Rainbow | Markhyuck

eight

"This is dangerous, my love."
Donghyuck clasped his hands together, nodding once. "I know, but we need this, Jaemin."
Mark was looped around his arm, resting his head on his shoulder. And yet he couldn't feel him. It was happening over and over again, Mark not quite making contact with him, but simply hovering near him, and yet he couldn't feel it. Donghyuck couldn't take it anymore. He gotten out of bed at 4 after hours of tossing and turning and texted Jaemin who had responded in the morning, asking to meet up and talk about what to do. Jaemin understood more than he ever could so he was willing to just let him take the reigns. He didn't ever want to be tied up in all of this, he preferred to run away and set up a new identity someday. But unfortunately the fates had other plans, and they were never in his favour.

Jaemin quietly took his phone out, opening up blueprints to the complex their fathers worked. He slid it across the table before leaning his arm on it. He gestured to part of it, "they keep files on all the employees here. They keep paper files, harder to track down than digital ones." He shrugged for a moment, "Bit weird cause they essentially own the internet here but I'm not gonna question it cause it makes our lives easier."
Donghyuck nodded though he didn't agree. Life would've been easier if this wasn't the cause in the first place. Mark would be alive then.

He scanned the document, zooming in on points around to find entry points. The area they needed to enter was luckily on the side, an easy entry casually, but it was too high. They wouldn't be able to access it unless they had some sort of wall climbing thing, which they didn't, or they entered normally, which they weren't allowed to do no matter how high ranking their parents were.
"The building won't be vacant at any time," Donghyuck grumbled, pushing Jaemin's phone back before rubbing his face. "We wouldn't be able to get through."
Jaemin sighed, sinking his head on to the table, agreeing with Donghyuck. It was a dead end for them. Even as they spoke, Jaemin's parents were both in the building, and wouldn't be back until midnight. At midnight, Donghyuck's own father would go to work. Not to mention the place would be crawling with security. There was no use.

"Jun? Jeno?" Mark quietly suggested, looking up at Donghyuck with puppy eyes.
Donghyuck shook his head. Even if they had Renjun, who's lying skills were out of this world, or even Jeno, who had a habit of picking locks, they wouldn't make it.  Low quality skills just weren't good enough for this line. Not to mention that only Jaemin was trained to fight, not Donghyuck, they wouldn't stand a chance. "It'd be too risky."
Jaemin furrowed his brows for a moment before realising who Donghyuck was mumbling to. The older boy quickly conveyed the idea Mark had and explained his thinking, to which Jaemin agreed with.

"Then what's a place where low quality skills could pay off?" Mark muttered. Donghyuck furrowed his eyebrows, reiterating what Mark had said. Jaemin's face fell a little as he went blank. They scurried around their vacant brains for a moment when something clicked in Donghyuck.

"...our parents would have the files, wouldn't they?"
Jaemin's jaw dropped, turning his head slowly toward the other two before just letting his head drop to the table with a loud thud. Donghyuck and Mark jumped slightly, Mark clipping through both Donghyuck and the table a bit with Donghyuck knocking his elbow against its edge. Jaemin groaned loudly as the other two recovered, Donghyuck rubbing his arm in pain. "Fucking hell," Jaemin clapped, "yeah, yeah they would."

He pulled his phone back properly, looking through various images and apps on his phone, Donghyuck mindlessly staring back at him not understanding anything. He slowly looked over at Mark, blinking to communicate if he understood anything. Mark only shrugged in response. "I don't know."

A few more moments passed, Mark and Donghyuck blankly staring at Jaemin while he aggressively typed and swiped his phone screen like some sort of shitty acting hacker. Mark started giggling to himself as they waited, slowly getting out of control. Donghyuck could only blink as he waited, Mark's stupid laughter filling the silence when Jaemin suddenly slammed his phone on the table. Mark jumped and shut up instantly. "Both our families have copies of the documents but I don't have authorisation to enter the room. I know where it is but I can't enter."
Donghyuck bit his lip, wondering where the hell his father would put such kind of documents before realising his dumbness. "I might."
"What?" Jaemin's eyes grew wide.
Donghyuck blinked rapidly as he looked down. "Yeah, those would be in the office. There's no passcode there because when I was younger I would wander in there and my dad got tired of opening it."
"If it doesn't have a passcode, it probably won't be there though," Jaemin argued, "It would have to be protected."

"Then it might be the room below yours," Mark chimed in.
Donghyuck snorted, "That's the office, dumbass."
"No, the other one," Mark justified. Donghyuck furrowed his brows as Mark explained. "It's behind the office. I accidentally went there when I was messing around in your room. There were files and stuff in there but I couldn't move anything."
Donghyuck whipped around, rapidly spitting out everything to Jaemin in a rush. The younger boy's eyes grew, starting to spew ideas from his head on how to find access to the place. Of course there was a secret room, no wonder he didn't know of it. He honestly felt like a spy in some teen film at this point. Except that, well, his best friend was a ghost and his longest known friend was on crack apparently. Jaemin was talking so excitedly about the idea of sneaking into the office that it genuinely terrified Donghyuck. He could sort of see the veins popping out on the side of his neck the more he spoke and Donghyuck wondered how on earth he became friends with him.

After concocting a short idea on how to get into the place effectively without sending off any alarms, Donghyuck and Mark left Jaemin's place, Jaemin pinching Donghyuck's cheeks before he bid them goodbye. Mark and Donghyuck laughed to themselves as they left, Mark hovering off the ground as soon as they were out of the gate.
Donghyuck looked down at the boy's feet as they made their way down, scoffing slightly. "Easier to fly than walk I assume."
Mark chuckled, settling back down on the floor and walking alongside Donghyuck. "Yeah, but it feels weird still." He pushed his hands into his pockets as Donghyuck went silent beside him. They continued back in silence, Donghyuck swallowing a little and taking a glance at his friend. He couldn't talk with him in public, he'd look like an idiot. Part of him didn't want to care while the other cared deeply. He couldn't, he wasn't allowed. Mark was dead.

This was just another of the hundred daily reminders that Mark was really only left in his mind. And it broke his heart a hundred thousand times each time it happened.