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CHAPTER TWO unrequited.
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"when are you gonna tell him?"
(m/n) shrugged, taking a bite out of his bagel. he ignored mark's stare as he chewed, trying to forget about johnny and anything related to him.
"trust me, mark," he sighed. "dying would be better than getting rejected by him."
mark hummed, resting his head on his palm. "how are you so sure that he'll reject you?" he asked, playing with his straw, mixing the caramel at the bottom of the cup. "for all we know, he could like you too."
(m/n) scoffed and shook his head. "nah, i'm pretty sure he's only here for the affection," he said, finishing his bagel. "just like i am."
mark chuckled. "yeah, sure. but you still managed to catch feelings for him." he snorted, earning a slap on the arm from the other. "what's your relationship anyway?"
"nothing but bros / housemates who cuddle with each other when one of us is stressed," (m/n) stated with a sigh. "no strings attached."
"have you made out?"
"what the fuck, mark."
"what about sex?"
"hell no!" (m/n) yelled out, earning a couple of stares from the other people in the cafe. "dude, i'm not even legal yet, chill. and i know damn well johnny wouldn't want to have sex with someone like me."
"uh huh, sure," mark said, grinning. "but if you confess to him, he'll definitely-"
"reject me."
"no, what-" mark shook his head and laughed. "stop being such a sad piece of shit, (m/n). i'm sure he likes you back."
(m/n) gave him a sarcastic smile. "yeah, and males can get pregnant."
mark furrowed his eyebrows. "the fuck?"
"just stating things that are impossible, other than every goddamned school subject." (m/n) shrugged, sipping on his coffee. "did you know i stayed up to do ms. whats-her-name's project? and she didn't even mention it the next-"
"(m/n), listen to me, you (h/c) haired fucktard," mark said, grabbing the other's shoulders and shaking him lightly. "give it a go. confess to your - future - mans."
(m/n) squinted his eyes and brushed mark's hands off of him. "and risk not getting more hugs from him? uhh, no thanks."
"(m/n) (l/n)," mark said in a warning tone.
"mark lee," the (h/c) haired male copied him.
"just do as i say," mark whined, his intimidating aura from a few seconds ago completely disappearing into thin air. "when have i ever been wrong?"
(m/n) rolled his eyes. "well," he started, sipping his coffee once again. "remember that one time i asked you if mixing soy sauce and wasabi was a good idea? and you said i should eat it after-"
