My Muse

18

Too many days had passed.

Nearly a week.

No contact with Mark whatsoever.

Jinyoung was growing antsy.

Mark was a drug he was badly addicted too, and Jinyoung realized that he was going through a withdrawal period. But the drug of love wasn't harmful. Too much or too little of it could be dangerous, but the perfect amount was necessary for humans to live.

Jinyoung was being deprived of it though. It wasn't Mark's fault, honestly it was his own. He started the whole 'ignoring one another' phase between them, and he never regretted a decision more in his life. It was his selfishness, his jealousy, his refusal to settle with being 'just friends' that ruined their relationship. He pushed Mark away with the intent of protecting their friendship, and he just ended up hurting it more.

He was desperate though. So desperate to try and fix everything. To see Mark's adorable face and beautiful smile and glittery eyes again— so desperate to get Mark back.

He couldn't stand the distance.

He has to see him.

In a funny way, the tables had turned. Jinyoung was now being pushed away and ignored. And he was now about to leave his apartment to run to Mark and beg for him back.

He hated himself for putting Mark through all that. Even if Mark didn't care for him as a lover, he obviously still cared so much as a friend, and made an effort to try and make things better between them.

Jinyoung had to be the one to fix it. He started it all, anyway.

It was in the middle of the day when he decided to get off his ass and throw on some clothes, not even paying much attention to what he was wearing. A hoodie and sweatpants were good enough for him.

He knew Mark was at work. And luckily it was nearby. Jinyoung sped out the door to hopefully find Mark there.

The entire time he was walking the few blocks to Mark's job, he was thinking of what to say. Or what to do. He didn't even know if Mark wanted to see him. Obviously he didn't, but still, Jinyoung needed to talk to him.

He ended up having to go with the flow, since he couldn't figure out what to do before arriving at the store Mark worked in. He walked into the building, a blast of cold air hitting his skin and goosebumps prickling along it. He looked around, walking a bit deeper into the store, his eyes scanning the place to find the familiar face he was searching for.

He finally glanced over at the register counter, and there he found his target. Standing there, wiping the counter down with a cloth, porcelain skin and auburn hair gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the store, was Jinyoung's entire heart and soul. He was immediately magnetized, his body being pulled towards Mark who was totally unexpecting Jinyoung's arrival. The elder jolted when Jinyoung grabbed his wrist and gave it a firm tug.

"Mark, I need to talk to you." He blurted out, less practiced than he imagined it to sound, but it didn't really matter.

Mark's eyes widened, the cloth in his hand instantly falling onto the counter as he gazed at the younger. "Jinyoung? The hell are you doing here? I'm working."

"Just give me five minutes, come." Jinyoung turned and lead Mark towards the exit, though it was a bit hard to drag him out with the elder pulling the opposite direction.