Mark feels the beginnings of unease grip his heart. This was way more blood than he was expecting. Beside him, Jeno shifted.
"I told you," he whispers, "I told you it would end this way. Are you happy now?"
Mark feels the wet stickiness flow through the grooves of his palms and clenches his fist. Was he happy? He presses his side against Jeno's and wraps an arm around the younger boy's shoulders, careful not to get blood on him. Jeno is still pure, untainted by Mark's lifestyle. "Baby," Mark whispers back, "I did this for you. Of course I'm happy."
Jeno smiles and presses a finger to his lips. With his other hand, he pulls a small notebook out of his back pocket. He finds the name of the body in front of him, crosses out Lee Donghyuck off a long list. One down, 99 more to go.
