the impression that we’ve been dating for the last, oh, five or so years; you, given the chance to correct her, did not; and now, you are inviting me to attend your brother’s wedding as your plus one under the guise that we have been dating each other since high school.”
Well, when he puts it that way… “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
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Or, Mark and Donghyuck have been best friends forever, so close, in fact, that their parents have thought that they've been dating for years. Mark somehow accidentally on purpose ends up telling his mom that yes of course he's taking Donghyuck to his brother’s wedding. Now, he just has to figure out how act around Donghyuck without making it weird. Oh god, it's not weird, is it?
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He smiled and wondered, faintly, how many times he’d been in this exact position, staring at his childhood ceiling and smiling because Mark Lee had said something vaguely romantic.