"yuta." mark had had enough. yuta was lying to too many people, and he needed to make it stop. he could always force yuta to move away himself, but nothing he did could reverse what he did to sicheng. nothing. and yuta knew that, but did he care? no. why would he?

"yes, mark?" he sighed, already fed up with him. he knew what he was going to say, and he was sick and tired of it. tired of all of this. tired of mark going on about it, did he know yuta didn't give a shit?

"you do know everyone, apart from doyoung and taeyong, wants you to leave? haechan and i were talking about it, and everyone wants you to disappear. so, can you and your fuck buddies please leave us all alone? you've fucked us all up."

yuta laughed. "what? you're fucking stupid, you know? why would i leave because some faggots want me to?" the way he said faggots made mark's face scrunch up. it was said with such hate, and his voice sounded like poison. 

"yuta, in the nicest way, fuck off."

haechan, who was behind them, suddenly pushed mark to the side gently before poking yuta's chest. "yuta, explain. why?"

he rolled his eyes. "don't fucking touch me, you fag." he roughly shoved haechan's finger off of him as he faced the opposite direction. "i'm not telling you anything. mark can tell you. i'm not releasing anything else. i'm not telling useless and insignificant fags about my life, okay?" and with that, he left them.

mark faced haechan and laughed. "who the fuck does he think he is?"

"i know..." haechan shook his head in disappointment. "what can we do about it, though? the damage has already been gone."

"unless..." mark whispered to himself, as he ran off into another room, leaving haechan alone.

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"hello?"

"hello, my name's mark, and-"

"999, what's your emergency?"

"yeah, uhm..."

"sorry?"

"my friend's been murdered by one of my other friends, who he was dating."

"oh my gosh, can i have the names?"

"yeah, sorry. dong sicheng is the d-dead one, and nakamoto yuta is the murderer."

"okay. thank you for this. our officers can track the address off of your phone, so we can try and come round in at least 24 hours, if that's okay."

"it's f-fine."

"i'm terribly sorry for what has happened, mark."

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t.