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Jinyoung couldn't barely handle it all. Losing his precious artwork was one thing, but losing the last thing from his mother ever, was not okay. It had been about a year and a half since his mother had passed away, and he was just staring to be okay recently. It's just not easy losing someone who had such an impact on your life like she did.
"Hey, I heard you guys came back– Oh," Jaebum says, standing in the doorway and looking at everything. "Holy shit." He said, as Youngjae stood behind him, his eyes wide.
Mark looked up at them, sighing heavily. "Someone trashed our room while we were gone... Tore up all of Jinyoung's art and took a note from his mother."
"No," Jaebum says, walking in a bit further. "Those bastards... How could they have done this?! I'm going to kick someone's ass," he says, his fists balling up. Youngjae links their arms together, making him soften a bit. Jaebum sighs.
Mark jumps slightly when he hears his phone go off. He pulls it out of his pocket, checking the new text message.
Andrew 💯
> hey, fag. hope you liked what you and your pansy boyfriend came home to! i have my connections around your campus, mark. this isn't the end. you'll be sorry for dropping us. xoxoxox 😴💋
Mark could barely believe what he was reading. He was startled out of his thoughts when he received more text messages.
Holly 😇
> how do you like your new room decor? 😋
> it's pretty trashy, huh? just like you. 🤗
> your life is gonna be a living hell, tuan~
> 😘😘😘😘
His hands were shaking as he held his phone.
"Mark?" Jaebum says, "You look shook."
"I..." Mark says, running a shaky hand through his hair. He hands him the phone, letting him read the messages. Jaebum's eyes scanned over the messages, a confused look on his face.
"What the fuck," Jaebum says, scoffing. "I have my fucking connections around this campus too. They won't get away with this," Jaebum says, handing him back his phone. "Don't worry, Mark. I'll figure it out."
"Thank you..." Mark says, sighing and going back to console Jinyoung. He was still a mess, tears traveling down his cheeks quickly as he sat on the carpeted floor.
"Jinyoungie... Please don't cry," Mark says, wiping his eyes. "It hurts so bad to see you in pain."
"I-I'm sorry," Jinyoung says, wiping his eyes frantically. "I was just accepting the fact that she was gone and I was doing good... But it's worse now. Why does this have to happen to me?!"
"It's gonna be okay," Mark says, brushing the hair out of his eyes and leaving a kiss on his forehead. "Jaebum said he's gonna figure out who did it. Apparently Andrew and Holly got someone from here to trash our room and such... But we're going to get to the bottom of it."
Jinyoung looks up at him, sniffling. "They caused this...?"
"Yes... I'm so sorry. It's my fault," Mark says, sighing. "Why don't you take the car and go somewhere, while we clean. Okay? Go get some ice cream or something. Take your mind of things."
Jinyoung nods, standing up and wiping his eyes. He grabs his wallet, giving Mark a quick kiss and walking out.
"You're gonna make us help clean, aren't you?" Jaebum says, laughing softly.
"Aish, please? I can't do this by myself and I want it to be clean when Nyoungie comes back." Mark says.
"Alright, fine," Jaebum says, smiling softly and closing the door. Youngjae smiles and walks in, picking up things off the floor.
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a/n: the snakes come from everywhere 🐍
I hope you enjoyed! please vote / comment, I really appreciate it! thanks, ilysm~ -author em
