"Hi."

It almost sounded like a breathless whisper. Mark stood, too still than he should be standing, failing to utter a single word that could be good enough as an answer to Jinyoung's casual greeting.

Mark has just walked out of the store which sells the best mozarella sticks, as Jackson has said, before he drives off to meet his friends. He was fishing his phone and car keys out when suddenly, a specific person materialized in front of him, and soon he found himself staring at Jinyoung, who is equally surprised as he was.

"H-hey."

Mark finally manages to speak after a few more seconds of staring into those deep, earthy brown eyes he always loved staring at.... back when he still could... back when he still has the right to.

"How are you?" He asked and Mark continued to stare at those eyes. But there was something else in them, something glistening. 

But he isn't one to find that out now, is he?

"I'm well." Mark just chose to answer. But as his eyes fell down to look at his hand, his hand Mark missed holding. . . . he could only sigh with all the remaining brokenness he feels. "I'm sorry, but I really need to go ahead."

He heard a hesitant Okay, bye from Jinyoung before Mark willed himself to turn his back and start walking away.

It has been five years, but he still isn't okay. Five years and he could still feel his heart breaking, just by looking at his beautiful face. 

He still can't.

He still can't face Jinyoung.

Not when his heart is still broken, and continues to break even more, seeing how Jinyoung held that tiny hand with his own.

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"He's quiet."

"He's always quiet."

"Shut up! He's unusually quiet."

Mark pretended like he doesn't hear them, his friends who are talking behind him right at the kitchen. They said they'll be preparing food, but look at them talking about him behind his back? Literally.

He is at Youngjae's apartment, along with his other friends- Yugyeom and Bambam. It's that time of the week when all five of them would meet altogether and spend some time, teasing and sometimes end up wrestling one another. They are a bunch of guys in their late twenties but still acting like idiotic children. Mark would want to