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“why don't you take a picture,” jeno’s voice snaps him out of his daze “it'll last longer.”
“'m not starring.” mark grumbles, trying not to turn his eyes back to the two boys.
“yeah, right, and i’m the pope.” jeno snorts and continues eating his lunch.
mark wants to keep defending himself, that he was not starring, but it's pointless, jeno knows him too well.
but he couldn't help it, his eyes seemed to have a mind for themselves when he saw the two boys.
the moment they stepped into the school's cafeteria, mark followed all the way to their table, and kept sneaking glances throughout the whole period.
sometimes he'd catch them talking to their friends, others they'd be on their little bubble, giggling and leaning into each other.
his heart pounded heavily on his chest, part from fear of them catching his eye and thinking he was a freak, and part because they were just breathtaking.
they always seemed so happy and carefree, so full of life. it was one of the reasons mark found himself enamoured for them.
he'd often hear them talking and laughing loudly, on the halls, the courtyard, when they went to the ice cream parlor mark worked at in the summer.
he wouldn't say he was in love , not yet, seeing as they'd never even had a proper conversation.
but, god, he could be. if they let him.
not that they would, seeing as they were already happily dating, but a man could dream, mark thought bitterly.
mark's been pining for 9 months, 3 weeks and 4 days when he gets the text.
unknown (20:21)
hey is this mark?
you (20:22)
yeah whos this?
unknown (20:22)
nice! its na jaemin
mark drops his phone.
na fucking jaemin (20:23)
mr choi said youre available for chem tutoring
me and my bf donghyuck need help lol
can we meet this week ?
mark has to sit down and take deep breaths or else he feels like he'll pass out.
you (20:35)
yeah im free on tuesdays after 4:30
na fucking jaemin (20:36)
great!!!
we can meet up @ the boba place near school
theres wifi and lofi music lol
you (20:38)
perfect
see u there
mark spends the next thirty minutes on the phone with jeno, having a mental breakdown.
the thing is, mark is a nerd. even if he tries to deny it. he's a cliche nerd.
he's the smartest on his grade (possibly on the whole school, to be honest), wears glasses, had braces until last year, horrible fashion sense, acne, is a virgin …
jeno says he's attractive but mark has a hard time believing him, always thinking about that time yerim kim rejected him in sophomore year.
he's way over yerim now, if that's a good thing or not, seeing as now he likes two people who are dating each other , is another story entirely.
the days leading up to tuesday are a painful bliss.
jaemin had taken the habit of waving at him whenever they see each other, smiling cheekily and nudging donghyuck to do the same. how he knows who he is, mark doesn't know, but he's not complaining about having his crushes’ attention for a couple seconds.
“if you saw how whipped you look right now…” jeno teases him every time, and mark forgets his dopey smile in order to scowl at his friend.
“fuck off, i'm just being polite.” he basically runs to his next class, leaving a snickering jeno behind.
na jaemin and lee donghyuck have been dating since the beginning of time, as rumors say, or at least even before high school.
they're best friends, and completely in love with each other, that's a rumor mark actually believes wholeheartedly.
they're cute together. jaemin is tall and lean, all smiles and flirting tones with his low voice, he's organized and methodical (mark always sees him at the library past hours), while donghyuck is small and petite, but well build, skin with warm colors and a high pitched voice, he doesn't like studying, but sometimes mark sees him coming to the library to drop off a coffee for jaemin, sitting down beside his boyfriend and listening to whatever he's studying that day, head resting on his shoulder.
mark thinks they're kind of opposites. he likes counting the things they do differently, like how jaemin likes strawberry milk and hyuck prefers chocolate, or how jaemin is a pro at STEM subjects while donghyuck does better at arts and history, jaemin is a laid-back type of guy, preferring to watch when donghyuck has a soccer game or when he's wreaking havoc with their other friends.
but if there was one thing they matched at, was how longingly they looked at each other, full of love and adoration.
when tuesday rolls around, mark is a ball of nerves.
he can't concentrate in class, drops his juice at lunch, forgets his change, and almost falls face first when donghyuck and jaemin smile at him.
he's doing his homework as he always does when he gets home when his phone buzzes.
na fucking jaemin (15:37)
we're still on for today right ?
you (15:40)
of course
don't be late haha
na fucking jaemin (15:41)
don't worry we wont be ;)
“what does this mean.” mark mutters to himself rereading the text, most specifically the smiling face at the end.
mark could remember perfectly when jeno told him a winking smiley face meant someone was flirting, but. it couldn't be. no way.
mark tries to dress up nicely, but in the end he's in his usual dark jeans and hoodie (the hoodie doesn't have stains in it so that's something). he also tries fixing his hair a bit but to no avail, seeing as it had a life of its own.
he's late by the time he gets to the boba place. he can see donghyuck and jaemin through the glass wall, sitting in a booth waiting for him.
mark takes a deep breath and holds the straps of his backpack tightly before opening the door, the bell making jaemin and donghyuck see him right away. they smile brightly and mark tries to do the same, but it comes off more as a grimace.
they are seated side by side so mark sits opposite to them, “hey,” he says awkwardly.
“hi, mark,” jaemin replies excitedly “it's good to finally talk to you properly.”
“i'm donghyuck, by the way.”
mark almost says i know , but he manages to mutter a simple “nice to meet you.” before taking his things out of his bag.
“we haven't ordered yet,” jaemin starts “do you want anything?”
“what are you guys getting?”
“nana doesn't like boba so he's getting a coffee ,” donghyuck makes a disgusted face, jaemin flicks his forehead in return “i'm getting a passion fruit one, though.”
“i think i want a mango one,” he hums while rummaging through his pockets to find his money.
“don't worry, i'm paying.” jaemin speaks up right as he grabs the bill.
“no way, man.” he shakes his head adamantly.
“yes way,” his smile is so big mark can't focus on anything else, only nodding dumbly after a second.
jaemin smiles even bigger if that's possible, leaves a kiss on donghyuck's cheek and then gets up to get their drinks.
“that smile can convince you to do pretty much anything, can't it?” donghyuck huffs out a laugh after a minute.
“uh, y-yeah?” mark curses himself for not being able to form basic sentences when a pretty boy is looking at him with a smirk.
after a couple more minutes of silence, hyuck humming a song under his breath and mark trying to breathe, jaemin comes back and they start studying.
the study session goes smoothly, surprisingly. mark sometimes still stutters and makes a fool out of himself but jaemin and donghyuck don't seem to mind, only smiling and calling him cute, which makes him stutter even more, but.
jaemin and donghyuck are, to put it simply, adorable.
they try so hard to understand the concepts and formulas, looking at him so intensely while he explains, lips pouted and eyebrows furrowed.
they're also really touchy. jaemin rested his hand on the back of donghyuck's neck for most of the time, donghyuck brushed his hair out of his face and laid his head on his shoulder often.
sometimes they'd touch mark's arm, or his hand, his fingers, and he'd feel the skin tingling even after some time, face turning red at the simplest of touches.
after two hours they start gathering their things to leave, for mark's relief.
donghyuck asks for his phone so he can save his number, and when mark gets the device back he sees the new contact, hyuckie , and smiles fondly.
they part ways, not before jaemin says they're looking forward to meeting him again, which mark replies saying he's free the same day next week, “it's a date!” jaemin chirps and suddenly he's alone in the middle of the sidewalk, having a crisis.
“they're into you.” jeno says through the phone when mark calls him once he's at home.
“fuck off.”
“i'm dead serious!”
“you're crazy.”
“trust me, dude, they're trying to get in your pants.”
“they are not!”
“if they are then you owe me lunch for a week.”
“deal.”
mark, jaemin and donghyuck are having their third study “date” when they invite him to a party.
“it's gonna be at my house.” jaemin informs, the two of them looking at mark with hopeful expressions.
“i'll see if i can go..” he probably wouldn't.
“we promise to stick with you!” donghyuck squeezes his hand.
“yeah, we're gonna make it real good for you.” jaemin says and shares a smirk with donghyuck.
after endless texts begging him to go to the party, there he is, wearing his best jeans and a band t-shirt that jeno said looked cool, standing in the corner of jaemin’s living room, that was now filled with teenagers dancing and drinking.
you (21:13)
where r u ?
hyuckie (21:15)
upstairs in nanas room
come here <3
mark downs a shot of something before climbing the steps to jaemin's room, just to prepare himself.
though it doesn't help a lot when he opens the door and finds donghyuck and jaemin making out on the floor.
jaemin is on top, arms caging donghyuck under him, hands fisting on his hair, donghyuck's hands finding purchase on his hips, scraping his nails on the skin under his grey shirt.
mark can't take his eyes off of them. his heart is beating worryingly fast and he can feel his blood going south.
they kiss languidly for what seems like ages, not noticing that mark is there, until donghyuck wraps his legs around jaemin's waist and suddenly they're moaning.
fuck no , mark thinks and takes a step back to get out of the room and give them privacy, not noticing he was right in front of the open door, causing it to close with a loud thump.
they separate immediately, albeit slowly, jaemin sits up on his heels, and donghyuck rolls his head back, looking straight at mark, dopey smile on his face.
“hi, hyungie.” he says sweetly and mark almost faints at how innocent he sounds, a complete opposite of how he looks; red swollen lips, flushed face, messy hair, blossoming hickeys on his neck.
“hi.” he manages to choke out, voice strained.
jaemin then looks back at him smiling (of course he's smiling) “you good?” mark can only nod.
they sit up properly with their legs crossed and mark cautiously sits down in front of them.
it's almost as if they were back at the boba place, the only difference being that instead of boba there's a bottle of cherry vodka in the middle, and donghyuck is wearing a choker. that makes mark stare at his neck for longer than he probably should.
they drink, and talk, but mostly drink, and by the time they drink a little past the middle of the bottle, jaemin and donghyuck ar all over each other.
jaemin has his mouth on donghyuck's neck, biting and kissing the golden skin, donghyuck holds his head in place by the hair, letting out breathy sounds that drove mark crazy.
“mark.” donghyuck suddenly moaned and mark froze, not believing his ears “mark.” he whimpered again, and, oh god, this was real. lee donghyuck was moaning mark’s name.
“y-yeah?” his voice faltered.
“tell him what you want, hyuckie.” jaemin demanded from his place on donghyuck's neck.
“want him,” he whined “want hyungie.” he opened his eyes to look at mark, gaze heavy.
“come here.” he heard himself say and donghyuck complied, tugging jaemin out of him and crawling towards mark.
he stood right in front of him, hands heavy on mark’s thighs, looking directly at his lips “want your mouth,” he breathes out and his lips are so red and inviting mark can't hold himself back from kissing it.
donghyuck's mouth tastes like cherries and alcohol, and mark lets out a groan unconsciously when the younger bites his bottom lip teasingly, but opens up nonetheless.
donghyuck kisses him like he's hungry, desperate, his fingers clench on mark's thighs and it's so hot and wet.
“pull his hair,” jaemin instructs from the side “he likes it.”
donghyuck whines when mark does, high and needy, and soon he's scrambling get on his lap and get some friction.
mark has one hand on donghyuck's hair but he doesn't know what to do with the other, so he just leaves it on the boy's back, not daring to go lower, afraid that he might not like it, but donghyuck has other plans as he detaches himself from mark just enough to say “you can grab my ass” and giggle against his lips.
so now mark has a handful of lee donghyuck's ass. the same lee donghyuck who dates na jaemin, the same na jaemin who's moaning right beside them. as they make out.
the same na jaemin who's separating them saying it's his turn, replacing donghyuck's mouth with his own and now mark is the one whining.
he whines when jaemin presses the heel of his palm hard on his nipple, and when jaemin sucks on his bottom lip, and when jaemin starts taking his own shirt off.
it's all too much, donghyuck licking his neck and collarbones, jaemin laying him down on the floor, everything.
the feels as if he's floating, maybe because of the alcohol, or because of the kisses, he doesn't know, but suddenly all he wants to do is sleep, eyes getting heavy and body limp.
donghyuck and jaemin notice, their ministrations coming to a halt.
donghyuck giggles on his neck, and mark has half a mind to hug him closer.
jaemin pushes his damp fringe out of his eyes and pecks his lips one last time before snuggling up to him as well.
the last thing mark remembers thinking is that, fuck, he's gonna have to buy jeno lunch for a week.