Until The End ; Markjin (HIATUS)

Chapter 12 (Markjae not so Markjae Story pt2)

"Youngjae!" Mark called from the crowd as he pushed his way to the bar in the far corner of the brightly lit club. The music was too loud, the younger couldn't hear him.

Jesus, I'm not used to this. He thought, pushing his way through the field of sweaty and intoxicated bodies. The stench of body odor and alcohol hanging heavily in the air, making him feel more nauseous. The lights hurt his eyes, the blotches of light he saw when he looked away not helping his nerves. "Youngjae!" He called again when he heard the clinking of glasses and loud laughter which he hoped was coming from the bar. He sighed, feeling slightly less stressed by the whole thing once he reached a smaller group of people so he made his way to the bar quickly, calling the younger's name once more before the younger actually looked towards him and smiled. He smiled back, rushing his way through the smaller crowd without thinking about anything. Taking a final push to the people around him to make it through before being grabbed by the back of his jacket collar by someone behind him.

"Watch it asshole!" The man behind him grunted loudly, that voice. Mark thought. That voice seems to follow him everywhere.. Mark's heart fluttered but at the same time it hurt.  He couldn't understand anymore. Not with him. Not with the boy. Mark turned to see none other than Park fucking Jinyoung standing in front of him, a glass in his hand full of whatever . Mark feels like he should be surprised, but he really isn't. He felt more hurt by the gesture than anything. Jinyoung's eyes seem to widen when he realized he grabbed Mark's shirt, slowly letting go of his fistful of Mark's shirt. Mark hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt, the younger's hand remaining on his chest above the wrinkles on the elder's shirt. Mark didn't realize their closeness until the smell of alcohol from Jinyoung's breath hits his senses, making his nose scrunch. He backs away a little, his heart beating a million miles per hour. Jinyoung bows his head slightly.

"Sorry Mark." He said, making the older freeze up. When the younger faced him, his face reddening out of embarrassment, Mark simply patted his head giving him a forgiving smile

"It's okay, Jinyoungie." The younger's eyes moved up to meet Mark's, then quickly looking away. His cheeks turning a deeper red. Mark hadn't really noticed the crowd around them getting bigger, the people around them pushing them closer together. Jinyoung seemed to have noticed too, comfortably moving himself closer together. Only a slight height difference, making Mark feel awkward since he was the shorter one of the two yet the oldest. (BIG MOOD MARK)

"I hate when people call me that.." Jinyoung said, his facing inching closer to Mark's, the older couldn't move. Heat rising in the pit of his stomach. Youngjae.. What about Youngjae..? Mark opened his mouth, feeling embarrassed.

"Soㅡ" Jinyoung shushed him.

"I like it when you do it.. for some reason.." He whispered, the words barely making it to his ears. The younger's breath fanned over his lips an his eyes closed. Mark swallowing whatever pride he had left. He put his hands on the younger's chest, trying to push him away only to grab him and bring him closer. Their lips so close, Mark could scream. Heat pulsed through his body, looking into the other's eyes ran shivers down his spine. Mark seemed to completely forget about the bitter alcohol in Jinyoung's breath as their every breath mingled.  The only things that stopped him was the hand on his arm. The small, chubby hand on his...

"Youngjae." Mark whispered against Jinyoung's lips, pushing Jinyoung away.

"What?" Jinyoung asked.

"Youngjae!" Mark turned to the boy who was facing the floor, no longer looking in the mood to dance.

"Can we go home now?" He asked like a child who kept nagging their mom to leave the grocery store. Mark looked at Jinyoung who looked ten shades paler than a minute ago, then back at Youngjae who looked around ready to cry. Then he nodded, grabbing Youngjae's hand and pulling him back to the elder's apartment.