Haechan glared at the boy as he tried to focus on the road.
"Come on! Please!" Mark whined as he tried to ignore the growing pain in his lower area.
Haechan tried to show no emotion or what so ever. What the fuck was he supposed to do in this situation?
It was too embarrassing to even think about it right now for fucks sake.
Unconsciously, the younger started to bite his lip getting anxious because of the thick air growing between the two.
"YA! Are you listening?" The black haired hissed getting really impatient now.
"J-just shut up! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?! Don't you feel embarrassed at all, you stupid? If I were you I would've kept my mouth shut." The brunette groaned trying his best to not imagine anything at all.
He just wanted to drop the latter off and go home.
Mark left a loud growl which startled the younger.
The older reached out to the younger's leg and placed his hand on the younger's thigh, tightening his grip slowly.
Haechan let out a small yelp as he bit his lip turning his head towards the black haired sitting next to him.
"W-what the fuck is wrong with you today?!" Haechan yelled getting frustrated
"Either you pay anyone to help me out or you help me out yourself. I fucking can't take these stupid rules! It's not like this situation never happened to you before!" The older hissed, his face showing uneasiness.
"Listen, I'm your fucking manager. My duty is to make sure you follow the rules well so you'll stay safe with a clean reputation. If you have any complaints about the rules, go talk to the company! Why are you yelling at me?" The younger groaned as they finally reached Mark's apartment.
"You know what?! Fuck you and this whole fucking company." Mark hissed as he stepped out of the car slamming the door shut.
He didn't get it, they really think that idols are some dolls or something.
Only allowed to follow what the company tells them to, what the fans want them to, what the media asks them to and what the crowd wants them to do.
It's like they live in a artificial world, an illusion made by the world that this life is perfect.
But it's far from perfect.
Mark was getting tired of it.
Sure he was thankfull that he had lots of people who supported him and loved him.
But was it truely because they loved him or was it the image the company made on display for them to love?
He didn't get to sing the songs he himself, wrote and composed.
He wasn't allowed to say stuff he himself wanted to say.
He wasn't allowed to do anything without the permission of his record label.
Then what exactly was he doing this for?
For his happiness?
He was far from happy.
He thought that atleast Haechan would understand. The only teenager who was allowed to be around him.
But maybe he was wrong.
Maybe Haechan was just doing his job. Only for his job.
