Prince Blood | {Markson}

•FIFTEEN•

Third Person P.O.V

It's been 5 months.

5 months since the day a certain couple came to being,

5 months since Mark became the happiest person alive,

5 months since Youngjae started listening to his best friend's rants about his lovely boyfriend, though still happy for him,

But only a few days until all of this comes to an end.

Mark P.O.V

I skipped my way to Youngjae, who was, as usual, busy grabbing books from his locker silently.

"Hey JaeJae!" I greeted him with a smile. "Someone seems unusually happy today." He commented after giving me a simple wave as we walked to first period together. "So, what's the reason behind this rare ray of sunshine I have beside me right now?"

I grinned wider. "Guess who's five month anniversary is it?" I answered excitedly and Youngjae rolled his eyes but smiled with me. "Awe, you're head over heels over him. It's cute but annoying."

I immediately lost my grin and snapped at him (playfully), "Did you just call me annoying?!" I shouted. "What're you gonna do about it?" He laughs and starts to run away with a pile of books still in his hands.

"YAH CHOI YOUNGJAE YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW BEOFRE I MURDER YOUR UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BUTT!" I screamed. Talk about not bringing attention to myself.

I chased him down the hall, and I was pretty sure everyone was staring at us, but oh well.

Suddenly, I saw him stop. Or rather, bump into someone. No, it wasn't as dramatic as the movies and books, no, his belongings did not scatter everywhere, he just simply bumped into someone.

As I walked closer, I saw it was Jaebum. It was weird. They kind of just stood there, staring at each other. A few seconds past by, and Youngjae shook his head and apologized.

Jaebum gave him a weird look. I couldn't really define what it was, it looked like annoyance but not quite the same. I just shook the thought away and went to greet Jaebum, as Youngjae disappeared off to who knows where.

"Hey Jaebum-hyung, how are you?" (Remember he's older? Yeah.) he still looked kind of out of it, but responded, "Huh? Oh. I'm fine. What class are you going to?"

"Math. Same as Youngjae." I replied, but at the mention of Youngjae's name, something didn't feel right again. "Well, Mark. I'll see you later. Bye." With that, he walked off to his first period.

Is there something wrong between Youngjae and Jaebum? Maybe I should ask him one day. The bell rang and I realized I would be late if I didn't hurry up.

I ran to the classroom, almost tripping on my own feet, got to my desk and dumped my books on the table. Jackson was sitting behind me.

"Hey Jacks." I turned around and greeted him, still breathing heavily. He looked up and smiled at me, but it wasn't quite the same as always, I couldn't pin point why.

It had a hint of a smirk? Or something along those lines. Was something wrong? Before I could really ask him anything else, the teacher came in, and Jackson lowered his head again.

In the middle of a class, a tiny piece of paper was thrown from behind me. I was slightly startled by the sudden flying object, and looked back to confirm, that it was in fact, Jackson who had thrown the paper.

He motioned with his head for me to read the paper, so I did what he wanted me to do.

Meet me by the tree besides door number 3 at lunch. I need to tell you something.