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CHAPTER FIVE THE NEW GIRL
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"Where actual fuck is Lee Donghyuck?" Mark stormed downstairs, nearly tripping over his own feet. He missed a step and he swore, as he flew through the air toward the floor for a moment, that his life was about to end. But, he managed to regain his balance and land on the floor smoothly.
The boys at the bottom turned to look at him, chuckling at his clumsy behaviour. The male cleared his throat, asking the question again (without cursing this time. Truthfully, he hadn't meant to the first time. But tripping down the stairs made his heartrate accelerate exponentially) The boys exchanged glances. Jeno shrugged, "I have no idea." It wasn't a lie. He truly didn't know anything about last night's incidents.
Unlike Jaemin, who felt his heart hammer with guilt. It was wrong to keep this a secret. But, he knew the two would be in so much trouble if Mark found out what they'd done. So he kept his mouth shut, lying that he had no clue about their whereabouts.
"Have you seen him, Nana?"
The boy shook his head, frowning deeply. You two owe me bigtime for this. "I haven't. Maybe they went out or something."
"Yeah, probably," Mark scratched his head. He heaved a long sigh. "But, why now of all times? Ayesha's probably gonna be here any minute."
"Oh?" The male let out, not knowing how to react to the news. The one thing he did know was that he was going to be excited to see her again.
"Someone is eager," Jeno coughed, bringing his fist over his mouth. Jaemin elbowed him in the stomach and he yelped. "Why are you so mean to me?"
"I'm the nicest guy you know," he flashed the other male a bright smile. Jaemin turned back to Mark.
"I prefer your brother," the slightly older male chuckled. "Ah, Minhee should've been here. I miss having him around."
"And suddenly I'm not enough for you," Jaemin clutched the material over his heart dramatically. "Falling for my brother and not me."
"Shut up," Jeno hit him playfully. He hugged the boy tight and laughed, "You're still my favourite person."
"The gays are winning!" a high pitched voice screamed from across the room. The pair turned their heads to the source of the voiceㅡ and of courseㅡ Zhong Chenle. The pink haired boy next to him gave him a strange look. "What?" Chenle asked.
"Nothing," the boy snickered, walking toward the speaker by the wall.
"You always say that when you're thinking some devious stuff. It's the 'Jisung' look," the orange haired boy reminded him.
