“do it. i dare you.” with mark?
five word prompts + a member = me writing a drabble
“do it. i dare you.” + Mark
You cheer as another fork goes flying across the room, Mark smiling triumphantly next to you once it lands in the trash can for the fifth time that lunch period.
“You’re so good at that, Mark!” You say, grinning at him.
“I might not be good at a lot of things, but making forks go into trashcans is my sport,” he says, readying another fork. At the same time, a group of boys come bounding into the room, laughing and playing around as they enter. Your eyes flit between them and Mark’s plastic fork, and you quickly grab his arm before he can fling it.
“What?” You point as discreetly as you can to the boys, hoping Mark sees what you see. “...is that Haechan?”
You nod your head and look back at Mark. “We should fling something at him.”
“What- oh my god, Y/N, no. He’s just going to get mad-
“He won’t get mad. He’ll probably think it’s funny and throw something back at you.”
“I don’t know...” You roll your eyes and lean in close to Mark, a mischievous grin gracing your features. “Do it. I dare you. Unless you’re too chicken.”
Mark laughs but readies up his fork once more, placing a piece of his lunch on the end of it. It was so easy to convince Mark.
You watch as he figures out where he needs to aim it before he’s slamming his hand on the end of the fork. It flies through the air, going, going, going until finally the fork and the food hit Haechan head on.
He looks down at himself where the fork hit, and then up at you two. You bite your lip to hold in your giggles, but it’s utterly impossible and you end up laughing.
You don’t even register that something is being thrown at you because you’re laughing so hard, and you end up being soaked in Haechan’s milk tea.