He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Eleven

"Yeah, motherfucker, it's me!" yelled the furious male called Mark, as he stomped all the way to the bar. He wore a thick pink coat over his baggy clothing and had rings on his fingers that varied in size and color. He approached Jeno without any time to waste and shoved him. "You and I need to talk!"

Catching his footing, Jeno clicked his tongue and put his hands on his chest, trying to seem like he was surprised... which he was. Because Jeno did not think he would see Mark ever again. See, like with Haechan, Jeno had a lengthy history with Mark as well... but it had turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life. "Wow, long time no see. How are you doing on this fine evening?" Jeno asked.

"Don't fucking play with me, I know what you did!" Mark shouted.

"Oh my, you seem upset about something. What could I have possibly done wrong, sir?"

"Your little partner messed with one of my boys last Friday. Care to explain?!"

Jeno glanced at Jaemin, who was busy rubbing his temples due to the dizziness caused by the wine. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Mark."

"Are you sure? Because Donghyuck  told me that your wonderful new boyfriend attacked him after your concert." Mark folded his arms. "Does he ring a bell?"

Jeno remembered exactly what happened and he had to keep Jaemin out of it. "That motherfucker is a liar and you know he is," he hissed, pointing at Mark. "Haechan went by that area after I had made it clear to never ever come back. Haechan was the one who assaulted Jaemin. And I was the one who tossed him to the ground. How the hell did you know I was here anyways?"

Mark laughed and tapped his chin to think. "Well, it is the place you and Donghyuck used to go to every Monday night, isn't it? That is, before you fucked him over right? And now look at you, trying to relive that all over again with your new bitch."

Something inside of the singer snapped like a branch. Jeno clenched his jaw and went right up to Mark's face with deadly eyes. Clearly someone told Mark about his whereabouts. It couldn't possibly be Haechan... it had to have been someone at the bar. Maybe someone he knew. This meetup wasn't supposed to happen... tonight was supposed to be fun for everyone... actually, it was supposed to be for Jaemin. But Mark wasn't supposed to be there... it was as if everything was slowly coming back to haunt Jeno. He was so angry that his fists began to tremble. He was a volcano ready to erupt at any moment but he couldn't allow Jaemin to watch.

"How about you walk off before someone gets hurt? This is my area, and I can go wherever the hell I please. I got shit I need to do. Control that little slut of yours and keep him out of my way, alright?"

Mark grabbed Jeno's collar, yanking him even closer. "Last time I checked... you don't tell me what to do. And for the record... you still owe me."

"Well... last time I checked," Jeno continued, "I don't go by your rules anymore."

The others came over, concerned that this would turn into a brawl. And Jeno was so embarrassed... of all times, why did it have to be now?

Jaemin stumbled off of the stool, tipsy from the wine he had chugged in one go. He squeezed in between the angry males and separated them. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," he groaned. "Let's not fight. There's innocent people here... nobody needs to get hurt." Then he turned to Jeno and took his hands, being all pouty. "Please don't fight. It's not worth it."

"What are you-" Jeno was about to complain, but he shut his mouth. Jaemin's cheeks were pink from the alcohol, his eyes soft and needy. He looked like a kitten...  a kitten that caught Jeno's tongue. There was no other way to describe it. How on Earth was it possible to look this cute? On top of being gorgeous??!