𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈. ⚣ 2Jae

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"We all know the only person you're worried about is Jungwoo".

Wonpil addressed Jaebum as the group were heading into the school.

"Hell yeah, Jaebum started hanging with us and quickly turned into a slut".

Jooheon added, flaring laughter from the rest. Youngjae was sure to throw his hood on and make his walk slow and steady before he headed in behind them. Whilst they were talking all the younger could do was stare at Jaebum, analyzing his facial expressions and reactions.

He grinned, he smiled, and he laughed. It was like the break up didn't phase him, not one bit. He longed for Jaebum to just stop and chain his eyes with his, but that didn't happen. Youngjae would do anything to have him back.

He'd do anything to smell his scent, to be around him in his arms just one more time. Physically, the younger left Jaebum. But it was his heart that resided.

"Excuse me sir, what's your name?".

Youngjae jumped back as a face appeared below, peaking into the his hoodie. His fright escaped once he recognized Mark.

"Mark! I could've killed you".

"Ha! Yeah right. Youngjae you couldn't hurt a fly. Let alone killing me. Hey why do you have that hood on your head like that?".

Youngjae began trudging down the halls with Mark following close behind.

"I don't, I don't want anyone to see me".

"Why not? Everyone already knows what you look like".

"It's not that, I just don't want to draw any attention. I want to be alone".

Mark leaned against the locker next to youngjae's watching him open it to grab his things for class. He skimmed his eyes over the distressed expression that took over the younger's face. Almost as if he wanted to cry. Pouted lips, droopy eyes and messy hair. And the older didn't like it.

"I don't like that look. What's wrong?".

"It's nothing, Hyung".

He lied, sliding his homework inside his arm before closing the locker.

"Youngjae, we are friends now. You can tell me what's wrong with you. I don't judge and i never will. Isn't that what you said to me at the office?".

Youngjae bites the insides of his cheek, toying with the notebooks in his hand.

"Yes".

"So tell me what it is".

The bell rung, dashing through the hallways with the job to annoy everyone who weren't present for class. Mark could care less.

"It's like he doesn't even care about me anymore Hyung".

"Who? Are you talking about Jaebum?".