losing you. || markhyuck

1. l.m.

"Don't you think you have done enough for now? I thought we wanted to go somewhere today?"

"I just want to finish this, alright? We can spend some time tomorrow or at a different time."

Always.

"What's up with you lately? You're always ditching me and don't have time for literally anything!"

"Well is it my fault, that this is my fucking job?"

"I just wonder why you're the only one here who struggles with their time management! Even Taeyong has time for other things and he's our leader!"

"That's actually pretty cool for him! Well then go to Taeyong if you want anything, because I'm busy!"

"Are you kidding me? Busy for the last three months? When was the last time we went on a date? When was the last time you saw Jisung and Jaemin?"

"Don't you fucking dare! It's none of your business so back up!"

"I'm your boyfriend! Well but apparently I don't mean anything to you, I see how it is."

"I've never said that!"

"But you meant it. It's okay. Enjoy whatever you're doing." 

That's the fourth time in a row I wanted to do something with him and he's ditched me for nothing. He is my boyfriend, but honestly we've been feeling like strangers the last couple weeks.

really irritated I go back into my own room, just to find a giggling taeil on a phonecall with his boyfriend, which makes me just more and more sad but also angry at the same time. Maybe I should meet up with someone if my so-called lover doesn't have any time for me.

Dialing my most contacted number recently, I already start to pack up my things for hanging out later.

"What's up? The same as always?"

I laugh bitter "Of course yuta. As yesterday?"

"Sure, see you there."

That's what I really cherish about Yuta, he's always there for me, without questioning things, he just tries to comfort me.

I throw my backpack over my shoulder and put on a mask, for not getting recognised. Honestly our group is not that famous but got pretty popular and much attention these days, so I want to be extra careful.

As the door to the café yuta and I like to go slides open automatically, I can spot him immediately at the same table as usually.

After a short hello and small talk, we're ordering our drinks, an iced americano with extra whipped cream for him and a cappuccino with as many shots as possible for me. Of course I instantly start ranting about my goddamn relationship, which is dying right now.

Actually I feel kind of sorry to my friend who has to listen to my problems every second day, giving advice and hyping me up. I know I'm a pretty bad friend, so I'm just more glad to at least have him.

"and he just said tha-"

"sorry to interrupt you, but isn't that donghyuck?"

He points at a terribly familiar silhouette walking outside of the shop with a tall guy.

I know this man, it's johnny, his good friend he made while working a part time job. The real question is, if he doesn't have time for me for so many weeks now, why does he have some for johnny?

Oh fuck it's me.

It's not that he doesn't have time at all.

He just doesn't have time for me.