Mark wondered if he would regret his decision exchanging numbers with Donghyuck.

He received his first text from Donghyuck the following day.

From: Donghyuck

•Sunday 2:46 pm•

hey mark

lemme send you something juicy.

;)

Mark was about to send back a snarky response, but Donghyuck beat him to it, those little ellipses popping up to show that he was typing,

but i'll send you something even juicier when i get home toniht ;)

A little after 5pm, Mark's phone went off again. He tried not to shove his hand down his pants pocket too quickly. It was not like he had been eagerly waiting or anything.

mmm juicy tomatoes for some salsa. extra hot, just like I like it ;)

Donghyuck had sent him a photo of homemade fucking salsa. He was about to tell Donghyuck that he was worse than people who post photos nothing but food on instagram, but Donghyuck beat him once again.

wanna see something even juicier?

The next photo to pop up was a selfie. A very naked, wet selfie that left Mark's mouth dry.

Donghyuck stared up at the camera held above at arms length. He looked to be holding back a laugh. His hair was slightly wet and dripping, freshly showered, and he grasped a white towel at the waist that left little to the imagination.

Mark's eyes trailed over the V line tapering from Donghyuck's stomach. He breathed sharply at the glistening golden skin, probably still moist and warm from the shower.

"Fuck" Mark yelled aloud, cursing again because he almost walked into the corner of his kitchen table, eyes locked on his phone screen.

Put some clothes on, you're going to catch a cold, Mark typed back with one hand.

Donghyuck's response popped up two seconds later.

…it's august, mark

It is definitely too hot, Mark thought, and headed straight to the shower.

______

The next few days were pure torture for Mark.

Except, there was nothing pure about it.

Donghyuck loves the camera, something Mark already knows from how much Donghyuck enjoys posting selfies on his blog.

But now, Mark was on the receiving end of them at random hours of the day; Photos exclusively for him (so Mark likes to think), ranging from the mundane like Donghyuck's sleepy face next to a cereal bowl, or teasing shots of his droptlets of water slicked body after taking a shower.

More than fifty percent end up as fapping material for the night. Not that he tells Donghyuck that. Instead, he sends Donghyuck responses that range from snarky to scolding.

Then, one day:

From: Donghyuck

•Tuesday 6:19 pm•

mark, why don't u send me any photos of you? :(

Mark hates taking photos. He thinks he looks tired, dead, or a combination of the two in any photo he is in.

From: Mark

No.

A second later, Mark considered the slight non sequitur of his reply. He shrugged it off.

From: Donghyuck

aww, but I need a photo to use for u in my contacts!

learn to type first, Mark responded.

Damn it, he just noticed that he didn't capitalize the first letter. Donghyuck must be rubbing off on him.

From: Donghyuck

what'd u use for me? ;D

Mark didn't respond to this for at least two minutes. He walked around his apartment, thinking of the best comeback for this one.

From: Donghyuck

•6:23 pm•

Well, since you won't send me any photos, I guess the only way to fix this is if we go out to lunch again y/y

Mark paused in his pacing. He scratched under his chin, considering. Finally, he responded.

From: Mark

•6:25 pm•

Perhaps during the weekend. I've got 3 job interviews I need to focus on this week.

From: Donghyuck

•6:26 pm•

oh! good luck!!

i shouldn't bother u then

ah, when's ur last one?

Friday, was all Mark typed back.

He has three interviews with three different companies lined up, and he knows the worry still start settling in before he goes to bed tonight.

There is one phone interview tomorrow afternoon, then an in-person one at 3 pm on Thursday, and a morning interview on Friday.

u can do it mark!!!

Donghyuck then sent ten flexing arm muscle emoticons in a row.