Jinyoung stood up to his feet in a split of second. His body, shivering a little, to see Wonpil red with anger.
"Wonpil, I can explain. Please, just a moment."
But his words just vaporised into the air. Wonpil had stormed to Mark, who was still sitting on the sofa.
He grabbed the collar of Mark and pulled it up so that Mark had to stand up off the sofa.
Jinyoung, who was near them, tried to pull Wonpil back, his hands trying to remove Wonpil's hands from Mark's collar. But all to no avail.
"Please, don't do this. I can explain. Wonpil, stop!"
But his words were late as Wonpil had already punched Mark in the face. The lips bleeded once more, and Mark's eyes were pale, holding no emotion, just in blank staring into nothing.
"Say something, you traitor!" Wonpil's voice was shaking with anger. "Tell you what? I've been suspecting this for a long time. What the hell is between you? Tell me! Don't know what to say?"
Wonpil's hands were still gripping Mark's collar, jerking him when no words came out.
"I can be a good friend but not to this extend. You understand? It's all you, who created this mess. Say! I'm asking you, what it all means. To what extend are you two already? Or is it just you who is persuading him?"
Wonpil's eyes were on Mark, waiting for an answer.
"P-Please, let's all sit down and talk calmly."
Jinyoung tried to ease the situation, but Wonpil did not move a bit, his eyes still penetrating Mark, waiting for an explanation.
But Mark's lips were set in a tight line, and his eyes dropped to the floor, showing no sign of uttering any words.
"You took my trust and friendship for granted. Say something!"
"Wonpil, please, he's hu-"
The sound of another fist landing on Mark's face was heard, and in another moment, Mark was already on the floor, wiping the blood on bhis lips with the back of his hand roughly.
Wonpil went and bent down to pull Mark up again.
"Stop! I said stop! Can't you hear me?" shouted Jinyoung. "He had been already hurt before you came and punched him! Why're you bullying him?"
Wonpil's eyes turned to Jinyoung instead, angry, incredulous and upset.
"Jinyoung, you are defending him! Can't you understand how I am [feeling right now? I thought you were the one who could understand me the most. But now what is it? Don't I deserve you? Didn't you love me at all? Answer this, Jinyoung. Why didn't you run to me to give me comfort but instead, to pull me away from hurting him. Why, Jinyoung? Please, answer this to me, didn't you love me at all?"
Wonpil's voice was cracked at the last words.
"W-Wonpil, you're just misunderstanding. I can explain this. He just c-"
"I don't want to hear this! Didn't you love me? Answer this only."
Jinyoung felt himself deep sinking, with loss of words. He couldn't look at Mark and not even at Wonpil, as he fumbled for an answer.
"I - I... Please, hear me out, I want to-"
"Enough. It's simple but you couldn't say it at once. Jinyoung, look at me," Jinyoung's eyes met his unconfidently. "We're over. Everything, everything, it's all over. You hear?"
"No, no. This is all unnecessary. This is only a matter of misunderstanding. Just let me explain to you once. I was just tending to his bruises because he had a fight. I was just helping him."
"I told you I didn't want to hear this. It doesn't matter. I only believe what I have seen . And what I have seen is enough to confirm all my suspicions. Stay with him if you want. I'm going."
Jinyoung shook his head frantically, going to Wonpil to stop him.
"And you don't need to come to the studio anymore. Good-bye, Jinyoung."
Wonpil turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Jinyoung broke down on the spot, falling on his knees and tears streaming down his face. He had just lost Wonpil, who he had been with for a long time and had been a comfort to him since the day they met. Now, everything just vanished before his eyes in a matter of minutes.
"Why? Why can't he trust me? He's a pal, a pal to me. We've overcome a lot of things together. Now everything is ruined. And you," Jinyoung looked at Mark, who was still on the floor, "You're the cause of all of this. You want me to rot in hell, don't you? Are you satisfied now? Leave, leave me alone."
Jinyoung buried his face in the sofa, and cried in misery. Time seemed to stop, and he felt like all of this was a mere dream, from which he would wake up soon and he would be assured that this was not real.
How long he had been staying like this, he did not know. He had forgotten everything else but his emotions. Until he felt a pair of hands warpping around his body and he was settled against their chest, his face now buried there.
Jinyoung didn't need to look up to see who it was. Because it could be none other than Mark. But he didn't struggle, burying his face in Mark's chest, and his tears wetting Mark's shirt.
Mark rubbed his back soothingly, without saying a word. The whole room was in silence, except for the occasional sounds of Jinyoung's sobbing. They stayed like that for several minutes; but then Jinyoung stood up out of Mark's hold.
Mark looked up at him, in the questioning eyes of asking Jinyoung where he was going. But Jinyoung didn't spare a glance at him, and went straight to his room, and locked the door once he was inside.
Laying down on the bed and closing his eyes, letting the remaining tears fall, he covered himself and tried to forget everything, except the thoughts of how he could explain to Wonpil the next day.
