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"cheers!" a chorus of glasses clinking together sounded from the 127 members at the bar of a club. johnny, yuta, doyoung, and haechan had accepted taeyong's proposal to go out along with mark. they each took sips of their drinks before beginning to talk as they sat.
"wait, hey mark!" taeyong suddenly said. mark's head turned with raised brows.
"hm?"
"don't you have a thing going with someone? why'd you wanna come too?"
mark felt his nerves shoot through his body while he tried to show his friends a smile.
"ah, kinda. we aren't exclusive though," he answered.  "wait, how'd you even know about that?"
taeyong's cheeks grew a bit red as he shrugged his shoulders unconvincingly. mark clicked his tongue, able to see johnny and yuta snickering.
"you little.." mark muttered, now lightly hitting the pair's heads. they began laughing more and teasing mark for his secret lover.
"oh my god!" haechan's voice broke through their playful bickering, making their attention turn instantly.
"what??" doyoung asked.
"y/n's here!" haechan said. mark felt his heart begin to race, all of them looking where haechan was to find their friend. a smile curved on mark's lips when his sights found the male dancing with a girl he could definitely recognize as one of his model friends. 
"god, he's so fine," johnny mumbled. the others quickly looked at him, but johnny was unfazed.
"feeling gay, are ya'?" yuta teased. johnny took another sip of his drink and chuckled.
"hey, don't joke. i wouldn't mind getting some ass from y/n," he replied.
the others laughed along with this, though some more than others. mark let out the best fake laugh he could manage before drinking more from his own glass.
"nah, that's mark's job," doyoung commented. this resulted in all five of them looking at the rapper, who was now choking on his drink.
"..what??" mark sputtered out. haechan snickered lightly and pat his back to help the alcohol actually go down the right pipe. 
"cause you like y/n's ass?" doyoung reminded him. a small breath of relief left mark's lips. he smiled again and nodded.
"oh, right.."
"hey, you mean 'love'. he 'loves' y/n's ass," taeyong corrected happily. doyoung rolled his eyes as the group's attention went back to the male on the dance floor. 
mark felt his heart drop at the sight of a guy now dancing with y/n. their bodies were close together as they were basically grinding against each other. a frown grew on mark's face, quickly looking away. something about watching another guy's hands all over him made him feel like puking. 
"hey, you okay?"
mark's eyes shifted over to yuta beside him, who was now leaning closer toward him in concern. 
"i feel kinda nauseous all of a sudden.." mark said quietly. yuta only grew more worried at this. he reached his hand over to touch mark's cheek, then his neck.
"you don't have a fever.. do you wanna go to the bathroom?"
mark shook his head at the question. he looked over at y/n again and plastered another fake smile onto his face before returning his attention to yuta.
"that's okay, i'll be fine," he answered. yuta was still a little worried, but took his word for it anyways.
"alright then.. do you wanna order more drinks?"
"god, yes."