when you're friends with an idol, it comes with lots of benefits.
unexpected, complicated benefits.
;;
1.2 || Mark Lee (NCT) fanfic feat. Ten {it does not feature a Ten-Mark ship, that's just the cover}
Ten dropped his remote onto the table. "Goddamit. Is this what's been taking up so much of your time lately? You've been devoting endless hours to video games?"
"If I did that, I might be able to make it as a YouTube gamer." I stood up, making sure to take my phone with me. "Want more injeolmi rice balls?"
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"Sure." He lay down on my couch, propping his head up on his palm. "What's been keeping you so busy lately anyway? I was always under the impression your life was lackadaisical."
I brought the refilled bowl back to the table. Chuckling, I remarked, "Wow, what a big word for someone with such a tiny brain."
"Fuck you," he said as he smacked my head with a pillow.
I stretched my legs beneath the table, resting back on my hands. "If you must know, I'm attempting adulthood and trying to find a job."
It wasn't an outright lie. Mark was helping me put together a résumé, even though he was as clueless as I was. And when I wasn't sneaking around with him, I was applying to different places.
But for the most part, I had been neglecting Ten. Over the past three months, we'd gotten together twice. Before Mark, that number would've hit the double-digits. Instead, I stayed out late with my secret boyfriend, too busy, too blinded to be with Ten.
Mark had mentioned how strange things felt around Ten — he thought he'd burst and confess everything. Now, as my stomach twisted, I knew how he felt. No wonder Mark was so relieved when they switched roommates.
I hated keeping a secret from Ten. If anyone would understand how imperative it was to keep things under wraps, it was Ten. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell him.
It had little to do with Ten himself, and more to do with my fears. I was afraid to hurt him, to announce my betrayal, to admit I had broken his promise.
Ten beamed at me. "What? You're abandoning your mooching lifestyle? Will the world be able to handle this new order?"
I grabbed a pillow and hit him square in the face. Laughing, we got into an intense pillow fight. And everything felt normal.
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For a moment, I fooled myself into believing I could do this — I could maintain my friendship with Ten and my relationship with Mark. I could keep my secrets.
But you can't have all the benefits without some loss. And I was about to lose.
