Unlabeled — MarkJae bonus chapter/scene(?). kimminah89-ssi wanted to know how Mark fell for Youngjae. I told her I'll edit the main story but I don't have any idea how to insert this in there. So this happened. I'm sorry if this is still not enough, I tried. ○|￣|_

"When did you fell in love with me?"

Mark almost dropped the spoon he was using on his soup. It was currently lunch time and they decided to eat together. With their other friends. Sad life.

He blinked at Youngjae before settling his utensil down properly, thoughtfully thinking about the question with a hum.

"Maybe during that time when you were playing piano."

Trying to comprehend all these feelings on my mind

Damn, never thought you'd be the light that guides when I'm blind, uh

Mark ran the lyrics in his head the whole morning until lunch break, sometimes rapping it out loud. He needed to perfect it for his and Jaebum's music project. But there were times when his tongue just decides to get tied and he messes up the song.

Especially when a certain black-haired sophomore entered his mind.

He sighed. He was walking down the hallways aimlessly, killing time fifteen minutes before the classes resumed when a familiar melody reached his hearing. He automatically went to find the source of the sound, stopping in front of the music room. The door was ajar so he peeked on it.

Oh, wow. Choi Youngjae.

The boy that haunted his thoughts for two weeks now. Nice.

But aside from the younger, Mark's attention was also on the song he was currently playing. It was Mark and Jaebum's project, a simple rendition of We All Try by Frank Ocean.

At the second time Youngjae repeated the tune, Mark had unknowingly sang along out loud, causing Youngjae to pause and face him, looking surprised. Mark tried not to blush too much at being caught. Key word; tried.

Youngjae's smile is too bright but there was also a pretty tinge of pink painting his cheeks.

"M-Mark-hyung,"

"Youngjae," Mark replied as he sauntered beside Youngjae. "How did you know this song?"

"Oh, I helped Jaebum-hyung with composing and lyrics, and I kind of liked it too much."

"Ah," Mark answered lamely. There were a few seconds of awkward silence when a bright idea entered Mark's mind.

"Hey, can you play it again? I'll sing along, if you don't mind. I need more practice." This is a of genius.

Youngjae nodded enthusiastically and started pressing on the keys, the first notes filling Mark's senses. He attempted to concentrate which was possible since he was having an intense staring contest with the piano.

"... You never have to worry, don't you know I'm always right behind 'ya, 'cause to me you're one of a kind, uh."

Their eyes met and Mark felt something shift inside him, making him get the lyrics wrong.

"Ugh," He groaned, but Youngjae started laughing and Mark couldn't help but laugh along. Warmth filled him, his chest felt like combusting and that's when he knew.

"Is that so?"

Youngjae spoke quietly, visage scarlet. Maybe as scarlet as Mark's.

"Yeah. It's like I was hit by a bullet train."

Youngjae grimaced playfully. "Ew, then your blood's gonna splatter everywhere and your body's not gonna get recognized." Mark flicked the younger's forehead, earning a surprised yelp.

"Stop imagining it, we're eating!"

Youngjae pouted. "That hurts."

It made Mark a bit guilty. "Come here." He beckoned with a hand gesture. Youngjae leaned in and when he was near enough, Mark pecked the sore spot. It caught Youngjae off guard and he gaped. Mark silently prayed his face didn't get any redder.

A cough interrupted the moment and Mark turned to see five pairs of eyes on them.

"We're still here."

"The world doesn't belong to the both of you."

"I got it on picture though."

Youngjae sighed as Mark shook his head.

"s."

— End

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This is lame. I am lame. My last name's lazy. My nickname's LL that stands for Lame Lazy. Nice to meet you all. /gets dragged to the mental hospital

BTW, the main story (chapter 10) was edited for minor details.

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