FRISSON.
a shiver of pleasure

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        DONGHYUCK THREW THE PILE of clothes onto the bed, which was now scattered everywhere across the sheets and pillows. He didn't mean to make a mess, after all. He swept a few pieces of clothing and cleared up a small portion of the bed, enough space for him to sit down.

        He sat down the bed and took a random shirt off the pile of numerous others. He carefully folded each end of the shirt and neatly placed it down one side, and afterwards picking up another stray piece from the messy pile.

        Donghyuck diligently folded each and every clothing article from this week's laundry. He randomly picked one from the messy piles of clothes and did the same gist of folding and tucking and turning. And then he'd place it on the heaping stacks of the other folded clothes, making sure it wasn't too high that it'll topple over and he would have to redo all the clothes again. And then, he'd have to repeat it all over again, until the very last bit of fabric has been folded neatly.

        Arguably, folding clothes is one of the most unentertaining, hefty, and exhausting chores to do, with having to do nothing but folding and folding and folding all day, and having to repeat that a hundred more times.

        And oddly so, Donghyuck loves folding clothes.

        And he doesn't know why, for sure. Maybe sit-down chores just made things easier for him. Folding clothes calms down Donghyuck in such a way he can run through the thoughts in his head and have alone time wuth himself.

        Donghyuck hasn't even gone halfway through the clothes and yet he's been there for a good twenty minutes. Not like he minds, though. He likes silence with himself from time to time. And he doesn't have anything else to do after this anyway, aside from lay around the house like a total nomad.

        Donghyuck just finished his two hundred and sixty-seventh sweater and he's already feeling a bit bored. A bit, a bit only.

        He takes that back; this is quite boring.

        Suddenly the amount of laundry doubled to a hundred, because Donghyuck swore there was even more clothes today than there was last week.

        But Donghyuck was cut off his trail of thoughts when he suddenly heard footsteps ascending at the staircase.

        The steps evidently reached the top and Donghyuck tilted his head to the door when he heard it swing open.

        Donghyuck gave a heartfelt smile.

        "Baby?"

        Mark pouted cutely as he stepped in the room and closed the door.

        "Hey, I thought I was top?!"

        Donghyuck giggled softly and cleared out a space for Mark to sit beside him. The older followed, and once he sat down the bed, his arm instinctively trailed to Donghyuck's waist, pulling the younger closer and closer to him.

        "So, I'm bottom?", Donghyuck asked as he was folding a pair of jeans.

        Mark nodded violently with a wide smile on my lips. "My bottom."

        Donghyuck almost choked. "Yeah that sounds weird, mind never saying that again?", he retorts playfully, eyeing the older with a smug look. Mark lets out a chuckle and whilsts reminding himself in his inner conscience to not do that ever again.

        "You're so husband material," Mark cooed at Donghyuck who was folding the laundry, and the younger could feel his cheeks heat up.

         Donghyuck decided to ignore the piles of clothes for a while and centered his attention on Mark, who was playing with his soft pinkish locks.

        He turned his head to the side to meet the older's gaze.

        "Am I?", Donghyuck asked out of the blue. "And what does that even mean."

        Mark could only let out a soft giggle.

        "You're just..."

        "The perfect husband."

        Donghyuck's heart was beating like crazy, doing flips and whatnot in the confines of his ribcage. He doesn't know.

        He doesn't know why Mark has such an effect on him.

"Stop that."

Mark titled his head in confusion. "Stop what?", he furrowed his brows at the younger, who was staring intently at his fingers and ignoring the older's gaze.

"Stop doing that to my heart."

Donghyuck innocently raised his head up to meet Mark's gaze, his pink-dusted cheeks on full display, and his lips parted ever-so-slightly, his small front teeth peeping through.

"Stop making my heart beat a million miles per hour..."

Mark stared intently at Donghyuck, a fond smile playing on his lips. He lets out a giggle and slowly leans in, booping their noses together.

"I love you, so much."

        Donghyuck's lips curve into a smile as he got up the bed, and slowly made his way to Mark, nestling himself on top of him and straddling his lap. Donghyuck hung his arms around Mark's neck while the older wrapped his on Hyuck's waist.

"I love you, too," Donghyuck leaned in towards Mark's ear and whispered softly, his hot breath teasing the older's skin as tingles ran down his spine.

        And there they sat in silence, with their eyes lost in each others', hearts connected and beating in-sync.

        "You're," Mark whispered softly, bringing his hand up and tucking a stray piece of hair behind Donghyuck's ear.

        "So beautiful..."

        Donghyuck giggled softly, failing to ignore the fact that he's incredibly flustered right now.

        Donghyuck couldn't hopd himself back any longer, and immediately, he smashed his lips onto Mark's, moving slowly in-sync and feeling the immense love they have for one another.

        Mark pulls closer with his arms around Donghyuck's waist, their swollen lips feverishly interlocking with the lust and ecstacy fueling their desires. Mark's free hand makes its way to Donghyuck's cheek and cups it softly, caressing his cheek with his thumb.

        Mark pulls away and rests his forehead on Donghyuck's, his eyes focused on the younger's gleaming orbs. Their swollen lips part open, gasping for air as they have lost their breath.

        But Donghyuck was still longing for more.

        Without a doubt Donghyuck reconnects his lips onto Mark's, with this time he's somehow leading the kiss. He pulls Mark closer with his grip on the older's neck, wrapping his legs around his torso and their lips moving roughly.

        Mark bit the younger's lower lip and Donghyuck yelped, which gave Mark the opportunity to enter his tongue inside the younger's mouth, moving around sinfully.

        "Mhmn~ M-Mark..." Donghyuck couldn't help but let out lewd noises while Mark did wonders to his lips.

        Mark was exploring his mouth while muffled moans and whimpers escaped his lips, being abused by the older's lips.

"Ngg-ah-ahh~ Mmhn~" Donghyuck failed to keep his composure when Mark grasped onto the younger's thighs, a loud moan escaping his lips as the older's tongue glides over his. Mark caresses Donghyuck's thighs and he could feel a bubbly sensation in the pit of his stomach, a wonderful feeling that was driving him insane.

"A-aah! M-Mark~ Mmhh-"

"HYUNG!"

Mark immediately pulled away as the bedroom door suddenly swung open, revealing a tall figure standing by the door frame.

The older groans in frustration as he runs a hand through his hair, clicking his tongue at looking at the boy by the door with annoyance.

Donghyuck's cheeks flare up in a bright shade of red, enduring the utter most embarrassment that was haunting him at that very moment. The younger climbs off of Mark's lap and rubs the back of his palm on his swollen lips.

"What is it now, Jisung?"

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❀ | a/n !
— well well well... what do we have here? A NEW CHAPTER
— its tuesday and we have no classes again like tf, its raining yeah bUT THE SUN IS SHINING SO BRIGHTLY NOW we were supposed to have a short exposure trip and i was ready to flex my bucket hat like
— HYUCKHAN !