After School | Markjinson

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Three rocks hitting his window in rapid succession was Yugyeom's sign that Bambam was outside. Yugyeom opened his window to greet his Thai boyfriend.

"Took you long enough!" Yugyeom complained.

Bambam rolled his eyes, "I had to park away from your house then walk! Just get down here."  Bambam paused before continuing, "Baby it's cold outside~!" 

Yugyeom rolled his eyes, closed his window and rushed downstairs. 

"Woah, where are you going in such a rush?" His mother asked.

"Jinyoung's!" Yugyeom answered hurriedly. 

His mom laughed, "He's just across the street, no need to rush."

Mr. Kim spoke up, "Wear a jacket please." He didn't even look up from his book.

Yugyeom grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, "Okay bye!" He left quickly, unintentionally slamming the door.

"What took you so long?" Bambam asked in a mocking tone.

Yugyeom simply intertwined hands with Bambam, "If I didn't love you, I would have killed you long ago." 

They walked to Jinyoung's house, which was not very far at all and rang on the doorbell. No response came.

"Is he here?" Bambam asked.

"Well his car is here..." Yugyeom trailed off, pressing the doorbell one more time. 

The door opened, Jinyoung snatched Yugyeom and Bambam by the collars into his house. They both fell onto the floor. Jinyoung closed the door and sighed.

"That was so anime..." Bambam whispered under his breath. 

Yugyeom deadpanned and stood up, "Jinyou-"

"I'm fine. That's what you wanted to know right? Well I'm fine, I'm just peachy." Jinyoung said as he sat in his armchair. 

Yugyeom sat on the couch and Bambam sat with him, both knew that something was wrong but what? 

"Liar liar liar." Bambam sung, "Obviously something is bothering you." 

"There's nothing." Jinyoung replied. 

Yugyeom shook his head, "If it was nothing you would have greeted us differently. Jinyoung, we're friends! I know when something is wrong. I may not have been friends with you as long as Jaebum but I know when something is bothering you..." 

Jinyoung sighed and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry for making you worry." 

"No need to be sorry, we all go through shit sometimes..." Bambam frowned, reflecting on life. 

"You want to know what's bothering me?" Jinyoung said as a rhetorical question, "I guess I just want to spend time with my father without him rushing off to work in some other country. I want to have a normal relationship with him because he's all I have left."

"What about your mother?" Bambam asked without thinking, causing Yugyeom to slap his thigh. 

"She's..." Jinyoung shook his head, deciding to finally say the entire truth, "My mother is dead." 

"I thought she was in Australia." Bambam said. 

Yugyeom facepalmed.

Jinyoung explained, "She was buried in Australia."  

"Why? Isn't she Korean? Why would they keep her body in Australia? That's fishy." Bambam explained. 

Jinyoung shrugged, "It's what my father told me..."

"Well your father is a bitch ass whore who doesn't deserve such a wonderful son." Bambam snapped.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes and Jinyoung laughed. 

"Mark, Youngjae and Jaebum are on the way." Bambam said as he texted back Youngjae. 

Jinyoung suddenly got shifty, he hadn't talked to Mark in weeks, he hadn't talked to Jackson in weeks either. 

"It's nice to know both of you are alive and we didn't find a corpse." Bambam joked, slipping his phone back into his jacket pocket. 

Yugyeom agreed and smiled at Jinyoung.

"You haven't even talked to him?" Bambam asked Jinyoung, hoping he would know who 'he' was. 

Thankfully, Jinyoung was a smart man, "No I haven't talked to him either."

"Who is he?" Yugyeom asked, doing finger quotations. 

"No one. It's nothing." Bambam quickly replied.

Yugyeom shook it off but he was still curious of who 'he' was. 

"DING DONG MOTHERFUCKERS-" Mark yelled from outside of the door. 

Yugyeom bursted out laughing and Bambam said something about having the "best dad". Jinyoung rushed to the door and opened it quickly.

"Hey lov-" Mark was cut off by Jinyoung pulling him into a hug rather aggressively. Jinyoung skillfully moved both himself and Mark out of the doorway to let 2jae in.  

"I missed you." Jinyoung whispered.

"I missed you too." Mark whispered back. 

"Markjin is so cute I'm sobbing." Youngjae commented. 

"More like Markjinson is cute." Bambam whispered to himself. 

"What did you say, Bam?" Youngjae questioned.

Bambam dismissed him, "It's nothing." 

Mark and Jinyoung finally split from their hug and joined everyone else in the living room. For hours, they just talked and played around-trying to catch up with everything going on in everyone's respected lives. After a while Jaebum, Youngjae, Yugyeom and Bambam left to do some last minute Christmas shopping, leaving Mark and Jinyoung alone.

"Are you hungry?" Jinyoung asked, looking through the various menus in front of him. Mark sat opposite of him on the kitchen island. 

"Yeah." 

"Is Chinese good?" Jinyoung asked, pulling out his phone.

"Of course." Mark said, strolling through something on his phone. 

Jinyoung side eyed him suspiciously, then called the number to the best take out place he could remember. Once the order was placed he questioned Mark, "Is something wrong?" 

"Have you heard from Jackson at all?" Mark asked, looking up from his phone. 

Jinyoung shook his head, "No but he's probably fine." 

"Jinyoung, I can't text him at all and his instagram doesn't show up for me at all." 

Jinyoung opened up instagram and tried looking up Jackson's username but nothing showed up, "What? Maybe he deactivated?" 

"No, Bambam found his profile with no problem." 

"So he blocked us?" Jinyoung questioned.

"I don't know." Mark sighed.

"That's the only way..." Jinyoung trailed off, not wanting to finish his statement. 

"It's not like we can ask him what's up either." Mark sighed, frustration hinted in his voice. 

The doorbell rang, Jinyoung went to go pay for the food. They ate in silence for ten minutes, until Jinyoung finally spoke. 

"You don't think he wants to break up, right?" 

"No, I don't think so." Mark said, but somehow it felt like a lie. It did feel like Jackson wanted to break up with them. He hoped that it wasn't true but still a small part of him told him that this was the end. 

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I think my next Markjinson story will be like a Mafia style story, the only problem is I've never written anything like that oof