“Mark-hyung…what are you doing here?” He found himself mumbling once he had exited the warehouse after putting his phone back in his pocket. “Why are you here?” He asked louder, eyes staring at the older male in front of him who was clad in a navy blue hoodie with black jeans against the setting sun. He had a bruise on his cheek, bright and purple, as his lip appeared to be bleeding. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” He heard the older reply, his feet moving with a mind of its own as they brought him closer to Mark. “Jeno, what are you doing?”

“I missed you,” He whispered, stopping only when the tips of his shoes touched the other’s, and dropped his head down on Mark’s shoulder as his arms found their way around the older boy’s waist, holding the plans loosely. “Donghyuck is worried about you too.”

“Jeno, stop.” He heard Mark say before two hands were gripping his shoulder firmly and pushing him away - he gave in because he didn’t want to think about what would happen if he didn’t. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do mean it, hyung!” He protested, anger beginning to course through his body as his grip on plans tightened, slightly crushing them and making several dents. “You can’t just leave us like that! It’s not fair! Not when Renjun is-“

“Renjun will die anyway!” Mark shouted, cutting him off before the older male glared at him, words powerful enough to crack his heart. “The best way is to kill him and dispose of his corpse somewhere so that the bomb doesn’t get anyone! Throw him in the ocean for all I care! As long as more lives are saved then it won’t be a problem!”

“You want to kill him?!” He screamed, eyes widening at the words that were flowing from the older’s mouth. “Mark-hyung, you want to murder Renjun?! The boy that we saved?!” 

“It’s the best way, Jeno!” He heard Mark insist, the older boy’s lips pressing into a thin line as he kept staring at him. “Sometimes, I wonder if we did the right thing.”

“He was going to die under B.A.P! They were literally starving him, hyung!” He shouted, unwanted memories plaguing his mind as he remembered Mark begging Taeyong to save the unknown slave that later reclaimed his name. “We wanted to leave him there but you begged me to go in and save him because you were carrying Chenle! You were the one who convinced Taeyong-hyung to train him and keep him as an active member of NCT! You were the one who-“

“But maybe that was the wrong choice!” Mark spat out as Jeno watched the older’s hand move to the holster that was at his hip. “Maybe this has all been the wrong choice!”

“What do you mean, hyung?” He asked softly as Mark looked away at the buildings to his