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CHAPTER FIVE waiter.
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"how... what?"
"you heard me right, mark," (m/n) sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands. "he has a fucking boyfriend."
mark stared at the other in disbelief. "a-and he wants to end your 'thing'?" he asked, earning a nod as (m/n) continued to sob.
"he never told me! or anyone, at that." mark said, slumping in his chair as his mind raced.
"hey, it's no big deal," (m/n) said, trying to contain his sobs. he moved his hands from his face and gave mark a weak smile. "we should be happy for him. a-as his... friends."
mark felt his heart ache at the sight of his best friend hurting. he quickly whipped out his phone, sending a text to his beloved donghyuck, before slamming it on the table and raising his hand to call the waiter.
(m/n) only stared at him in a daze, his hands cupping his cheeks as he sniffed and hiccuped, trying his best to calm down.
he didn't realize mark's eyes widening when he saw the good-looking waiter.
"hello, how may i help y- woah, what happened to him?" he asked, pointing at (m/n) and not caring about how he has never met the two before. his voice was deep, and mark was convinced it could hypnotize anybody.
shaking his head, mark gained the waiter's attention. "he's going through some tough times," he said, reaching over and patting (m/n)'s shoulder. the waiter hummed in understanding, sending a look of empathy towards the (h/c) haired male.
"i would like one glass of ice shaken lemon tea, one (f/d), one (f/s)," mark glanced over at the waiter's name tag. "and uhh, taeyong... slip in your number for me, would ya? help a guy out." he whispered, hoping that (m/n) didn't hear as he pointed at him.
taeyong chuckled, nodding his head before writing down mark's actual orders. he flipped to another page and wrote something on it before ripping it, giving the piece of paper to mark.
as taeyong walked to the counter, mark read the numbers that were written in neat handwriting. he grabbed (m/n)'s phone and unlocked it, swiftly typing in taeyong's number.
after he was done, he moved his attention to (m/n), whose head was on the table as he buried his face in his arms; back raising and lowering as he took shaky breaths.
mark reached over and pat his shoulder before ruffling his hair.
