The Melody Of The Heart [Markjin] Completed

III

"What are you doing here? I thought we said what we had?" The boy said surprised at the presence of his ex-boyfriend in front of his house. Sitting at the front porch as his hair was ruffled by the wind and his face covered with golden rays from the setting sun. His stature now wrapped in grey-ash hoodie as he played with his ring around the finger.

"Perhaps. But not quite." Jinyoung said, his chocolate eyes lifting to lock them with Mark's. Despite the golden hour of sunset that enlightened Jinyoung's face, the latter was lost in the depths of chocolate golden-seeped irises. He would lie if he said, I do not miss them, "You talked, now you listen. Of course, if you want to."

"Whatever you say, won't change anything. You're aware of that? Even if I listen." Said the male, approaching the sitting one and climbing on the front porch to move past him. The keys jiggled silently, but the sound appeared to be louder than it should have been.

"Does that mean you'll listen or not?" The older asked after some time of silence. The heavy and old decks of the front porch, creaked with the heaviness leaning on them as older walked to behind the black-haired male.

"Oof." He replied silently, entering the house and taking off his shoes. The doors still opened as he clinged onto the knob. His eyes locked with Jinyoung, as he moved out of the way inviting the male inside of his house with swift movement of the hand, "Take off your shoes and come in."

"Thank you." he uttered as he moved past Mark and doors closed leaving them in complete silence in the dark hallway. As if house was haunted, every light in the house was turned off, except for the one coming from the room they soon entered.

"What do you drink?" the voice echoed in the small room, the weak light of sun setting down in flames peeked from the windows and curtains that was embroided. Mark opened the fridge, looking over his shoulder at Jinyoung.

"Water, please." He said, weirdly shifting on the couch full of clothes as hoodies, sweats and some shirts, until he got comfortable. Tossing the clothes on the other side of the sofa he looked at Mark with calm eyes and small smile.

"Sorry for the mess, cleaning is not in Jackson's vocabulary." Mark said bringing the glass of water to the male who snapped his eyes up as he took it.

"So you're still rooming with Jackson? Impressive." Jinyoung uttered bitterly and in sarcastic tone that latter despised quite much. Although he ignored the statement sitting on the armchair across from Jinyoung and leaning on his elbows, "Even after all this time, are you quite clueless to his feelings for you?"

"Not really, I'm highly aware. As we happened to share more than just house and room." Mark said nonchalantly, slightly proud at the twist on Jinyoung's face that crunched in displease and frown engraved on his face. And at that given moment he regretted for bringing Jackson up, as his mind was pure mess of utterly insane thoughts and ideas but also a lots of facts that he needed to sort out

"Oh... I see." He said, after he was left speechless and silence invaded the space around.

"Lots of things changed after you left, and if you are to blame me for finding comfort in Jackson, then you should leave." Boy replied simply and tired, observing his ex-boyfriend, ex-friend. He was beyond tired for another offense and defense of words exchanged between them.

"No, I don't blame you. Just surprised." Jinyoung was finally able to coprehend the situation and reply as calmly as possible, "But yeah, I would like you to listen."