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" you really think you are jeno?"
that smirk on his face.
his arms folded.
"haechan, listen to me-,"
"no, no.
i heard that when i asked you about
daniel too,"
"haechan, please-,"
"then lee minhyung, explain this,"
his voice threatened the older as he shoves pictures to mark.
the pictures showed yumark on private dates at their favourite places.
them being touchy with each other. mark not going on gay-panic mode
even though
yuta was placing a hand on his thigh.
and the last, a signature favourite,
a kiss on the lips.
"you see what you did,
lee minhyung?"
"why?"
and silence fell over the couple.
mark stared at the floor,
like a student getting scolded by his favourite teacher.
that guilty feeling.
and he hated it more than anything else.
"i guess,
it was all for nothing,"
"hyuck,
please just listen,"
"sure.
fool me again.
tell me those pretty lies,"
"i like yuta,"
"you sure are fast at changing,"
haechan laughs.
"but hyuck,
why don't we try something like what norenmin are doing?
you know,
poly?"
"you are selfish,
minhyung.
the three of them like each other.
but I don't like yuta that way.
and so does yuta,"
"but we haven't tried it-,"
"and it won't work out,
i'm sure of it,"
"hyuck,
listen please,"
"i've listened to enough of your nonsense.
get out,"
the younger's voice shakes yet is loud and clear.
"please,
listen to me hyuck,"
"don't make me do it,"
mark closes the door so softly
that the door doesn't even close properly.
haechan slides his back against the wall.
hot tears run down his eyes.
his chest tightened.
he could feel nothing but pain.
" am i not enough for you?"
the moment mark turns away from the door, he earns a tight slap from nana.
"and you said you would never break his heart,"
jaemin whispers.
he was about to hit, punch and even kill the older.
luckily, noren was there to restrain the younger one.
"nana, let him be.
i want the mark we know back,"
renjun whispers.
but it was loud enough for him to hear it.
he runs out of the dreamies' dorm and his eyes find
yuta.