the boys are back at it again, but this time with teachers at their throats and ding dongs killing off their mitochondrias.
[sequel to ; boys just wanna have fun]
[slow updates]
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"God, Renjun. What will I do? My dad's gonna have my head if I bring this up." Mark groaned, burying his head into his arms.
"How much do you want this?" On the other end of the Skype call was none other than Renjun, who seemed to be trying to shove in some late night studying, but Mark surely interrupted with his emergency midlife crisis call. It hasn't been a full hour and Mark's already a mess.
"Honestly? More than anything." He responded, now properly facing Renjun.
"It sure doesn't look like it though." Renjun sighed and adjusted his position a bit. "Listen here buddy, nothing's going to happen if you don't do anything. I'd say, go talk to you dad for once. Tell him everything you told me—"
"But he'll kill me though! He's been wanting this since...since I was like five or something!" Mark ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly, ready for another face plant onto the table. His forehead be damned.
"You don't know that for sure. It's better to just tell him now than regret it later on."
"You sound exactly like my mom, dude." He groaned, exasperated.
"But I'm not, so get your ass back to work and think about it. It might not be as bad as you may think, and that's coming from the kid who just escaped an arranged marriage slash getting sold off." Renjun really wasn't having any of Mark's bullshit right now, especially when the latter interrupted his precious cram study sesh.
"You had people there with you Jun. I'm here, by myself. None of you are here with me to plan elaborate escape plans that involves blasting 'Hollaback Girl' while strutting in six inch heels, or march up to my father to give him a piece of your mind." The more Mark realized how alone he was, the more discouraged he got. He doubts any of them had the time of day to fly out of country again on another escapade, because they had their own lives to live too. During that time, they missed so much and Mark couldn't bear to let them go through that much stress again. Especially Donghyuck. The boy had complained on countless occasions on how catching up was such a pain in the ass, adding on to the mental breakdowns in between. He didn't want them to go through that because of him.
Something flashed across Renjun face, before he continued on, "We may not be there physically but we're rooting for you as much as we can here. Confronting your dad about all of this is your best bet. Besides, we know you can do this. Don't forget that your are capable even though you practically share a brain cell with the rest of us." He took a deep breath. "He'll listen. He has to."
Mark scoffed, "Yeah, he's been doing that a whole lot lately."
"Hey, take that sarcasm out the door right now. Have a little faith in your dad. He wouldn't put you up to that position if he didn't trust you."
In ways, Mark did wish that his dad wasn't so money hungry, engulfed in the world of business. Countless times had his mom recounted to the moments before fortune. Where his dad smiled more, laughed more...seemed more dad-like. She told him that she didn't recognize him anymore, and to be honest, neither did he.
