Payback. DaeJae, PG.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked the freakishly tall maknae with a devious little smirk. His eyes landed directly on the dark pink mark placed on the base of Youngjae’s neck.
“It’s a bruise.” Youngjae responded, and pulled his hoodie over his head, figuring that’d be enough to hide the spot. He recalled the mutual agreement with the perpetrator about not leaving marks, but figured maybe he’d done it just to annoy him.
“That’s not just a bruise!” Zelo laughed a bit, the biggest smile possible on his face at his discovery. “Who did it, huh? Who’ve you been sneaking off with?”
“No one!” Youngjae responded, and realized in hindsight maybe that was a little too forceful. Of course, Zelo picked up on it.
“You’ve been at Secret’s dorm, haven’t you? I noticed one of those girls seemed kinda into you!” Youngjae didn’t know if he was joking or serious at this point. So he decided to ignore him and leave the kid to whatever suspicions he may have. At least he was way off. “Hey!” Zelo got up, grabbing the sleeve of his hyung’s hoodie before he had the chance to leave. “You didn’t answer me!”
“If that’s what you want to believe.” Youngjae responded, and pulled away from Zelo’s grasp to head into the kitchen. But of course, Zelo followed, still spewing out his guesses as to whom this mysterious ladyfriend of Youngjae’s was. He humored him at least, answering everything with no or maybe, even if he had no idea who the girl was.
Once in the kitchen, he realized mostly everyone was there, either working on making food or staring hopelessly as the coffeemaker slowly brewed. He was about to head over to get food himself, when Zelo pulled down the neck of his hoodie, happily exclaiming, “Look at Youngjae-hyung’s neck!”
Suddenly, all eyes were on him, smirks on their faces. He pulled away from Zelo yet again, and tried to ignore the questions, all of the same nature. ‘Oh, did someone get lucky?’ ‘When’d you get a girlfriend?’ ‘Noticed you got in late last night’. They were all having too much fun with this.
He settled on grabbing whatever it was on Jongup’s plate without even asking and headed for the doorway, pausing when his eyes met those of the guilty one, who, like the others, had the dirtiest little smirk on the lips he knew all too well.
“Yeah, Youngjae, who gave you that?” He asked teasingly.
Youngjae met his gaze with a glare and headed back out again.
Daehyun was gonna pay dearly for this.