ebb and flow

• 14000 words, oneshot
• very, very cute

“I’m going to ask Donghyuck to marry me tomorrow,” Mark says abruptly, his eyes bright and a little wild, and Jaemin blinks. Is he finally going crazy? It’s only been seventeen-going-on-eighteen years of having to endure all of Mark’s and Donghyuck’s bullshit, so. Probably.

“What the fu—”

“Shh!” Mark hisses, slapping a hand over Jaemin’s mouth. “Don’t be too loud, he’s going to hear you!”

“He’s not even here!” Jaemin hisses back, wrenching Mark’s hand away. “What the fuck, are you insane? Donghyuck, really? If you make him your consort, he’s going to run this country into the ground!”

(the one where prince mark falls overboar...

doing gucci

• 7116 words, oneshot

Jeans, shirts, a beanie, a pair of boxers, and then aha, there it was! He shook off the shirt hooked around the buckle and then lifted up the Gucci belt. Beautiful.

He caressed the brown leather and the two golden intertwined Gs. How could someone be so cruel as to throw it on the ground when it was worth more than Donghyuck himself? He scowled at the sleeping boy still on the bed before hugging the belt to his chest. Finders, keepers.

Or: Donghyuck sleeps around and steals his hook-up's Gucci belt before he leaves. His latest victim? Mark Lee, the campus' famous trust fund baby.