𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐨𝐰 || 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐨

Chapter 17 : End

They’re back to their deathly routine after a week of freedom. Chanyeol proclaimed they were going to become lazy pigs if their break lasted for too long — and he wasn’t wrong. The first day back was a torture, too used to never ending hours laying on their beds.

“Jeno,”

“Hmm?”

Jeno is cross-legged in front of Mark, scrolling through Twitter. It’s become a habit to sit in front of each other and Mark is clearly not complaining, not when he has an amazing view of Jeno's beautiful face with his nose scrunched up in a cute manner.

“Three words,”

Jeno's thumb comes to a stop, head sharply jerking up and round eyes fervently reeling on Mark’s looking for whatever he’s trying to say.

Mark swallows the nervous lump that just formed on his throat, maintaining their eyes locked and trying to fight the heat rising up to his face.

“What?”

“T-Three words,”

Everyone knows what the three-words-thingy means but Mark is too afraid of saying the real words, they keep stuck on his throat. So he opts for the slight equal thing instead and prays that Jeno can decipher the metaphor.

Jeno stares at him with a mixture of feelings all showing through his perplexed eyes: surprise, adoration, a bit of fear and finally playfulness. Mark doesn’t know what to expect.

His lips part and Mark embraces himself before the next words drop out, “I-Want-Food,”

Mark pauses and takes his sweet time to blink and process the fact that Jeno is freaking teasing him (again). He’s an expert in transforming every tricky situation on a slighter atmosphere.

Gaining composure but with his pride still a bit shattered, Mark groans and presses the heel of his hands against his eyelids.

“Ugh, forget it.”

Jeno laughs wholeheartedly and sets his phone aside. Approaching the bench, Jeno places each leg next to Mark’s hips, straddling him, then reaches for his hands, taking them away from his disgruntled face and waits until Mark reopens his eyes.

A pout appears on Mark’s lips as he peers up at Jeno through black lashes. Jeno's lips twitch slightly, threatening to curl into a smile but suppress the urge to because Mark would become increasingly more annoyed.

“Fool,”

The pout grows more noticeable and ugh. Jeno is weak.

Tuning off the balls crashing against the parquet floor and the exasperated yells from their teammates still practicing, Jeno focuses on the insecure boy in front of him. Mark has the necessity of being reassured almost for everything.

Jeno chuckles as the pout is still persistent. Bringing his hand up, Jeno runs his fingertips along Mark’s cheek, taking his time to play with Mark’s flexible ear.

Mark’s piercing gaze peers up at him and Jeno purses his lips.

“Me too,”

Seriously, Mark tries — he really does try, but a shit-eating grin spreads on his face and Mark is sure it won’t be easily wiped again. Even when he combs his hand though Jeno's soft hair, bringing him closer because Mark never has enough of those plump lips — the smile is still on.

Yeah, they’re still bad with words, they always were — but they understand each other like no one else.

“God, the hormonal teenagers are back at it!”

"Shut up Yuta!!"

A/n : And it's done. Hope this'll get some reads and people actually enjoy it.

Love
~Richa💚