insane because of you

◇chapter ten◇

Third person's POV:

Weeks. Months. Two months. Just how much longer will he be gone? The police had given up looking for Yuta long ago, and even if he tries not to, Mark is losing hope. He has looked for him everywhere, asking residents to all the places he likes to go to, calling him nonstop, insisted with the police officers, all for nothing.
His family tried to get him to accept it and let it go, but he refuses. He's not giving up on his best friend until he himself sees his dead body.
Now he's walking down an empty street, a few bars crowded as dinner time is over.
he's going to find him. Even if it takes months, even years.
As he keeps walking, he ignores the calls from his family and friends, saying it's late and it could be damgerous... Whatever, Mark doesn't care. He keeps on walking, searching, in every corner of the city and the towns close to the city, hell even further.
Hours passing by feeling heavy on the boy's back, he has skipped meals, school, and he wil keep doing it to do everything it takes to find something, even just a small, innocent, useless clue that Yuta is still out there and he's alright.
His tired eyes could give up on him at any secome, but they are sealed open for anything that could happen, any clue. Suddenly they open wider, they sparkle, Mark gets hit with a so stromg wave of relief and happiness that instead of letting it all out he keeps quiet.
A tall figure in the distance, slim, red hair, and... The hoodie Mark himself gifted Yuta for his birthday last year. There's no doubt about it, that's his best friend.
His body moves on his own and he starts running towards him, like he used to do everyday in school in that long corridor.
As he gets closer, the figure freezes, and Mark stops in his tracks. He could swear he saw him flinch, and it felt weird, almost made him grow worried as he got a closer look at him: bruises, slight cuts, ripped clothes... the hoodie with a big red stain on the back.
Mark: "Yuta?" the boy's voice almost cracking while softly letting out those words.
The figure in front of him relaxed instantly hearing that voice, turning around in an instant with a mixture of shock and fear in his eyes before almost jumping into his friend's embrace.
Mark could feel his eyes watery, shutting tightly, letting some tears slip out, soft sobs coming from both of them.
There's no use to start an interrogation, Mark is just glad Yuta is ok, right there, with him.

On the other hand, Taeyong was starting to get tired of his passion. Not because he doesn't like dancing anymore, but for a teenager who has nothing but confusion in his head anything that could stop him from clearing said confusion is considered an obstacle. He has been trying to look for Yuta, secretly scheming with his dad's secretary, skipping classes and even tried running away from home, which obviously didn't work since his mansion is full of security cameras. This behavior of his has caught the attention of his father, who has been keeping his eye on him way more than before. Again, strict parents and rebel children don't get along, so now Taeyong is throwing a temper tantrum with Kang because the all mighty Mr Lee doesn't let him go hand out with Jaehyun and WinWin.
Taeyong: "Oh come on! Just let me leave!"
Kang sighs, still blocking the door of the boy's room while shaking his head.
Kang: "I am sorry, but I cannot do that"
At that answer Taeyong throws himself on the bed, letting out a frustrated scream in his pillow before sitting back up, angrily digitating his friend's number on his phone and waiting inpatiently for someone to pick up.
Jaehyun: "hey, where the hell are you? I don't want to be third wheeling alone while WinWin eats his girlfriend's face" he sounds annoyed, clearly speaking loudly to make the couple hear his discomfort
Taeyong: "I can't come because my dad locked me up, can you believe it?! I'm about to turn nineteen and he keeps ordering me around as if I'm some kind of child!"
Jaehyun sighs after hearing his friend's complaints. and stays quiet for a second, then suddenly he gets an idea.
Jaehyun: "Ok well, if you can't leave your house, then can I come to yours?"
A great idea, but Mr Lee already predicted it and took action.
Taeyong: "no shot, my dad put Kang to guard the door and prevent anyone to come into my room and me from leaving it"
Jaehyun: "damn bro, where are you, in prison?"
At this point, it really feels like it.
Taeyong doesn't know why his father would come to such restrictions, he didn't do anything wrong, so he started thinking about that loss at the dancing competition months before. Just like that, the boy started blaming himself and thinking he's not good enough for his dad, that he disappointed him, and stopped trying to leave his room. All he did was looking at the ceiling, the feeling of guilt strong in his gut, but there's just one thing he can't forget about: where the hell is Yuta?

so uhm... I AM ALIVE, somehow, school has finishes two days ago so I'll have more time to write and hopefully update more frequently

sorry for the short chapter, this was going to be longer but then I got an idea that forced me to change the way I devided chapters soooooo the next one will be way longer and complete I promise, just bare with me