Donghyuck kicked the door gently and entered the room with a small huff. His legs hurt after all those stairs and he was a lazy ass so he dropt the basket on the desk, catching his breath.

"Mark hyung!" he called.

He heard the sound of the water from the bathroom and realized that the older boy was still showering.

He grabbed the basket and decided to get in there and leave it inside so Mark won't catch a cold or something while leaving the bathroom half naked to get his underwear.

He'll be as quiet as possible and the older won't notice it. He also decided that, once Mark was out of the bathroom, he'll confess to him and everything will be okay.

Donghyuck opened the door slowly and was greeted by a thick cloud of steam. He couldn't see much, but covered his eyes with his hands anyway. He put the basket next to the sink and turned around.

Between his slightly parted fingers, he could see Mark's slim figure inside the shower and blushed madly.
He had never seen Mark completely naked and he was so, so curious.

A short, loud groan above the splashing water sound reached his ears loud and clear. Donghyuck was about to ask Mark if he was okay, if he needed some help but then he put sharp focus on the other boy's position and understood what was going on.

Oh. My. God. Mark was doing that.
Donghyuck felt like his body was on fire, especially on a particular spot, and bit his lip down hard.

"D-Donghyuck!"

Donghyuck widened his eyes when he heard his name being called, followed by loud moan.

He suddenly felt even hotter. Did Mark notice him? No, it can't be possible. He heard the older's breathing becoming heavier and heavier and that was when he finally understood.

Doyoung was right. Mark maybe like him, since he was jerking off, moaning his name.

Donghyuck was got the strong urge to take his sweater, pants and everything else off and join his hyung in the shower. But his arts were like paralysed.

"Hyung...?" he murmured in a low voice, heart beating wildly. Was that really going to happen?

Mark emitted a muffled sound and "shit" he muttered. The flow of the water stopped and a deep, scary silence fell between the two.

The tension in the room was so thick that one can almost cut it with a knife.

"Donghyuck, what are you doing here" Mark's voice was cold, detached.

"I-I brought your stuff... like you told me" he could feel Mark's breathing becoming regular. There was still the outline of Mark's hand on the shower glass and Donghyuck blushed even more, if possible.

"I told you to leave them out of the bathroom" Mark said sternly.

"I'm s-sorry, hyung..."

It didn't go as he planned a few minutes ago, and Mark was angry at him, again.

"I never do anything right"
Donghyuck stormed out of the bathroom with teary eyes.

He wasn't able to explain himself why Mark was so angry at him. He was so confused he wanted to rip his own skin off.

He threw himself on Doyoung's bed, on his stomach, and buried his face in the pillow. Then he remembered that the night before he had placed in the small fridge the last piece of strawberry popsicle Mark had bought him.

He got up from the bed and took it out. It's like a stress-reliever to him, and when he feels the fresh strawberry taste bursting in his mouth, he feels a little better.

He thinks that, maybe, he should gather his stuff and head home. He didn't care about if Lucas will scold him, he just wanted to go home and sleep. Maybe cry too.

He won't come back here and bother Mark anymore and he will move on. There are plenty of nice boys and girls out there, so why does Donghyuck have to like an asshole like Mark?