insane because of you

◇chapter six ◇

Yuta's pov:

Mark: "Yuta?... YUTA!" I get snapped out of my thoughts and look at him confused
Yuta: "what? Jesus, calm down" I cover my ears and lean my head back down on the table.
Mark: "come on man, we've been studying for four hours because you don't understand this part, don't just zone out"
He's right. I called him over to help me study as an excuse yet all I can think of is what happened yesterday with Taeyong at school. The hell is wrong with him? First, he treats me like shit, then kisses me out of nowhere, then act all mysterious and conflicted, goddamit boy, decide for fuck's sake.
Yuta: "sorry Mark, I wanted to get somethings off my head..."
Mark's upset look now turns into a worried one
Mark: "is it still about whay happened when you dragged me in the bathroom stall?"
He still remembers it? oh well
Yuta: "yeah, and also something after that..." I look away, knowing he wants to know every single detail and will give me "the look" until I spill everything.
Mark: "who do I have to beat up?" Mark stands up from his chair and I grab his arm, pulling him back down.
Yuta: "I just want to forget about him and move on, alright?" I stand up and turn towards the door to go grab some water... then realization hits me.
Mark: "him?"
Oh fuck. I panic and run downstairs, hearing Mark's footsteps following me all the way to the kitchen.
Mark: "WHO THE FU-"
Yuta: "You don't have to worry, really" I try to play it cool, but Mark doesn't seem to be phased. He crosses his arms and looks at me upset.
Mark: "don't lie to me boy"
No matter how much I tried fighting it off, after arguing for what felt like an eternity I give up and decide to tell him everything... or maybe not really everything... He'll never know anyway. Useless to say that he freaked out, a lot. He didn't mind it being a boy, he actually never even underline that topic. It went more like ten minutes of him looking at me shocked, with the same expression on his face, as if he was printed. I simply told him that a boy tried to kiss me and I even if a part of me wanted to tell him the truth, it's best if things remain this way. Especially since he freaked out even more when I said it was Taeyong.
Mark: "I'm gonna kill him, who the hell does he think he is? Coming here as a new student and messing with people as if he's a kid playing with his toys, that rich spoiled bra-"
Yuta: "okok, I get it, Mark" I finally gulp down some water and take a deep breath. I didn't think it would've been a relief to finally let it out of my chest, but for some reason Mark makes me feel relaxed and at ease. He's funny, chaotic, really messy and clumsy. It's like living in a comedy show whenever he's around, not to mention he has this ability to turn everything into a joke. I guess it's his bright personality.
We finally finish studying and as he leaves to head home I lay flat on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Those memories coming back again. Ugh, dammit, I just got rid of them. I curl myself into a ball under the covers and try my best to fall asleep without thinking of thar idiot. Damn you, Taeyong.

~time skip~

A week has passed and me and Mark got out exam results. He got into a fight with the teacher because I passed and he didn't even if he was the one helping me studying. Guess that's how life works, man.
Now we're walking down the hallway, he's telling me about his little sister of 8 years old winning a science project about earthquakes. That smart little girl. As we walk towards my locker, I drift my attention to a figure leaning against it. That fucking-
Mark: "isn't that Taeyong? I'll go beat his ass" I grab his wrist before he does anything stupid, stopping in my tracks.
Yuta: "if you hit him, he'll hit you three times harder. Just, head to class, I'm fine"
Mark gives me an unsure look, then glances at Taeyong before leaving.
Yuta put yourself together, for fuck's sake. Why the hell am I so bothered by him, huh?
I walk towards my locker, stopping in front of him, my hands in my pockets. Relax, dammit.
Taeyong has his eyes closed, earpods blasting music so hard it can easily be heard outside outside, but his expression is different than last time. He seems more focused.
Yuta: "Hey" I say with an cold tone, playing it cool
Taeyong slowly opens his eyes, blinking a few times before scratching his eyes
Taeyong: "what do you want, redhead?"
What do I want? You're leaning against my locker, idiot.
Ok I didn't say it like that.
Yuta: "move, that's my locker" there. Be short and direct. Act like you've always done before that day. Nothing ever happened. He never picked you up and dragged you into that janitor's closet. You never did anything in there.
Taeyong stands back straight, yawning and stretching before looking behind him at my locker.
Taeyong: "woops, my bad" that's so fake.
I push him out of the way and open my locker, stuffing my things inside.
Suddenly a hand slams my locker closed, my body gets spinned around and slammed against said locker.
No. Stop that.
Taeyong's dark eyes, are looking into mine, but they're not like the last time. They're actually imbued with anger.
Even so, he leans closer. 
Too close. Too fucking close. I put my hands in his chest, trying to push him away, but failing in the act.
Yuta: "what the fuck are you-"
He leans even closer, licking his lips slightly, our bodies almost brushing against each other. I have to stop him right now. There's still us in the corridor, I can't allow him to do anything funny. Yet his face leans closer to my ear, his hot breath against my ear making me lose my cool and tense up.
Not again...