Looking Through A Window - Markyong

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Taeyong's P.O.V:

I'm not the jealous type. Or, at least, I never thought I was. That was until one day something changed.

It was around late-2019. We were in the practice room. That day started as everyday goes: I arrive first, water in hand. Then members slowly start to file in, one by one until everyone is in attendance. We were practicing for KBS's Gayo Daechukje. We as 127 prepared 2 parts: Neo Begins (an intro to Dream's BOOM) and of course our Superhuman. It wasn't hard, at least not for me. I was able to learn Neo Begins pretty quickly, and I was already well accustomed to Superhuman.

I remember being very focused on my craft. I was in my element, I guess you could say. I studied every little move in the mirror. Every twitch, every blink, every breath, every error (no matter how minimal). I was so in it that when it was finally time for a break, I barely even heard it get called. I strode over to my stuff and took a seat. I had barely took a sip when I heard:

"Ahh Markkkk~"

It was Haechan.

Haechan had been especially tired these days. Not only did he have to learn Neo Begins, but he had to re-perfect Superhuman and Boom as well. This was one of those days where he would've probably been thankful that there were no cameras. His eyebags, oh brother. They were so prominent that you could see them from a few feet away; a new stand-out feature of his face. I had only seen one other person look that tired and that was Mark himself. Only, you probably could've seen his eyebags from a few kilometers away.

Mark had always been Haechan's favorite. As long as I've known the two, their dynamic had always been that of a one-sided crush. If he had it his way, they would be handcuffed together for life. Forever inseparable. It was clear in this moment, Haechan needed him more than ever. I could empathize with that. However, lately, someone else had started to get to Mark first: Yuta.

I couldn't for the life of me tell you when I first started to notice this. What started off as innocent interactions slowly morphed into something new over time. Something different. Something I'd seen before.

I watched as the two fought for Mark's attention. They sat with their heads on his shoulders, sometimes in silence, sometimes making little remarks, sometimes showing him whatever they saw on their phones. There wasn't a correct word for what I started to feel in that moment.

So I chose to ignore it.