Until The End ; Markjin (HIATUS)

Chapter 11 (Markjae Story pt1)

Youngjae's exhausted. He doesn't mean physically (which could count), but emotionally. He hates everything Jaebum is, he hates everything Jaebum has become. Adding to the Jaebum situation, he's probably going to have to deal with it more often now that the older knows where he works. 

Mark was there to protect me from Jaebum one night, but it doesn't mean he'll always be here to protect me. Youngjae felt angered. He always did what he was supposed to, he was sweet, he was gentle with others, he helped people a lot, at least he tried to be an actual good person instead of being a full-time asshole. What did he do to deserve this, to be pushed around by a bunch of idiots. To have to act like everything in his life is fine because no one would listen. He must've killed someone in his past life because whatever he did do, he knows he doesn't deserve this. Or maybe he does. 

Everything in his life was hell anyway, his parents weren't always there to support him. His mother works hard for the family (that barely survives as it is), she often got too sick and was released from the job because she had to travel a lot. His father who was an alcoholic, used most of the money that was earned while his mother could work, on alcohol. Most of his anger of being able to drink or work properly was taken out on his mother. The long list of things he wished he could unsee when it came to his father. The cheating, the lying, the drinking, the abuse. Once Youngjae turned 15, he spent his nights working so that he could pay for his mother's medical bills. Over time his mother only got worse so he decided to get a real job. Youngjae almost left school, his job was a waiter at the most expensive restaurant in the city was all too tiring if he wanted to pursue his studies and be a student. He's not even sure if he'd gotten the job fairly, or if it was out of pity. 

His older sister, Jieun, took over before things got worse. Her job payed her well, which is why she left when he was 10, to pursue her studies. She worked in a tiny office for hours, working her way up in status and getting closer to the CEO of the company she worked at. But she never overstepped her boundaries. She moved Youngjae into her apartment after finding about the way he was living at home. He quit his job, and became a better student. Hoping that when he started his sophomore year in high school things wouldn't be so bad. He hoped his friends would treat him well, and that they had nice parents to go home to and eat dinner with. Parents that didn't abuse them and get released from work because of health issues. Parents that wouldn't abandon them even when they did stupid things. Parents who loved them, and cherished them for what they could do. 

He met amazing friends; Jinki, Kibum, Jaebum, Taekwoon, Changkyun, Kihyun, Xiumin, Yoo Youngjae. These were all his closest friends, even when Xiumin moved. He called his friends every night to tell him about his experiences with the cute girl from class B.  Youngjae usually made up stories of cute girls he saw in the hallways, even though by then he was sure about his sexuality. He hasn't told his friends yet, but he was sure they got the hint by then. Him dodging any girl questions thrown his way, but still listening to stories that his friends told. 

His friends were very protective of the small boy. He was their child  in their eyes. Youngjae found it ridiculous sometimes, but he loved it more than he said so. Even if they sometimes embarrassed him by squeezing his cheeks and calling him baby boy in front of his older sister. But she just laughed along and left them alone to study. 

It wasn't too long until Youngjae crossed paths with his father, on the way home from school. Youngjae was walking with his friends, laughing over what now Youngjae thought were stupid stories about liking the girls who  Changkyun tried tried getting panties from. 

"Youngjae-yah!" The old man yelled. Youngjae remembers this memory too well. They were all laughing as they passed the quiet bar on their way homes. The laughing ceased and they all stopped once the voice boomed into their conversation, they turned towards the voice. An old man, that Youngjae barely calls a father stood there. He reeked of it. The smell that made his nose scrunch in disgust. The all too familiar breath of an alcoholic. All Youngjae did was stand frozen. His red uniform which should've blended him in with the others, made him feel impossibly noticeable from a mile away. He gulped loudly, his whole body going cold. He opened his mouth to say something, anything along the lines 'stop, I don't know you' but all that came out was a desperate whimper. He tried moving when he realized he didn't say anything. His heart beating out of his chest as the man he dares call a father approaches them.