Love Game

Chapter 18

Mark was waiting for Jinyoung at the usual place, after his classes were finished.

The younger had texted him that he was already on his way.

Mark was thinking of scrolling down his sns when a loud and provoking voice interrupted him.

"You are Mark Tuan, right?"

It was not a simply inquiring tone.

Mark looked up at that person and noticed that the voice matched the look.

"What if I am?"

Mark got up to his feet and that boy with earrings and dried hair, also stepped forward.

"So you're Jinyoung's boyfriend," he looked at Mark from head to toe, "Nothing to impress. Wonder why Jinyoung chose you over me," the last statement sounded bitter.

If it was someone else positively asking him, Mark would have corrected the mistake but looking at a gangster-like guy in front of him, there would be no point of explaining.

"But no wonder for me that he didn't go out with you."

No sooner had Mark said that then the guy's hands were grabbing him by the collar, pulling him and with the burning eyes.

"You, what did you do to Jinyoung? I'd confessed my love to him since freshman year. Since fucking freshman year. You understand?"

Mark was angered by this out-of-nowhere-nonsense.

"So what? Jinyoung still chooses me. Not you."

Before Mark could dodge, a punch was landed on him with a force that made him stumble and fall on the ground.

He felt blood on the corner of his lips.

He lifed himself, stormed to the guy and gripped his collar with his both hands.

"What's the problem with you? It's your own business that Jinyoung doen't love you! What the fuck is with you?"

"Stay away from Jinyoung! You're only using him. You don't love him, do you? And he also doesn't love you. It must be a mistake. Yes a mistake. Fucking I know it!"

The guy was hollering like some mad man but Mark was freezed by those words.

'You're only using him.'

Am I?

No, please I didn't intend to.

But no matter how he thought about that, he certainly was using Jinyoung.

"Now you have no words, right? Am I right?"

A bitter laugh came out afterwards.

"Mark hyung!"

It was Jinyoung, panting a little as he had run all the way as soon as he saw Mark with someone else, apparently looking like fighting.

Both turned towards him.

"Lee."

Mark was still grasping Lee's collar tightly and blood was oozing from the cut.

Jinyoung came towards them, worry evident in his eyes for Mark.

Mark removed his hands form Lee and stepped backwards; his body heated when Jinyoung came, shame and guilt battling inside him.

"Lee, what're you doing here? What happened to Mark hyung?"

Jinyoung was about to go to Mark, but he was shook by the hands on his shoulders.

"Jinyoung, tell me you don't love him. He doesn't deserve you, he's just using you! And what about me?"

Jinyoung took a look at Lee and shook his head.

"Lee, I've already cleared about that I can't love you. You should stop disturbing my life. And Mark hyung and I are dating. He's not using me. Listen, I love him and you should accept that. We're already dating."

"Jinyoung" Mark's weak voice was barely heard.

"Please, Lee, don't torture Mark hyung or yourself. You'll find someone who will love you back as you do."

Lee broke down, with his head hung low.

Jinyoung turned to Mark and felt hurt to see Mark suffering because of him.

"Let's go somewhere else, hyung. Your lips are bleeding."

Jinyoung took Mark's hand and his another hand squeezed Lee's shoulder in comfort before leaving him.

They left the campus, and when they were outside, Jinyoung left alone to buy first aid products in a nearby convenience store.

Then he led Mark to the park beside the campus.

"Sit here, hyung."

In front of them was a bench, and Mark did as he was told.

Jinyoung seated beside Mark.

He wetted a piece of cotton wool with antibiotic ointment and rubbed it on the cut softly.

"A-ah"

"Just a little bit."

After the cut was cared, Jinyoung covered it with a plaster.

"So what actually happened?" asked Jinyoung.

"He came out of nowhere and claimed that it must not be true that we're dating," Mark paused, "Jinyoung ah, I didn't explain to him. I was angered."

"It's okay, hyung. I should've come earlier. It shouldn't have happened at all."

"Jinyoung, you didn't need to do that. Why did you do that?" asked Mark, so fragilely.

"Do what?"

"Lied that we're dating and," a moment's pause, "And you love me."

Suddenly it became an intense moment with the heated atmosphere and beating hearts.

Jinyoung stared at Mark, in the eyes.

"You didn't have to-"

He was cut short by Jinyoung's lips crashing into his.

Mark was shocked but soon melted to the kiss.

It was gentle, given that Mark's lips were still sore.

Jinyoung grabbed Mark's neck and another hand was on his waist.

Mark felt Jinyoung's mouth so warm and opened his, with a low moan, which Jinyoung entered smoothly.

With every passing second, it just got intensified; both bodies pressing together with increasing heat between them.

Jinyoung felt everything - deisres, rising heartbeats and love - everything he had been longing for.

He shifted closer to Mark if it was possible and nibbled the older's lips softly.

When their lungs demanded oxygen, they reluctantly pulled away.

Jinyoung, caressing Mark's cheeks, tried to read Mark's eyes, which were locked with his.

"Mark hyung, I love you," Jinyoung uttered softly, with his eyes drowned in Mark's.