Intricate: The Beginning of Us| MARKNOMINHYUCK(bxbxbxb)

14: A conversation with a moron

Jeno

"Wow, who fucked you up?" I hear an annoying voice question as soon as I enter my room.

It's almost ten, what the fuck is he doing here?

I sigh, turning my head to the left where Lee Donghyuck sat smugly on one of the couches in the mini seating area in my room. "What are you doing here?" I ask tiredly, throwing my stuff on my bed, taking my hoodie off, and leaving me with just a black tank top. "Last time I checked, yesterday was Friday. It's already hard seeing you once a week but twice? I feel like I've arrived at my own hell," I shake my head, deciding against my urge to very rudely kick him out(literally).

The other rolls his eyes, sitting properly, "Damn, didn't know you were so dramatic," he says, "My parents sent me here since five o'clock to hang out with you because, you know, we're best friends," he smiles sarcastically. "Your mom let me wait for you here but she and your dad had to leave at six for some business dinner."

"You could have left, you know?" I tell him with a 'duh' tone.

"I could have," he smirks, "But I thought it was more fun to snoop around your room rather than going home and being bored."

I glare, "You better not have touched anything."

His grin widens, "I might have... I might have not," he sing-songs.

I roll my eyes, "I have nothing to hide either way," I lay down on my bed.

"So, what happened?"

"You know curiosity killed the cat," I say, following as the fan on the ceiling spun repeatedly, putting more attention to it than the moron in my room.

"Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back," he replies, sticking his tongue out mockingly, childishly, something I caught after glancing at him for a second before settling my gaze back to where it was.

"I don't know why I should tell you," I tell him, raising an eyebrow, sitting up.

"Because you have no friends and I'm the closest to it?" He blinks his eyes 'innocently.'

I scoff, "It's none of your business. Just get out of my house, can you?" I question in an exhausted tone.

He groans. "You know, I'm actually trying to be nice. Appreciate it, can you?"

I look at him, examining his face. He did look genuine and as much as I hated to admit it, he's right; he's the closest I have to a friend. I roll my eyes, "My ex was cheating on me and her boyfriend and his gang jumped me on my way home from the mall."

"How many?" I look at him questioningly. "How many people were against you?"

"Six," I answer nonchalantly.

"Six?!" He gasps. "Holy shit, they really outnumbered you," he hissed as if he could feel my pain.

"No shit Sherlock," I mumble, laying again and closing my eyes as I was filled with drowsiness.

"Did you get ointment?"

I hum. "I met Mark Lee on the way, he was with some other boy and they helped me," I answer, recalling the events. "I just need to put some on my stomach and chest area," I raise a plastic bag that I had thoughtlessly dropped on my bed. The one that the boy gave to me.

Curiosity struck me as I recalled the other boy. Na Jaemin was his name.

"Oh," Donghyuck said in what sounded like disappointment which made me glance up to examine his expression. That was definitely disappointment and also sadness?

I frown, "You know him?"

"Yep, we're friends," he answers with a low tone. I couldn't describe what I was feeling at the moment as being worried but I was curious as to why the loud and dramatic Lee Donghyuck had become so quiet. "Did the other guy have pink hair?" He questions monotonously. I raise an eyebrow.

In the last years of knowing each other, I really wouldn't have figured that he has this side to him. But everyone has their bad moments. Everyone has bad moods and negative emotions. I nod at him, "They were on a date," I found myself telling him. I didn't have any bad intentions by saying that but it obviously affected him.

"I'm leaving," he says, standing up from his seat, taking his bag and phone in his hands before walking out of my room with no other word.

I didn't dwell much on it--his actions. He had his thoughts and emotions and I had mine, I found it better to stick to my own thoughts and feelings. Either way, it was not like we were friends or anything close to it. Yes, I had agreed that he was the closest I have to a friend but even with him I don't consider him as more of an acquaintance. My brother is my only friend and the only person I fully trust.

I stand up from my bed, take some clothes from my drawers, and head to the bathroom in desperate need of a shower before bed. I felt sticky from sweating from the fight and dirt all over me due to rolling around on the ground, fighting to take dominance in the fight which I did take for the most part. I smirk. It was six against one yet I managed to knock two of them out, break one's nose, and make the other three beg for their lives as they were on the ground of the alleyway they had cornered me in. That experience will certainly expand my ego.

As I step into the restroom, after setting my things up, I look at myself in the mirror. I examine the bruises and cuts on my face. The noticeable ones and the tiny scratches too. I eye the bandaids and remember that boy again. I keep going in circles, recalling his face and his actions.

He was different.

Now that I recall, our encounter about a month ago in the cafeteria wasn't the first. I had seen him at the coffee shop Donghyuck works at and though I had called him stupid back then for banging his head on a table, I would now call it interesting. Cute, even.