What the hell had I gotten myself into, Mark thought.

He was still standing on Donghyuck's doorstep, while Donghyuck had stridden into his own home, babbling aloud.

Mark heard something about a Wii, then about how he has Netflix, as well as DVDs in the living room if Mark wanted to watch something.

"Don't worry, none of the DVDs in the living room are porn!" Donghyuck hollered from the kitchen.

That had Mark rolling his eyes and finally leaning down to take off his shoes. He set them side-by-side by the door.

When he padded a few steps inside, toes sinking into plush carpet, Donghyuck was already in front of him again, offering a tall glass of ice cold water.

Mark took a grateful sip. He peeked over the rim to see Donghyuck knocking back the glass in huge gulps, his eyeglasses partly fogged up from the icy water. He finished it in less than a minute and rubbed his upper lip with the back of his hand.

Donghyuck looked over at Mark inquiringly, one brow raised.

"Where's your bathroom" Mark blurted out, searching for an excuse to turn away from Donghyuck, even for a second.

"Go down the hall, it's the second door on the left"

Mark nodded his thanks and hastened past Donghyuck. He wondered if this was a bad idea. They were both not idiots here.

Mark knows Donghyuck makes porn. Donghyuck knows that Mark watches the porn he makes.

The fact that Donghyuck so blatantly, and outrightly asks Mark what he thinks of his porn videos. He knows Mark wants him.

Mark's hand hit a doorknob and he absentmindedly turned it and leaned into the doorway, walking into a room… That was not a bathroom.

Definitely not a bathroom. The room was entirely bare except for a bed in the middle of it, covered in all white sheets. In front of it was a camera and tripod.

Mark swallowed. Shit. That had only been the first door on the left, not the second. White sheets look like all other white sheets, but Mark knew those white sheets.

He had seen Donghyuck's naked body on them countless times, writhing and breathless.

The mountain of pillows at the head of the bed was piled up haphazardly, and Mark noted the black trim on the pillow case ends.

White pillows with black trim that Mark had only seen in Donghyuck's solo videos, or when he was posting naked bedroom shots on his blog.

Mark's hand sprang back from the doorknob as if burned. He took a hasty step back.

And his back collided into solid warmth.

"Looks like you've found it" Donghyuck's words rumble out from his chest. "Tasty Sun's Dungeon"

Mark chuckled and turned around, because that was not sexy at all.

"I film all my solo assignments here. And when I feel like posting stuff to my blog" Donghyuck explained. "I don't actually sleep in this room. That'd be just… weird"

"Hmm. Yeah. Bathroom…" Mark muttered.

He circled around Donghyuck to get out the door, the brunette following after him.

"Speaking of capturing things on film, I still don't have a photo of you!" Donghyuck chirped cheerfully, as if talking about making porn is as normal as drinking tea.

He whipped his phone out, hovering it in front of Mark. Mark backed up, one step, then two, Donghyuck following in his wake.

Mark felt his shoulder bump into a wall. Donghyuck swept in at the opportunity. But Mark was quick, side-stepping him, twirling on his heel.

Mark couldn't help the little huff of a laugh that escaped him when this made Donghyuck bump forward onto the wall himself.

A clicking noise went off. Donghyuck had turned around just then, phone up. Donghyuck sauntered forward, phone hanging from his fingertips, showing the image of Mark with the small smile on his face.

"I've got you now" Donghyuck sing-sang.

Mark narrowed his eyes. He lunged forward, swiping for the phone. Donghyuck lifted the phone out of reach, hopped back a few paces.

Mark chased after him down the hall. He landed a hand on Donghyuck's arm. Donghyuck laughed and attempted to elbow Mark away, but Mark was heavier than he was, and Donghyuck was unsuccessful in moving him an inch.

"Jeez, you're like a brick wall" Donghyuck complained and Mark was able to snag Donghyuck's phone back.

Mark looked at the candid shot of himself. His brows were raised in amusement, lips pulled back in a soft laugh. He supposed this was not a horrible picture of him, but still…

Distracted, Mark didn't notice Donghyuck crowd up against him before it was too late.

"Wha- " was all Mark was able to get out, before he found himself turning to avoid Donghyuck's long reaching arms, but then he noticed too late that the bastard was manipulating him, maneuvering him to turn, backing him up, past a doorway, definitely not the bathroom.

And then Mark felt the back of his knees bump into - he glanced behind him - a bed.

Donghyuck pressed forward, standing between Mark's legs. He curled a finger into one of Mark's belt loops.

Donghyuck's eyes glimmered playfully. He tugged on the belt loop, drawing Mark's hips in to press against his own.

"You wanna have sex now?"