With every step of Mark, Jinyoung stepped backwards, with enmity in his heart.
"I asked you what the hell it is all?"
Mark smiled but with a spark of malice, taking steps steadily towards Jinyoung.
"Go away! What are you scheming again now?"
At last, his back touched the wall, and Mark with a mocking smile, stepped a few steps more and trapped Jinyoung between him and the wall, with both of his hands placed on the wall, at both sides of Jinyoung.
Their eyes met, Jinyoung's with loathing and Mark's in a sardonic look.
Mark's one hand moved to tilt Jinyoung's chin but the latter pushed it away, half-way.
Mark laughed loudly at this sudden movement of Jinyoung.
"You're insane. You really are. You don't have any moral code. Why are you always abusing me? Go away if you still have some manners."
Mark's hand moved swiftly to grab the back of Jinyoung's head to force it forward but Jinyoung resisted it with the strength he could muster up.
"Manners? They are not important. Why should I let you go now when I've thrown this fucking whole party to get this chance?"
Jinyoung looked at him with an incredulous look and then a frown appeared on his face.
"Nonsense. You're crazy, I tell you. You no more have the right mind."
"You don't believe me? I told Wonpil he was in the priority list for this party, so he would surely come. If he came, I was more than certain, you'd come along too, because he would never go to this kind of occasion alone. And those college friends, I directed them to the bar to distract Wonpil. Now you see? Don't tell me to just go away when I've used that much amount of money and efforts for this."
"And it means you're playing everyone as you like. Your head is full of schemes. Let go of me! I'm not going to stay still here and let you find your filthy ways with me," said Jinyoung, seething.
Mark's hand held the back of Jinyoung's head more firmly and pulled it forward, with his lips trying to catch Jinyoung's brutally. But Jinyoung's hands on his chest were pushing him away.
"Do I still need to remind you that I'm your friend's boyfriend? Do you still remember that?"
Mark laughed loudly and mockingly.
"Should I tell you one thing though?" Mark asked crudely.
Mark's eyes pierced Jinyoung's resentful ones.
When there was no answer, Mark said, "You don't even love Wonpil."
Those words came out steadily but its effect was like a poison to Jinyoung.
"What a nonsense are you saying? Why the hell would you think that I don't love him? Of course, I," Jinyoung felt his confidence losing at that moment. "I love him." It rather came out low.
"Don't force out those words if you don't mean them," said Mark uncouthly, provoking Jinyoung's anger.
"It's not the thing you should be talking about, in the first place. You have no right to assume so and so about us."
"Do you think that I wouldn't have noticed what kind of relationship you two have, during those visits of mine?"
"Wonpil loves me and I-,"
"I know he loves you but you don't love him. I'm not blind not to see that."
Jinyoung bit his lower lip hard both from anger and from loss of words.
"What's your aim? Are you desperate, perhaps, to get someone else's boyfriend? Why don't you find one yourself instead of stealing someone else's?"
Mark laughed in sarcasm at those words.
"I need no boyfriend nor lover. I'm not the type of man who would keep one."
"Then why the hell are you still disturbing me?"
Mark held his piercing gaze on Jinyoung, and said, "Maybe because I probably want to keep you as a pet. This is also another nonsense - you would say so, right?"
Jinyoung looked at him with scorn.
"What? You can't keep those old guys as your pets, right? What a joke I'm hearing."
"Are you being jealous?"
Jinyoung laughed mockingly.
"You're talking nonsense."
Mark smiled but jeeringly.
"Then maybe I'd better not talk anymore."
Mark's hands grabbed both Jinyoung's back and the back of his head, and his lips managed to meet Jinyoung, despite Jinyoung's desperate struggles.
His eyes were reflecting certain detestation and disgust, while Mark's eyes were closed and his head tilted for a better angle.
It was rough and then passionate. Jinyoung's struggles were still strong and filled with antipathy. Everytime, it was he who lost, and everytime, he was defeated, because at the very end, this man always got what he was chasing after, from him. Those thoughts recurred to him in bitterness and hatred.
Jinyoung's hands pushed Mark's chest, but in a moment, Mark's hands grabbed both of Jinyoung's hands and placed each of them at each side of Jinyoung's head, on the wall.
After he had satisfied himself enough, Mark pulled away but his hands were still pressing Jinyoung's against the wall.
"Finished now?"
Jinyoung forced his hands out of Mark's grip, and pushed Mark's chest with such a force that the latter stumbled backwards, unexpected.
"You are sadistic, brutish, and inhuman, I tell you. And I hate you! I'm going to say this for the rest of my life."
Jinyoung walked towards the door but Mark stopped him, yanking his hand.
"What? Aren't you satisfied yet?" asked Jinyoung, livid.
"The hell is that you don't know the way back to the party."
Mark yanked his hand and dragged him to the door, and later along the way back to the frontyard where the party was.
Mark let go of Jinyoung's hand near the pool house and remained behind as Jinyoung walked to the bar with quick and long steps.
He found Wonpil at the table but alone, perhaps waiting for him.
"Have you walked around?"
"Yes," answered Jinyoung, letting out a relieved sigh as Wonpil did not ask many questions and most importantly did not seem to find him suspicious.
