been you | mt+ijb ✓

06

"Jaebum!" Mark yells, knocking insistently on Jaebum's front door. "Jaebum, come here!"

"Coming!" Jaebum yells. He's already scrambling down the stairs in a panic, blindly reaching for the door, because Mark never yells which mean something's happened –

He flings the door open, expecting to see his best friend bloodied and half-dead, and is surprised to find him very much okay and clutching a letter in his hand.

Maybe, Jaebum will admit, he's been a little paranoid when it comes to Mark.

"What – " Jaebum pants, staring, "What happened?"

"I got in," Mark says, bouncing on his feet as he hands the letter over. "Jaebummie, I got in!"

Jaebum pauses for a second in confusion before looking down at the paper in his hands. Then he catches sight of Congratulations! and understanding hits; he shrieks excitedly, grabbing Mark and pulling him into a tight hug.

(Silently he wonders when Mark got to be only an inch shorter than him, but he doesn't voice it aloud.)

"I knew you would," he breathes. "I'm so proud of you."

Jaebum's letter had come two days ago, but only now that Mark's acceptance is confirmed does it really set in. They're eighteen, they're grown up, they're going to college – better yet, they're going to college together.

Mark's smiling so wide Jaebum's sure his cheeks are going to hurt. "I'm proud of us," he says. "We made it."

Jaebum laughs, deep and breathy and completely overcome with relief as he pulls back to look at his best friend. "Yeah," he says, "we did."