Radio DJ, Listen to my Heart

Memories

"Hey, good job out there Mark. It was a pleasure working with you tonight." Haejung says shaking hands with Mark before leaving. The radio show ended thirty minutes ago and everybody inside the room was getting ready to leave. Jinyoung was frustrated to why Mark was still staying around. He could have just got up and left right when the radio show had ended. Instead, the man chose to stay behind and help clean up.

Grabbing his black messenger satchel bag off the floor Jinyoung was eager to get out. Waving a goodbye to his dongsaeng, Dowoon, who waved back he was out the door. But not before Mark followed right behind him. Ignoring the older male trailing behind him Jinyoung minded his own business. Passing the security guard at the front desk who nodded his head in acknowledgment of Jinyoung who smiled back at him. Pushing past the glass door he was out of the building into the dark night sky of Seoul. Right as Jinyoung turned the corner of the building he hears Mark calling after him.

"Jinyoung. Jinyoung. Wait, Jin-" Mark calls with his steps picking up speed each time he does to catch up with the man he kept calling with no response. Swiveling around in annoyance Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest. Putting a show of utter annoyance.

"What? You want an autograph or something?" Jinyoung inquires arching an eyebrow in the process. Mark skids to a stop a foot away from Jinyoung feeling nervous under Jinyoung's stern stare.

"I just wanted to talk."

"Is this because the audience says you should?"

"No! I wanted to from the beginning when I saw your face." His voice barely a whisper as he looks down at his feet. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"You would have a hunch if you remembered I was majoring in broadcast journalism." That was a direct jab at Mark and Jinyoung knew the older guy didn't deserve that. It wasn't his fault that he suffered amnesia and it wiped Jinyoung clean out of his memories. It was the anger he had built up all these years ago surfing when he's now seeing Mark in front of him. Mark's face flashed with hurt leaving Jinyoung to feel even more guilty. Sighing Jinyoung drops his hands to the side of his body. "I'm sorry, it's just...its been a long time."

God, he sounded so broken he hated himself for it. He shouldn't show Mark just how much he had missed the older. He should be showing just how fine he was when he left four years ago.

Nodding his head Mark repeats the same thing with different words. "It's been awhile." Silence ensues as they both stood there awkwardly. Looks like Mark wasn't all too prepared to confront Jinyoung. "Do you still keep in touch with Jaebum?"

"You still remember him?" Jinyoung asks surprise since his best friend only saw him a couple of times after the accident due to his busy school schedule.

"Of course, he was the guy who sent me off at the airport alongside you. He visited me a couple of times at the hospital and after too." Mark still doesn't have any recollection of knowing the guy but he remembers him nonetheless. "He was the one you cried on."

Startled by this new profound information he didn't think Mark had ever seen him cry after that day he woke up from his coma. He made sure the older male never saw him slip a single tear out of his eyes. "You saw me cry?"

Nodding his head Mark tilts his head slightly to the side deep in thought. "It was the second night after I woke up from my coma. You thought I was asleep and left my room. Through the small window on the door, I made out your figure. You walked up to Jaebum and leaned your head on his shoulder. I saw your shoulders shaking as he patted your back."

Opening his mouth to say something nothing comes out. Jinyoung wasn't sure what to say to that. He never knew Mark saw him cry and yet the older male never said anything about it to him.