Markhyuck Oneshots

Let's Play a Game

All credit to the Twitter acc in the photo where I got the idea from.

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"Let's a play a game." The college student slurred. His eyes wide awake and his mind alert. Everyone, even in their drunken states of dilerium, could tell he was faking. He'd barely taken a sip of alchol despite the pressure of the environment, and they all wondered how someone older than them just hasn't even tried liquor and caved once.

This was the group's routine whenever they'd be at a party. Mark would pretend to be stomach-curling drunk while the actually drunk partakers didn't have the bearings to resist all the crazy shit he suggested.

Haechan watched the older boy wiggle in his cute 'wasted' manner and reassured himself that he wouldn't be friends with the lame boy if they hadn't been roommates. 

It was way too late and they'd all had too much to drink and Mark's voice started to pitter-patter on the neurons of their brains. "What do you wanna do now, Mark?" Haechan managed to say without burping, the absence of patience dripping from his tone.

"We should play gay chicken." Mark's enthusiasm remained, but his voice was softer, more embarrassed, bordering on shy. His cheeks became flushed like everyone else slumping almost lifelessly unto the bar. This change in his demeanour, was masked in the dark yet colourful florescent lights that failed to aid when it actually came to looking around the space.

"Nobody wants to play your fucki- -me." Jeno, the most alert after Haechan -and Mark of course- hiccuped at Mark's request.

Mark pouted.

Haechan felt it. Haechan felt his disappointment because this was the first time his game had ever been denied. He felt he needed to enjoy himself regardless of his trash alcohol tolerance and poor drink habits. If everyone got to drink, Mark wanted to play his games; that's the only way they'd be even.

Haechan announced to his dying friends. "As you guys can see, Mark's absolutely intoxicated, so I think it's time for us to go." He grabbed his roomate's wrist, dragging the sulking boy out of the party and paying for the taxi ride to their shared apartment.

"Mark, why are you so much to take care of even when you're not drunk?" Haechan was annoyed that he couldn't finish the night with his friends. With them, they always crashed and completely broke down before the ultimate climax of the night. But thanks to his roommate that was still sulking, but now on their couch, Haechan had to leave or he knew it'd continue for the rest of the night.

"I just wanted to play a game." His pout was audible. Haechan scoffed at the annoyingly cute sound of the brunette's voice.

"What game again? Something chicken?" Haechan plopped down into the cushions, adjacent to Mark; their knees brushing ever so slightly, but neither took notice to that.

"Gay chicken." His demeanour changed once again, gone unrecognized by Haechan under the dim light of the one burning lamp in their dorm. Why they only had only one source of light on, don't ask me.

"How do you play that....?" His interest peaking, his confusion bounding.

"It's where..." Mark was suddenly at a lost for words. His hand was stratching his neck, winding in his own hair. "Ummm...two stajfjf guys do things to each other that would generally be considered gay, just to see who will chicken first." He coughed out.

"Two what???"

"Two s...traiightt men." His voice faltered dramatically, doing the most to censor a normal word and dramatically failed in doing so.