𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Where in Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuck are a married couple that always fight and argue. Is divorce a solution? Probably not. But going back in time might be.
𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:
📍the people that are...
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"I wish I could go back in time to where we never met."
"I wish I could turn back to the time that I didn't have to even know that you exist."
As the saying goes, be careful of what you wish for.
It might possibly come true. The moment you wake up, you'll just end up wondering what the fuck is going on.
Which was what Mark was thinking as soon as he slowly batted his eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight getting inside the room from the window. Upon rubbing his eyes, his forehead creased and his brows met. Still not realizing anything, he let out a yawn and stretched his arms in the air. He stopped midway with a question in his head; How on earth did he get to bed? Donghyuck and him had a fight last night, he could remember sleeping in the living room, on the sofa. He knew well how petty his husband is, there's no way Donghyuck carried him back to their room.
Speaking of his husband, it was a change that he isn't sleeping right next to him. Mark usually wakes up first and it was the only moment that he could admire his husband, only because it's the only time the man won't yell and nag at him.
Did they switch places? Mark spaced out, trying to remember if he was the one who slept in the room and Donghyuck in the living room.
There's no way. He's not old enough yet to forget. Mark even brought a pillow and a blanket to the living room.
Where's the blanket? "Why is the bed so different?" He had to ask himself.
Though it seemed familiar, it wasn't the king-sized bed that he and his husband had in their room. This bed barely even fits two people.
"Why is the room..." Mark had no words to finish his sentence, he just used his eyes to examine wherever he was.
Everything felt so familiar, yet so different.
Trying to shrug it off, Mark searched for his phone only to find it under the pillow he was sleeping on. He took it out only to have his brows furrowed in confusion. It creeped him out, he was having a hard time believing it. No, this couldn't be real. There is no such thing. Even science can't explain what's going on.
A prank. "Yeah, maybe he's just playing with me." Mark said, admitting that he was an asshole last night. "Okay, Donghyuck! You caught me, I almost started to fall for it."
He received no response, only birds chirping outside— and footsteps heard by the door.
"Donghyuck, Love?" Mark called out, praying that it was him, his husband, the man he married and vowed to be with for the rest of his life.
Only to be more confused at the person who opened the door without even knocking.
"Get up, dumbass, we're almost late!" A voice roared inside the room.
