Choices

Jealousy

After everything that had happened Donghyuck was still having trouble composing himself as he wave's goodbye to Jaemin and lightly opens the front door to his house. It was almost 7. He hadn't realized just how long they spent walking around hand in hand, reminiscing their childhood. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen.

He removed his shoes near the doorway taking measured steps towards his room when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He could swear his soul left his body as he heard the sound of slippers against the hardwood floors. Donghyuck's parents were pretty liberal and understanding but at the end of the day they were still Asian parents. He quickly took out his phone and jumped over the couch trying to look as casual as possible while his heart kept thumping in his chest. Donghyuck tried not to look back hoping whoever was coming downstairs would just ignore him.

"What are you doing up so early?" Came his father's voice from behind him.

Donghyuck was stiffly sitting with his phone in front of him, unable to say anything.

"I just... I woke up early." Donghyuck says finally, still refusing to look back as he unlocks his phone.

"But why are you downstairs?"

"Um... the.... the Wifi is better here." Donghyuck says visibly sweating through his clothes.

"Okay. What do you want for breakfast?" Donghyuck's father asked heading towards the kitchen.

"I think I'll skip. I'm going to be in my room." Donghyuck said getting up from the couch.

"Why are you still wearing jeans?" his dad asks pouring himself a cup of coffee as he looks at his overly dressed son.
"I fell asleep in them." Donghyuck lied, rather impressed at his skills he didn't know he possessed.
"Hmm" was all Donghyuck's father said as he watched his son climb up the stairs and vanish inside his room.
Donghyuck could barely keep his eyes open once his head hit the pillow. He can deal with everything later on; right now he needed his sleep.

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Donghyuck felt happy and somewhat relieved thinking back to everything that had happened the day before. He really wanted to be able to tell his friends about everything that took place, but he didn't want to out Jaemin. They hadn't talked about it as yet and until then he just has to keep his excitement to himself.

"You look happy today." Jeno comments after a while of driving.

"What? Can't I be happy?" Donghyuck asks getting defensive the way he always does.

"No, you just look extra happy today."Jeno says taking a turn, getting closer to their destination as he mockingly asks "Did your sister fall down the stairs again?"

"I wish. The heathens living her best life." Donghyuck says shaking his head.

"Why do you keep insulting your sister anyways?" Jeno says looking sideways towards him.

"You don't know her. She's evil." Donghyuck says

"She's 'your' sister." Jeno says ignoring his dramatic best friend.

"Just drive." Was all Donghyuck said as he folded his arms in front of his chest, looking like a 3 year old.

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Mark hadn't talked to Lucas ever since he walked in on Haechan and him. He never brought it up again and he really hoped he wouldn't for the considerable future. Lucas was well aware of Mark's inability to stay in a relationship or be committed to anyone for longer than 2 days. He was more than supportive of everything that his friends did. Both Mark as well as Jisung always went to him when they needed someone to talk to. Lucas knew everything about Mark, all except for one thing.

Mark hadn't known that he was bi sexual until just last year. The only person who knew about it was his older brother Johnny and now Haechan. Both Lucas as well as Jisung were sweet and caring people no matter how unapproachable they looked. Mark was afraid they wouldn't be as accepting as his brother was. He never told his parents because he knew they were homophobic and the last thing he wanted was to lose his best friends. He really hoped Lucas would be at least half accepting; he really didn't feel like explaining his existence to someone today.

He was currently in his second class of the day that he shared with none of his friends, even though it hadn't even started yet he was ready for it to be over. He liked Economics; he just no longer had any motivation to do anything. Mark just hopes once the deadlines are near his brain will panic and force him to stop procrastinating everything. The only thing he was looking forward to now was the arrival of Haechan. Both of them always sat at the back during most classes. So it didn't seem out of place for them to be sitting beside each other.

Even though they only communicated through texts. Previously they sat together because they didn't know anyone else in class not that they had trouble communicating with others. It's just that they didn't want to, and even though they despised each other then the presence of the other was somewhat reassuring.

Mark would never accept it but he really enjoyed having Haechan around. He was like a constant source of happiness or annoyance but god, did Mark really need to see his blinding smile right now. He tapped is pencil on the desk as he waited for the class to begin. When he noticed someone take a seat to the left of him, he turned in his seat to face the person, expecting it to be Haechan. Instead he was met with the face of a girl staring at him. He was used to the attention he got and even enjoyed it, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least a little annoying sometimes.

He could still feel the girl's eyes on him as he turned his attention to the door. He finally felt relaxed when he saw Haechan; he was one of the very few people he really believed he could talk to anymore. They might not be the most compatible but they had a lot more in common than even they knew. Haechan walked in and instead of sitting where he usually does, he chose to sit in the third row. Mark felt irritated as he saw some other girl take up what should have been Haechan's seat. He stared at Haechan's back noticing him leaning to the side to whisper something to the person sitting beside him.

Mark bent his head to the left to get a better look at the boy who ran his hand up and down Haechan's arm, whispering something back. Mark felt a strange possessiveness in him as he watched them laugh at something inaudible. He vaguely recalls seeing the boy with Haechan in the cafeteria before. He knew Haechan was affectionate in his ways, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as he notices Haechan looking at the others lips hungrily. There was an obvious chemistry between them and seeing them together just made Mark want to punch a wall.

Markoli:
Meet me in the home room after class.

Mark looked up towards where Haechan was sitting as soon as he sent the text. The class had begun and the touching and whispering had momentarily stopped, which he was grateful for. Haechan swiped open his phone that was on his table and immediately turned to look around at Mark. Mark tried not to look apparent as he looked towards the front of the class ignoring Haechan's eyes on him.

Haechan:
I have class after this

Markoli:
We all do
See you there

Haechan sighed as he read the text; he was getting tired of being told to do things by entitled men. He flips his phone over and tries to focus on the book in front of him. He glanced to his side to see Jaemin looking slightly confused as he kept writing down important points. Scribbling notes half in Korean and half in English, kind of how Mark used to do when he first moved to South Korea. He wonders if they would be good friends if they weren't currently in the situation they are now.