Love doesn't last [Jeno]

4. Why a love story?

I should be happy that I have a person like Mark in my life, someone who loves me for who I am and wants me to be the best version of myself.

“You don’t have manners, you came in the middle of our conversation,” Renjun said aggressively and rolled his eyes.

Whenever these two are together there will always be a discussion, but I am used to it. “You are so boring and mad, clam down Renjun. I am not going to eat you, I bet you..” Heachan couldn’t finish speaking because Renjun starts talking back.

Basically, these two are my best friends who fight for no reason. “Will you two stop! You two always act like kids around each other and the two of you are older than me” I said slamming my hand onto the desk.

Then reality hits, the pain comes alive and my whole hand is red. Heachan folds the bandage with ice to help it and Renjun puts some kind of cream on it.

“Is your hand fine now? Also, you are the child here, hurting yourself…wow” Heachan said giving the cream back to Renjun. These two boys are lovely to have around.

“The key and the address is for the place in Paris. I will go tonight in four hours. Your flight is tomorrow or 1 AM” Renjun said standing up grabbing his key and waves to me as he leaves to get ready for his plane trip.

“You are going to Paris also?” Heachan asked as he sat on Renjuns desk making a mess by taking his things. “Yeah, I have to write that stupid story and Renjun said it might help me,” I said taking my laptop out and plug in the charger.

“I am also going to Paris, I need to write a book soon, the readers are needy,” he said while smirking and making me smile. “You have to see me when you are there,” I said and he nodded his head while he walked back into another building.

-Time skip-

Inside Y/n’s bedroom with Mark
“You looked a bit exhausted today,” I say as Mark sits on the edge of our bed. His body is intense and it looks like he wants to sleep for as long as possible.

“I am exhausted but it’s fine, all I need is some sleep,” he said laying on the bed as I come over and lay beside him. He doesn’t even turn around to look me in the eyes, just stares at the roof.

“I spoke with the others, why are so many of us writing about love?” I asked as I placed my hand on his chest just as he had his arm around me.