li(n)ked | markhyuck ; jaeyong ; jaeno

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"what do you want to drink?"

slowly, mark lifted his head to gaze at the man sat in front of him, taking his eyes off his hands, minseok was wearing perfectly clean clothes and his outfit was pretty elegant, and of course his sleek hair was perfectly done. it constrated strongly with how he looked, he was wearing his two times too big university's - he didn't go to for months- sweatshirts and his hair mass looked more like a bird nest than his usually beautiful blond curls.

he stared at him with his sunken eyes, showing he had a significant sleep deprivation, he answered in a hoarse voice :

"nothing."

in just a few seconds, the oldest's face and behaviour completely changed. the others usually thought minseok was a charming man and that he was devoid of malice, in fact, it was just an illusion. mark didn't know if it was his fault - it was a question he often asked himself, but when they moved in together a while before they broke up, he discovered his true colours. and when he downloaded li(n)ked back then, it saved him from his boyfriend's control :

"mark, what do you want to drink?"

minseok said, every syllable distinct, implicitly threathening the boy who was nonchalantly sitting on the chair right in front of him :

"bleach."

the oldest's fake laugh echoed in the small cafe when he noticed the taken aback -and even slightly shocked- glances of the other customers, he then kicked mark's legs with his foot under the table, in order to call him to order. the canadian boy shot him a bad look, restraining himself from insulting him :

"why do you absolutely want to come here and drink something? we can just go to your place directly...so it's over faster."

a sly smile grew on minseok's lips when he heard what the other man just said but while he was opening his mouth in order to speak, the shop-bell rang once again,and his smile grew big and broad. smiling like an idiot, he put his bony hand on top of mark's. mark's voice vibrated with anger :

"what do you think you're doing?"

the canadian boy was going to pull his hand away when the korean one violently and strongly squeezed his fingers, he didn't care one whit if it was hurting the other :

"nothing, love."

mark gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, at this very moment, if looks could kill, minseok would be dead :

"let my hand go."

the man in front of him smiled once again, his eyes almost closing, as if he was saying "not even in your wildest dreams". slowly, the youngest's whole body started to slightly tremble and get really hot, as if he was a bomb about to blow up. however, in a low voice and a menacing tone, he said :

"let my hand go, xiumin."

"xiumin" lost his smile and his brows furrowed, clearly showing his dissatisfaction. mark knew that he hated being called by this nickname, only his family members were able to call him that :

"minseok, mark, it's minseok for you.

-i'll repeat one last time : let my hand go xiumin."

clicking his tongue, he faced him and met his glower, watching all the emotions his eyes could express, however one was predominant : anger. yes, in this very moment, minseok was furious, and his aura could scare more than one person.

but the oldest fixed his gaze on something behind him, as if he had just noticed something that was bothering him, and all of the sudden, his lips parted in a smile. an evil smile and it wasn't a good sign, a shiver of fear went up and down mark's spine, it rang alarm bells in his mind, telling him to stand up and walk out. but when he felt his hands violently trembling as if she just woke up and also wanted to run away, minseok whispered so only mark could hear him, surprisingly his voice soft despite the actual situation :