Insane

lxiii;

"what are you doing?"

just thinking.

"about what?"

donghyuck rolls around in his bed, laying on his stomach as he looks at jaemin, who's at his desk.

is jeno right? am i being unfair?

jaemin has always been the one to tell him to go at his own pace, that he should tell mark when he was ready to. but now it just feels like he's dragging it on, just to see how long he can keep this up.

and that's not fair to mark.

it's not fair to the boy who sticks by his side no matter how weird it is that he never speaks. whether he's suspicious or not, annoyed or not, fed up or not, mark never lets it show.

doesn't donghyuck owe him this much?

from where jaemin was flipping through a textbook on his lap, he looks up at the slightly elder boy, bitting his bottom lip anxiously.

"just a little..." jaemin whispers, fiddling with the pages between his fingertips. "he deserves to know now, since... you guys are so deep into whatever you have."

donghyuck nods, looking around the room and trying to ignore the awkward tension.

then i'll tell him.