On The Way |M.L

chapter 10

(You'll be okay)

"I swear man, I aint saying a thing, I wasn't even there okay, I swear I swear just don't let go!"

Jisung stressfully said, the younger male was by their mansion's indoors pool, the back of his head inches away from the water, as Mark's hand fisted the front of his hoodie, if he let go Jisung would automatically fall into the pool, just the thought of that had him tremble under Mark's strong grip.

"Alright" said Mark, pulling the male so he could stand straight again, Jisung caught a big breath as soon as he got on his feet.

"You seriously don't have to beat me up to make me keep a secret, I wasn't going to talk about it anyway-"

"You tell Chenle everything, and this is none of anyone's business" said Mark.

"Can I ask a question?" trailed Jisung.

"Wanna be drowned so bad don't you?" 

A cold chill run down Jisung's spine at the sharp and dismissive tone his gang mate used, his demeanor was almost menacing, but the younger just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"I swear I'll never speak a word about it, if I do you can take me to the tell cell and torture me all you like, that girl from the music store... Is she one of the girls you sleep wi-"

"You know I don't need your permission to do that, I can torture you right here and now if you keep this conversation going" Mark stepped closer to him with each word, making Jisung consider volunteerly throwing himself into the pool, but before they could say anything, a low vibrating sound broke their conversation.

Jisung's eyes darted to Mark's pockets, but the latter didn't seem to care "You do not ask me about her, don't make assumptions, don't even fucking think of her, it's like you have never seen her face before, go it?" 

"Yes okay I promise, just- it's ringing again hyung" Jisung said, because with each dangerous step the older took towards him, he had to take two steps back, risking him to fall into the cold waters behind, so he thanked the gods when the phone rung again, perhaps that would stop Mark.

"Fucking hell! If it's Haechan-" Mark was the one who got shut real quick this time, his eyes fixed on his phone screen.

"A dot?" Jisung found the contact name suspicious, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

Mark's heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the caller ID, recognizing the number with a sinking feeling in his chest, he was unsure of how to proceed. Jisung, sensing his discomfort, watched with a sly grin from the corner, silently teasing him with a raised eyebrow, he could predict who it could be, especially since the Neos don't share their phone numbers with anyone outside of the gang, or a very close associate.

"Oh... I think it's about to Rain on you" said Jisung when he saw that the ringing had stopped, thinking that Mark failed to answer it.

"You're fucking done-" whispered Mark as he attached the phone to his ear, turning away from the younger.

[Markie? Is that you?] the voice said.

"Yes" he answered with a sigh.

[You're literally so so s-so mean... You know I was trying to call Bora... But then I ended up calling my neighbour by mistake... Something is wrong with me...] she said with a moan, a rather pained whine, Mark's brows furrowed as he listened, a flicker of concern engulfed him.