Mark watched in amusement as Donghyuck clutched onto the blon-Jaemin's arm talking quietly although his body language showed how excited he was. Donghyuck didn't really have many friends, or any if you excluded Renjun and Lucas, so to see him friendly with someone other than them, it was surprising. It wasn't as if Donghyuck wasn't friendly, he was, but no one liked him. From his dark past in primary school, where he was known as the boy who liked to start fights for no reason, make people end up in the hospital and even disrupt classes, everyone assumed he hadn't changed. And in all honesty, he hadn't. But that was because he was never like that in the first place.
"Little Donghyuck-ie got friends," Seungmin snickered and the others joined him as they stared at the duo across the lunch hall. Mark looked away from the two and glued his eyes to the table. A question in his head as to why they were so concerned about Donghyuck and his life. He had never done anything wrong to them yet they always pestered him.
"You talk so much about him," Renjun started, pushing Mark aside as he took a seat on the table. "It's as if you like him."
"Dude!" Felix laughed loudly, throwing his head back and hit Renjun's arm. "That's funny. Oh my god, that was funny. Liking someone like Donghyuck...wow."
"It wasn't a joke," Renjun rolled his eyes, scoffing when he saw their faces morph into a look of disgust. "You guys make your world revolve around him. Whatever he does, you know about it. It's as if the only thing that matters in your life is Donghyuck."
"Shut up," Jisung spoke up as Renjun finished. "We could never like that guy."
"Then why are you so obsessed with him?" Mark gulped as Renjun and Jisung began to argue. It was a known fact to never argue with Renjun. He was the nicest out of all of them, but he was also the most competitive. If he knew he was right, then he would be able to make up a whole 10-point argument about why he was right. Jisung, on the other hand, normally didn't get into fights, not wanting to cause any conflict within the group.
"I just don't like his existence," Jisung huffed out and got up from his seat, Felix and Seungmin following in pursuit. "Anyways, whatever, Renjun. Keep defending that weirdo as much as you want, I keep forgetting you're just like him."
Before Renjun could say anything else, they spun on their heels and left the hall. Renjun rolled his eyes at their dramatics and sighed to himself. "Running away, as per usual," he mumbled, casually peeling his wrapper off his wrap and brought it to his mouth. "I feel bad for Donghyuck, he doesn't deserve any of this."
Mark watched as Lucas hummed in agreement and turned to him, waiting for something. Mark didn't know what he was expecting, but he felt bad seeing the disappointment in his older friend.
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"Hi, I'm Na Jaemin," the blonde held a hand out to Mark, surprising him as he looked up from his homework. The library was almost empty, apart from the few students to Mark's left. Jaemin blinked down at Mark before repeating himself. "I am Jaemin."
"Uh, yeah," Mark shook his hand and then dropped it to his lap. "I'm Mark."
"I know who you are," Jaemin smiled widely, taking the seat next to him. "You're friends with Renjun and Lucas. You see, I'm friends with Donghyuck and that's how I met them and we started-wait I'm getting off track," Mark almost felt laughing at how quickly Jaemin had changed the subject of the conversation, that was until he spoke again. "I'm here to talk about Donghyuck."
"Donghyuck?" Mark wondered what had been going on recently for everyone to suddenly start coming to him to ask him about Donghyuck. First, it was Baekhyun and Chanyeol, then his own parents kept shooting questions at him every time he came home ("How's Donghyuck?" They'd ask and he would be forced to give them a grin and a small, "great") and now Jaemin was on his case. Did Donghyuck say something to them?
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